AS22: ok, I updated early because it's the last chapter. I hope you all enjoy

Chapter 14: End Game

"Angelina… my angel, please… can't we talk this over?"

"No." I said. But I wanted to hear him beg a bit longer, as he had made his past victims beg. I wanted him to know what it was like for those innocent people.

"I trained you! You owe me!"

"You killed my parents. I owe you nothing, Freddy Krueger. Now that I know how to finish you, I'm enjoying watching you squirm. But I must end the fun, because I am not like you."

"But you are. How else could you have gotten this far? How else would you be able to kill me?"

I snarled at him as I cut open his shirt.

"Lookie there… your stolen souls."

"No… please, no!" he cried.

"You're pathetic, Krueger. Now you're going to hell permanently."

I made a single cut down his chest and the souls poured out like blood. Of course, blood came out too. The souls all went to the floor, and I waved my claws a bit so that they took their human shape.

There were hundreds of people. Everyone he had ever killed, my parents too. Together we all stood around Krueger. Jake finally found us, nursing his side. I gave him a questioning look.

"Traps, never mind." He said. I nodded and looked back to Krueger.

"Now. Hear me souls. This is your killer. This is the one who will not die. But together we can finish him. Lend me your strength for one final shot. Hit or miss, it will end now."

The souls once more gathered into a ball. The ball went into me, and memories of their deaths hit me hard, especially the deaths of my parents. My mom, lying in bed as Krueger's claws went through her and the bed, cutting through both. My dad, falling asleep at the wheel. Krueger had him on a roulette wheel as it spun, gambling his life away as the car crashed. Other deaths flooded me, but for now I couldn't concentrate on them. I'd let the nightmares do that later.

I was glowing from all the power, not just my own, but from these souls as well. The power was more than anything I could comprehend, and for a few moments I was lost in it. Krueger lunged at me, seeing the perfect moment to strike, but I grabbed his clawed arm and bent it back, twisting it off his shoulders easily. Too easily as I dropped it to the floor.

"Whoa… Angel…" Jake was in awe as Krueger wailed in pain.

"That was… incredible. I didn't even try it… it came clean off."

"Fuck! How'd you get so powerful!" Krueger screamed.

"I became a Dream Guardian and then freed your stolen souls, then asked nicely for their help." I said nonchalantly.

"Fuck, I know that!" he screamed, holding the stub on his shoulder.

"Then why'd you ask?"

I was egging him on. Making him angry so he'd screw up. But then I snapped back to the present. I had to end this.

I picked his clawed, signature arm up again and held it, claws out.

"My arm!" he hissed.

"Need a hand?" I used the bad pun openly, "Then here!" I threw it, and it went through his chest, the claws sticking out of his back.

He fell to his knees, but he wasn't done yet. I walked forward and blinked in a long, Japanese style sword with a black hilt.

"My angel…"

"I told you Krueger, I'm not your angel. I never was. This style of death is too honorable for you, but I'll feel better knowing you're dead for sure."

His eyes grew wide as I brought the sword to the side. I held it out and closed my eyes for a second. When I opened my eyes, I saw the Krueger had closed his eyes. He sighed.

"You beat me. I must say, it was a good run, Angelina. But I see that I'm beat. I will die with as much honor as I can. Get it over with. But remember my angel… that's what you are, and will always be. My angel. You're a killer by heart."

I swung the sword, his head rolling to my feet. His body slumped over, blood gushing out of his neck. I took the sword and staked his head to the ground. There was no way he could have survived. Jake had watched the whole thing. He walked over and put his hand on my shoulder.

"It's finally over." He said, panting.

"Yeah… but you know… I think I might miss him just a little."

"What?"

"He's the closest thing to a dad I ever had. He taught me things. He made me laugh. Maybe if I had been a bit more like him, that'd be you on the ground…"

"I get it. In a way, he's the closest thing to a dad I ever had too. But he killed our realfathers."

"I know." I stepped forward and reached into my own chest, pulling out the clump of souls, "You're free now. Go to your resting place."

The clump of souls floated up and dispersed like fireworks, fleeting and zooming around me and Jake like hyper lightning bugs. I caught his eye, both of us smiling I turned to him. He turned to me. It was like a cheesy Disney movie moment, but I didn't care as he pressed his lips to mine. I deepened the kiss and closed my eyes in pleasure.

When I opened my eyes, we were awake again, lying in my bed. Jake had his arm across my chest, he on his side, and me on my back. He slowly opened his eyes.

"I knew you could do it."

"Thanks, Jake. You never gave up on me. Everyone else gave up on me, but not you."

"Or Krueger."

I made a gagging gesture.

"Don't say that name. Don't ever say it, okay?"

"Sure thing, Angel."

XxX

3rd POV

Peter Einhorn got out of the taxi and walked up the walkway to his home in Springwood. He stood on the porch and took in a deep breath, glad to be home. Down the street, three little girls were playing jump rope and singing a song he hadn't heard before. It sounded similar to the Old Fred Krueger warning, but he didn't think anything of it as he walked into his house, grabbing a beer and sitting in front of the television, just like he had never left.

Five months ago Peter was arrested as a suspect in a murder/rape case. He got off for insufficient evidence. He sat smugly in his seat as the news came on. He saw himself leaving the courthouse just hours earlier. Another smirk slithered onto his slimy face as he let out a large yawn. He closed his eyes for a second, but snapped them open when he heard a hideous sound.

Skrrreeeeeech--ekkk!

He jumped up, but realized he wasn't in his living room anymore. He wasn't even in his house. Steam blocked his view completely as he moved forward, trying to find his way.

"Peter Einhorn." A voice echoed his name off, what Peter found to be, metal walls. Upon closer examination he discovered lockers.

"W-who wants to know?"

Skrrreeeeeech--ekkk!

"1, 2… the angel's after you… 3, 4… better bar your door… 5, 6… you're in a fix… 7, 8… she holds your fate… 9, 10… never sin again…"

The song echoed loudly as Peter backed into another locker.

"Do you know who I am now?" the voice called.

"Y-yes… but why me?"

"Why? You sinned…"

"Don't you watch the news? It wasn't me!" he laughed.

Skrrreeeeeech--ekkk!

"Murder is a sin… lying is a sin… rape is a sin… that's three. Four more will buy you a level 1 pass to hell. Right now you're only heading to level 5."

"Is that good or bad?" Peter asked. The feminine voice laughed.

"You're asking if hell is good? My old master would think that a riot, Pete."

The hunter came to view. Her hair was blonde with red streaks, and it hung down to her waist. Her eyes were dark blue and as piercing as her claws. Claws, on both hands, came to view, attached at the knuckles. Her shirt was a white tank, a black mini skirt and black knee-high boots finished her attire. Her right arm had chaos written on it, and her left had order. Both had ivy carved from the wrists to the shoulder and collar bone. She raised her left arm, waving the claws.

"Can't we talk about this?" he asked, pressing his back into the lockers.

"No." Angel lunged forward and her claws went right through his chest, into the lockers. His eyes grew wide and blank, and with a swift yank, the body fell to the floor. Angel stepped back, flung the blood off her claws with one snap to the side, and stood tall.

"Who's next?"

The End