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Chapter 3: Hunting

Krueger transported us out of 1428 Elm Street and into another Springwood house. I recognized the kid in the bed, a punk that beat his girlfriends. I would have no guilt for this first hunt.

"Alright kid, watch and learn… that reminds me, you need a name."

"My name's fine!" I snapped.

"Angelina Cline doesn't exactly strike fear into the minds of teenagers. Freddy the Slasher has a ring to it, don't you think?"

"So you know my whole name…" I said.

"Yes bitch, now think up a name or I'll give you one." He hissed.

"… then how about Angel of Demise?"

"No… that blows. The Slashing Angel." Krueger suggested.

"Yeah, I like it… you know, you're not so bad yourself old man."

"The games afoot. Or lacking one, if you like." Krueger laughed and started into a dark room. This boy was just materializing into the dream world, and wouldn't you know, his dream was a sex dream.

"Hey Krueger, may I begin? This bitch is right up my alley."

"Well…" he held his head in his gloved hand, "Why not?" he said, throwing his arms to his side, "I feel generous. Let me see what you can do. Have fun. But I get the kill bitch."

"Sounds fair, for now." I said, turning to face the guy.

"I'll tutor you on the way, Slashing Angel. First, try to become that girl he's fucking."

"That's my plan, O Master of Nightmares."

"Don't get cocky, just do it."

I made myself become the girl that was walking next to him. I had her clothes and hair, but my face and dark eyes were the same. He didn't notice I wasn't the same girl because all he wanted was the fuck.

"So, uh, what was your name again?" I asked, batting my eyes.

"Mike, duh Susan, you've only been going out with me for weeks now."

"Really? Oh, that's right. I forgot about that with all the boys I've blown behind the bleachers these past few days."

"What?" he stopped.

"Well, you weren't doing it, all you did was beat me and say you loved me." I hit him square in the chest, and he fell to his knees.

"Susan?"

"Susan isn't here, mother fucker." I transformed back to my regular clothes and my razor tipped glove appeared on my hand. I kicked him in the face and knocked him back into a wall. I pinned him easily with my mind.

"You learn quick young one." Krueger said, walking up next to me.

"Oh shit, it's Krueger! But you're not real! You're dead!" Mike screamed.

"My children have been gone for too long." Krueger reached back with his gloved hand and was about to thrust it, but I stopped him.

"Wait boss, we need to send a message out to the children." Krueger growled at me.

"I told you he was mine!"

"He still can be, but just wait a second." I lowered Krueger's arm and used my own. I ripped open his shirt and took my glove. I carved Krueger isn't alone this time in bloody cut across his chest and stomach.

"Clever indeed. Maybe too clever." Krueger raised his hand to me, but I blocked him with my own gloved hand.

"You inspired me, Mr. Krueger." I replied.

"Oh please, Mr. Krueger is my father." He laughed, and then thrust his razors at Mike, beheading him. The head rolled to my feet, and I just stared, "Call me Freddy, Fred, Krueger, or master when you address me."

"Master? Well… I am learning your art… master, then." I looked down at the head and paled a bit.

"Don't tell me a little gore is going to upset you." Krueger smirked.

I bent down and picked up the head.

"No, he was kinda cute, though."

Kruger laughed again, and I did too. My first kill, sort of. It felt good in a bad way.

"So, ready for another?" Krueger asked.

"Of course. Oh, can we kill a girl this time? A cheerleader! No, a slut! Wait… there's no difference." I smirked.

"Sure, I prefer the girlies anyway. Follow me."

I did follow, and we went into what appeared to be a girl's locker room.

"Alright Angelina, read her thoughts. Just concentrate, it's easy." Krueger said, pointed to the blonde girl. She was in a Springwood High uniform and was giving a lecture about winning the competition.

"She's the captain of the squad… and her name is Brittney."

"What else?" Krueger urged.

"She cheats on homework by telling nerds she'll kiss them if they do her homework… oh my." I snorted, "Shit! She's sleeping with the football coach!" I laughed.

"Infiltrate her dream, but remember, I still get the kill." Krueger said.

I changed into a uniform and sat down at the end of the bench. She kept rambling on, so I raised my hand.

"Yes? What is it?" she asked in a Beverly Hills whiny voice.

"So, does fucking the coach have anything to do with the team's losing streak?" I asked, acting naïve.

"What? That's absurd!"

"That's not what he said last night when you left."

"How did you know that!"

"Easy, I'm here to kill you." I changed out of the uniform and into my slasher clothes. She screamed when I raised my gloved hand into the air. She ran.

The little girls started their chant again, so I made the other cheerleaders join in. It was hilarious hearing a team of cheerleaders sing the Freddy chant.

"1, 2, Freddy's coming for you…" I heard a locker slam shut. Obviously she was planning on hiding in one of the lockers, I laughed.

I heard her scream, and when I turned the corner I saw why. She was cornered.

"Please, don't hurt me!"

"I won't hurt you, but he will!" Krueger walked up beside me, and she screamed again.

"Write another message adding my name this time. That way I can get a little stronger too." I asked.

"Oh, alright." He whined as he lifted up the cheerleader by her pompons, if you get what I mean, and cut into her stomach the angel is with me.

Then Krueger's arm went through the girl's chest, cutting out her heart.

"Not bad for your first night. Okay, tomorrow you'll begin your tests."

"Yeah, I can almost feel the sun on my body. I'll wake up soon. What are the tests anyway?"

"You'll see."