My Boyfriend's a Nightmare

Hallow's Eve

"First stop of our trip, everyone get out and visit the bathroom if you need it."

"Alright," Carrie hopped out of the car with Noah in tow as they walked inside the place. The cashier greeting them with an all too friendly greeting.

"Hi there, welcome to Gas N' Go! Restrooms are far back and to the right."

"Alright, thank you." Carrie waved and walked off with Noah through the aisles of candy.

"Carrie," Noah whispered, "I think I know that guy."

"Who?"

"The cashier, he looks... familiar."

"Is that good or bad?"

"I don't know," the two stopped once they reached their separate bathroom doors, "but be alert, alright?"

"Got it."

Noah walked into the men's room, stopping to do his business before heading to wash his hands. He got them all clean and was about to dry them when  the cashier walked into the bathroom with a sinister smile on his face.

"Hello Noah, long time no see."

Hearing that voice, Noah smiled as he turned around to face the cashier face to face. He now wore a denim jumpsuit with wild brown hair and sunken in brown eyes.

"Nice to see you again, Vincent." Noah glared towards the boy.

"Your dad told us you were on the run again."

"Took you long enough to find me."

"I don't want to do this again Krueger, just go home."

"Why would I go back to being a killer?"

"We all want you back Noah, we don't want any trouble. We want our bud back."

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

"Then," Vincent pulled a knife out of one of his denim pockets, "it's time to end this."

"If you can catch me," Noah swung his foot around and clocked Vincent where it hurt, running out of the building and to the car where Carrie sat inside. He opened the door and grabbed his glove, slipping it on as Vincent came sprinting out of the gas station.

"Noah?! Who is that?!"

"Carrie, I want you to meet..." Noah trailed off momentarily as he prepared for battle, "Vince Myers, son of Michael Myers."

Vince swung the knife at Noah, who dodged the attack like a true ninja. He swung his glove, catching Vince in the shoulder as Vince winced and slashed Noah with the knife again. Noah dodged it once more.

"Just like your dad, always with the kitchen knives."

"Why didn't you just come back," Carrie noticed the blood seeping out of Vince's shoulder as he spoke, "this never would have happened if you wouldn't have left."

"I wanted to leave for a better life," Noah slashed Vince's legs as he fell to the ground, dropping the knife with a loud clatter. Wednesday walked out of the building as Vince lied on the ground in a heap.

"Wednesday, get in here and drive, now!" Carrie sounded desperate as Wednesday came running to the car, Noah getting in as she took out of the gas station.

Vince lied on the ground in the blue heap as he cried, the pain was immense. He heard someone clear their throat from behind him and turned around to see his dad standing with Noah's.

"Vincent Myers," Freddy looked down upon him, "did you get my son?"

"He's good, he must have trained somewhere or something."

"How good?"

"Better than me..."

"Son," Michael's voice boomed, "where did he go?"

"Eastward, I have no clue where they're headed."

"They?"

"A girl with blonde hair and a black-haired woman named Wednesday."

"Hmmm..." Freddy smiled as he recognized the description, "alright then. Michael, please take your son out of my sight and patch him up for his next mission."

"Yes sir," Michael helped his son up and into the building, where Vince sat on a chair in the back room as Michael patched his wounds.

"Son..."

"I'm sorry dad," Vince looked down at the ground, "he's gotten stronger."

"That's no excuse..."

"Please, don't be mad, I just n-need more training."

"And we will get you it, don't worry. Fred sent an old friend of mine to handle Noah now..."