Krueger paced the halls of his hellish domain, running through the recent events in his mind.
The previous night had been an eventful and rather successful night, on his part.
He'd finally laid his claws into Alice Johnson and he'd savoured every moment of it.
The so-called dream master had not changed much, with the exception of a few age lines, she looked exactly the same as she had the last time he had encountered her. How-ever, this time round, he'd emerged victorious, he had made sure she suffered before she perished, he relished in her blood, enjoying every second of the fading light of life in her eyes. Her breathes shallow and haggered, as they slowed to a halt.
She'd caused him grievence twice before, he'd finally exzerted his revenge on her and her brat. Jacob. He'd almost escaped deaths clutches, he couldn't allow that. Fortunley, or unfortunely, depending on who's perspective you were viewing, the foolish doctors had sedated Jacob, with the intention of healing him, unbeknowst to them, that they had handed Jacob to Freddy on a platter, with no means of escape for Jacob, Freddy knew he could have fun with this little piglet.
And how he'd made that piggie squeal.
The grin of malice slowly slipped from his face.
Those two foreign boys, however, those two could be trouble.
They had power, he'd sensed it the moment they had entered the nightmare realm.
He'd have to finish those two quickly before they caused him greif
. He couldn't afford more set-backs, what with Nancy, Jesse and Lisa, the dream warriors, Alice and Katherine, he'd already lost out on a lot of souls that could have been claimed. However, he could always catch up.
He dragged his claws along the pipe, making a screeching sound, still pondering.
The Scottish one.
He hadn't showed any fear of Freddy, this stirred some worry with-in him.
If he wasn't afraid, how would he be able to get use of him?
He'd have to survey this adolescent more, he made it his duty to find the darkest fear of each and every one of his victims, this boy would be no different.
Everyone feared something, he just had to dig around with this one, that was all.
The sound of footsteps resounded around the halls.
Someone had entered his realm.
Chey shifted into a more uncomfortable position with the intention of staying awake.
She'd totally forgotten she had a test today and had stayed up all night cramming a weeks worth of revision into her head, the only set-back was, now she was to tired to actually give her answers. Hand on her palm, she re-read the paper for what felt like the millionth time.
There was something different this time though.
The paper was..bleeding?
She blinked twice, trying to clear her mind and looked back at the paper.
Normal.
Sighing, Chey rubbed her eyes and looked around, finding the classroom deserted.
A puzzled frown creased her forehead and she searched for her classmates and teacher. She crossed the room to the door, when the floor seemed to open up below her and swallow her.
She fell into the seemingly never ending darkness, the air whistling around her. There was a someone singing what sounded like an old jump-rope song she'd sang when she was younger. The ground finally came into view, revealing also a man with a stripped sweater. She gasped and began to panic, a ringing filled the air..
Chey jolted up-right with a scream. She looked around at the puzzle and growing concerned faces of her classmates.
"Are you alright, Cheyenne?" Her teacher asked.
Chey nodded, not trusting herself to speak and glanced at her paper.
Normal paper, normal classroom.
Must have been a nightmare.
She gathered her stuff together as it dawned upon her that the man she had seen looked exactly like the one Sean had described to her.
She growled and cursed him.
"Asshole, he gave me nightmares."