Freddy watches intently as Michael begins to show his prowess in hunting. 'Interesting...he moves much more gracefully than Jason could ever hope to, mind focused on his task. This will definitely come in handy when convincing the townspeople that it is truly me.' Claws clicking together thoughtfully, he follows Michael as he makes his way steadily towards Elm Street. However it is many miles away and Freddy isn't quite sure how Michael plans to make it there in a timely matter. 'S**t, it'll take him days to get there and I can't wait that long!' Freddy snarls impatiently. Michael looks back directly at Freddy causing him to freeze in shock, but just as immediately he turns away and stalks towards a gas station with a lone car parked in it. 'Alright, that was unexpected. If he can see me, there may be some problems…' Freddy thinks to himself, carefully keeping an eye on Michael to determine whether or not he truly saw him. However, Michael keeps walking straight ahead, appearing to not have seen Krueger. 'That's very good...I see what that little sleaze ball has in mind." The shape forges ahead, careful to make sure it's stalker doesn't realize that it knows he is there. Approaching the gas station, it falls into a hunting crouch, eyes observing and studying the building to find openings or threats. After around 25 minutes of careful observing it begins to close the distance with a confident gait, footsteps completely silent. Entering a hidden cellar door, it pauses to listen for any signs that a patron or owner may have heard its' entrance. After a second, it begins to move again, heading towards the stairs when it notices a shape move in the shadows. Head cocked to the side and with its' knife held firmly in its' grasp The Shape approaches the moving shadow and finds a young teenager bound in chains and covered in blood thrashing around on a soiled mattress. Without hesitating, the Shape leans down and grabs the girl by the hair as she struggles to scream through her mouth gag, it rips open her stomach with one clean slice, intestines and organs falling out in an instant. The light in the girl's eyes flickers in pain before completely snuffing out. The Shape continues on as if nothing had occurred, walking up the stairway with all the grace of a hunting feline. Carefully opening the door, it confidently walks into the dusty station, finding nobody in the main area. Cocking its' head, it discovers a faint hum of music appearing to come from behind a door that appears to lead into a garage. Changing direction, The Shape opens the aged door and is immediately blasted by metal music. Gazing around the room, its' predatory eyes land on a pair of feet sticking out from underneath a truck on a lift. Struck with inspiration, The Shape approaches the controls of the lift, and with inhuman strength crushes the down button sending the lift along with the truck down onto the clueless owner. "Wait, WTF!" is the only thing the poor guy is able to hear before it the truck crushes his entire body, shattering every bone and sending crimson blood across the floor. Making one last check, it heads back into the station and finding nobody it grabs the keys from the counter and takes the owner's car. Freddy is stunned by the level of carnage and lack of emotions that his new pawn is showing. 'How is it possible for somebody to have no fear, no emotion at all?' This completely perplexes Freddy, a monster whose purpose is to feed on fear. 'Without emotion, what is Michael's purpose for killing at all? He can't enjoy it or relish their deaths…' The one thing that did amuse him though was the sight of the captive girl at which he laughed and said to himself, "Everyone has their dirty little secret, I guess it got boring waiting for non-existent customers to come through the door." Thoughts once again spinning, Freddy is caught off guard by the sudden sound of a vehicle and is astonished to see Michael driving. 'Huh, I guess that solves our little problem of getting to Elm Street.' Freddy's spirit jumps into the vehicle and prepares for the next few hours.