Before you read I just wanna say that this is the first part of the second chapter; My kind of guy. It was supposed to be one whole chapter but it became well over 20 pages so I decided to split it up. The second part will be up right after, no worries.

Well read it and tell me what you think. No comment is unwelcome ;)

Disclaimer: If Freddy was mine this would have been a film where I played Hannah or I would have died of happiness, so no, he's not mine.

Later that (day? Night?) I was lying in my room. That room which I made on my own, Freddy had still been annoyed by my presence at the time and he'd refused to help. I guess he was too busy trying to find a way to kill me. I snicker to the memory of his failed attempts, he tried so hard and yet he couldn't figure it out. Why couldn't I die? Of course, I knew the answer. First he'd tried to threaten it out of me. Then he tried different ways to kill me. Then he tried to ignore me (that had been a funny one) and finally he gave up. But some times he asks me without warning, trying to throw me off guard. It wouldn't work, I will never tell him. My hand absently goes to my tummy again. The holes there are gone now, like all the other things he'd done over the years. I blink and the song 'My kind of guy' sounds out from nowhere (dream world rocks). Reminiscing like this got me thinking about how it all started, how I ended up here with him.

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"I'm not so sure what you're getting at Hannah." Niles said and shoved his hand in his pockets. He had this doubting look in his eyes that I hate so much. "You had a feeling?" I roll my eyes, he can't just believe me, can he?

"Of course it sounds silly when you say it like that. But I'm telling you, I've had this feeling for a long time and it has gotten stronger lately." I gesture wildly, almost knocking the hat off an older bloke. I say a quick apology and turn my attention back at my friend.

"You're not being condescending are you? 'Cause you sound a bit condescending. I hate that!" I poke a finger dramatically in his chest. He puts his hands in front of him defensively. "No no I'm not being condescending. I'm just trying to be logic about this. I'd love to believe you but you usually have crazy impulse decision that you later on know is total galimatias! " That's true unfortunately.

"Just 'cause it's been like that before doesn't mean it's like that now. Did you learn nothing from the boy that cried wolf? Those sheep were eaten. Eaten I tell you!"

-Well it starts as a joke-

"Still, it doesn't change the fact that it was a feeling. Not a wolf." He says slowly like I'm dumb or something.

"And the hand!" I say loudly and point at the line in my hand. "Don't forget about the hand!"

"Sorry, I forgot about the hand." He says patiently. "None the less, it doesn't necessarily mean what you think it does!"

I look down and trace the line in my left hand. It was a line that went right next to the life line. I knew that that meant I would either live on borrowed time or with the help of somebody. I had come to the conclusion that this means I will be in a coma soon. I had tried to tell Samara and the others but since they were the most rational beings on earth they laughed in my face and said that I should sleep some more.

I had told them about the dreams too. A giant grandfather clock that was ticking slowly. It was red and green and every time it struck I would hear "One two, Freddy's coming for you." and so on and so on.Of course that was before my sleeping disorders begun. I couldn't sleep. Not that I didn't want to but it was just physically impossible. And every time I closed my eyes and tried I could hear Freddy laughing.

-Like a stick in your spokes -

Not that it scared me, it just made me wanna fall asleep more. He's so awesome. I had finally gone to see Niles who was the only one who truly understood how much I hate it when people don't believe me. But I guess I was wrong. Well if that was the way it was going to be then...

"Fine!" I turn on my heel and walk away with my hands in my pockets. "If no-one will believe me then I guess you'll all just feel really guilty when I'm gone! Good night!" I call over my shoulder. I can hear him protesting but I won't stop. I hate them, I hate them all! Why can't they just trust me on this?

I walk a few blocks; I don't feel like going home just yet. I took my hands out of my pockets and look down on them. The line is deeper than before and I can practically hear it taunting me. "Shut up..." I hiss heatedly and shove it back in my pocket.

The sky was a dull gray and I felt that it was fitting for my mood. I really need to calm down. I memorize where all the people in front of me are walking and then I close my eyes. I've loved doing that since I was a kid, it's just so relaxing. I used to just close my eyes and walk but after bumping into people a couple of times (hundreds of times) I kinda started to look were people were first. I open my eyes when I reach the end of the pavement (I'm not suicidal). I press the button on the streetlights and close my eyes again as I wait for the rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sound that tells you its okay to walk. I tilt my head along with the tick tick tick tick that means "walk and you're dead", a smile slowly creeping up on my face, 'cause it was a pleasant afternoon considering.

-Or removing the bolt of the brakes-

I can hear people muttering loudly nearby. Suddenly the muttering turn into shrieks and my eyes slam open. You know when you read in the papers where people tell you stories about how time slows down in an accident? Well those fuckers don't know what they're talking about. One second I can see the people across the street all looking at me, the next I have a gorram SUV in my face! Not. Pleasant. What did slow down though was the pain experience. I could feel my kneecaps crushing under the pressure of metal bars. Two or maybe more ribs shatter as I slam down on the windshield. Maybe I was imagining but I could have sworn I saw the people in the car staring at me through drunkenly hazed eyes as I feel the bones in my jaw and cheekbones break. My spine took a few hits as I rolled over the roof. And when I fell to the ground behind the car I fell on my face. Ain't that just the pickle on the giant crap-sandwich that is my day? I lay awake for a few seconds after that. I can hear the car stop somewhere nearby, (and people say I got slow reactions). I take a moment to be amazed by the fact that my even though I broke both my elbows my hands never left my pockets. Someone is leaning over me, I want to say something but it's difficult. Finally I manage a very painful grin as I say; "To- told you so... Fuckers." And that's when I slip into the dark.

-Then the bicycle flips-

When I woke up I wasn't in the expected hospital bed. But I was lying on an inflatable mattress in the middle of a swimming pool (hands still in my pockets!). Cranking my neck carefully I try to look around without falling off. It appears that I am at a pool party. That's odd. I realize that I'm still wearing my clothes from before; the ends of my long scarf are lying in the water. Crap. I slowly paddle myself to the edge and get of the mattress. "This place looks oddly familiar" I think when suddenly I'm almost pushed into the pool by a guy hurrying past me. "Hey-!" I call after him and he turns his head and glances at me for a second. My heart stops as I recognize him. It's Jessie! Jessie from Nightmare on elm street 2! How is that possible, that movie was made years ago how can he still be so young? That's pretty cool. But how did I end up here? I look around as I finally remember this place. It's the pool party in the second film in the Freddy series. I can see Lisa's house, the changing room that Jessie just ran out from, the guy that will try to reason with Freddy who pushes a girl into the pool at the moment and Jessie running on his way to Grady. It has to be the same place, who would know better then me? That's when I remember that Grady will be killed soon. I'd liked him a lot and I had been a teensy weensy bit mad that he was killed.

"No." I say firmly and slap myself hard in the face. This is a dream and Grady and Jessie aren't real. I'm almost certainly in an ambulance right now on my way to a hospital. "Clear.." I whisper under my breath and imitate the sound of resuscitation as I scratch my belly and look around at the environment. It defiantly looks like that place, but isn't that the beauty of dreams? Your sub-conscious picks stuff up and then present them to you when you sleep.

-Crushing ribs smashing hips-

This place doesn't seam to be boring at least so I go to explore. I grab an unopened drink from the small red cart (that I remember would explode later if it had been from the film) and look around for clues that this is naught but a dream. In the film Jessie is talking to Grady right about now, asking him to watch him. Of course the idiot fell asleep. They always do. I open the can and take a gulp. That's when a girl come out of the door that "Jessie" ran out of. She has red curly hair and is wearing a kind of orange shirt. 'Just like Liza!' I think and choke a bit on the beer in my hand. The girl is buttoning up her shirt and seems to be looking around after someone. Suddenly our eyes meet. I stop in mid action and every muscle in my body tense, she stops too and looks at me. I can almost see myself through her eyes. Wearing big running shoes, green trousers, a beige jumper and a very long scarf at a pool party. I must look so out of place. I have one hand in my pocket and the other one is still holding the can a few inches away from my mouth. I feel like a deer in headlights. She squints and I know that she is trying to recognize me. Slowly, very slowly, I bring the drink to my mouth and sip at it. The movement seems to awaken her from the connection we had. She blinks a few times and give me a last glance before searching the faces of the people at the party again.

It's kinda weird but the fact that people can see me standing here in this place unnerves me a little. There is a wall a few meters behind me and I think it would feel safe in the shadows there. Backing slowly I watch (Liza) the girl as she goes to her friend. I barely react with more than a quirk of an eyebrow this time as I see that this girl looks exactly like Liza's friend in the film. I decide to get closer so I edge my way along side the wall. Soon I find myself on the other side of the pool and I position myself behind the girls.

-And he broke every bone in his face-

"Nah I'm sorry Liz bu'I didn' see 'im." Says Liza's friend. I could never remember her name. "Ok." Liza answers and nods while looking at the ground. But then she jerks her head up. "Hey, do you know who that-?" She begins and make to point at a place on the other side of the pool and I can see that she means the place where I was standing not to long ago. She drifts of mid-sentence when she can see that there is no-one there.

Her friend leans to try and see what the redhead is pointing at. "Who're you talking 'bout Liz?" Liza turns to her friend, still pointing to the other side.

"There was a girl, standing over there. I've never seen her before. An' it was really weird, she was wearing some kinda military pants and a scarf that went all the way to the ground. That sound like someone you know?" I wrinkle my nose and I feel a bit offended that she was calling me weird. Liza looks around for me as the dark-haired girl shakes her head.

"Well forget 'bout her, whoever the hell she is. Tell me what's up with you an' Jessie." They sit down on the edge of the pool and splash their feet in the water.

I have decided that this is in fact the film. The names sorta gave it away. The dark-haired girl keeps calling the redhead Liz, which I think is short for Liza, and she just mentioned a guy called Jessie! That can't be a coincidence. I sit down cross-legged with my back against the wall. I concentrate on what the girls are talking about. It's difficult to hear it all but I think Liza is filling the other one up on what happened. This quickly bore me and I take a gulp from my beer. I turn the can upside down as I realize that it's empty,poop. The cart has been rolled closer to were I am and I scramble over to it and pick out two new ones before returning to my place by the wall. A guy swims over to the girls as I sit down and puts a hand on the dark-haired ones leg.

"Come back in the water." He says suggestively. She gives him a deadpan look and firmly states "I'm busy, okey?" I remember this from the film! I smile and straighten my back when I realize that we're finally back on track.

-Now you're out of control-

"I don't know Kearie, I feel like I should go see him but I can't just leave the party." Says Liza and I roll my eyes. Kearie! That's her name! She has the same reaction as me as she stifles a laugh. "Fuck the party!" She says and then adds with a smirk. "Go see 'im."

Liz nods and agrees. The girls do that weird cheek kiss thing and Liza gets up. I take that as my queue to follow her and get on my, now slightly unsteady, feet. The red head goes towards her house and I follow swiftly in the shadows. 'Where is she going? Grady isn't that way.' She goes in to her house and I stand outside the door for a moment before trying the handle. It's open. I'm surprised at my luck, it's very unusual.

I close the door behind me and turn to look at this new place. It's a hallway and some stairs that lead to the second floor. I can hear somebody moving around up there so I decide to check it out. At the top of the stairs there are a few doors ajar. One of them has the light on. It feels more awkward spying on someone when you're in their house then when you're in their garden but I have to have a look.

I crawl like a ninja moth on the carpet covered floor towards the light. I can see Liza walking around in her room and opening some drawers. I remember now. She's changing her clothes 'cause I'm pretty sure she didn't run around with Freddy in the power plant wearing that orange shirt. It would have bothered me to death. When she unbuttons her shirt I roll to the side and sit against the wall. I'm not gonna be some scary perverted stalker. Well, I'm not gonna be perverted 'cause I think I've already crossed the line of scary stalker.

I know I can't hold my liqueur and that I'm a bit of a wimp when it comes to that so I decide to just sit there for a while instead of exploring the house because I have the feeling I would fall down a lot since I'm already clumsy when I'm sober. Liza is humming in there and I try to recognize the tune but I think it's a bit before my time. It reminds me that I am in fact way back in time. I'm not even born yet. This is absurd! A dream! A really...real... dream... But still a dream! Or is it? If it was a dream I couldn't possibly have known what the girls were talking about while they were off screen in the film. But wait what had they been talking about? Hadn't I been crawling around elsewhere when they were talking? Had I really heard anything that wasn't in the movie? I can't remember. That sucks.

-And you can't fill the hole-

I look down on my legs and with a pang I remember that they are supposed to be broken. Since it is so dark in the hallway I can't see my legs too clearly. Suddenly, I can see with my minds eye how my kneecaps are totally demolished and they point grotesquely forward. I put my hands on my knees to reassure my self that they are, in fact, whole. Yup, they're there. Fine as ever. Silly me, what was I expecting? I don't know.

It's a bit of a shame if this is a dream 'cause then I won't meet Freddy. That would be cool. But what would I do if I did? Would he just suddenly be all friendly like in those fan fictions I read? Or would he pay me no time at all and just kill me? Could he kill me? Am I already dead? This thought made me go cold and I felt like hyperventilating. I also felt like giving my self a great big slap but I didn't what to make too much noise.

But if I'm alive, and if this was the film, and if I were to meet Freddy, what would I do? I pondered this for a moment. May be I could talk him into keeping me. Like a side kick. No. That sounds more like Robin then Harley Quinn. I'd rather be like a partner in crime I thought with a smile on my face. "Mmmerrrrlicious." I said in a whisper before I could stop myself. I'm so stupid.

"Hello?" Liza says suddenly from inside of her room. I curse my self silently as I look for a hiding place. The bath room! Thankfully, the floor is covered with carpet so not a sound is heard as I dive dramatically through the open door and the hide behind it. "Mom? Dad?" Is that you?" I held my breath. Liza finally went down the stairs. I risked a peek and saw that she was now wearing a skirt and a pink shirt that she tied at the bottom. Wait a second, this means that Jessie is standing outside the door. And that means that Grady is dead. And that means that Freddy killed him!

-That was left by the thrill of the chase-

My guesses are confirmed as I can hear Liza open the door downstairs and then exclaim with a gasp: "Jessie my god what happened?" Jessie answer with something I couldn't quite hear. Not that I needed to. "I killed him-I killed him."

The sad thing with watching a film over and over again is the fact that you soon learn it by heart.

"Jessie my god you're hurt. What happened?" I mimed from my place on the floor. "I-I killed Grady. I killed Grady... Liza! I killed Snider! Oh- oh my god! I'm so scared!" I hated this scene in the film 'cause I didn't think they did that great a work of acting. "Jessie, what are you talking about!?" I was doing a better job then them and I was lying on the floor of a bathroom. "He's inside me. I'm scared-!" Boohoo. Don't you think others are scared too? Think of Grady, at least you're not dead. I was getting bitter by the fact that Grady was dead, but I had taken a liking to him. " Jessie! Who is doing this to you?" I sat up abruptly and waited for the name that would confirm the fact that I was were I think I was. "Fred Krueger!" Jessie yelled as a smile spread upon my face. I begun to crawl towards the stairs and looked down but they were outside my line of vision.

"He's inside me and he wants to take me again!" What annoyed me was the fact that no-one ever believes the guy who's telling the truth.

"No. No. Jessie? Jessie, this is not happening!" Yes it is! "It's gotta be everything you've taken is. Snider, the diary, the glove! Only- only it's-!"

"Christ! What do I have to do to make you understand me? Last night he tried to make me kill my sister! I have blood on my hands! He.. Owns me." Now I remember the scene changing to what's outside. I scramble to my feet and run as quietly as I can to the window that points towards the backyard and the pool.

The water in the pool was bubbling a little, like pastawater, just beginning to boil. Liza ran up the stairs and in to her room. I stood rooted to the spot, I can't believe she didn't see me. I crouch down in the shadows as she runs down again with Nancy's diary in her hand. When I'm sure she's gone I scan the party in search for the grill. The hot-dogs were suddenly burning in real flames and I could see a guy run to them and tip it all in the grill and close the lid over them. Some people started laughing and clapped their hands. That's when the beer cans erupted like volcanoes. This means that Jessie is changing now! As I run past Liza's parents door I realize that it is unlocked. It's supposed to lock it self when the change begins. Deciding against not getting involved I pull the door shut and lock it with my fingernails. "Liza?" I can hear her mom from the other side of the door. I leap as quietly as I can down the stairs. I don't want to miss this.

-You're a right piece of work-

I slow down as Liza's voice reaches me from the living room. "All this really happened. You can fight him." I snort at this and roll my eyes. "No you can't." I mouth silently to my self. And then Jessie began to pant heavily. "Oh god, he's coming back! Get out of here Liza!" I look around the corner and I see Jessie and Liza siting on the couch. He was holding his tummy like that would help to keep Freddy in. "Jessie fight him!" The redhead said as Jessie stood up. "I can't!" he said. No, not with that fucking attitude you won't, I thought as a window slam shut and locks it self. "Fight it Jessie!" I look around as more windows close them selfs. This is getting good. "You created him. You can destroy him!" Liza continues. "No you ca-an't." I whisper in a sing-song voice. Muffled shouts were coming down from the parents room. I knew they wouldn't disturb us. "He is living off of your fear! Jessie fight him!"

"I can't!" Jessie lashes out and stares at Liza. "Yes you can!" Oh the drama, I observe how the fish tank is starting to boil safely from my hiding spot. "Fight him! You are not afraid of him, he doesn't even exist!" Liza tries to help the guy but I doubt he can really hear her 'cause of all the pain he is in. The TV glows hot red and sparks fly out of it. Then the fishing tank, that is now white because of the heat, cracks and the water comes flowing out. As people can be heard screaming outside, laughing can be heard from inside. "Jessie..?" Liza asks. "Wrong..." I whisper as a clawed hand reaches up on the desk in the room. "He's back again"

I completely freeze as Freddy poke his ugly head over the desk top. He's real! He's actually real! "He can't fight me!" He says with his thick voice. "I'm him!"

Liza grabs some cloth nearby and hurls it at the dream demon who flings it away with his claws. She then grabs a lamp and strikes Freddy square on the jaw. He lands on the floor and I can see him blinking a few times as Liza runs of. Freddy pushes him self up and looks around. I realize that he is heading the wrong way so I throw a book from the kitchen table so that Freddy turns around to look for the cause of the noise. Of course, that's when Liza screams for Jessie as she tries to open the door. Freddy, who thanks to me is going the right way now, swings around the corner towards her. We both see Liza run into an other room so Freddy moves to cut her off.

-All the flakes go berserk-

With a shreek she slams into him and they fall to the floor. For a split second he lets her go before throwing him self at her again. She tries to crawl away but he just pulls her back by her leg again and then again while laughing with menace. It is obvious that he is just playing with her and that she won't escape like that. Freddy finally pulls her leg towards his face and bites down on her ankle. With a cry Liza yanks her leg away and then kicks him in the head. I wince from my new hiding place at the far end of the room. The redhead scrambles to her feet as Freddy puts a hand to his head. He then swings his arm down and just misses her as his knives dig into the floor. Though I can't see it I know Liza is banging on the glass doors to get out while the people outside are trying to get in. It's like trying to choose between the Plague and Cholera. Freddy put his feet steadily on the floor before dragging his claws out of it. That's when I first notice that he doesn't have a glove. "That's weird." I say to myself but apparently Freddy heard me 'cause he glances over his shoulder towards my hiding place. But he doesn't have time to investigate since Liza is standing in the doorway . Freddy lashes out with his arm and throws some things to the floor. Some times he can be such a baby. Liza looks around her and then grab the knife on the table.

"Jessie help." she pleads with him. "There's no Jessie! I'm Jessie now!" comes the harsh response from Freddy as he walks closer. "Get away from me!" I walked closer to see better. There was nothing really hiding me anymore. Liza would have seen me over Freddy's shoulder if it wasn't for the fact that she was looking at him in horror, because right then, Jessie's voice could be heard. "Kill me Liza. Please, kill me."

As Liza sobbed, both Jessie and Freddy laughed. "Come on Liza, kill 'im. Kill 'im!" She just stood there, looking at him. Freddy made a threatening move so she stabbed him in self-defence. Of course, this didn't face him at all and after a few more stabs Liza realized this too. That's when Jessie's voice sounded again, "I love you Liza." it said. That was, I think, all that she could take. She dropped the knife and tilted her head back and called for god. She then let out a teriffied yell as a burnt hand with blades for nails held her face. Now she pleaded with him. "Please, please. Oh god no, please." I almost felt pity for her if it wasn't for the fact that this drama annoyed me. Maybe that was because I knew what would happen.

-Have you forgotten how good they taste?-

"I love you Liza." Freddy said, with his own voice as he began to play with her hair. Liza visible calmed down before trying to reach her boyfriend again. "Jessie help!" She said. Freddy seemed to wake up from a trance and realize what he was doing. He growled and pulled his hand away like it had gotten burnt. Again. Throwing the redhead into the wall he turned to the glass door. The people who had been standing there, looking in at the two, (no, three) quickly moved away as Freddy approached. A saw him leap through the door, shattering glass everywhere. And then he was gone. Silence followed. People were looking this way and some were looking at me and Liza while some were looking at the spot where Freddy vanished. I walked over to the girl on the floor and crouched down.

"Hey, Liza." I said. I might as well say hi now that I was no longer in hiding. "Liza, wakey wakey." I bring a hand up and pat her face. Nothing. I can hear her parents walking upstairs and feel that I have no desire to explain this to them. Sneaking out the door, I noticed that some guys were making their way closer and staring at the ground where Freddy had been. "Hey, is everybody okey?" Somebody called from far away. The guys now standing a few feet away turned their eyes to me. "What the hell was that?" One of them asked me.

"Oh, that! Yeah, that was just Freddy." I said and put my hands in my pockets. I gave them a look like what I just said should have explained everything. "Oh, and stay away from the walls." I added. "They'll burn you. Badly!" They gave each other questioning looks as I walked past them, my eyes fixed on the place where I knew that any second now, Freddy would appear. I was right. Floor boards fly into the air as the dream demon jumps up. People started screaming and running, as always. A nearby table falls victim to his wrath and I laugh cause it's so random to knock down a table when there are people running around you.

A guy presses himself against a fence trying to get as far away from Freddy as he can. This only gains his attention though and the kid is dead a few seconds later. Feeling that I also need to cause some evil I take one hand out of it's pocket and when a person runs past me I push him into the boiling water. He lets out an unmanly shreek as the his skin turns red, and the water catches on fire. I turn my head around to look at the guys over my shoulder. They stare at me in horror as I flash them a grin. Suddenly I am supposed to be feared too apparently since they all run for the wall. Flames roar up from the ground and I bring a hand up to my face and call after them, "I told you to stay away from the walls!". Idiots.

I'm not Hannah by the way. The name's Tinto, pleased to meet you.

If you can find something like a scrubs reference hidden in here I will be overjoyed :D The second part of this chapter will be up soon.

And please review! Thanks for reading!