Kane—The Angel of Retribution

Summary: Alexander Kane, part vigilante, part spiritual warrior, is given a task to bring in two of the most evil, undead, and demonic killers…alive! Can he find them? Will he be able to capture them? More importantly, can he restrain himself from disobeying his orders by killing them?

Author's Note: I do not own A Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, or any of the characters therein. The only part of this story I do own is the character and story of Alex Kane. Also, if you want to know more about the character and/or happen to like The Lovely Bones, then check out my alternate ending for that story involving my star character.

(Kane POV)-Springwood

I arrived at Westin Hills, a psychiatric hospital in the Springwood area. Apparently, Nancy and Quentin were taken there for trauma treatment after the incident. For a while they seemed fine, but when Nancy's mom was killed, it became obvious to them that Fred Krueger wasn't truly gone.

I'd done my recon work and had managed to break in after hours to acquire some scrubs and Eddie had forged me an ID badge. I would have to come at night when security was less tight to see the kids. It was about midnight when I got in with my ID and disguise. I had looked in the charts and records at the front desk and the doctor's office to find their rooms. I went to room 1F and unlocked it. There in bed lay Quentin Smith. I woke the boy up. He seemed startled, which I didn't blame him for given the circumstances. I put my hand across his mouth and held him there.

"Easy kid," I assured him. "I know about your so-called problem, and I'm here to help. You have to be quiet so I can get you and your girlfriend out of this place. It would be a LOT better if we went someplace more private. All right?"

He nodded in understanding, and I removed my hand. I told him, "I already know where Nancy is, so let's go upstairs and get out before someone notices." He asked me, "Who are you? How do you know about my 'problem'?" I replied, "Not now, we'll talk later when it's the three of us alone."

We went upstairs to room 2C and found Nancy. I let Quentin do the honor of waking her up and explaining that we were leaving. I led them out the back entrance to my car. Quentin took the front seat while Nancy sat in the back with some of my equipment, including my "uniform," an entirely black ensemble similar to Darkman or The Crow. I also had thick chains and padlocks. I had more stuff in the trunk, such as holy water, tranquilizers, mild sedatives, an AED (the thing paramedics use to jumpstart the body with an electric shock), and my weapons.

As I drove to the outskirts of town, I explained the situation in more detail. "My name is Alexander Kane. I'm a hunter by trade. Sometimes I hunt down serial rapists and/or killers, and sometimes I hunt things that can be considered demonic. Your pal Krueger seems to be a bit of both. I was sent here to take care of the problem. I've read all the reports on him and you kids, so I know all about your experience with him. The reason I sprung you two out of the hospital is because you've been his targets and are still alive. You two even managed to kill him, even if it was only temporary. If I'm not mistaken, you've been given drugs to control your dreams, which keep Krueger out for now, but if I get one of you sobered and back in as bait, I can wake you with an electric shock the moment you've got a hold on him."

They were letting this sink in when Nancy asked me, "Can you kill him?" I answered honestly, "I don't know. With enough time to research him, I could probably find out any vulnerabilities and kill him, but right now probably not. Besides, Krueger's no good to me dead."

"What the fuck are-? Are you insane? He's a monster, he can't live! If you can find a way to kill him, then do it!" Nancy yelled.

"And what if I screw up?" I retort. "What if I only temporarily kill him like you did? Then we'd be back to square one, and I didn't come all this way to come back empty handed." I sighed as I saw a look of defeat on Nancy's face. "Look kid, I've read his history and I'm no fan of his either. If I wasn't ordered to bring him back alive then I would kill him. But if I did that, then a whole lot of things could go wrong. I can't explain, but you guys have to trust me that it's better in the long run if he lives. Besides, if you knew what his life was like before you kids were even born, you'd know there was just as much pain given to him as there was dealt by him."

We all just sat in silence as I drove into a clearing a few miles outside of the city limits. As I got my costume out of the back seat, Nancy asked me, "Who do you work for?" I answered, "Someone who's higher than me or Krueger, someone who knows what He's doing…I hope." She had a look of understanding as I began dressing in my regular outfit.

I was putting on my trench coat, half mask, and hat when Quentin asked me, "If you know so much about Krueger, then what the fuck is he?"

I began to set up the AED, some syringes, and a cot when I answered. "Freddy Krueger is neither alive nor dead. I've done some research that points to this conclusion, but he's more complicated than a zombie or a vampire. I told you I hunt demons. It is my belief that Freddy is powered by demons. You see, the Devil is always on the lookout for new minions, even humans. He usually gets other demons to scout for him, but occasionally he finds someone personally. He heard about Krueger and what he did to you and your classmates as well as his life's story from three minions of his. They were ancient Mesopotamian Dream Demons, they had the power to manipulate the realm of human dreams and the duty to find an evil soul worthy of having this power. They found Freddy and reported back to their master. He ordered them to recruit him. Most humans who work for Satan do so while their still alive, but a few rare are so lucky they get to do their evil deeds after death. That was the way the dream demons worked. When your parents burned Krueger to a crisp, they merged with his soul so that upon death, he would come back with their essence in him. With the demons' power, he's all but immortal. But he's not invincible. You two proved that. While he may be all but unstoppable in the dream world, his power is heavily reduced, but not eliminated, in the real world."

I gathered my weapons: a handgun, a butcher knife, and a bastard sword which I saved for demonic occasions. "Now," I began again, "here's the plan. I give this sedative to you long enough for that dream drug or whatever to wear off and to find the bastard. The minute you got him, I'll sense it and use this AED to shock you into waking up, bringing him out here. I will subdue him and capture him. As long as he's my prisoner, he won't harm either of you. Even in the physical realm he can't be in two places at once."

They were contemplating the plan, then Nancy said, "I'm in. I'll get him. I've done it before." Quentin looked worried. She assured him, "I'll be back, I've had plenty of sleep and we're not alone this time…All right?" He looked at her, then at me and back, and replied, "All right. I trust you, and him."

"Good," I said, "then let's get started." I gave Nancy the sedative, placed her on the cot and turned on the AED. After about two minutes, the poor girl finally seemed out cold. I would have Quentin watch her eye movement with me and occasionally check the AED to see if it was running okay. I didn't want any problems when it came time to wake Nancy up. In addition to watching her eyes, I also calmed myself, slowing my heartbeat, and getting in tune to the supernatural realm. I know, it sounds fucking cheesy, but this is how I sense angels and demons, mostly the latter since I go looking for those. When Freddy finds her and starts to get into the hunt, that's when I'll feel his presence the strongest and wake her up.

We waited for what seemed like hours but in reality was probably no longer than 20 minutes, enough time for her meds to wear off. Quentin and I noticed her eyelids twitching now and he seemed to be expecting the worst. All of a sudden, her face was twitching and slight murmurs were coming from her mouth. She's definitely seen him, but it's only a glimpse. Next, I feel something tugging at my heart, something evil. She's face to face with him now. Quentin was screaming for me to do something, but it wasn't the right time. The presence I felt was getting stronger and Nancy's arms were jerking. I motioned for Quentin to bring me the AED. I prepped it on Nancy's chest as quick as I could. I waited a few seconds for it to charge and then it gave the shock to her heart, jolting her awake and, out of nowhere, bringing her nightmare man.

He was only about as tall as I was, but leaner. The burns on his face were so horrible it almost seemed as if some of the nerves in his jaw were shut off. His weapon was interesting, a glove with razor blades on the four fingers. It was fancy, but I would've preferred something to attach to my wrist, but that was just me. I called to him, "Frederick!" No one likes being called by their full name. He slowly turned to me as he hovered above Nancy. He stood up and started moving his gloved index and middle fingers together, making a clashing metal sound from the blades. I took out my butcher knife to defend myself if necessary. I didn't want my sword out. It could damage him, especially now that he's here in a physical sense. We stood off, like some Clint Eastwood western, neither of us intimidated by the other. He said in a somewhat deep, raspy voice, "These are my children. Interfere and you die." I replied, "Not on my watch asshole."

With that he swung his glove for my shoulder, which I quickly parried with my knife. I then grabbed him, and threw him to the ground. He wasn't expecting someone so strong. I tried to kick at his ribs, but he rolled out of the way, got up and thrust the glove again. This time, I grabbed his glove arm and spun/threw him into the side of my car. While he was still surprised, I made a small cut on his side. This made him angry, but impatient. He growled as he lunged to stab and tackle me, but I sidestepped him and grabbed him from behind and started to crush him. He struggled and stabbed me in various spots on my torso, but it didn't matter. Mere knife wounds healed very quickly, especially if they weren't made well, and Freddy wasn't in a position to be 100%. I lifted him and rammed him into the car, knocking some of the wind out of him. I reared back and rammed him again, and then I dropped him. I took out the other syringe from my coat pocket, the one with the tranquilizer, and thrust it into him, pumping enough shit to knock out a dozen men. In about 20 seconds he was out. I returned the syringe and knife in my pockets and proceeded to chain the bastard, lock him, and pour the holy water on the restraints for good measure.

I put him in the trunk with the equipment and drove the kids back to the hospital. I expected more of a fight from them about me killing him, but I think after seeing how easily I handled him they had faith in me that I knew what I was doing, or at least I knew more than they did. After all, they're a couple of teens and I do shit more or less like this for a living. I spotted a cop car at the hospital a couple of blocks away and let them out.

"You guys can either tell them you were sleepwalking or you can tell the truth and say I broke you out. I doubt they'll catch me seeing as I don't plan on coming back," I told them. Nancy just looked at me and asked, "You sure you can hold him?" "Pretty sure," I answered. Just as they opened their doors, Nancy took one last look at me and said, "Thank you." I just nodded and said, "You two just live a good life from now on. It should be a long one."

As they started walking in the direction of the cops and the hospital, I backed up and circled around avoiding the scene so I could leave town and head back to Chicago. At a nice isolated area I pulled over to take a piss. Afterward I got Freddy out of the trunk, gave him some more tranquilizers and put him in the back seat where I could keep an eye on him.

When I finally got home several hours later, Eddie was waiting with everything I said at my place. A couple of cages made of the thickest steel and blessed with holy water. Inside there was a hospital bed in each one with restraints attached. It didn't hurt to be too cautious after all. Eddie opened one of the cages and I laid Freddy down on the bed and attached the restraints. I made sure to sprinkle some holy water on these restraints as well as redo the chains and locks again. I took off his hat and glove and gave them to Eddie to hang in my armoire as I hooked up the IV with the tranquilizers to him.

Finally I turned to Eddie, and he asked me, "Well, we got him. What now?"

I answered, "Now, my friend, I'll take a trip to Jersey. While I'm at the coast, you're going to stay here and make damn sure our friend stays this way. He should be fine at this dosage. I know it's a bit high, but he'll live. If his eyelids even twitch once, up the dose. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got another undead, demonic serial killer to catch."

One down, one to go.

To be continued…

You know, I was actually going to try to make this as short as possible so I could go right through this in a hurry, but I love the characters too much. I respect Kane, Freddy, and Jason so much that I'm going to take my time and give them the attention they deserve, like the fighting. I didn't originally plan on having a fight scene in this chapter, but I couldn't have Freddy getting captured right away, that wouldn't be fair to the Freddy fans. After all, he's not one to go down without a fight. I promise that the fight with Jason should be more intense.

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