Seventeen-year-old Chancy Dillenger's hands gripped the steering wheel as he veered the silver colored Mazda down the street, flowing with the late night traffic. His finger twitched with nervous anticipation and dread.

His mind was overwrought with thoughts. Not scrambled thoughts, but thoughts of what he must do to ensure his own survival.

And his tormentor? Well that could be summed up in one word.

Freddy Krueger.

Fred Krueger, the unstoppable demonic force that had plagued the small town of Springwood Ohio was still alive though how was not something easily explained. Chancy knew that Freddy was suppose to be dead. But could something be so powerful that there was no way to destroy it?

"No." Chancy said through clinched teeth. "I killed you, you bastard."

Then reality set in, like a hangover after a night of drinking to heavily. Somewhere, somehow he had failed. He had missed something. Some little thing. But in Freddy's realm, there was no little thing. There was only his rules and his way. And Freddy's way was the path that lead straight to Hell.

Sleep was trying massively to overcome him. He shut his eyes, squeezing them tightly, trying to will it away.

Then he opened them to Freddy Krueger standing in the middle of the road. He grinned evily and waved a clawed hand at the young teen. His murky red and green sweater glowed eerily in the pale moonlight, a feature set off by the ever so familiar dirty brown hat.

Chancy beheld his nightmare.

Fred Krueger made a motion, as if he was thumbing for a ride. When he did, Chancy's steering wheel jerked violently to the left, causing him to loose control of the vehicle.

"Detour!" Freddy bellowed, letting loose a horrid laugh that rung in Chancy's ears.

And then Chancy Dillenger screamed.

The car plunged over a steep hill, flipping almost instantly. Chancy was jerked roughly in the toppling automobile. Then his seat belt snapped, and with one last violent thrust, Chancy felt himself airborne, as he was thrown from the vehicle. Then he came down hard, and felt bones in his side crunch from the impact. A deep gash slashed across his forehead, while another ripped down his right arm.

He lay on the ground motionless as waves of pain began to roll over him. Then he allowed darkness to swallow him. The peaceful serenity of sleep.

And Freddy Krueger loomed over the last of the Elm Street Children.

A Nightmare ON ELM STREET: The Dream Seeker