The Glove, the Mask, and the Will to Kill Them Both.

Chapter 1: The Call

Near Springwood, Ohio No POV

Wade Reima was in his car listening to some music on the radio. He is a a man in his late 20's as he had black hair, fair skin, and black eyes, his clothing consisted of a dark red shirt, black jacket, dark blue pants, and black combat boots. His phone ran as he turned the radio off and opened his flip phone and answered.

Wade: yellow?

???: <phone> is this Wade Reima?

Wade: yes.

Williams: <phone> this is Sheriff Williams from the Springwood Police Department. We know of your... profession... and we wish to hire you to deal with a... supernatural problem.

Wade: and what kind of problem am I dealing with?

Williams: <phone> you ever heard of Freddy Krueger?

Wade: I do. Didn't you all dealt with him?

Williams: <phone> not well enough it seems.

Wade: I charge a lot. Getting rid of beings like that ain't easy.

Williams: <phone> we'll pay anything. Come by to 1428 Elm Street.

Wade: I'll be there.

Wade hangs up as he drifts his mustang and drives towards Springwood. It didn't take him long to get there as he arrived at the house that was covered in police tape as he saw some of the witnesses being driven off to the police station. He parked his car as he got off and walked towards the Sheriff.

Wade: Sheriff. <holds his hand out>

Williams: <shakes his hand> Mr Reima.

Officer Goodman: who is this guy?

Wade: <takes a card out> my card.

Goodman: "Wade Reima, Supernatural Exterminator, Serial Killer Exterminator, Licensed Exorcist." Is this a joke?

Wade: and I'm not the exorcist type to wave a bible around and get rid of the spirit like that. That's on the slow jobs. So what we got here, Sheriff.

Williams: follow me.

Wade followed Williams as he looked around the house before they reached the room where a teen boy was folded in half and the bed was also folded in half.

Wade: that's an impressive display of strength.

Williams: it had to be him right?

Wade: his MO, from what I heard is that, he directly attacks his victims through dreams. Doesn't usually alter the area around unless he gets really creative. However this doesn't seem like his work.

Goodman: bullshit, it has to be him.

Wade: the boy's eyes. Wide awake. Not that much proof but... <sees where the guts and blood were spilling out> this doesn't seem like little knife wound. It seems he was repeatedly stabbed by a blade much bigger. <walks around and kneels down looking at a hole> and this is definitely not knife glove as the knives are not strong enough to penetrate the floor and leave it like that. Your killer is not the one you're thinking about. This is someone else's work.

Williams: whose?

Wade: I don't know yet. You might want to set up patrols all around the town. Just in case.

Wade went back to his car as Williams and Goodman followed him.

Williams: then what?

Wade: <opens the trunk> then I take it out. Depending on who we are dealing with. Given the strength of what we saw... I say... <grabs out a shotgun> this will be something to use. I've heard all about your... dream demon. I know how to kill him however as soon as there's fear of him, he will always come back.

Williams: we know that. We try to keep it contained.

Wade: a dream demon like him has ways to bring the fear back. A kill here and there, people remember him, fear grows, he returns. I wonder how long did it took you to forget him and keep him forgotten.

Williams: a while.

Wade: try harder next time. I'll see you at the station.

Wade puts the gun back in his trunk as he closes it, gets in his mustang, and drives off.

Goodman: think we can trust him?

Williams: hopefully.

Goodman and Williams went back to the station as all the kids were interrogated and all but the girl named Lori left when their parents came to pick them up.

Williams: so?

Goodman: she doesn't know anything. None of them do. I'm pretty sure we're good.

Williams: pretty sure? You better make damn sure none of those kids knows anything or I'll send your ass up to Westin Hills with them.

Stubbs: <walks over> knows what? What do you mean?

Williams: good work there tonight, Stubbs. Right place, right time. But we'll take it from here, all right?

Williams and Goodman left as Wade looked at Stubbs.

Wade: new on the job?

Stubbs: sort of.

Wade: you have no idea what's going on.

Stubbs: should I?

Wade: that's if you don't plan on fucking it up. Which I'm certain you will.

Wade walks away as Stubbs just stands there dumbfounded as he walked to the Sheriff's office.

Wade: quite the cops you have. He doesn't know shit about him does he?

Williams: no. He just moved here like a month ago.

Wade: I've seen his type. Always want to help and they often ignore orders to basically do the right thing. Also he's in there with the girl.

Williams: that son of a-

Williams goes to the interrogation room and knocks on the window getting Stubbs out of there. Wade looked at the room as he saw the girl putting her head on her arms as she fell asleep. Wade just kept watching as he saw her twitch before she woke up and looked around. As if she just woke up from a nightmare.

Williams: <walks over> so you gonna do anything?

Wade: when someone learns of him what do you do?

Williams; we send them to Westin Hills. It's a Psychiatric Hospital.

Wade: I see now. I will do a drive around the neighborhood where the killing happened. Then I will rent out a room at a hotel.

Wade went back to his mustang as he drove back to the neighborhood as he drove slowly to look around as he saw a house with a front porch and saw blood on the outside curtains He parked his car as he got out with a revolver on his hand as he walked up to it and saw a man and a boy both dead but the way they died didn't seem like anything Freddy could do as Wade took his phone out and called Sheriff Williams.

Wade: Sheriff, it's Wade. Hey, did one of those kids that your cops interrogated was a kid with a blue sweater with a white stripe across his torso?

Sheriff; <phone> his name is Blake. Why?

Wade: I found him and who I think is his dad both dead.

Sheriff: <phone> where?

Wade: their home. This isn't Freddy's work. This is someone else's. I have a theory from the brutality of these kills. But better get over here quickly.

Sheriff: <phone> on our way.

Wade hangs up as he looks at the blade wounds.

Wade: Jason? How did you return?