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WARNING: Gonna be totally brutal. Filled with blood 'n cussin'.

Chapter Two

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Kyle looked up at the clock. Ugh. Still fifty more minutes to go. Detention sucked. Still, he smiled when he thought of the look on his teacher's face as she sat down on the circle of pushpins. They poked right through her snobby fat ass. Bitch. She failed him on his math test. Even after he had studied hard, she fucking failed him. Bitch. Dumb-ass bitch. That was why he had put the pins there. Revenge was sweet.

Until he was thrown into detention. Eh, the price of punishment and justice.

He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the desk. He soon became drowsy, and had difficulty keeping his eyes open. The room became blurry. The teacher at the desk went in and out focus. So did the huge jock in front of him. He went unconscious. No one looked at him as his head hit the desk.

He woke up in a hot room. He was sprawled out on some kind of catwalk. Kyle groaned and sat up. He felt a dull throbbing on the front of his head. He ignored it. Where the hell was he? Kyle got up and supported himself by putting a hand on a pipe. He quickly retracted it with a shout of pain. He held his wrist and looked at his hand. It was puffy and red. He looked at the pipe and saw his handprint there. Steam blew out of pipes and crevices in the walls. Pipes were everywhere. Kyle felt fear travel up his spine. Why? He did not know.

He heard chilling laughter at that precise moment.

It carried, amplifying it to a hundred times its true volume. His fear deepened. Sweat dripped on his body from the intense heat. His breath come in shallow. His hand ached badly. He wanted to wake up if this was a dream. He tried. Kyle squeezed his eyes shut and willed himself to wake up. He couldn't. He heard the creepy laughter again and tried harder, starting to panic. It still didn't work. Again, the creepy laughter. He whimpered slightly and started breathing faster.

"Boo."

He screamed and ran. Krueger grinned maliciously. This would be much fun. Much fun, indeed.

Kyle ran and ran until he reached a door. Like the surrounding area, it was made of steel. It said MAINTENANCE on it. Kyle pushed it open with a grunt. It creaked when it opened. Inside, it was dark. He heard steam and smoke inside the room. Kyle knew it was large inside. He stepped inside with a gulp. He hated the dark. He was embarressed about it, but it was true. He didn't close the door. He wanted light. It slammed shut anyway. He yelped and tried to open it. He stopped, hyperventilating now. Satanic laughter assaulted his ears.

"Feeling scared yet...Kyle ol' boy?" whispered a gravelly voice in his ear.

Kyle whimpered like a hurt puppy and slowly turned his head to come to face with Krueger. He opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out a croak. He backed up in horror at the sight of the horribly burned and disfigured face of his stalker. The man wore a dark brown fedora and a dirty red and green sweater. Kyle was too busy looking at the man's face to see his breeches. On his right hand was a glove with long blades. The man looked at him from under the fedora and chuckled maliciously. He put on an evil grin.

"What game do you want to play?" he said.

Kyle backed up some more, getting more terrified by the minute. Freddy could just feel the boy's terror soaking into him. It made him feel sooo good. He was becoming stronger. The man raised his bladed hand. He slowly walked towards Kyle. The blades screetched along the pipes loudly, like some sort out of tune viola. Sweat was pouring down Kyle's head now.

"How about...Catch the Boy? Or...Run...Scream...Die?"

Krueger paused. He lowered his hand.

"I know a good one."

He looked up. His rotting teeth showed in his vicious smile.

"The Freddy Game."

Kyle saw a flash of blades before his blood splattered the pipes, sending up streams of smoke. Krueger laughed again.

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How was that? TELL ME OR I'M GONNA KRUEGER ON YOU!