A/N: Dude, seriously this is like my fourth chapter I've posted tonight, music really does inspire! I'm not sure if I should bump the rating on this up to an M? ...I don't know.

He could feel her presence in his realm. Her essence was unmistakable. Even after all these years, he could tell her from any regular person straight away. It was a bond that even death could never break. He grinned and scraped his razors against a pipe, the screech richoceing around the room, making an effective way of letting her know his presence. He could see her picking her way carefully through the maze of pipes and corridors, checking her surroundings every few seconds, her demenour tense, her eyes alert, ears picking up on every sound. She knew he was here, he could tell from her stance. A burst of steam errupted from the near by pipe, clouding her face from his view for a few seconds. He walked stealthily along the pipes that were separating them, never taking his eyes off her for a second. His blades tapped against the pipe, making her freeze. She reminded him of a squirrell caught hiding it's acorn. Her eyes narrowed. She muttered something inaudable. He moved once again, blocking her only exit, not that she knew that just yet.

Maggie brushed a stray hair away from her face and continued forward, cursing herself for falling asleep. This was the infamous boiler room, although she'd been in it briefly, she'd never ventured into it, and now she had, she wished she hadn't. It was worse than a maze. She paused once more as a alien sound caught her attention. It sounded like a foot tapping. She looked up and found him standing in a similar position to when she'd very first clapped eyes on him. He gave her a grin, his eyes scrutinizing her.

"Welcome home, princess."

Maggie sneered at his comment, crossing her arms in a defying gesture, straightening her posture a little.

He held out his arms in mock innocence. "Doesn't Daddy get a hug?"

She glowered at him. "So, you're back, are you?"

He began to circle her, chuckling. "I always come back. "

Maggie's knees were quivering like crazy, yet she refused to show her growing fear. The glove glinted in the dim light, almost mocking her, beckoning her.

"I'll put a stop to that." She said, hoping her false bravado was more convincing that it sounded to her. He moved suddenly, his unarmed hand grabbing her chin and turning her face towards him. "Like you did last time? You don't get it yet, do you Katherine?" She winced at the name. "I am eternal. The dream people have garunteed me that. You can't get rid of me, I just keep on tickin'." She pulled free of his grip, glaring at him.

"Fuck you!"

Freddy growled, springing forward and wrapping his glove around her throat, digging the tips of the blades in just enough to draw blood.

With a slight hiss of pain, Maggie gritted her teeth and kicked out, losing his grip on her throat. She pulled free and ducked out of his reach, ignoring the slight trickle of blood working its way down to her shoulder. "We'll send you back to hell, one way or another."

"We'll see, Katherine. We'll see." Freddy glared as she began fading from the dream scape. The bitch was waking up, before he could have any real fun. He stared at the spot she disappeared from, before laughing. "What? No kiss goodbye?"

Tracy slapped Maggie's face a little harder than she intended.

"Maggie, wake up! We've found it!"

"OW!" Maggie snapped, her eyes popping open.

"Whoops. Sor-..Maggie! You're bleeding!"

Maggie brought her hand to her neck, wincing at the slight pain. She ran to the bathroom and with the help of her mirror, cleaned the wound, leaving 4 small dots in its wake. She stared at her reflection for a minute, before slamming her fist against the wall, cursing her father over and over. After regaining her composure, she exited the bathroom, almost bumping into Tracy.

"You said you found it. What is it exactly?"

"A way to separate Freddy from the dream demons!" Tracy said, pulling her through to the room where Doc was studying a page of a book with extreme concentration.

"Really?" Maggie asked skeptically. Doc looked up at the two womens arrival and nodded, showing her the page of a book. A slow grin crept upon Maggie's face as she read.

Sean paced the floor of Hannah's room for what seemed the billionth time. Hannah was sure he would soon wear her floor out, although she said nothing.

"One of us should go in." He finally spoke up. "See if we can make contact with Jason. He's obviously managed to evade Krueger so far. We need to see if he's okay."

Chey raised her eye brow and exchanged a glance with Hannah.

"I'll go." Sean continued, still pacing. "You two can watch. Keep a guard, in a manner. It could work. It should work."

"Sean, are you sure this is a good idea?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah, look what happened last time we tried that." Chey added, pointing to her still bandaged wrist.

"We have to try." Sean snapped. Hannah and Chey looked at the boy, taken aback. They'd never heard Sean snap in such a manner. Clearly, this was bothering him beyond belief. Chey sighed and nodded. "Okay, Sean. We'll keep watch."

Sean nodded in a determind manner and lay on Hannah's bed, closing his eyes and trying to relax. Jason had gotten into his dream that night. Maybe he could do the same. He focused his mind on the place he was trying to get to and let sleep overcome him. He opened his eyes, to find himself lying in Jason's room. He looked around, an eyebrow raised. He crawled to his feet, looking for any sign of the Scottish boy, sighing, Sean gripped the door handle and pulled it up, coming face to face with Jason.

"Sean? What are you doing here?" Jason asked, a look of confusion crossing his face.

"I had to check. To see if you were okay." Sean replied, sighing in relief.

"Well, as you can see, I'm fine."

Sean stepped aside and allowed Jason to enter the room. He closed the door behind him.

"Yeah, but I thought, with you being unable to wake up and with Freddy-" Sean trailed off and sat on the bed. Jason looked at him before laughing.

"You thought you'd come in and save me, ae? My hero." Sean scowled at the sarcasm, screwing his face up a little. "Nah, but really, I'm eh...Touched you came, I guess? I don't know, I'm crap with words-" Sean felt a shift in the weight on the bed, signalling Jason was sitting next to him.

"Yeah, Jase, I kind of gathered that." Sean let out a gasp of surprise as Jason pushed him back on the bed, before straddling him and leaning forward.

"So I'll just show you." Sean's stomach did a backflip as their lips met for the second time, at least this time, he wasn't the instigator, so he couldn't get punched. He replied to the kiss and shuddered slightly as he felt Jason's hand slide up his shirt. He placed his hands on the boys back. Something felt wrong though. Sean opened his eyes and his eyes widened in horror. It wasn't Jason ontop of him, but Freddy. The scene had changed from a bedroom, to the boiler room. With a cry of digust, Sean pushed Freddy off and scrambled to his feet, wretching. Freddy laughed his manical laugh and grabbed Sean by the hair, turning the boy to face his glove. "What's wrong lover boy? You're a proper little Romeo. And we all know what happens to him." Sean grabbed Freddys glove to try and prevent it embedding itself into his skull. Bracing himself, he yanked himself free, leaving Freddy with a few stray hairs and himself with a sore head, he struggled to his feet and began to sprint, not really knowing where he was going, just as long as he wasn't near Krueger. He banged into a person, sending them both sprawling to the ground. Sean held his head, groaning, as the other person got up and offered him a hand. He took it, and pulled himself up, before backing up swiftly. "Keep away from me!"

Jason gave a confused look. "What? Sean, why the fuck are you asleep!"

"I mean it, Krueger." Sean snarled.

Jasons confused look, turned to one of fury. "Did you just call me Krueger? Do I look like a melted candy cane, you twat."

Sean tilted his head, scruntinzing the boy infront of him, unsure on whether to trust him or not. A screech brought the two boys to attention.
"Run!" Jason cried, sprinting down the hallway, Sean in his wake. When he thought his lungs would burst from lack of breath, Jason finally stopped as the came to a dead end.

"Sean, you have to wake up. Now!" Jason grabbed his shoulders, giving him a slight shake. "Wake up. And tell Chey and Hannah. He has a daughter. We brought her back. Sean, we've brung him his daughter. It's gotta be Maggie or that other lass." Before Sean could process the information he'd just recieved, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

He sat bolt upright, once again in Hannah's room.

"He has a what?"

Chey and Hannah both jumped at the sudden noise that had interrupted the silence. Sean swung his legs off of the bed, stood up, grabbing his jacket.

"Sean." Hannah asked. "Where are you going?"

"To Maggie's motel."

"Why?" Chey raised her eyebrow once more.

Sean turned to face his two friends. "Freddy has a daughter. And, we've brought that daughter back to him. So, this means either Maggie or Tracy is his offspring. And I intend to find out who it is and what they're planning."

The girls eyes widened. "We're coming with you." Chey said, following the suit of grabbing her jacket. Sean shrugged and made his way out of the house, Hannah and Chey close behind.

Doc opened up the door, to a distressed looking Sean and two girls. He raised his eyebrows in surprised. "Sean, Maggie was just about to call you."

"Can we come in?" Sean asked coolly. Doc moved aside to let the trio into the motel room. "This is Hannah and Chey. They're my two friends that's being terrorised by Freddy also."

"Speaking of Freddy." Tracy started, "We've found something out about him -"

"Funnily enough." Sean interrupted. "So have I. He has a daughter."

Doc and Maggie exchanged nervous glances.

"And apparently she's in this room." Sean continued. "So. " He faced the two women. "Who is it?"

Maggie hesitated. "I am. But before you say anything, Sean, I am not working with him or for him. I want to stop him just as much as you do. And I never told you, because I knew I'd get this exact reaction." She explained before he could even ask. Sean closed his mouth, stuck for words. As much as he wanted to vent his frustrations and tiredness, the rational side of him seen sense in what Maggie was saying. He gave a curt nod.

"You said you found something out." Chey piped up. "May I asked what it is?"

Doc stepped forward, eager to change the subject and rid the tense atmosphere. "We think we've found a way to stop Krueger. We have to draw the demons out, and then -"

"Well kill them!" Tracy cut in, punching a fist into her palm.

Sean furrowed his eyebrows. "Can you kill a demon?"

"Well, it has been reported that it's been done, although it seems a little unorthodox." Doc shurgged.

"A little unorthodox? This whole situation is unorthodox." Hannah stated.

"True, but, well some have said that fire kills the demons, but then there's a herb that supposedly works. Every other report has just banished them back to hell, though." Doc shurgged once more.

"It's worth a shot." Sean mused over the information he'd been given, before nodding. "Let's give it a shot."

The group had broken up, after divising a plan, deciding on who would be most appropriate for which part.

Chey now lay on her bed, chewing over what she had been told, and what had been decided. Everything was so confusing right now and completely surreal. It seemed like something that you'd find in a horror movie, not in real life. She couldn't even dismiss it as rumour, or delusion anymore, as she was caught up in the middle of it. Her eyes snapped open as she realised they had closed.

"Shit." She breathed, sitting up. She breathed a sigh of relief as she found herself still in her room. Her mother knocked on her door, before entering, bringing Chey her dinner on a tray, before departing once more. Chey studied the meat, potatoes and vegetables on her plate, before devouring them, she hadn't been aware of how hungry she was until now. Once her plate was clear, she took it downstairs to be washed and headed back up the stiars, passing a mirror on her way. She glanced at her reflection and immediatley her face fell. She looked a lot wider, fatter. She looked a mess. She shook her head, marching past the mirror. She had been through more than enough therapy to go back down this route. She wasn't willing to go back down it.

She flopped down onto her bed, and gasped in horror. Her stomach seemed to bulge over the waist line of her trousers. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to banish thoughts from her brain.

"Just once." She finally whispered to herself. " Just once won't hurt." She made her way to the bathroom, and knelt infront of the toilet bowl, picking up a toothbrush, unnoticing of it's red and green stripped pattern. She closed her eyes, before forcing the handle down her throat, hitting her gag reflexes. Tears streamed down her face as the contents of her stomach emptied into the toilet, the toothbrush seemed to have gained a mind of its own, plunging into her throat again and again, until her stomach was completely empty and all she was bringing up was bile. She coughed and clutched rim of the bowl with her free hand, the taste of bile in her mouth was strong. Once more, the toothbrush plunged into her throat, making her gag. Suddenly, it small handle expanded. She choked, opening her eyes, which widened in horror. Freddy now kneeled in front of her, his arm elbow deep in her mouth. She tried to pull it out, digging her nails into his skin, but with no avail.

"Don't you know vomiting is bad for your insides?" Freddy cackled, reaching deeper into the girls stomach, ripping the soft tissue, spilling the acid. Chey tried to scream in agony, unsure on how she was still alive at this point, her hands clutching at her stomach as it exploded with agony. His claw enclosed around something, and he pulled, freeing his arm, along with her intestines. "You see! You're rotting from the inside, out!" Freddy cackled as the girl keeled over to the side, the acid from her innards burning away the flesh it hit. He dropped the girls internal organs at her feet and made quick work of slashing her remains to ribbons.

Sean sat up in his bedroom, trying to mentally prepare himself for the task at hand that he was going to face, when his mother called him down the stair. She had a solemn jaded look on her face.

"What's wrong, mam?" Sean asked, dreading the answer.

"Sean, honey. It's Chey. She's passed away. Her innards were...Well..They think she was bullimic. And a self harmer."

Sean tried to back up the stairs, his foot missing a step. He fell down onto his backside, shaking his head. Mrs. Disanco moved in to try and comfort her son, who replied by pushing her away and scrambling up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him. After a while of sobbing and trashing his room, Sean picked up his phone and dialed Maggie's number.

"He's killed Chey, we kill him. Tonight."

A/N: So, I'm nearing the end of this story, but I may have a sequel planned, I'm not sure if I want to go ahead with it yet, though.