CHAPTER 5

"Why are we running?" Will asked as Loomis sped the car down empty streets.

"We need to get to the police" Loomis answred warningly.

"Police? You really think they'll believe about some burnt freak with claws wearing a hat?"

"Me and the chief have had some good fights together against Michael, some of them even supernatural; much like Krueger"

Lori reached over into the front and turned on the radio, tuning through the channels.

"what are you doin?" Will asked.

"I want to hear the news, see if anyone has been killed yet"

"It's only been five minutes, I don't think…"
"Trust me. You thought Michael was quick, but Freddy is quicker".

17 year old Matthew always enjoyed this place. A place where anything can happen. A place where he controlled everything.

There was a long sandy beach stretching for miles. Oceans waves crashed along the shore. Young, beautiful girls walked by him, giving him smiles, even winking at him.

Too bad, he thought, I'm taken.

That you are

Matthew winced. That voice didn't sound too friendly.

And I'm not friendly…at all.

Matthew gasped as all the pretty girls suddenly caught fire. they rolled and screamed on the sand trying to put it out, but they burned, literally, to ash.

"What the fuck?" Matthew gasped.

He stumbled around. Fog slowly started to cover the beach, blocking his view of the blue sky and yellow sun.

"This isn't right"

He felt something behind him. he spun around to find a large, rusted tanker ship washed up on the beach, a hole large enough for him to walk through on it's side.

Curious, Matthew walked in.

Heh heh. And I thought only Springwood was full of curious, stupid teenagers.

Loomis, Lori and Will were on Haddonfield's main road. There were a few cars on the road, and midnight lovers on the streets.

Loomis was muttering to himself.

"Whats up?" Will asked.

"I'm just thinking" Loomis said, biting his lips. "These killers all seem to have different advantages and disadvantages. Michael is strong, cunning and stealthy. He can inflict pain, but he can still be killed. Krueger is near immortal, and has supernatural powers, but he can only kill in peoples dreams. And Jason…"

"Jason is dead" Will argued.

Loomis nodded.

"Maybe…but I don't think so. Jason is mindless, clueless even. But, he seems to be the one that can take anything thrown at him"

"But we saw him die"

"I've heard of the brutal stories from Crystal Lake before…and trust me, Jason can take more than a stab to the head"

Matthew was lost. Lost in a place that didn't seem right.

He was in some kind of deserted factory. Steam hissed from steampipes that ran all over the place, every bit of metal was rusted; there was an unnatural red light…and somehow, more than one person.

Matthew started to sweat.

"This isn't like my other dreams" He whispered.

"Because this isn't your dream anymore" someone said.

Matthew turned to see somehow walking down a flight of stairs, scraping knives, no, claws on the railing; sparks flying up.

Matthew stepped back as he saw the face of a hideously burnt man.

"Allow me to introduce myself" the man said.

Matthew almost puked. The man was cutting into his chest with his claws, writing a name: FREDDY

"My name is Freddy Krueger…and I'm the new Halloween killer" Freddy cackled.

Matthew ran. Ran from the burnt man named Freddy.

He turned corner after corner. Ran up stairs after stairs, down halls after halls.

There was no way out of this place.

This nightmare.

He found himself at a dead end. He spun round to walk back, but stopped.

Freddy was standing in front of him, smiling, fiddling with his claw.

"What do you want?" Matthew squeaked.

"I want you" Freddy started, raising his claw at Matthew. Matthew could see now, it wasn't a claw at all; it was a glove with razor sharp blades. He whimpered.

"Oh shut up and listen you little whining shit" Freddy snarled, grabbing Matthew by the throat and pinning him to the wall. He pulled reading glasses out of his pocket and put them on, then took out what looked like a pen with a scalpel for a tip.

"Oh my God" Matthew gasped.

"No, but I'm pretty close to the devil" Freddy said. "Now, we need to lose the shirt. There we go. Let's see, not sure I can write left handed but I'll give it a try. 'Dear Haddenfield."

Matthew screamed as Freddy cut the words into his chest, blood ran down his stomach.

"Eh, messy writing. 'I shall be taking over Michael Myers position this year for Halloween, slaughtering all the sleeping children. Your's sincerely, Freddy Krueger"

Freddy let go of Matthew. He dropped to the ground, clutching his chest.

"A Perfect message" Freddy said, putting away his glasses and pen. "Oh, I forgot one more thing…my signature"

"Your wha…" Matthew started, but he was cut across the face by Freddy's claw-like glove.