The hallways were barren, the heat emitting from the boiler washed over him in waves, torrents of steam issuing from the scorching hot pipes condensed on his face, mixing with the small beads of sweat that were popping on his forehead, sticking his hair to his head and face. His shirt was saturated with persperation, making the fabric cling to his body, outlining the shape of his body more prominently. Exhaling heavily, he wiped his forehead, stopping the sweat from trickling into his eyes. Treading heavily along the grated catwalk, he gazed around in frustration, trying to find a way to get down, heights made him feel woozy. Glimpsing over the edge of the railing, he took a shaky step backwards, holding the top bar of the adjacent railing in a death grip. The steam from the pipes below created a mist, distorting the vision of the ground, he was pretty high up. A wave of nausea swept over him as he regained his composure, shuffling along the catwalk, his knuckles white from griping the railing so hard. He stumbled as his foot stubbed against the bottom poles of the railing, making the catwalk shudder. He let out a sharp yelp, crouching slightly. One he was more sure of himself, he began moving forward once more, weary of the bolts groaning dangerously under his weight. He paused again, scrutinizing the grating under his feet, he placed one foot forward, testing to see if it was safe, before placing his full weight on the one leg. Happy with the result, he began to move again. The catwalk shook violently, bolts in the main support beam popped out and fell into the mist below, the beam snapped away from the grating, causing it to tilt. He gripped railings with both hands, holding on with as much vigor and strenght as he could muster. He swore the metal was getting warmer, although that may have been his body heat. His heartbeat had increased considerably, his eyes darting around, trying to figure a safe way out of his situation. A searing pain shot through his hands as the metal railings became red hot, blistering the padded skin of his palms. He yelped and grunted, yet continued to hold on, his eyes firmly shut. Suddenly, the railing began to bend and warp under his grip, melting into a boiling hot liquid that seeped over his hands, sending him downwards. His heart jumped to his throat, his breath catching, he couldn't even scream. The hot air whistled in his ears as he fell, he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the impact that was bound to happen. He was sure he'd be splattered across the concrete, leaving only bone, blood and gristle as evidence of his existance, the thought made his stomach churn. His eyes popped open as he finally hit something, although it was not the ground as he had expected. There was a giant splash as he plunged into the depths of a seeming pool. After a seconds hesitation, he kicked his legs, propelling himself up. He took several deep breaths once he had broken the surface, the water rippling around his body. Once his lungs had been reinflated, he began pumping his arms, swimming to the edge of the pool and hauling himself onto the edge.

"Christ." He sighed, pulling his knees to his chest. He sniffed as an attrocious smell invaded his nostrils. It smelled of rotted meat, burned flesh and death, with a hint of the subtle but unmistakeable metalic scent of blood. A hand entangled its fingers into his soaked hair, yanking his head backwards, exposing his throat. A man with a fedora shadowing most of his face gazed back down at him, a heinous grin playing across his mouth. The man raised his free hand, displaying the infamous hand-crafted glove. The man splayed the blades on his hands, chuckling darkly.

"Kane." He hissed, before chuckling again. " How nice of you to drop in."

Kane's breath hitched in his throat, how the hell did this stranger know his name.

Freddy thrust the boy forward, making him fall onto his face, bringing a boot into his side. Kane grunted and scrambled onto his feet, he turned to face Freddy, finding himself to be alone. He scanned his surroundings, he backed up against a wall, feeling his way along with his blistered hands. He turned once he was sure he was alone, spotting a door. He hesitated before opening it, steping through the frame, he closed the door and frowned in confusion. He was in his classroom. He was now sure he was dreaming. The teacher stood at the front of the room, giving a history lecture. Kane slinked through the rows of desks and slumped into his seat. A cough to his left, made him turn his head. Jacob Johnson was sitting, taking notes in his pad, wearing a red and green sweater. The bell clanged through the classroom, as the students filed out of the room, followed by the teacher. Kane was left alone, except for Jacob, who was busy tidying away his things. Kane smirked and knocked Jacobs belongings out his grasp.

"Hey candycane, shouldn't you be hanging on a tree?" Kane sneered.

Jacob glared at the boy. "You know something, Kane, you're nothing but a bully." Jacob grabbed Kane's throat applying pressure to his windpipe. "I've always hated bullys. And now look." Kanes eyes widened as Jacob raised his hand, displaying the bladed glove that the burned guy had. " The bully, has become the bullied." Jacob threw Kane into the wall, watching him slide down. Kane grunted and rubbed the back of his head. Looking up, he crawled backwards as Jacob advanced on him once more, his unblemished skin morphing into rough, hideously scarred skin before his eyes. He stood before Kane, who had began shaking his head, blades poised.

"Th-this can't..be real." Kane stammered.

"Every bully has his day." Freddy cackled, bringing his blades down with a swoosh. Blood sprayed up in a mist as the blades sliced through Kanes skin and muscle tissue. Freddy felt some resistance as his knives hit a bone, pulling upwards with more vigor, the felt the bones snap, relishing as the blood poured from the boys wound. With a slight cough, Kane's mouth fell open, blood gurgled as it sloshed out of his mouth. Freddy removed his blades with a squelch, wiping them clean on Kane's trousers. He smiled triumphently, feeling the rush as the deceased boys soul was sucked into his chest. His power was growing, he felt more powerful, stronger. Feeling another presence enter the dream world, he took off. Another night, another soul.

Jason flung the newspaper away with a growl of frustration.

"Nothing." He barked. "We can find abso-fucking-lutely nothing on this son of a bitch or this Maggie cunt either."

Hannah rubbed her eyes and also placed down her paper, Sean following the suit. After Hannah had arrived and told them about her recent confrontation with Krueger, the group had decided it was be prudent to start research as soon as possible, however this was proving more than a challenge.

"We have to keep trying." Sean said, picking up another paper and browsing through its pages. Jason scowled, taking a gulp of coffee. "Don't suppose I could use your shower, Chey? This dried blood is driving me up the wall." Chey nodded and muttered directions to the bathroom, without taking her eyes off of her laptop screen. Jason heaved himself off of the sofa he was sitting on and stalked through to the room, Sean and Hannah to absorbed in their research to notice Jason had left. Jason turned on the shower and adjusted the tempreature, before stripping and stepping into the water. He gritted his teeth in pain as the water hit his stitches. He'd forgotten to cover them. "Bit late now." He muttered, washing the dried crusted blood off of his body. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, just as the door opened.

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry." Sean gulped, closing the door back over, trying to fight the blush that was creeping over his cheeks. "It wasn't locked, I didn't think anyone was in here."

"It, uh, it's fine." Jason replied, pulling on his jeans after drying off. " There's no lock, I couldn't lock it." He picked up his top and hoodie, before opening the door.

"I was just going to try and wake myself up.." Sean trailed off. Jason nodded, before stepping aside, allowing Sean to enter the bathroom. Sean closed the door behind him, leaning against the door. His face felt hot and flushed with embarrasment. He was glad he'd had the sense to lower his gaze to the floor and not stare at the half naked teenager, or god knows what would have happened. He didn't want another punch from Jason, his jaw still ached a bit from the last one. Giving his head a shake to clear his mind, he moved from the door over to the sink where he turned on the cold water, cupping his hands underneath it. He gave his reflection a glimpse, noting his face was red as a beetroot. With a small grumble, he splashed the water that had gathered in his hands over his face. He shivered as the freezing cold liquid dripped down his face, trying to keep his thoughts on the task at hand. He had no time for any daydreaming, they had a lot of stuff to get through and not a long time period to have it completed. He found himself wishing he was researching for a project, instead of a life or death situation. The pressure wouldn't be as intense and he'd also be able to hand it in late. The deadline he had this time, could prove fatal if he didn't meet it. He sighed and turned off the faucet, exiting the bathroom, half hoping Jason had waited outside the door for him. He hadn't. Closing the door over, he treaded back into the livingroom and took up his place on the sofa once more, returning to the page of his paper. The silence was deafing as the small group each sat, a look of pure concentration on each ones face. The girls jumped as the shrill ringing of the phone interrupted the quiet. Chey placed her laptop to the side and got up to answer the phone, speaking in a hushed tone so as not to disturb the other three. She replaced the reciever, her face taut with fear and distress. Jason and Sean looked up at the click.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked, looking at his friends fear stricken face.

"Kane..he's dead. He was found..in his room. Cut open." She swayed as the colour drained from her face, leaving her a sickly grey. Jason sprang forward and caught her as she collapsed, helping her to the sofa, before she hit the ground. Sean kneeled at the side of the sofa. "How do you know, Chey?"

"Kelly Garcia. She lives across the street from Kane, her dads on the police squad. Sh-he saw him being taken away, in the body bag. His mother's pretty much catatonic." She broke into tears, sobs wracking her body. Sean tried his best to comfort the distraught girl. Jason turned to Hannah, who had sat in silence through the whole thing. "Y'alright?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I guess I am." She replied, getting up. "Think it was Krueger?"

"He was found in bed, right?" Sean asked. Chey nodded weakly, wiping away her tears.

"No doubt there, then. The poor cunt obviously didn't wake up in time." Jason sat back down, covering his face with his hands.

"We should keep looking." Sean said, picking up the paper once more. The other three nodded in agreement and followed suit.

"This is going to be a long night." Hannah remarked. There was a mutter of agreement from the others, before silence enfolded the group once more.