As Freddy and Nancy climbed into bed, Nancy tried yet again to make him talk to her. "Fred? Please, honey! You know I can't stand the silent treatment!" She wailed, grabbing his arm and shaking him vigourously.

"All right, you bitch!" Freddy growled, glaring at her, "I'm just a little upset is all."

"Aww, I know Freddums, but don't you think you should just let it go? I mean, just let it go.." Nancy murmered.

Freddy sat up. "Chucky only died tonight, Nance." He explained.

"He did? Oh, I need to take my pills then.." Nancy sighed, "I tells ya, even though I dyed my hair back to it's original brown colour I still seem to have a trace of blonde roots!" She then glanced forwards, "No offense intended towards blondes, by the way."

"Will you be quiet? I'm trying to sleep," Freddy grumbled, turning over on his side away from her. Nancy huffed and lay down to sleep, switching off the light as she did so.

Meanwhile, Michael and Samara were both sleeping soundly. Suddenly, there was a noise from outside. Michael's eyes flew open but his mask was covering his face so nobody could see his eyes not that anyone was looking at him right then..

Anyway, Michael looked around the room for a moment before going back to sleep. Moments later, however, there was another noise, like something had bounced off the window. Something had bounced off the window. Michael went to investigate. There was a dent in the window.

Michael went back to bed but heard the noise again, and so started shaking Samara violently. "What? Michael, what is?" Samara said groggily, glancing blearily at him. She didn't even wait for him to explain it to her, she just turned over and fell silent.

Michael decided to check it out. He grabbed his large knife out of his drawer, put on his clothes and gloves and ran a finger gently over the gleaming knife. Not a trace of blood. Well yeah, Michael hadn't killed for a while. He supposed he had just decided to cut down a bit.

After doing his hair, Michael crept out of his and Samara's bedroom and went downstairs, careful not to wake anyone. Suddenly, he heard his name being called from the darkness. "Michael," The voice hissed at him in harsh tones. Michael was suddenly quite afraid for the first time in his life, and went outside to see if anyone was out there.

His eyes widened at the sight that met his eyes as he stepped out onto the front porch. There was someone there, someone with exceedingly long arms. They wore a dirty brown hat, a red and grean sweater..

That same voice cackled at Michael. He looked round and to his horror there was the sound of the scraping of fingernails against something. "You'd better run, Michael, 'cause one, two - Freddy's comin' for you!"

Michael didn't need telling twice. He turned and ran down the street, knowing that Freddy was catching up with him. He hadn't even seen his face, but he didn't need to. Michael knew that it was Freddy. And then it explained why he hadn't said anything that evening. God, Freddy was going to kill him and gut him right here in the street..

Michael decided to fight. He turned and saw that Freddy had caught up with him. The figured, assuming that it was Freddy, stopped dead. "Well, Michael. Here we are," The figure was grinning but Michael couldn't see. "So.. should I tell you why I'm going to gut you right here in the street before I do so?"

Michael nodded.

"Well.." The figure (freddy) snickered in the shadows. "You've always been stealing my thunder, Michael. Elm Street was a great movie! Halloween had been sucessful also, but no - you just couldn't let me enjoy the fame, could ya?" Freddy laughed again, "So the sequels just kept comin'. Well, I obviously couldn't let that happen and had to make more. But it hurt, Michael, literally! That's how I hurt my back in '89!"

Michael was speechless. He stood rooted to the spot as Freddy explained all this to him, and understood. Jealousy. Pure and simple. Well, Michael definitely wasn't going to give up his place as one of the great masters of horror that easily. He took the knife from his pocket and waited untill Freddy was done talking. Then..

Too late. Way too late. Freddy had obviously watched Michael take the knife from his pocket because at that moment he threw himself forwards ontop of Michael and began slashing his chest. Michael tried to break free but Freddy had him pinned down.

The end for Michael Myers came very quickly. First, Freddy ripped his heart out. Then, he cutout the rest Michael's insides and simply let them spill across the ground. He didn't quite cut off his head, but Freddy sure as hell made Michael look.. well, i can't think of a word for it.

Michael's eyes were black and lifeless. He was dead. But in those few short moments before he died he could have sworn that the face of his attacker wasn't Freddy's. They wore a mask. A kind of Ghost mask.