Hey guys, I decided to update today, because I have some free time, but next time I might not update till I'm totally free or have less homework.

Anyways, I'm so glad I have 3 reviews, 2 favorites, 1 follower, and 57 views. So, whatever you'll doing keep doing it and I will eventually update when I can.

If you see any problems tell me and I'll fix it. Sorry if I didn't do Freddy good enough, but I tried my best.

I also have decided to take FreddyFan's advice in making Freddy have not romantic feelings between him and the OC and Him.

I hope you like it!

Chapter 2

Kruger's first victim

After history class, I was so looking forward to going home.

I couldn't stand it here.

Trying to be nice to people and them not liking you, shouldn't how your first day start out. Along with meeting a strange killer, I never heard of. I thought when you have scary dreams, they are just dreams, and they can't hurt you. But, when it came to meeting Freddy for the first time, I was wrong.

Dead wrong.

Most people would think that that's the cherry on top to a horrible day, but there is one more thing that would be considered the cherry.

Candice.

Yes, Candice. The rudest orange hair girl, I ever met.

When I entered in history class today, she smirked and whispered something to her friends that made them laugh, laugh their heads off. I didn't really know what it was, because her whisper voice was hard for me to hear, from such range. I would have said something, but I thought it would only cause trouble, let alone be bothersome.

So, I just let it be.

But, not Nancy.

She just dives right in, not caring what people had to say, even if it was about me.

"Whatever you have to say, say it to me." She glared at her.

If I could only imagine fire flaming in her eyes right now, it would bring out more of her boldness.

Candice looks at her and smiles. "Why? It has nothing to do with you, or is the Hippie-Freak just too scared to stand up to me?" She looked over at me, with her wicked grin.

I just look out the window not caring.

Why does Nancy care so much about me? Do I actually mean something to her?

Whatever… I don't need her help and I can stand up for myself, when I feel like it. Thank you very much.

The bell soon rings and I start packing my things quick, wanting to be the first one out the door.

As soon as I'm done, I sling my backpack over my shoulder and run out the door.

I would have made it, if someone didn't bump into me, making me fall to the ground for the second time. "Ow." I rub my bottom.

"We need to stop meeting like this." I look up and see the same boy, I bumped into last time.

Every time I stared into his green eyes, my heart would skip a beat.

He held out his hand again to help me up, but this time I bluntly denied his offer. I got up from the ground, gladly with my backpack still over my shoulder, dusting my clothes off with my free hand.

He still had that cute smile, I almost melt from last time, but this time I tried to hold back.

I was going to speak, but Nancy spoke first. "Did you…" She looked at him and noticed me staring at him.

He looked at her, still with that cute smile that wouldn't go away, and nodded. "Right on time, actually."

I sighed and set my backpack down. I knew I was going to be here for awhile.

"What do you guys want? Why do you keep bothering me, every chance you get?" They stared at me for awhile and looked at each other and back at me.

Are these guys stupid or what?

"Well?" I didn't like waiting and I hated the silence that surrounded us.

The silence so unbearable, you want to break it.

Nancy cleared her throat. "Well, one thing is for sure, people don't usually wear scarves in warm temperatures."

Now she going all smart-aleck with me?

"Yeah? So? What's your point?" I didn't know where they were going with this, but do I really care?

No.

Nancy sighs. "Quentin and I believe something bad has happen." I was confused. "To you."

Why do they care about me so much?

"I'm not listening to this." I start to walk off, but someone grabs my wrist and it isn't Nancy.

I feel my heart skip another beat.

Stupid emotions.

Just because his hand feel's soft to the touch, doesn't mean I'm going to kiss him.

"Wait." His voice sounds sincere.

My legs don't move like I want them to, damn him.

I sigh and turn to look at him. "What?"

He draws his hand back to his pocket. "All we want to know is… did he get you?"

Are they talking about Freddy?

"He did, didn't he?" I noticed he looked worried about me.

I didn't know what to say.

He then stepped close to me, drawing his hands out of his pockets, touching my scarf.

"Hey-"I was about to stop him, but his hand grabbed mine.

"Trust me, I won't hurt you. I promise." Just his hand touching mine, made my heart soar, but I pretended it meant nothing to me.

"Fine." I mumble as I draw my hand back, letting him do his deal.

When he undid my scarf, they gasped. I soon felt his finger trace the scar, making me shiver.

I grabbed his hand. "Don't do that." I said firmly.

"Sorry." He then handed back my scarf and I wrapped it around my neck.

"Yeah, he basically did."

Quentin and Nancy sighed aggravated.

What's up their pants?

"Do you know him?" They both looked at me.

Quentin nodded.

"We tried to kill him in the past, but looks like he's not dead." Nancy looked away shaking her head. "I remember slicing his throat, with a broken paper cutter and burned the building down. How come that didn't work?" Nancy mumbled.

"What did you do?" I was shocked at what she said.

She looked at me. "I remember killing him by slicing his throat, with a broken paper cutter, and burned the building down. He would have been gone for good, but I don't know why he's back."

Quentin sighed. "Shit, that means we have to kill him again." He looks at Nancy.

She looks at him. "But first, we have to figure out what he's after." They both looked at me. "I know this might sound crazy, but are you willing to go to sleep tonight, and find out what he's after then report back to us? That way we can find a way to lure him in and kill him, once and for all."

She was crazy.

"No," I shook my head. "No way, no how."

Nancy sighs again. "But, you can see him. For some strange reason he hasn't bother us lately."

"I said no." Quentin then places his hands on my shoulders.

"Please, Chloe. For the sake of us?" I bit my lip.

I hate when he got to me. When he speaks to me, my heart races. When he touches me, my body sings. When he smiles, oh that smile, makes me want to kiss him all over.

"Fine." I look away, and then look back. "But, only once for you guys. Then we can plan further."

He smiles his cute smile. "Thanks."

When I got outside the building, I see my mother, in her car, waiting for me. I smile and wave, pretending nothing bad happened, but I will be prepared for whatever comes my way tonight.

I went to the back and she opened the trunk, letting me put my backpack in. I shut the trunk and went through the passenger side. Sitting by my mother, while I put my seatbelt on, she started driving off.

"So," Mother spoke, breaking the awkward silence around us. "How was your first day of school?"

I looked at her as I noticed her smiling.

Should I tell her the truth? Should I tell her about Nancy and Quentin bothering me? Should I tell her about Candice picking on me? Should I tell her that everybody started calling me names?

No.

"Everything was fine." I lied.

"Did you make any friends?" I looked out the window.

"Yeah."

I decided to leave it like that, because that was somewhat true. I really didn't know if they were my friends, but they sure acted like it.

Especially Quentin.

Now every time I think about him, I melt.

Is he the one who turns me into a softie?

"See," My mother said. "I think you're going to like it here."

I smile at that thought. Usually she wrong, when it comes to certain situations, but this time she's right and I don't blame her, one bit.

Later that day, I wasn't surprised that I didn't have homework. Usually teachers would or wouldn't, whatever floats there boat. As for tonight, I decided to go to bed early than I normally do.

After I said goodnight to my mother, I went upstairs to my bed room, shut my door, put some comfortable night clothes on, and went to sleep.

As soon as my head touched that pillow, I started drifting into a very deep, but comfortable, slumber.

The scene around me started changing into something… something I've never seen. I realized that I was in salt water and I heard laughter and splashing. Then someone splashed water into my face.

I wiped the water of my face. "Hey!" I turn to look at the person and my eyes widened.

"Hey, nice swimsuit." I looked down and noticed I was wearing an orange two piece swimsuit.

Placing my arms on my hips, and looking to his green eyes, while smiling back at him, I blush a bit. "Thanks. Same thing for you." I noticed he was wearing, regular dark blue swim trunks.

He smiled his cute smile, I couldn't resist. "Thanks."

Wait… Why am I flirting with him? I should find out where Kruger is, not flirt.

"Sorry, I have to go." I start to walk, passed him, to shore, but he grabs my wrist again.

"Wait." My legs won't move for me again.

I turn and look at him. "When I will I see you again," He walks closer to me. "Chloe?"

Just him close to me makes me want to melt.

I can feel his breath touch my skin and that cute smile of his…

"I-I have to go." Curse my stupid stuttering.

I back away slowly as my wrist slips through his hand. "I'm sorry, Quentin" Then I run off.

I look behind me as he stares back at me, confused.

Even this dream version of him likes me.

When I get to shore, I see two girls pass me. "Excuse me." They look at me.

"Yes?" The blond one says as the black hair girl just looks at me.

"Do you know who runs this party?" It had to be a party, since all these people were here.

"You mustn't have heard about Candice's birthday." I was confused.

I thought this was my dream? Am I in Candice's dream?

"No I haven't." The blond girl sighs.

She was going to say something, but the black hair girl spoke. "Don't you remember? She invited all of us, even you."

What?! Why would she invite me? She hates me!

"I guess I forgot?" They looked weird at me and walked off.

Losers.

Now, I have to find Candice. Something must be up.

I looked around the beach and saw a small house.

She must be in there.

I went to the entrance and saw everybody around her, singing the happy birthday song as cake was being given to her.

Everything seemed fine.

One, Two, Freddy's coming for you.

What type of music is that? I looked around and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Looking back I saw them laughing happily.

Three, Four, Better lock your door.

She started blowing out her candles, each and every one.

Five, Six, Grab a crucifix.

The laughter was suddenly, turning dark. I noticed Candice acting worried.

Seven, Eight, Going to stay up late.

"What's going on?" She looked at her cake and screamed.

It was melting and forming into some shape.

Nine, Ten,

"Never sleep again." It wasn't any shape, it was Kruger!

The scene suddenly changed into his boiler room. "Hello there, Candice."

She screamed and ran passed him. "I love it, when they scream." He laughed.

He walked the way she ran and I followed him. I heard her scream; I looked around the corner and saw her crawling on the floor.

"Thought you, little piggy, could run away? Huh?" He raised his knifed glove up in the air. "You're in my world, bitch."

She shielded herself, waiting for impact, but I wasn't going to let that happen. I ran as fast as I could and jumped on his back. He swung me around, but I was stronger.

"Don't you dare touch her, Kruger!" He then tossed me to the side and I landed on the ground.

He looked back at me. "I'll deal with you, later." Then he looked back at her. "Where were we?" His evil snicker, made me sick.

She then got up, before he had the chance to strike her. "Stay away from me you creep!"

He smiled, but didn't say anything. He got closer to her as she backed up to the hot pipes. When it touched her skin, she screamed in pain, but disappeared before he did anything.

Serves him right.

He looked back at me angry. "You!" I was about to get up, but his hand wrapped aroundmy neck as he pinned me to the wall.

I struggled to get out of his grasp, but it was not use, he was too strong.

"You deserved to be punished." He smiled.

I knew what he was thinking and I didn't it like it. "Please don't." He ignored me.

"What should your punishment be?" He tapped his claw finger to his chin, mockingly. "I know." He slowly moved his claw hand close to my leg.

"This might get messy." He chuckled his sick laughter as I screamed.

My eyes snapped open and I was breathing heavily.

Was it a dream?

I flipped my covers and sheets over, lifted my night capris up, and saw the mark he gave me. It wasn't bleeding, but it did sting.

That son of a bitch.

I sighed and fell back into my bed.

"Hey." I looked to my left and saw Quentin, lying next beside me.

What is he doing in my bed?

My heart started to pound.

I sat up. "What are you doing here?"

He sits up too. "I couldn't stay away." I was confused.

"But, I mostly see you with Nancy?" He put his hands on my arms.

"She means nothing to me." He then leaned closer to me. "I love you, not her."

OMG! He said he loves me!

"Really?" I wanted to make sure, this was real.

His hand touched my face. "Yes, I mean it."

I smiled at him, feeling so happy. So I went for it.

When our lips met, it felt like magic, something I never want to end. I was shocked how such of a good kisser he was. I felt his hand wrap around my back, bringing me closer to him, so our bodies can touch.

My skin body singed for him all over. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

His tongue licked my bottom lip and I let him in, willingly.

But, something didn't feel right. His tongue tasted burnt. I tried to pull back, but he shoved his tongue deeper into my throat, making me gag.

I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back. Recoiling his tongue out of me, Freddy smiled at me.

"You taste good." I was pissed off.

"You're a sick twisted bastard!" He placed his claw hand on his chest.

"Why thank you." His sick humor disgusted me.

"What do you want? Why are you always bothering me?" He frowned and placed his claw hand next to me.

"You're mine and you know it." I realized something.

"You're jealous aren't you?" He rolled his eyes.

"Bitch please." He then smiled. "I just like messing with you."

His claw hand touched my shirt. "You're such a pervert." I try to move his claw hand away, but he grabs both of my wrists and puts them over my head.

"Let go of me, you psycho!" He ignores me again.

"Let's have fun, shall we." He moves his claw hand down to the top of my night capris.

But, I wake up before anything else happens. I look at my window and see sunlight outside.

"Chloe! You need to get up or you'll be late for school!" I hear her shout, down the stairs.

"I'm up, I'm up!" I call back.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank god for another day of boring school.

I bet you noticed that I threw some OCxQuentin in there (like a lot of times.). I also threw in some OCxFreddy too, just to mix it around.

Well, that's all I have for now, but next chapter should get better :)