Freddy Krueger was slowly regaining his dream-stalking powers. He could feel it. Someone in Springwood must have refuled his memory, thus giving him the power to once again cause havoc. A cruel smile played on Kruegers mutilated lips, he could feel the blood lust filling his body, with a vegence. It had been far too long since his blades had penetrared the sovt and tender flesh of the human body, too long since he'd felt the hot, sticky, wetness of blood, as it poured from the veins he had severed within his victim, watching as it created a dark red pool around them, and certainly too long since he'd felt the over-powering rush of consuming yet another victims soul, strenghtening his nightmarish powers to unimaginable levels. Fred examined his blades as he anticipated the nightfall, for tonight would be the beginning of his reign of terror.

Jason slammed his locker door shut, to find Chey standing face to face with him, Sean at her side.

"Hey again, just wondering which bus you take? Or do you walk? Because I was thinking, if you head the same way, you're welcome to walk with Sean and me, if you want to that is."

"Jesus fuck woman, take a breathe!"

Sean tried to hide the smirk that so desperatley wanted to surface.

"And just so you can continue your stalking of me, I live on Elm Street." Jason said.

Sean's attention was captured. Jason lived on Elm Street? Where he lived?

Chey tilted her head a little.

"You do? Which house?" She asked.

"1428."

"You're the one who moved in there? I thought it was that Chris and his family." Sean said.

"How do you know?" Chey asked.

"They're my neighbours?"
"Well, I guess that makes us neighbours, because his dad is my legal guardian." Jason said, swinging his backpack up onto his shoulders. Sean stomach gave another involuntary flip, as he tried to sustane the grin that was threatening to break loose on his face. Jason was his neighbour. He lived next door. This was good, wasn't it? No, it was bad, now he'd forever be nervous, or would he? Damn crushes and their confusing state.

"Sean?" Chey's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Uh, what?"
"You on something, mate?" Jason asked, "Cause whatever it is, feel free to share."

Laughing, Sean answered,
"Sorry, I was miles away. And to answer your question, Jase, I'm not on anything, sorry. But anyhow, can we get going? I'm starved."

"You're always starved, even though you eat like a horse." Chey remarked as they made their way home.

"What's your point?"
"My point is, how the hell can you be starved?"

"Have you seen the size of him?" Jason asked.

"Was that an insult of a compliment?" Sean asked, genuinley puzzled.

"Who said it had to be either of them? It was more a statement."

Chey laughed at the look on Sean's face as he tried to work out if Jason was serious or not, before bidding her goodbyes and leaving her best friend and new friend to find their way home.

Sean's heart started racing. He was alone, with Jason. He'd barely known him five minutes, how the fuck could he have this effect on him? No one had made his heart race before. He stole a glance at Jason from the corner of his eye. His face was emotionless, his blue eyes staring intently at the road ahead.

"You like the Xbox?" Sean asked, mentally slapping himself for two reasons. One, that he was allowing himself to feel this way and two, for asking such a fucktard question.

Jason looked up, a slight crease of confusion on his brow.

"Sure?"

"I have an xbox."

"I'll sleep a lot better tonight, knowing you have an xbox, Sean."

"Uh..Yeah..So...Wanna have a game sometime? "

'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?' Sean screamed at himself mentally as he searched Jason's face for any clue of what he was thinking, he found none.

Jason shrugged.

"Whatever, man."

Sean nodded. "Cool." He stopped at his gate. "Well you could come in now, or later if you prefer."

Jason raised an eyebrow. Sean bit the inside of his mouth. Damn Jason for being so gorgeous.

"S'up to you, mate. It's your call."

"Now?" Sean asked, hoping his voice was casual and not hopefull.

Once again, Jason shrugged. "Yeah, alright, but just let me dump my gear first."

Sean nodded." Should I wait, or ..?"

"What you asking me for? You got your own brain, use it." Jason shook his head and jumped the fence into his own garden, Sean following.

"See, it's not so hard to make your own decisions, is it?" Jason asked over his shoulder.

"Oh, haha. You're so amusing."

Jason jammed his key into the lock and pushed open the door.

"I know, eh? Funny guy, that's me alright." Sean followed him into the hall and grimaced slightly. The place, from what he could see, was a mess. Clothes and other objects took up most space on the floor, and from what was visable of the carpet, was gritty with dust. His mother would have a nervous break down if she'd seen the state of this place, not that he'd say that out loud.

"Is that you, Jason?" A male voice called from the livingroom.

"Naw, it's the man in the moon." Jason replied, rolling his eyes. A man waddeled into the hallway, his clothes unkempt. He was heavy built, Sean decided, but only because he was too polite to say fat as hell.

"Don't get smart with me boy, and who the fuck is this?"

"Uh, I'm S-" Sean started, when Jason cut him off.

"He's a friend of mine."

The man grunted and turned to go back into the sitting room, giving Jason a hard slap across the back of the head as he left.

"Asshole." Jason sneered, before climbing the stair two at a time, turning back, to see Sean still standing in the same position, he sighed slightly.

"You just going to stand there all day, or what?"

"I didn't know if I was to follow or not." Sean replied.

"Well, if you want to stand in that shit heap, be my guest, if not, I suggest you move your arse, lad."
It was Sean's turn to raise an eyebrow, before following Jason upstairs into a room, which was surprisingly clean.

"This your room?" Sean asked. Jason nodded, putting his backpack in his closet.

"You don't have to look so surprised you know, just because the place is a dump, doesn't mean I'm a messy person, I'm just unwilling to pick up after these cunts."

Sean shoved his hands into his pockets, trying hard not to blush.

"I never said-"

"I know, I could just tell." Jason said, picking up on Sean's uncomfortableness. "Right, well, do you wanna get moving?"

Sean nodded, glad of the escape of this household, he hadn't been here five minutes, yet he could already tell it wasn't a very welcomed place to be. He wondered how Jason was able to stand the atmosphere, then again, he was probably used to it by now, considering he lived here.

Alice Johnson turned a corner and carried on running. This maze was familliar, yet she couldn't figure out where she'd seen it before. Something behind her made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, willing herself to speed up, she pumped her legs with all the power she could muster and ran into the heart of the maze, to find a boiler.

"No.." She whispered, raising a hand to her mouth. "God, no. Not again. Not now."

A shrill noise filled her ears, causing her to slap her hands to the side of her head and screw her eyes up in a vain attempt to block it out. She made her way blindly past the boiler, which burst into life as she left it behind. The tempreature in the boilder room steadily began to rise. Alice skidded to a hault as the persperation began to gather on her brow and back, opening her eyes, she wiped a hand over her forehead before letting it drop to her sides as she contemplated which way to turn next. Childrens voices began to whisper, yet she couldn't make out what they were saying to her. They invaded her mind, until she could hear nothing but the whispering. She collapsed to her knees, closing her eyes, willing the voice to at least become understandable to her. Opening her eyes once more, Alice saw four brick walls had appeared around her, she was trapped.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you.

Three, four, better lock your door.

Five, six, grab a crucifix.

Seven, eight, better stay up late.

Nine, ten, never sleep again."

Alice shut her eyes once more, clutching at her long hair, begging to this to be a figment of her imagination. Something crawled over her foot, making her squeal and stand up. Slowly she opened her eyes and she saw the thing she had been dreading the most.

Freddy Krueger, blazed poised, ready to strike.

Freddy laughed his bone chilling cackle, before lunging at Alice, his blades clawed at her stomach.

Alice sat up in bed, drenched in sweat and shaking like a leaf. She felt along her stomach to check for any damage that may have been caused, but found none. She couldn't control her dream, no matter how hard she tried, this could only mean one thing, Freddy was back. She had to warn Jacob.

Freddy Krueger glowered at the spot where Alice had disappeared. He hadn't been able to injure her, let alone kill her. He wasn't strong enough to kill yet. He wasn't feared enough. However, he was strong enough to dream-stalk and emit the fearsome intensity his nightmares caused. It wouldn't be long before the children of Springwood, would once again fall by his blades.

A/N; Yes I know this chapter is pretty ramble-y, but it's 7am and I haven't slept in two days, so what do you expect? Anywho..I forgot what I was going to write, so, yeah. Review please.