basically a short book with covers and maybe a chapter or two of new ideas for books I may or may not continue.
Please, please, please, comment which book I should continue and what you think should happen in that work. And also how I could fix it...
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OG summary: Nick has a very dark secret, that should have never been revealed; but it was, and now he's being hunted.
In the haze of another Halloween, a certain killer stalks the streets for a rumor; and Nick has every right to defend himself. The annual blood bath ensues, the rumor finds truth, and boundaries are broken.
The Crystal Lake killer is rudely awakened to find his camp in ruins. A white masked killer and a boy among it's ashes. One Panting, Stood over the other in an act of triumph. The other pinned down in defeat, determination streaming from his tears.
Sides must be chosen, and the dream killer takes no prisoners.
Chapter 1: It was foggy, and sticky, and hot, and quite frankly, just nasty. Nick sighed as he shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and continued walking. He knew exactly what was going on, and honestly, he didn't care.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as a cool breeze blew over him. Taking a second to stop, he glanced behind him to see the shadow of Freddy Kruger. Just the man he wanted to see.
Nick stared at the dream killer for a while, looking rather bored; then he turned and continued walking. He didn't know where he was going, and he sure as hell didn't give a danm.
There was another ice-like chill that ran down his spine when he stopped. He swiftly pivoted around, expecting to see Freddy, but he wasn't there. Typical.
To Nick, it seemed like ole Kruger was loosing his scare game. Shrugging, Nick spun back around just in time to meet the killer nose-to-nose.
Nick didn't even flinch, not even when the razor sharp finger-knives clicked to life next to his face. Kruger grimaced, and took a small step back; that wasn't like him under normal circumstances, but these weren't normal circumstances.
"Haven't changed much have you, Nicky boy?" Kruger commented in his sly copper voice.
Nick crossed his arms tilting his head to the side "No, but then again, neither have you" he bit back.
Kruger placed his gloved hand over his chest "Ooh, that hurt" he drawed dramatically.
Nick kept his stance, and stared at the killer with an eyebrow raised. Kruger cut his act with a grimace, and stood back.
"So what do you want Scissor-hands?"
Freddy glanced at his gloved hand, tipped with knives and bared his teeth in a quiet snarl. Making it clear he didn't approve of the nickname.
Nick sighed with a sarcastic lace "I get it, I'm no fun, no screaming in terror-" he placed his hands on his cheeks and opened his mouth wide "aaaaaaaa" he quietly screeched in mockery.
