Kristen stared at her food in the dinning room. Her mother had Linda the maid cook up some Greek salad chicken for the two of them, but looking at her food made her stomach toss.

She took another sip of her water, not really paying attention, feeling her thoughts drift in and out as her heart pounded in her chest.

Kincaid…why Kincaid?

Trying to remember his sweet face she sighed, holding back tears again as she played with her fork, just then her mother came in placing down the phone, most likely one of her many boyfriends calling in the middle of the afternoon.

"Something wrong with the food?"

She sat down and started to fill her plate, a wine glass all ready filled to the top for her afternoon drinking. Kristen sighed, feeling anger build in her tried little body. Before she had been so much stronger, now staying awake stung her insides. Every second she had to force herself to keep her head from nodding off.

"Well I'll tell you something mom…when one of your friends die, tell me what it does to your appetite."

"Your just tried, don't think I didn't notice you haven't been sleeping, that has got to stop."

Kristen rolled her eyed and then felt light headed, right away her head snapped up.

"What's wrong with me?"

She could hardly lift her fork.

"Just nerves, that will help."

Kristen eyed what her mother was looking at and almost died, she then saw how foggy her water glass looked. Slowly standing up, almost falling over she lifted her glass and looked at it.

"Oh God…"

She dropped the glass and it shattered onto her mother's lace tablecloth.

"Oh Kristen…"

"What did you do!"

Running to the side of the table, Kristen opened her mother's purse, dumping out every thing inside before seeing it.

"Oh God sleeping pills!"

Emptying the entire bottle onto the table she looked up at her mother backing up.

No…please no.

Her all ready felt herself start to sway back and forth. How could she of let this happen. She knew he was back, and she wasn't ready. He had all ready got Kincaid, Joey and her were next.

No she had to stay awake, she just had to.

"Look Kristen I'm sorry but…"

"Sorry, sorry that your tennis pals torched this manic and now he's after me!"

Right away she saw a change in her mother's eyes, she just stood there stunned.

"In case you haven't been keeping score, it's his fucking banquet, and I'm the LAST COURSE!"

"Kristen we went over this in therapy…"

Kristen then knew it was over, she had taken too many pills. All ready colors were staring to fade in and out. Here she was, almost eighteen years old and about to die. She had let the others, most of all Nancy down.

If only she had more time to warn everyone…please she prayed, please keep Joey awake, he had to live.

She wished he was here right now.

"No mother, you just murdered me, take that to your godamm therapy…"

Twisting away she started to stumble up her stairs, feeling as if her legs had become stuff wood, and her feet large blocks of ice. She knew she was going to die, but she wanted to do it away from her mother…that bitch who never cared.

Running up to her room everything started to spin. A million thoughts came back to her, some happy, some sad.

"No…"

She searched for the phone, maybe she could call Alice or Joey…

Falling to the floor she tried to remember what Alice had said about staying in control.

"Dream someplace fun…dream someplace fun…"

Then it faded out.

Across town Alice looked at the mirror, covered in photographs, just the night before, when almost everything seemed right in the world, despite her little argument with her father, Rick had come into her bedroom to cheer her up even more, before asking a little bit about what happened that day. Alice lied saying nothing.

Rick told her good since Joey was bad news, then made her crack up trying to show off one of his new fight kicks.

Now alone in her room, Rick worrying downstairs about Kristen, she started to think about what she had said.

Was it true?

Joey and her sure acted like it was.

And it would explain a lot…

Looking at her mirror of photos she sighed, wishing nothing had happened to Kincaid and she had never heard the story, somehow she couldn't focus hard enough on a nice enough day dream as she worried about her friend.

Something was going on…she knew it.

Brushing back her damp hair from a shower she opened her bedroom window to let in a breeze and laid back in her soft bed…drifting off to sleep she thought again about what Kristen had said about the house…

"Kids died in there…"

Then she heard her name…

"ALICE!"

It seemed to strong, it almost were like she was standing right beside her. Tossing and turning she then opened her eyes and without another moment she found herself someplace else.

In a basement, maybe a dark warehouse? Wherever she now stood, she knew it wasn't her bedroom. The please was full of blasting boilers, which roared with fire, hot steaming pipes hissed with heat, and water dripped from hanging chains.

Looking around she saw Kristen…and something she would never forget in her life.

He was a monster, a burned man, who wore a dirty red and green sweater. A brown hat was lowered down and she thought she saw claws.

His face made her freeze right there.

"Alice no!"

Kristen ran over, never looking so scared before in her life.

"Alice please wake up!"

Kristen slapped Alice right across the face without any warning, Alice was stunned on how much it hurt. Wasn't this just an awful nightmare.

No…this was too real.

Kristen then held her crying.

"Alice I'm so sorry, I was the one who pulled you in…"

Just then Alice turned and saw Joey, just as she had earlier, now only in his night clothes. He stood there looking just as frozen as she was moments ago.

"Joey…"

The monster hissed.

Kristen spun around, tears filling in her eyes.

"Joey help!"

Joey looked over at Kristen and then at the monster. The thing cackled as it scraped it claws against the heated metal.

"We beat you before!"

"And now it's time to kill the two of you once and for all…"

Kristen and Joey eyed each other, and Alice just watched them…was this really happening? No it couldn't be…this was just a dream, she was the one in control.

Joey tried to speak, his mouth opened but no words came, shocked he held his throat as his eyes bugged out, Kristen watched helpless.

The thing laughed again.

"Awww…"

Joey tried to speak again but nothing, the thing same closer, grinning at Alice as she stood back between the two of them. They stood in front of her, as scared as they were they weren't about to let whatever this thing near her.

"Elm street's last brats…farewell…"

It clicked it's claws together as Joey and Kristen charged at him. Alice screamed trying her best to press herself up against the wall as she watched the two of them fight him. Alice swung up in the air as if she was flying and did a handstand before kicking the man in the side. Joey rammed his entire body into him and spun around to his back.

They circled reach other and went to charge again, this time the man flashed out his claws and cut Joey's arm, opening the sleeve of his T-shirt. Joey's eyes watered up and he stumbled backwards as the man let out one arm and flung Joey's body like a rag doll across the room. Alice watched as he banged against one of the stoves and crumpled to the ground bleeding.

Kristen watched and then ran over to Alice.

"Get away from her!"

Kristen then charged at the man one final time, the last of her strength until it, but the man caught her midway and raised her above the ground. Alice covered her mouth in order not to scream.

The man looked up at Kristen before flinging her.

"Now no one sleeps!"

He tossed Kristen into what looked to be a sea of flames, Kristen's body disappeared as Alice jumped back, looking at Joey who looked up from the floor, his mouth bleeding and his eyes wide.

The man ripped open his sweater to reveal what seemed to be in the smoke clouded room, a million awful screaming faces in his chest. Alice cried out as she heard Kristen's last final and pained words.

"You'll need my power…"

Alice then felt something so strong rush into her, it looked as if it were a flash of light. Ramming into her she knocked against the wall, her nose gushing blood. Joey looked up at the man and finally was able to speak.

"NOOOOOOO!"

Right away the sound of Joey's voice made her head pound and in seconds she snapped awake, drenched in sweat in her darkened bedroom.

She sat there breathing heavy when Rick walked in, dark circles all ready forming under each eye.

"You okay?"

"Kristen…we need to get to Kristen's!"

Without thinking, she felt herself almost as if she was still asleep panic as she grabbed her shoes and rush past Rick.

It took only four minutes to get there, as they ran over they ran into Joey at the exact time, his car parked half on, half off the lawn.

Alice stared at him for a second in utter disbelief. She saw his arm was bleeding. Rick looked at him as the three of them ran up the driveway.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

There wasn't any time for an answer, they rushed past Mrs. Parker once she answered the door and right away the strong smell of burning filled their noses. Rick pushed in front of them running up the stairs calling her name.

The four of them busted through her door and a huge wave of heat hit them…the entire room was set on fire. Mrs. Parker screamed and jumped back as her daughter burned up on her bed.

Rick screamed and tried to lunge forward as Joey held him back. They stood there watching as the last of Kristen Parker, the dream warrior was no more.