Chapter 1
Triple H had just settled in for the night, his eyes were closed to the world as he dreamed of the wonderful dinner he just had with his wife and in laws. He sat at the table in a fine tailor made suit as Vince raised his glass to him. "To Hunter, well done!" he said. His mind didn't recall what he was being congratulated for. But he took the compliment from his father in law. He raised his glass as Shane McMahon chanted "Speech, speech!"
Hunter grinned as he rose to his feet and speaking. Yet he felt a sharp pain come over him. Looking down he saw there were claw marks across his chest. He stumbled back and saw the most bizarre man standing beside him. "Hello King!" the man spoke.
"No… You can't be real!" Hunter yelled back.
It was one he was all too farmiller with. The Christmas sweater decayed and burnt face, the claws… it was Freddy! Freddy tried to swipe at him again, yet Hunter managed to avoid it. The room changed into darkness, he stood alone holding his wounded chest.
"What the hell do you want from me?" Hunter demanded.
Freddy grinned his sadistic smirk. "I just wish to pay tribute to the king. I bring you a crown!"
Hunter looked down in Freddy's only normal looking hand. Something sharp was in them it appeared to be barbed wire. Before Freddy could throw it at Triple H. His eyes shot open. Hunter sat up in his bed and breathed heavily. His right hand came on his chest, looking down; he saw the wound… from his dreams. His hand was drenched in his own blood. The wound was real!
"Oh God" he whispered. Hunter got on the phone and tried to call Vince, just as the third ring came through. He stopped himself from speaking a word.
"Hello? Anyone there?" Vince asked. Triple H hung up the phone and decided to wait till the next day to talk to Vince, or at least someone about this. He recalled Taker telling him about a strange dream he had.
Taker said he remember riding his bike and nearly ran someone over. He was thrown from the motorcycle and his body skidded along the highway harshly. "It was a good thing I wore leather and for some reason a helmet" he heard Taker joke, yet Taker awoken with all these cuts and long scraps, as if he was thrown from a bike and skidded along the road.
Hunter got out of bed as he cleaned the lesion he received. How was he going to tell Vince about this? Or anyone for that matter! Hunter saw his watch on the counter top; the time was only three in the morning. "There's no way in Hell I am getting back to sleep" he muttered to himself.