A/N: huge dalay but alot of things keep me from finishing this. dont worry, it will be finish this october.

*crash* the small boy tumbled after colliding with the bars of his cell for the 10th time. Rapidly recovering he began to get ready to hit them again when he heard steps. Getting in guard he began to look at every direction. He knew he was coming, he could hear it, he could, even when it hurt to admit…he could feel him. Minutes passed in the room, with the red light and flames being the only constants until suddenly, every light stopped. The room was so dark that he could not see his hand in front of his face, but he could hear. He could hear the water dripping from the pipes; the steps than were closer and closer to the room where he was. He continued with this, until he heard no more. All sound stopped and he got afraid. Not being able to see was easy to deal with when you could hear, but not been able to see or heard, was something new for the boy. Slowly, knowing that the cell was with limits, he began to walk backwards. Then he felt the bars touching his back and feeling for the first time relived to feel the cold steel against him, he allow himself a small breath…

-Oh how cute…I also gland to see you boy—said the voice of Krueger that erupted in laughter as soon Steven turned to see the horrifying charred face of his captor within inches from him, the fire had returned, bringint with it the red light that only accentuated his captor already demonic face—What? Didn't I tell you? We were going to have so much fun with Connie's friends—he finished in a sinister form. As he tapped the bars with his claws, one at the time to scratch the metal just make him feel uncomfortable, Steven could not help himself and with anger boiling he said.

-WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WHAT CAN YOU GET? YOU ARE A DISGUSTING MONSTER!—he finished appearing his shield and running full speed towards him. Then something unexpected happened. The bars disappeared and he found himself running full tilt against Freddy who stood there. With the few meters between him and Freddy, Steven jumped letting his whole weight collide with the mad man in front. But he found only air as he felt an arm behind his head that put him a hold. Steven twisted and turned just too heard from his captor, who slamed him against one of the walls and put him in a hold, using his ungloved hand to have a grip and poiting with his index claw.

-Shsss, don't be a dumb little shit; right now I could kill you, if it wasn't because you are my pass, my door to this new playground I would have—he then firmly grabbed him by his shirt and turning him Steven saw the red light and flames come back biger and brighter, Freddy looked different. His teeth were sharp, his ears finished in points and his nose was long and pointy. Dropping his shield he tried to escape his grip but as he got closer to his face he heard—You got no idea what could be happening to you…SO BE A GOOD GUEST FATASS!—he said throwing the boy into the cell again which closed. Steven was left alone with his thoughts. The room slowly began to darken again…

Garnet had finished talking with the group who was left in the house while she took a walk by herself for she needed some time alone to clear her mind. It was a very weird situation for her. To deal with a being that not only was not beholden by the natural laws, but that, as long as he could keep on getting his strength of the poor souls that he had slaughter, he could become something close to a god. Not only that, he was the only adversary for whom she found no common ground to understand it: Every single person that had face him and even the madman himself had said it, he did this because it was amusing to him. The sheer fact that some being could exist, that did what he did because it was funny was beyond her way of thinking. She could understand tyrants; she could understand even some fanatics, but to come face to face with someone who thrived in misery and pain, just for the sake of it, was too much.

Her walk without any clear destiny was cut short when she was in the hill that overlooked the whole small city. Looking up she saw the old and abandoned lighthouse, the same one as her vision. Walking towards it she opened the door and nearly gasped as the white and pale form of Amanda Krueger was staring back at her. She looked young as she watched silently at Garnet, the pale moon coming from the broken windows in the upper floor of the lighthouse gave her a more ethereal look, but as soon she notice the lack of shadow, she knew that she was not dealing with someone of the world of the living. Garnet was about to ask her what she was doing in Beach City? Why she follow them? And most importantly… when she was going to help them? when she turned and began to walk silently to the circular stairs that conduced to the top of the lighthouse tower.

Garnet decided to follow her, because that was the best idea that she could muster in all this mess. Silently she watched as the ethereal being, lead the way to the top of the lighthouse. Step by step in the ruined stairs that lead to the top, Garnet could have sworn that her steps were the only ones to be heard. Finally the figure stood there, looking at the city and said with calm yet unnerving tone.

-He will never stop. This city, then the next…as he once said, every town has an Elm Street—she then turned to see garnet. Her eyes were blue like her son, but they look beyond her, penetrating deep into her—Do you want the kid back?—asked walking closer to garnet who felt the need to back step but decided against it, even when the spirit in front of her deeply disturb her.

-I will anything to get Steven back—said her without second thought. After all, she promised his mother that she will protect and take care of Steven.

-He is so powerful right now…I will need your help—she said putting a hand in her waist, for Garnet was a lot taller than her. Garnet felt cold and she then asked a little unsure.

-What kind of help you will need?—asked when Amanda began to glow. The light was so intense, so bright…

-I will need your strength—said the voice of Amanda as the light shoot to collide with Garnet entering her. She could feel so much, the pain, the misery…the guilt. The she collapsed in the ground of the last floor of the light house. If someone had seen garnet, they would have guesses that she fainted, for she was lying there in the top of the lighthouse, as she was sleeping.

Steven sat thinking in ways to escape his prison, he knew that right know, Krueger was in his "playground" getting his grotesque kind of fun. Once in a while, he could hear the faint screams, female or male, all different and all with the same terror creeping from them. So inside his own thoughts was that he was startled when she heard a voice…

-Steven…my child, you will came out of this prison this night—said the woman in front of him. Steven was momentary confused, he had not heard anything or seen something, the lady kind of appeared there. She was tall, close to Pearl height, her skin clear as the milk but something cached his attention: one eye was blue like Krueger's, the other was purple. He only knew of one person with that eye color.—Do you not trust me?—asked the woman kneeling to level herself with the kid. Her sweet voice was dissonant with her sever expression.

-you could be him—he said getting himself up and facing the woman in front of him—it won't be the first time that he had done something like that—he said a little hurt, like remembering something he rater not.

-Steven, I need you to trust me, for we have so little time—she said as the woman dressed in white touched the bars. Quickly she retired her hands looking the slightly burned skin that was beginning to heal itself. Turning again to the bars Steven heard a calm voice that made remember someone, someone that he trusted—Not again, never again—Said the lady as she took hold of the bars and with a violent motion she pulled them. Steven saw how the bars began to burn the woman's hands, she could even smell the fried skin, but the lady keep pulling. With painful effort, the bars bended when finally there was a hole big enough for him. Deciding to take his chance, Steven jumped thru the hole and turning saw the horribly mutilated hands of the woman. The flesh was charcoal in some places and the parts that weren't in the process of regenerating, were steaming giving a weird smell. The woman straightened herself and with a calm but stern voice said to the boy…

-Follow me, we do not have too much time left—she told Steven as she began to walk quickly (Steven could swear that she was hovering). Steven followed her by the room full of pipes, the giant boiler room from which he was familiar and after a while he finally asked the woman, to where she was leading him…

-Hey where are we going?—he said not slowing down her jogging pace as they crossed the labyrinth of pipes and stairs, getting farther and farther from where he was held captive—do you know where you are going?—asked finally.

The woman did not say a thing but suddenly he saw a long corridor and at the end of it, Steven saw a door. Once they were in front she open to turn towards the boy and say—inside my child, here he will not dare to dwell—she said as Steven entered the door, after all, he did not had a better option. After he entered in the room he was a little shocked. It looked like an old hospital. As he followed the woman he saw room after room, each room reinforced the theory that he was in a hospital, but it looked little like the one where Connie's mother worked. The floors were dirty, the walls had cracks were the paste was beginning to fall, revealing the bricks. Old medical beds, oxidized tables and old lamps that hanged by the ceiling, made the place especially creepy for him. Then they reached a big door. It was high and triangular. Without touching it, the door opened to reveal a strange room. There were numerous benches, all lined up in two files. A small corridor leads to a small table where over it was a piece of cloth that once was white but that now after decades of lack of care, was grey. Up in windows he saw figure, he could remember Connie calling those stained glass windows. After his survey the room he turned to see the woman closing the door and with a movement from her hand, made a bench come and barricaded the door.

-this should give us some time…until he notices your absence, now Steven, you need to wake up—Said the woman kneeling in front of him looking straight in the eye. Steven felt uncomfortable looking at those eyes.

-but how? I don't even know how much time I have been here! I don't know who are you!—he said confused. After everything that had happen, he wanted some kind of answers.—And even if I go out, as soon as I fell asleep he will kill again, because everything is my fault!—Finalized complete distraught.

-Steven! I will tell you this just once my child, this isn't your fault—she said in authoritarian tone—Everything that Krueger had done is just in his nature, you will never reason with him, so don't try, don't be deceived, like a lot of people were when he was still alive—she stopped, her expression was strange, like she was angry not with him but with herself—you need to go back and stop him…now my child wake…-but her voice was stopped.

Thru the darkness of the room, Steven felt his blood go cold; he heard a scream of anger tear the silence. The roof trembled as dust bean to fall, some of the windows began to crack and the benches tremble. The woman suddenly turned to look at the door and with seriousness she turned to look at the boy.

-He is coming…-

Pearl had decided to keep watch in the inert form of Steven. The boy laid there in the bed, still dressed in the same clothes that he had when they went for the last time together to face that abomination. With a sight she stood up and walked downstairs to the kitchen. One look by the window and she could see some of the boys still outside close to the fire: Sadie, Buck, Jenny and SC all close to the flames to keep warm. Garnet had left some hours ago to clear her mind. With a sight she decided to make some tea, mostly for herself. She rarely drinks anything (she didn't need to) but this awful situation made her replanted the need for some kind of clutch.

-I thought you will go for something a little stronger—said a voice close to Pearl. Turning towards the voice she saw Alice leaning in the island while she was in the top cook stove. She was by the appearances trying to be lighthearted—Then again, you don't look like the kid of gal who will take a beer—she finished.

-No…I never drink those things, or other things for that matter—Pearl finished as she put the kettle in the stove.—Do you want something of that kind to…?—said unsure as to how she should handle this kind of talk.

-No, not that I won't usually drink something in this kind of moment—she then walked close to Pearl—Your boy will be fine, He needs him, and maybe we could pull this one off—she said, even when her voice did not sound so sure of what she said, Pearl thanked her for trying to be positive—Like I said, I know what is like to have a kid in the hands of this son of a bitch—she finished.

-Steven is not my son, he is Rose son—she tried to clarify but then Alice moved her head side to side.

-I see how you take care of him; even when is not certain that he is coming back, you and Garnet are his mother's—she finished when Pearl heard the kettle whistle. Pouring the water to make the tea, Pearl said.

-Is still odd. I…-but then she heard Steven. He was moving in his bed. Dropping the kettle and the glass she ran up the stairs, follow close by Alice. Once in front of the bed, they saw something weird. Steven moved as he was running but then he went quiet. Suddenly the boy began to sweat, twisting and turning Steven began to talk, getting more and more desperate by the second.

-He found us…I can't wake up, I don't know how!—The boy repeated more agitated. Pearl and Alice looked at each other. Without missing a beat, Alice ran towards the boy and shaking him she shouted.

-STEVEN! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!—Pearl for her part began doing the same as Steven continue to talk.

-Fight me not her, fight ME!—he said and then lunged from the bed. Pearl saw how her surrogated son flew from the bed and before colliding with the wall he disappeared. Alice was confused. Running she began feeling the wall.

-where is him where is STEVEN…STEVEN—she said touching the wall in despair…where was Steven?

A lone figure walked in the fog created by steam covering the pipes, his right hand touching and scratching the pipes, creating stretching sounds or sparks from the old and rust remains of the metal working factory. He grin, showing his teeth. He walked towards the deepest corner of his kingdom, to see his prisoner and to show him the new fruits of this night. Day by day he grew stronger and he could feel it. Soon this town would be like springwood. It was almost like this poor idiots never had to deal with something like him. When he entered the room where Steven was he stopped dry. The bars were bended and the prison was empty.

-WHAT?!—Krueger said walking fast to the hole and looking it. He began to think fast, there was no way that those bitches could have found this place unless he wanted them here. There was no one who could just waltz around on his….he suddenly put his nose close to the bars, and smell it, burn flesh, but not his, and with anger and fury he said one name before scream with all his anger—Amanda—the piped in the plant tremble until some of them burst by sheer pressure, pieces of metal began to turn red hot, the whole dream realm of beach city trembled.

-He will get here fast; Steven we need you to wake up—the woman said turning to look at steven as they could only heard the nothingness, not even wind. This unnerved him more than anything, for he did not know where Krueger was or will be.

-I don't know how to wake up—he began to say when he heard the door creaking, both turned and saw how the door was being forced inside. The woman raised a hand and the door slowly went back, but Steven could see that she was straining. Then the door lost tension. He turned everywhere, the windows the roof. The woman walked back also staring. Then they heard a mumbling, it appeared to come from all places and no one at the same time.

-well, well, looks like the springwood whore is meddling with my business again—said the deep and raspy voice that echo in the room, giving a reverberating quality to it. Steven felt his soul fall to his feet.

-He found us—he said with dread. He was here but they could only wait for him to appear.

-Steven, now wake up, I can fight him but I can't stop him forever—the woman said not letting her guard down.

-I don't know how—said the boy getting more and more scared. Krueger won't be happy at all. Then all sound stopped. They had gone to the farthest point of the room, where the table was and they could see the benches, the doors. They waited and then…

*BOOM*

The floor under the table exploded and from the hole, Steven barely had time to process what he saw. A figure jumped and grabbed him by one arm, but he also felt his other arm being secured with iron grip. Turning he saw the woman looking at someone. With a quick turn he saw him, grabbing him with both hands and staring daggers at the lady. Not losing time, the woman raised a single hand from where a light, white as the early lights of the sun, came from her hand and collide with Freddy's chest. The being let out a scream and crashed against one of the stained windows. He felt to the ground but he began to stand up, recovering fast.

-Steven, we need you to wake up—said the woman walking back, putting Steven behind her to make distance from this demon—Wake up Steven, only you can stop this from even happening again—said the lady.

-Fatty can't do shit! No one can, neither could them when I was alive, and even less now that I am eternal—He said stalking them like a predator, slouching forward—and you bitch, is time for you to be put to sleep—he said getting ready to use his claw. Then something happen, than neither Steven (who thought of the lady as old and fragile) nor Freddy (who ever considered Amanda someone to be physical intimidating). The clawed hand was being stopped by a white one who nonetheless, trembled by the sheer effort to kept Krueger at bay. Krueger was so surprise that he reacted a couple of seconds to late, just to feel the brunt of a new attack crash on his chest. The attack caused a small explosion, that Steven saw amazed. In the chest…well, were there was once a chest, was a hole where the entrails of Freddy could be seen.

Freddy looked at the hole and passing his hand over it, disappeared as it had never been there.

-My turn—he said using his left hand to grab the lady by her clothes to keep her in place and his right hand to prepare a slice. With a fast motion, a new wave of energy exploded from the Lady which was so strong that Kruger crashed with one of the stained glass. A few minutes it looked like he was gone. But was from this moment when Steven notice something, the Lady was trembling, suddenly she was shaking uncontrollably. Her hand went to her head and then she feel to her knees. One hand supported her to avoid falling completely to the ground.

-ARGHHH—she screamed both in anger and in pain. Steven was confused as to what was happening—Steven, wake up, I can't contain him forever, please I beg of you, WAKE UP!—she finished with anguish.

-I can't I don't know…-then he saw it. She turned and her face was horrible. He could see half of her face looking like it was melting, looking more and more like Freddy, then—AAAARGHHH—a claw burst from her chest trying to reach the boy who was close to the poor woman. Amanda used this moment to stand up and try to get far from Steven. Using her left hand, to grab the one that came out of her chest. Then a foot burst from the place where her left knee would have been, follow close by a burned hand coming out of her back that grabbed her by her head, she was barely keeping her balance when her face made a horrinfing tearing sound and Steven was borderline puking. From the face of Amanda, the head of freddy came out. He winked his eye to Steven and turning he kissed forcibly Amanda.

-What bitch? Don't you like me being inside you again?—he said with glee as he then twisted himself trying to separated from her, making it as painful as he could. His victory was within his grasp when, a fist collided with his face, a gloved purple fist. Looking baffled to a new arm that wasn't his or Amanda, he saw other person alsotrying to separate from Amanda. Garnet looked him from her shades royally pissed off. A big gautled formed in the hand of Garnet and punched him. Garnet other arm came out from the back of Amanda and was wrestling Krueger left hand. A long leg came from the hamstring of Amanda right leg while the other came out from her stomach. It was three bodies fighting in one. Steven saw this and finally understood what was happening.

-Fight me not her…Fight ME—he said beginning to run towards the mass of limbs. Amanda saw the boyd gaining speed and closing her eyes she used all her strength. Two bodies came out expelled with force from her body. One masculine crashed with the table in the middle of the abandoned church, the other, taller and feminine turned midair and embraced the boy, and together they disappeared from the dream realm. Exhausted Amanda disappeared in million of particles. Looking at this whole scene, Freddy walked slowly where was once Steven and trembling like he had when he was reborn a long time ago, he turned his face to the roof and let out a primal scream of anger, frustration and pure hate. The very few pieces of glass left exploded, the curtains began to smoke to then burst too flames, the ground began to tremble, irregular parts forming, the benches exploding in rains of splinters and finally, the floor where he was standing began to rise. At the end, he began to breath slowly, his head collapsed and a sole phrase was hear in the now burning Church—you dare to challenge me bitches…well, I will have to bring the real pain now—he said as he walked across the flames into the deeps of his kingdom.