18 YEARS LATER
The night was old and dead with the parking lot bare no one there but the thin tall figure and an old beat up 1967 chevy impala. The figure just stood there their hot breath seen in the cold night but that would be the only part of them, which seemed to moves. Finally after what seemed like years of waiting a very young figure of a girl dragging a large suitcase was slowly making her to the figure. It turned to see her and smiled lightly it was of course the older version of Oz Krueger he pushed some red hair from his face and walked over quickly to pick up the child's back and packed it into the car.
"I could have done that" Squeaked the little girl she wasn't that big so her voice was quite high, most of the time people thought her too cute to really take seriously. Her red hair was slightly darker then Oz's and in the night it looked like her hair was black as inked paper. This little girl was with him for the past year now and the only soul reason she was here night now running away with him was because they both had the same father and two different mothers. The little ones name was Craven Medford a small seven yea old which was short and thin like a little pixie in her children's home they would make jokes saying it you were to poke her arm you would break it clean in half. She of course never said anything; well she never seemed to talk the most things the child said was to Oz of her two-headed kitty doll that she made.
Both Oz and Craven got into the car but the little one got in the back seat so she could get some sleep for the crazy long drive to Springwood. "First we need to pick someone up" Oz said in a low almost silent voice now putting the car into drive leaving the state and never to look back. He oh course was talking about his complicated girlfriend Kira then to their new home, He only seen the place in his dreams which at first he thought was a stupid normal dream but from what he heard from Katherine it was more then that, it was all real. Even though she told them not to go near the house Oz never listened and yelled at her about wasting his time with such silly things. Hopefully she would think he wasn't going to go near the hose since he wasn't sure how well of a lair he was.
The night was long and tiring but it wasn't like the two teens weren't used to it with all the phone calls and going out to clubs this would be just another old night to them but this time a crazy long car ride. The blond haired women whom sat next to Oz only looked out the window the whole time not saying a single word, she might have regretted coming along with him since she was leaving all her friends and family behind. She did love him but how much can you really know someone and be safe? Oz just every so often looked in the corner of his eye to see her and waited for her to say a single word and the reason this dummy wasn't saying anything was because he didn't want to awake up his little sister. "There" Kira looked at Oz and pointed to a sigh which had a smiling family painting with the title "WELCOME TO SPRINGWOOD" Oz smiled and took the sharp turn into the sleeping town as the sun slowly raised.