Katherine woke up at the usual time, forcing herself to get up and start another day at work. She wanted answers, but when she stood up, something was off. Something didn't seem right. Narrowing her brown eyes with suspicion, she slowly got up from bed and began to cautiously snoop around the apartment as if something was going to jump out at her. When she went to the bedroom and turned on the lights, there was another message written in blood:

He took my child, now I'm going to take his.

The young woman lurched back with horror. "No," she whispered in terror. She then ran out of the bathroom and to her room, trying to stay calm. This was a dream. This had to be a dream. She placed her fingers on her temples as she began to pace, trying to think steady. "Stay calm," she told herself. "Stay calm. You will get through this. You will get through-"

There was the sound of a mocking knock on her bedroom door that was wide open and her back was to it.

Her heart began to slam against her chest as she was paralyzed in fear with her blood running cold, listening intently.

When she heard nothing else, she slowly turned around as she lowering her hands, and sure enough, there was a man dressed in dark clothes and a black jacket with blazing, maddened blue eyes with brown hair in his eyes. His hands were cut and bloody.

"I finally found you," he growled. "The daughter of the fucker that killed my son!" He shouted with hate.

Katherine tried to stay calm. "Who are you and how did you find me?"

A crazy smile grew on his face. "I've only known about you for the past six months. Rumors were spread that Krueger had a kid. He murdered my son two years ago. Now I hear that he's dead and you," he chuckled maddeningly. "You, the daughter of the killer, must die. I spent the last two years trying to go into dreams to find him, but now I found you. I perfect bargain. An eye for an eye and all that." He slowly stepped forward as he pulled back his jacket, revealing a knife at his hip in a scabbard.

She slowly shook her head, trying to step away from the madman, hitting the wall. "Listen. This is irrational. You can't just-"

He then grinned maddeningly as he tilted his head to the side. "Did I mention that you are still asleep?"

The woman's eyes snapped open. "Huh?"

"Just like how he killed my son: In his sleep." The madman's face grew dark and twisted as he pulled out the large knife and ran towards her.

Katherine was about to dodge, until a hand grabbed her by the collar of the shirt, and forcefully yanked her through the wall. Her eyes were wide when she realized how bad that could've been, but quickly realized that she was safe and out of harm's way. For now at least.

"If you tell anyone that I just saved your pathetic life," a deep voice growled, making her eyes snap open, "I will make you regret it."

The woman looked over her shoulder to an self-annoyed Freddy Krueger.

She was about to open her mouth to speak.

He raised his gloved hand, glaring at her. "Don't. Say. Anything. The last thing I need to hear is you asking me questions on why I did that." He turned around and began to walk away with her closely following. "First off: You were right. Someone was following you. Second: Don't get used to this saving thing. It's the last time that it will happen. Third: You're still a backstabbing brat."

The woman narrowed her eyes as if bored. "Thanks, I guess."

He then stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned his head over his shoulder and glared at her. "Don't even say that word." Then began to carry on walking.

She groaned in annoyance as she continued to follow. "Fine, but you didn't have to save me. I could've taken care of my-"

"This was only one time," he snapped, not looking at her.

"But why did you even do it?"

Her father pretended to think about it. "Maybe I was just feeling crazy and thought, 'Hm. Maybe I should save her from being murdered or just let her get stabbed'." He then made his hands like a scale and rise a hand after every 'or'. "Save daughter or let daughter get killed. Save backstabbing brat," his voice began to raise in irritation, "or let backstabbing brat killed. Save traitorous little liar or-"

"Okay! I get it!" she shouted, making him stop and roll his eyes with annoyance. "Thank you for saving my life," she snapped, just wanting to irritate him and thank him, but not feeling very grateful at the moment. He still obviously held a grudge that she told the cops on him about the murders when she was younger.

They walked in silence.

After a a few second, Katherine then looked meekly at him. "He's in the dream world."

"I know," Freddy replied darkly. "That's how I save you. He managed to get into the dream world."

"He wants revenge. I guess you killed his son and-"

"Now he wants to kill the murderer's daughter," he finished.

The young woman nodded as she looked back ahead of her as they were not walking out of the boiler room to the main plant. If he was anything like her father, he would stop at nothing to get what he wants and by the looks of it, the man lost his mind a long time ago. There was no breaking him out of it. She then looked at him with wonder. "Why are you still even here? I mean, I destroyed you. I blew you up with a pipe bomb."

"Yes, and you did a marvelous job," he stated, beginning to walk a faster.

She stayed by his side. "I blew you up with a pipe bomb. You were nothing, but tiny bits of meat," she added, not wanting this conversation to go in circles. There had to be a sensible explanation.

He suddenly stopped walking and turned to face her. "The afterlife is crazy thing. Not only that, after what you did, I've began to fade from the kids' minds," he slowly began to approach her, making her step back, "so in other words, I can't attack them anymore." He then growled as there was a strange glint in his eye. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be stuck in this place. First you lied to me and tell the cops about your bitch of a mother. Then you tried to destroy me and erased me from the minds of people."

"Freddy?" She tried to snap him out of it as her back was now touching a wall.

Dark anger grew on his face as the fingers in his glove slowly began to grasp as if they were getting ready to attack. "I should've killed you when I had the chance."

"And that would've been when?" She challenged, fighting down the fear as she locked eyes with him. "After you killed my mother or before I killed you?"

He then looked taken aback that she asked that. His eyes were frozen, as if trying to think of something quick to say.

Then the sound of three slow footsteps was heard, making them both raise their head to the level above them.

"You heard that too?" Katherine whispered, trying to find anyone through the grated flooring, but could see no one.

"Someone's here," Freddy muttered, then began to walk to the nearest staircase to the level.

She watched him walk away and felt him smiling darkly.

"You stay here and if anything happens… Scream." He then disappeared as his chuckled faded.

The young woman crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, not amused at his choice of words. "Funny. Very funny."

Quickly an eerie silence came over her, causing her to drop her arms to the side and looked around the area as no one was heard, but the sounds of steam and metal moaning in the plant.

"Freddy?" She called.

Silence.

"Krueger?" She called, a little louder.

Nothing.

Katherine took a deep breath, but felt like she was being watched.