My name is Tanya J Thompson, and I've had an interesting life. I died at age 17, was brought back to life, trained as a dream demon, killed two of my classmates, met Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers, and soon, Freddy Krueger and I have our final dance.

Jason and Michael assure me that they'll help in any way that they can, but they can't help me this time. There is still one thing to do before I end this clash of titans, however. And it involves a boy named Matthew.

The rain soaked my hair as I walked through this thunderstorm. It's cold, but I don't really care. Right now I've got a score to settle.

The memory of my first meeting with Matt comes back. Matt tackled me after I insulted his girlfriend Serena, then said thanks when he and I were on the ground. I dunno, but I realized after Freddy showed me how I died that Matt was the one who tried to save me. I guess that means something.

Matt was sitting on his front step when I arrived at his house.

"So you're real after all, huh?"

I nodded matter-of-factly. "Looks like it. Why'd you do it, Matt?"

He looked at me confused for a few moments, and I raise my eyebrows as I show him the scars on my arms.

He sighs, shrugging as he leans back. I guess I was too busy before to notice how cute he looked.

"I don't like seeing innocent people get hurt. But I can't exactly call you innocent anymore."

I can't help but smile.

"Neither can I."

"But you're finishing this tonight?" Matt asks me, a serious tone overcoming his sarcasm.

I nod once again, and he nods back. I can tell he's worried by his eyes.

"I'm going to kill Freddy, Matt. Once and for all."

Matt smiles, and we both hear his mom call him in.

"Good luck, Tan." He says as he turns to go inside. He then turns back to me, and a true smile greets me.

"I love you Tan. I hope you know that." He leans over to me, kissing my cheek ever so softly, and then walks inside as my shocked look returns.

I walk through the rain still, walking to two destinations…first, we have my best friend…Chris.

I walk inside through her back screen door, and find her sleeping in a rocking chair.

"Chris…" My voice croaks, as I'm afraid she may be in a dream with Freddy.

She slowly stirs awake, and my heart skips a beat. Thank god…I think as she smiles.

"Tan…you're back…"

"Yeah… But not for long…" She looks at me confused.

"You're going to try and fight him, aren't you?"

I nod.

"But you can't! You'll die, Tan!"

She grips me tightly in a hug, and I go down on a knee as she lets me go.

"You have to let me go, Chris. I don't think it'll be healthy for you to remember a gal like me…"

Tears start flowing down her cheeks. "Now don't do that, Chris…you'll make me cry."

I wipe her tears as I smile. "You've got your own life to live like I do. We'll both have our day one day. And I'll watch over you… I promise."

Chris wipes her tears as she looks up me with a smile, but by the time she does, there's no one there.

To her, I am now just a ghost of the past.

I guess overall, I've done all I can. Now there's just one thing left to do.

"Are you ready, little whore?"

I'm around 6'1, I'm not little; I think as I look up to see Freddy, his claws stretched across my neck.

"You won't fight fair, what am I supposed to do?"

Freddy nodded as he sat beside me.

"I've never been a fair player, you should know that by now."

I sighed. "So what, am I gonna just kill you, have you come back, and then I'll be dealing with a never ending battle of the sexes with one of us hoping for the other to just give up, right?"

"You're right. That's why I've got a proposition for you."

"I don't trust you, you realize that, right?" I light a cigarette and Freddy stabs it with his claw as he takes a puff.

"These'll kill you one day."

"If you haven't noticed, Freddy, I realized that I'm dead."

Freddy grins at me. "You found out quicker then I expected."

I take the cigarette off the claw and I take a drag.

The cigarette smoke blows out my nose as he takes the cigarette and stamps it with his foot.

"So you ready to make another deal with the devil, Tan?"

I turn my head to him.

"You want me to kill my friends, don't you?"

Freddy laughs. "That'd be too easy for you. I want Serena. She's an exquisite specimen, and I want her dead. Kill her, and you're friends will be free…"

I sigh at this.

"And so will you."

This gets me interested. " How do you mean?"

"I will not go near any of your friends, if you kill Serena."

"I don't trust you."

"Fine then. Kill Serena, and then accept defeat from me. Become my slave and your dear friends will hear no more of me."

He grabs my shoulder as he stands.

"Come on, Tanya. You know you'd love to have your friends free to sleep and dream again."

"Just as much as I'd like to have you dead."

"Well then I've got another bargain. You leave me to my business, I allow you to go to heaven, your friends are free."

"How can I trust that?"

"If I'm lying I'm living."

"I'd rather have you dead. I'll kill Serena for you. Then you lay off my friends, got it?"

"Deal, Princess."

As much as I hated to do so, I had to give Freddy some credit. He'd killed hundreds of kids by now, and me… well, I've got 2 deaths under my belt.

There wasn't much more to do… all I had to do was watch and wait… and hope that Serena didn't have much to do.

Just my fucking luck. Serena was throwing a party. I slipped through the shadows, and found her in the place I expected. Her bedroom. The person that was with her, however, pissed me off.

Matt…He lied… The blood that's running through my veins is boiling... my cheeks become red with embarassment.

"They all lied..."

My dad... my step-mom... Matt...

"As I said he would." I turned and found myself in Freddy's boiler-room. You lied too, you know.

"Do you … live… to torture me?"

"I needed to show you the truth. You can't trust anyone in this world. Humans are just prey. You must lose all of your human emotions… including guilt. Matthew must die."

"And what if I don't want him to die?"

"You'll never learn, will you."

"Maybe not." I said as I slumped down. "It's not going to change, is it?"

"Something I learned from being dead, is that you can't trust the living. You and I are both dead… but you and I are different dead. I am fully dead. You still have human… tendencies when it comes to death. Get rid of those, you'll be free."

"Free of what?"

"Free of yourself."

"You're trying to convince me to kill my friends."

"Maybe… or maybe I'm trying to convince you to kill your enemies. Your choice."

He left me alone then. Alone with my still lingering human emotions. I was… dead. Where did emotions get anyone?

The dead didn't interfere with the living…

The dead….didn't…love…

And I was dead.

Maybe I should start acting like it.

CLIFFY! D Sorry for taking so long!