Okay, so, I know it's been a while since I updated but I seriously cannot seem to put my ideas into writing at the moment, which is bugging the crap out of me. Anyway, I'll give it another try for this chapter, but I'm promising nothing spectacular.

Jason sighed and turned over, once again. It was 4.30 am and he couldn't sleep. The fact that Chris was on the opposite side of the room, snoring and grunting like a pig in peril didn't help the situation. It looked like it would be another night with sleep being a stranger. Not that he wasn't happy about that, sleep was Jason's only enemy that he couldn't win against. No matter how hard he fought it, eventually he always succumbed to slumber, which resulted in his night terrors.

'Ever since they died-' He stopped himself mid-thought, refusing his mind the opotion of reminiscing. He wasn't taking a trip down memory lane, again. It always ended badly.

Stretching, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that he left out on the chair. Entering the bathroom, he changed into the clothes and made his way down stairs into the sitting room. Clearing the sofa of the mess that had been left from the night before, he flopped down into a seated position and sighed, once more, covering his brow and eyes with a hand. A shift in the position of the couch and the added weight on his lap indicated that his bull mastiff, Tyson had decided to join his master. Jason absent-mindely scratched behind the big dogs ears as he allowed his thoughts to drift.

Sean walked along the school corridors, they seemed eerie in the darkness, usually full of life hallways were now abandoned and silent. The hinges of lockers that had been carelessly left open, creeked in the slight breeze that rustled his hair every now and then. This was going to be a nightmare, he could feel it. From the side of his eye, he seen a shadow, a movement behind one of the classroom doors. He cautiously stepped towards the door, trying to make out what he had seen, although the translucent glass distored his vision. The atmopshere was changing and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He placed a slightly trembling hand onto the door handle and pushed it open. He found himself in a room he had never seen before. It looked like steps leading into some sort of basement. The schools dimmed flurecent lights flickered on and off, limiting his sight to only around 5 feet infront of him.

"I've seen enough horror movies to know better than to check out this alone." Sean muttered to himself and made to turn back, to find his path blocked by a solid brick wall. He took a step back and stared in confusion. The last time he had checked, he was standing in a door frame, so where the hell had it gone?

"This is crazy!" With a shake of his head, he had no choice but to venture further down into the darkness of this seeming basment. The steps groaned under his weight, making Sean grip the banister hard. The last thing he wanted to do was fall through the steps. Eventually he made it to the bottom, where the lighting had changed. The walls glowed red, a maze of pipes and hanging chains awaited him.

"Where the hell am I?" The sound of a terrifyed yelp made him jump. Instinct made him sprint towards the sound, even though his gut told him it was a bad idea. He came to a halt as he found himself at a railing, below, more pipes and in the center of the maze, a boiler. He hadn't even registered the change in tempreature, he now realised beads of sweat were forming on his brow. Wiping them away, Sean squinted into the dimly lit room, scanning it for the source of the noise, he didn't have to look to long to find out. A familiar figure darted across the bottom floor, a second figure following not long after. This person was being chased. Sean rushed down the second set of stairs, determind to help whoever this person was. He ran in the direction he had seen them going, hoping he would find them before their persuer did. He turned a corner and collided with something solid which sent him sprawling onto the ground. He sat up gingerly, holding his head with his left hand. The source of his fall lay infront of him.

"Hey! You're that kid from school, Jacob!"

Jacob sat up and scrambled away from Sean, backing into a corner.

"You stay away from me! I mean it."

Sean frowned. "It was you who ran into me. I was only trying to help you, jeesh." He stood up and was able to get a proper look at Jacob. His face was strained,his eyes darting around the room in a panic. Something had obviously scared the shit out of him.

"Look, I'm not going to hurt you, all I want to know is where the hell we are."

"We're in his domain. We're not leaving here alive, he'll kill us. He killed my mom. He's going to kill me now. And you. You're here to, you're now his prey."

Sean looked at Jacob, trying to make sense of his babble. This dream was getting weirder by the second. He wanted to awaken now.

"Who's domain are we in?"

Before Jacob got the chance to answer, a screech sounded from behind them. Jacobs eyes widened in terror. Sean turned to find a terribly disfigured man in a dirty striped sweater and fedora. Although Sean was taller than him by a good 5 inches, something in the mans demeanor made him step back. The man grinned, showing poor teeth,his blue eyes seemed to be ignited in the red light. It was then Sean seen the glinting of the four blades that adorned the strangers hand. Following Sean's gaze, the mans sadistic grin widened and he flexed his hand, making the blades clink.

"How sweet, fresh meat."

Jacob let out a moan of despair as the man began to advance on the two boys. Sean stepped back, unable to do anything else. The strange man raised his hand and brought it down in a slashing movement. The blood of Jacob Johnson splattered over the walls, the floor and Sean. Turning on his heel, Sean sprinted in the direction Jacob had come from. He wanted to check if he was alive, see if he could help, but his survival instict wouldn't allow him to. He pumped his arms and legs, willing his speed to increase, when he came face to face with the maniac who had sliced up Jacob, his bladed hand once again poised to strike. At that moment, Sean knew his life would be ended, his thoughts turned to his mother and brother. What would they do? They then turned to Jason. Sean wouldn't seen him again. It made his heart ache. He hadn't known him for long, but he had fairly deep feelings for the Scottish boy already. He dropped to his knee's, his legs to weak to support his weight any longer. His fear making his limbs feel 20 pounds heavier than they really were.

Freddy sensed the fear emitting off this boy in waves. He would enjoy this.

"The only thing to fear, is fear himself." The man chuckled, ready to bring down his blades on the fallen adolescent.

"And if fear looks like a melted candy-cane, then there is nothing to fear."

Freddy turned at the new voice and growled slightly. He now had the choice of finishing off this kid infront of him, or getting the thrill of the chase from this impudent new-comer. Either way, he was claiming more souls tonight than he was intened, which apeased him. He chuckled and stalked towards to the new-comer, leaving Sean still on his knees. The new boy was also taller than him, but this was his world. Height didn't make a difference.

"I always wanted to try Scottish meat." Freddy taunted.

Sean looked up at the mention of Scottish, to find the strange man stalking towards someone else. Someone who wasn't there a moment ago. Sean's heart leap in terror, yet joy at the same time as he saw Jason defiantly stare down the advancing pyschopath.

Freddy spread his blades, bringing them into Jason's line of vision, his manic grin spreading across his face, he was closing the distance between the two rather quickly and this foolish child was to idiotic to move.

Sean watched in fear, his legs still unwilling to support his weight, there was nothing he could do. He was frozen rigid with fear, his voice stuck in his throat. He wanted to scream at Jason to run, but his terror was over-powering. He watched helplessly as the gap between Jason and the man closed.

Freddy raised his gloves into his attacking stance, yet hesitated. Something was wrong. He looked at the boy, who was glaring back at him, his arms crossed over his chest, he stood proud, defiant and unfrightened. Freddys eyes widened slightly. This boy showed no fear of him. No-one had ever did that before. Even Nancy Thompson had emitted fear at the sight of his blades. Yet, this boy's face showed no emotion at all.

"Are you going to stand there all day like an idiot or are you going to do something?" The boy snapped.

Freddy sneered.

"You're brave facade doesn't impress anyone here. This is my world. You're nightmare."

The boy looked on, unimpressed.

"So?"

Freddy hissed, and snakes appeared at Jason's feet, coiling around his ankles, a black tar-like substence oozed along with the serpents.

"Is that it?"

Sean watched from behind, unbelieving. Jason was questioning this nightmarish being. He reached up and grabbed onto the boiler for support, only for it to scorch his palm. He yelped as the red-hot pain surger through his hand. He sat up straight, to find his bed covers falling off of him. Switching on the night-stand lamp, he gazed around his room, his rapid heart-beat slowing to it's normal pace. He was safe, in his bedroom. It had been a dream. He got out of bed and padded through to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and cupped his hands under the stream of cold water. His hand began to sting. With a gasp, he withdrew his hand and inspected it. An angry looking red mark had scored his palm, it was starting to blister. Sean thought back to the quickly fading details of his dream. He had burned his hand? On the boiler. He looked at his hand in disbelief.

It was a dream, wasn't it?

Okay, so. I don't know. This is the kind of thing I produce at 6.30 in the morning. So yeah. R&R?(: