Chapter 3

It was another night. Another night had dawned upon Freddy Krueger, and upon all the little bairn children who were drifting into a deep, never-awaking slumber. Freddy was already licking his lips at the thought of tearing apart young flesh and seeing the mere, exquisite site of blood being shed from a child's lifeless corpse. A heavy feeling surged through Freddy's entire manical body, that told him that there was many children hopping aboard dream express about now. This alerted Freddy to begin, begin his flesh hunt for his strong desire for young, naive souls. Frieda Krueger would not beat him to it this time.

As Freddy was entering a child's dream, whih was a sandy, glimmering beach, he heard distant noises of chortles and sharp, eerie shrieks. Freddy made his way steadily to where abouts the noises were coming from. When he found what he was looking for, his blood boiled and rage surged through his blood and veins. His veins in his arms and legs were pulsing with ecstasy.

Frieda Krueger appeared before a young boy, about 14 maybe 15, then vanished through thin air. She then re-appeared, cackling impetuously. When she spotted Freddy, she froze and a spiral smile curled upon her lucious lips. "Why, Freddy, how kind of you to join us. I was just having a bit of fun with this young, hansom boy."

Freddy shuddered with rage. "Fuck you. How the hell did you get here before me? The damned kids only just fell asleep!"

"Oh, Fred," she breathed inwardly. "I'm very alert. The moment a child drifts off, I'm there. You should know that by now."

Freddy let out a grumble from deep in his throat. "Yeah, I should shouldn't I? You've been snatching every single damned kid that falls asleep right from under my nose, you nasty little-"

Frieda placed a finger to Freddy's cracked lips to shush him. "Ah, Fred, you shouldn't say anything to nasty that you would regret, should you?"

"Oh?"

"It might cause not-so-nice consequences."

"Ah, yes..." Freddy chortled, his menacing chuckle raspy and crackled.

Frieda tossed her silken hair behind her shoulder. "I mean for you," she drawled.

Frieda spoke so gently, her voice was so appeased. She was so poised that when she spoke to Freddy it was as if he wished to be setated. The way she stood there tall and broad, her hip rested to on side, was almost... Freddy shook his head inimically, pushing the subnormal thought to the back of his mind, never letting it return. Frieda seemed almost.. sentimental, but although she spoke ever so maternally, she also had an detrimental way about her, that caused Freddy to feel so much pure hatred and abhorrence towards her.

The glistening ocean waves crashed onto the sandy shore. The blazing, lustrous sun beamed down on Freddy and Frieda, causing Freddy to have a heat stroke. The young 14 or 15 year old dreaming boy gaped wide-eyed at the two look-alike arguing slashers that had intruded his dream.

"Can I wake up now please?" the boy questioned Frieda politely.

Frieda turned sharply and stalked over to the boy, swaying her hips side to side. She stroked the side of the boy's face. "Hey, darling."

The boy gawked at her, his eyes a spark of love and desperation. He chuckled nervously, a smile cracking upon his face. There was no use for the boy, there was no helping him or him rescuing himself, he was caught under the love potion of Frieda Krueger.

She pressed her lips against his own moist pair. While she kissed him, he began to shrivel up like a prune. His skin turned wrinkly and his knees buckled up and he fell, the only thing holding him up was Frieda's tender lips. He was so desperate he didn't have a chance. After several moments of passionately sucking the life out of the boy, Frieda pulled her lips away from his vigorously and swiftly turned on her heel and stalked over to Freddy.

"Hmm. Your killing ways are very different, rather clever," Freddy admitted, his eyes narrowed.

"Oh? You think?"

"Yes.." Freddy abruptly swung his bladed glove out at Frieda's flesh. ".. But not clever enough!"

Frieda was to swift for even Freddy himself. Her arm shot out like a bullet shooting out of a pistol, and she gripped Freddy's clothed arm firmly, twisting it so that it caused Freddy to wither away in severe pain. He cursed aggresively, slashing Frieda's flesh, but it didn't stop her, as it was only a tiny, microscopic nick on the arm.

"Ugh, I don't understand," Freddy rasped, grinding his teeth and struggling free from Frieda's firm grip. "I'm in the dream world, I'm supposed to be invincible, eternal. I'm not supposed to feel PAIN!"

"Let me just tell you this," Frieda drawled, resting on one voluptuous hip. "If you were paying any attention to the Dream Demons when they told you everything you needed to know about living in hell, in the dream world, then you would have heard them mention that other slashers apart of the dream world like yourself, can hurt you, and you will feel pain."

"That's fucked up." Freddy flashed the beldam female a cold stare of pure hatred. "Ah, then you can feel pain too-!" He swung at Frieda put she dodged the blow with a swift duck. His blades flew over her head, swiping the deathly air.

When Frieda straightened up, Freddy was standing there erectly, holding his ground, boreing into her pair of icy blue-grey eyes. His own eyes reflected her firey, challenging ones.

"I'm ready whenever you're ready," he hissed.

Flickering flames erupted, bickering was heard, and three Dream Demons appeared through the crackling red and orange flames that had formed on the sandy beach.

"This is rather tight," a dream demon admitted, viewing the beach that they had arrived at. "Some kid dreamed all this beauty?"

"Shut up!" the first, lead dream demon snapped. He turned his attention upon the two bitter slashers. "Ah, I see we are indeed having some competition here. You two seemed to really dislike each other. And here we thought that you two would be getting along rather well and maybe.. teaming up perhaps?" he chortled to himself.

The two burnt slashers exchanged a cold, icy glare then turned their deep scowl upon the demons.

"You're kidding!" Freddy roared. "Teamed with that whorey bitch?"

"What makes you think I would be teamed up with a bastard?" Frieda arched a perfect eye brow.

Freddy tittered manically. "And who are you referring too?"

"You." Frieda tossed her glistening hair behind her shoulder. "Wow, men really are brain-dead."

Although Freddy knew the answer before it even reached Frieda's lips, his blood boiled with rage at the sight of her heart shaped lips forming the word, with her hair flowing down her clothed back and her voluptuous hip to one side. Freddy couldn't hold back, he had been wanting to do this the moment he caught sight of the gorgeous female clone of himself. Frieda was sharp and adept. She was already on Freddy within a heart beat. She had pinned him down to the sandy ground, stirring up floating spects of sand which drifted into Freddy's mouth, causing him to cough and splutter. Freddy was also dorsal; he shoved Frieda back, sneding her flying off him into the sand. Her hat fell off, revealing her matted dark hair that had been covered for so long. The two growling, vigorous-rather childish, might I add-Springwood Slashers tackled each other, slashing out blades at each other's raw skin and eye balls. It was becoming a fiendish blood bath.

"Go Frieda!" the third demon chanted, surveying the quarrell with pure interest.

"No way," the second demon argued bitterly. "Go Freddy. He's going to win the fight anyways."

The third demon scoffed in defense. "You obviously don't know-"

"Enough!" snapped the lead demon. "It doesn't really matter." He leered down on the bickering, snarling killers and spoke firmly, "You two enjoy yourselves now. Don't get too vicious with each other. We'll return later on in the future. Until then, maybe try to bond, create a new relationship? Well, I can indeed tell we're going to have a lot of competition on our hands."

And the dream demons vanished, flames and all, leaving the air and the beach vacant. Freddy and Frieda, still thinking of their leader's last words, immediately stopped what they were doing and froze, lost in thought.

"Bond and create a new relationship?" Frieda laughed richly. "They must certainly not be referring to you and I. That's merely impossible. I'm sure even you, as brain-less as you are, know that."

"Hell yeah," Freddy raspily agreed, not taking his narrowed eyes off her once the entire time.

Competition was sparking. Blood would be shed. Wounds would be formed, flesh would be torn, deep, threatening scowls would be passed, and rage would be expressed. All this would occur in the depths of hell. All of this would indeed have an outcome, a solution-one winner. That winner will boast, take pride, and shimmer with lust. That winner will certainly gain numerous souls. That winner will kill. All this will occur...momentarily.