Title: A Rebirthday on Elm Street

Genre: horror, romance

Rating: T+ for language, intense violence, and sexual themes

Pairings: JohanXJudai (spiritshipping)

Summary: In the early 1990s, a psychopathic teenager named Judai Yuki murdered several young teens with a glove outfitted with straight razor blades attached to the fingers. When a foolish decision causes Judai to murder one of the teens during the day, Judai is burned alive by an angry mob of the parents whose children he terrorized and murdered. Fifteen years after his death, the children whose parents were responsible for Yuki's death- including Johan Andersen, youngest, and now only, son of the leader of the angry mob of parents- are experiencing terrifying nightmares involving a young man wearing a glove with razor blades on the fingers. The ghost of Judai Yuki is haunting their dreams, and when Johan's best friend Missy violently dies in her sleep during a dream confrontation with Judai, Johan realizes he must find a way to stop the evil psychopath's reign of terror - or never sleep again...

Me: Okay, guys! First chapter in our story where Judai is seme AND a villain!

Lucy: Based off the horror movie Nightmare on Elm Street, Judai Yuki returns from the grave to seek revenge, or so it seems, on a few kids whose parents caused his demise.

Me: And Johan just may be one of them.

Lucy: But what's Judai's true motive? To find out, read on and we'll update as soon as we are able! We hope everyone enjoys this story as much as we enjoyed writing it!

Chapter One: Nightmares on My Street

Johan Andersen teetered on the top of the step of the strange basement, two pale hands reaching to clutch one of the bronze railings, his arms shaking. His legs shook, too, and the warm fuzzy socks he wore almost made him slide on the slippery wood. Even his breath was shaking, like he'd already run all the way down the stairs.

Andrea, his mother, had reassured Johan that there was absolutely nothing to fear in the basement. She had promised him that nothing lived down there that could hurt him.

If this was true... then why was he so afraid?

"Johan! I know you can hear me, so get down here, now!" a familiar voice, the voice of his elder brother Jehu, yelled.

Johan peeled one hand from the bronze railing and tried to reach for the doorknob that would get him out of here. He was tempted to shut the door to the boiler room and run as far away as he could.

"Johan!"

"I-I can't go in the basement," Johan called. "Don't make me do it!"

"Well, I'm in charge, and I say get your ass down here, now! You're a big boy, you can't live in fear of this damn basement your whole life!"

Johan shifted his foot forward and took a deep breath. The back of his neck stung, like he had been zapped, and his legs felt wobbly, like the bowl of Jell-O his mother had given him for a snack earlier that day. Everything looked fuzzy, like he was going to start crying. His eyes stung worse than his neck did.

"Johan Andersen, you have three seconds to get down here, or I'll drag you down and lock the door!"

Fearing the tone in his brother's voice, Johan raced down the steps so fast he lost his balance and landed in a heap on the second to last stair. He lay there, ankle hurting, eyes still stinging as he peered into the unending darkness of the old boiler room he didn't know in life, with its creaks and scents and dark shadows.

And the man in the fedora.

There'd been a few others, before the man in the fedora scared them all away. Like Mina, in her scratched and bloody dress, who played hide-and-seek with him. And little fifteen-year-old Jackson, who had similar scratches, three of them, across his bloody chest, who asked him strange things, like if the moon had been made of cheese yet and called him a "good boy" even when Johan didn't know the answer to the question, which Johan always deemed strange since he was older than Jackson.

He used to like coming down and talking to them, to the strange people in the boiler room of his dreams. All he had to do was not look behind the boiler, where he sometimes thought the man in the fedora was hiding.

"Johan?" Jehu's angry voice called. "Are you down here yet?"

Johan had learned not to think about the bad things whenever he got scared. So as he went towards Jehu's voice, peering up and seeing Mina waiting for him at the end of the basement, he remembered the others before the man and how much fun he had had with them. It helped. He didn't think about the man in the fedora at all… or not that much.

At the bottom of the basement, near the way back, he squinted into the darkness. Just the small bug-zapper lights were on, the ones Andrea had put everywhere when Johan started saying he didn't like basemets, when he was three. Andrea had assumed it was because he was afraid of the dark, and he still was to this day, but only in his dreams, and only because total darkness meant that the man in the fedora could sneak up on him without any warning.

Johan could see the cold cellar door, though, so he kept his eyes on that and tried not to look when a shadow suddenly shifted. He walked as fast as he could. When something moved close to his right, he forgot about not looking and turned. It was only a pair of purple eyes, staring at him from behind the furnace. Johan allowed himself to exhale in relief.

The man in the fedora didn't have purple eyes, so it wasn't him.

"Johan?" called Jehu.

Johan flinched and yanked open the foreign cellar door, watching as Mina disappeared into the darkness, beckoning to him with a white finger. The cold air from the refrigeration eked out and made him shiver. He peered around into the dark and tried to look forhis brother Jehu, but he couldn't find him.

His fist clenched. Jehu was being mean.

Footsteps clattered above his head. Johan froze. It couldn't be…

"Johan, come on. You aren't still afraid of the dark, are you?" asked Jehu from inside the cold cellar room, his voice strangely soft. "I guess I was right about you, Jo- you are just a little baby after all."

Johan glared. Jehu didn't know anything.

He walked into the cold cellar, nodding once to Mina, and fished around for the boxes of movies his mom had showed him a year ago. Before the thoughts of the man in the fedora had scared him out of the basement, Johan would sneak down at night to snatch a movie, but he was always caught by his father Joshua, who would laugh and call him a cat burglar.

But a single question rang in the back of his head: What are my mother's movies doing in a place like this?

"Johan? Johan!" Jackson's frantic voice came from far away. "Where are you? Johan!"

He froze and dropped the movie. It clattered and rolled against his foot. The disk snapped in half and rolled around inside its case. Johan refused to look down. His body convulsed with harsh shudders.

"Johan, where are you? Johan?" mimicked a voice behind him, like Jehu's, but deeper, eviler. "Ha ha."

Mina screamed and fled, begging someone not to cut her again. Johan barely saw her vanish out of the corner of his eye.

Jehu was never in the strange old basement. He hadn't been. It wasn't possible, even in a dream. Jehu was gone- dead. He had been for over several years. He was dead. It couldn't be him.

Johan turned slowly.

In the dark doorway stood a young man in a fedora with with pale brown hair and eyes to match. The man from his nightmares. Johan wanted to scream and squeeze his eyes shut so he didn't have to see the man of his nightmares, but he didn't dare because it only made him angrier, made everything worse in the end.

The young man's lips drew back into a smirk as he raised his bladed glove into the air, waving the finger at Johan.

"Hello, Jo. Welcome back."

Johan awoke with a start, a loud snap echoing in his ears. It took him mere moments to realize that the snap had been the cut off of his scream, which echoed through the walls and into his home. Chest rising and falling with harsh gasps, Johan curled up on the bed and hugged his knees, a dull thumping from his frantically beating heart catching his ears.

"Johan?"

He glanced up and saw his mother, Andrea, push open his bedroom door.

She looked panicked, probably from Johan's scream. Her blue hair, longer than his, was messy and unkempt, and her green eyes were glazed with a mixture of worry and exhaustion.

When she spotted Johan, she sighed in relief. "Sweetie, you okay?" she asked.

Choking on the sickening bile that threatened to come from inside him, Johan nodded slowly. "Y-yeah, Mom," he said with a relaxed sigh. "Just a nightmare, that's all."

He shook at the memory of the man in the fedora.

He would never tell his mother this, but he'd been dreaming of the man in the fedora for over seven months now. And each new dream just got more and more vivid. At first, the man in the fedora would keep his distance and just frighten Johan, but as the weeks rolled by, he got closer and closer each day, his clawed-gloved-hand reaching out as if to grab him. Johan always woke up before that happened, but the young man's laugh stayed with him for the rest of the evening, and into the next days and weeks.

Sighing, he stood up and stretched. No sense in trying to sleep now; best not to give the man in the fedora the satisfaction of seeing him twice in a row.

"Oh my God! Johan!"

At the sound of his mother's gasp, Johan glanced down.

The front of his shirt was torn with four diagonal slash marks, the kind the glove the man in the fedora wore in his dreams could have made. But it isn't possible, Johan thought, shaking. H-he didn't even touch me.

Andrea looked even more shaken than Johan did. Her body was trembling, her eyes wide. She had gone pale, as if someone had blown a fine layer of dust over her in her sleep. She drew in several harsh breaths and held them. The color returned to her face as she calmed, her breathing became steady once again. "Goodness, Johan," she scolded, her voice trembling. "You might want to look into cutting your fingernails, huh?" She tried to laugh, tried to make it seem funny.

Johan looked down and swallowed. "Y-yeah."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, the man in the fedora cackled.

Me: Geez! First chapter, and already, Johan's a target!

Lucy: So, in this chapter, we've learned that he's been seeing the man in the fedora for over seven months, his brother Jehu is dead, and Johan has strange dreams about these bloody kids with identical slash marks across their chests.

Me: And his mother, Andrea, seemed more freaked out than usual by the scratches.

Lucy: What does this all mean? Read on and review if you wanna find out! We need reviews in order to update, so please help us out and we hope you all enjoy this story! Thank you, our wonderful readers!