• I ran my fingers through my hair, worried, disgusted, scared, of what I knew would either be the end of my father, Freddy Kreuger, or myself and life as people in the real world knew it. I had always sat in the corner, watching while my father did cruel horrible things to innocent people. All those times I had wanted to stand up, to make him stop, to save the small children and teenagers of Elm Street that he had tortured and killed, but, even though I knew my powers were alot stronger than his, I couldn't do it. He had something I didn't. He had raw nerve, no, he was the meaning of raw nerve. He could keep going, no matter what you threw at him, and when you kiolled him in the real world, he would always come back to life in the dream world. At that point in my life, I was assured that absolutley nothing could stop him, that I would forever sit and watch as he took countless lives. One fateful dream changed that all, though. I was layin on a toadstool, waiting for my arms to stop bleeding while a glowing blue butterfly fluttered overhead. The butterfly landed on a stup and transformed into a beautiful young woman, around my age.
    "What's wrong?" she asked, not bothering to first ask who I was or what I was doing as in so many other dreams. I stared silently at her for a minute or two.
    "Well? What's the matter?"
    "If I told you, I'd have to kill you. Not that it matters, my dad's coming to kill you anyways."
    "Aren't you Mr.Brightside?" She said sarcastically. "And my, what big claws you have!"
    "What better to sit around, peeling skin with to please dear old dad."
    "Something tells me you don't like your dad."
    "Something tells me you like to point out the obvious."
    "Okay, there's a deep issue here. What's wrong?"
    "Where to begin? Oh, let's start with the fact that my dad now knows how to wipe out every kid on the planet, and there's nothing I can do to stop it." I stare into her face. "How old are you anyway? You don't seem like a four year old."
    "That's cuz I'm fifteen,friend. The way you talk, you aren't by chance, related to Freddy Krueger are you?"
    "Naw, my dad is is a totally different dream demon! What do you think?"
    "Do you have his powers?"
    "Yeah. They're actually stronger than his, though."
    "Then why not destroy him with 'em?"
    "He's pretty much invincible in the dream world, and if you kill him in the real world, he'll just come back."
    "Have you ever tried killing him in the dream world?"
    "No. I told you it won"t work."
    "How would you know unless you try?"
    I sat and thought, then I remembered something. Something that changed my entire perspective on things. I remembered thatI accidentally scratched him once while sharpening my claws, and he had felt it. I now knew what I had to do. I was going to end all the torture that night. I was going to attempt to kill my father, Freddy Krueger, for good. I ran my claws through my hair and waited for him to arrive.
    "You sure are quiet. Now what's on your mind?"
    "I'm thinking about how you're going to repayme for saving you and all the kids of the world from a horrible death."
    "You figured out how to kill him?"
    "Yep. I just hope I'M strong enough."
    My dad came in, and the fight was over before you could blink. I had suprised myself.. I turned to see the girl, standing and staring at my father's corpse.
    "That-that was- You're-"
    "Real? Yep."
    "And he was actually?"
    "Yep. You can repay me by holding onto me when you wake up."
    "Why?"
    "Cause I want to live in the real world."
    She nodded, stunned. Everyone was fianlly safe from my father's wrath, forever. I held onto the girl as she woke up.
    TO BE CONTINUED...