Death Cap 19

In the dream world of Elm Street

Henry watched as the huge mutant spider, the living dead, ran towards him. Without hesitating, he summoned two blades again and accelerated his attack.

He knew that Freddy could transform his blades into random things, but he realized that the dream demon was low on energy, so he would hardly spend it transforming his weapons.

His speed left only a shadow where he roamed, circling like a ghost among the dozens of zombies.

His blows, reinforced with red energy, targeted the living dead, while he dodged the huge legs that descended from the sky, severing several in the process with extreme ease.

"You're too slow, even a snail would be faster!"

His figure seemed to dance among the dead, sometimes dodging the living dead's futile attempts at attacks.

"You damn bastard, stand still and stop running away like a rat!"

"Better to be a rat than a deformed old man with a crush on a child, I'm sure your little limb must have burned off along with your face hahaha."

With his extreme speed, he displayed an agility five times faster than a normal human, but when he used a reinforce, that number was doubled geometrically.

Freddy, watching the scene, was filled with rage. Even if he attacked dozens of times with his paws, it seemed useless in the face of the human's agility.

The few zombies who tried to resist were being massacred without resistance, their limbs and heads flying everywhere.

"THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE, YOU BASTARD?"

Henrique dodged the various paws that aimed to break his body, he danced between the attacks and occasionally counterattacked.

However, the attacks only seemed to cut through the spider's skin, failing to penetrate any deeper.

He realized that Freddy was going crazy and the attacks were getting faster, causing Henrique to retreat and run down the alleyways, using the structure as a defense.

But as his fatigue began to build up, Henrique slowly began to slow down his movements while Freddy seemed to have infinite energy.

After a miss, a blow came quickly from a blind spot, sending Henrique hurtling through the air towards a building.

He was thrown spitting blood through a store window, feeling as if he had been hit by a truck, his internal organs were bruised and his external belly wound was bleeding continuously.

His right arm was broken after the impact of the blow, and he gasped deeply to regain his strength.

Opening the system store, he bought a small red potion, swallowed it with one gulp, partially recovering his wounds, and ran out of the building through the smoke.

Taking advantage of Freddy's lack of vision, he launched two flaming Molotovs through the smoke, which exploded in the spider's face, causing it to roar in pain as it destroyed the remaining houses in madness.

"Shit, how the hell is he so tough? Are you sure he's turned into a spider and not a turtle?"

Henrique thought, realizing that the fire wasn't being effective, the flames were fading and Freddy returned with even faster attacks.

He was beginning to lose his stamina again, even if the attacks were easy to predict, but dodging endlessly was out of the question.

He had to get through this defense or he would be in a difficult situation, any blow would be fatal if it hit.

"Why don't you just die, you miserable cockroach!

Freddy, now crazed, was firing random blows all over the place, reducing the effectiveness of his hits with each attack.

Taking advantage of this, Henrique began to back away from the spider.

Running down the street away from the big spider, Henry realized that he had opened up some distance, returning the blades to his inventory.

"I know you like transforming things a lot, why don't you try changing that?"

Henrique smiled, taking from his inventory a huge grenade launcher he had borrowed from the Winchesters.

Freddy saw this and tried to hide behind a store. At the moment, he only had energy left to maintain his longevity.

Unable to transform into anything else while in spider form, he could only transform into the weapon in front of him if he undid his transformation.

But there was no time for him when Henry squeezed the kitten, spraying a shower of round objects in his direction.

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT?"

BOOMM BOOMM BOOM

BOOMMM BOOMM

Only after hearing the gun click did Henrique stop pulling the trigger.

Looking at the damage done to the street, smoke and chunks of concrete flew everywhere, even a small store where Freddy had been hiding had disappeared from the map.

A few minutes later, the smoke began to clear, revealing the figure of Freddy in human form, kneeling on the ground panting, holding his arm, which was bleeding profusely.

"Kid, you really won, but during our battle I was able to briefly access your mind, now I know your weakness hahahahah."

"My weakness? you say too much for a moribund body, don't you think?"

Freddy, who was gasping for breath, spoke in a voice that was weak and shaky but full of conviction.

Raising his hand slowly, a smile formed on his face.

"What's he trying to do? I'm sure he's about to die.... wait, what's that?"

Taking Freddy's words as a bluff, I just backed away a little further and waited a few seconds.

But nothing strange happened, it was only a few moments later that I felt something missing, looking down I noticed that my hands were slowly turning to dust.

I soon realized that my whole body was turning to dust without any resistance, leaving only my face which also began to fade quickly.

"WHAT DID YOU DO FREDDY KREUGER?"

"Hahahaha, see you in the next life my little grasshopper!"

My vision darkened, my mind falling into a strange void for a long time.

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When I recovered a little, I realized that the memories of my old life were slowly appearing in my mind, strangely the memories of my new life began to fade.

I was stunned by the events, had I really died for Freddy? Who is Freddy?

I felt a pain emerge from my soul, the memories of the fight against Freddy, the memories of the system and my transition to Supernatural began to fade, like an eraser in a book.

In the end, I didn't know why I was here? what happened to me? I was certainly with my mother and father, so why do I feel this strange sense of loss?

Because I feel like I'm forgetting something... maybe it's not important after all.

Fear and dread permeated me, was it really my death? I wanted to live a little longer at least...

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After a long, long, long time, I felt my consciousness return to my control.

I woke up and slowly opened my eyes, noticing the familiar room that had resurfaced in my memories, a memory kept in the back of my mind...

"Henrique! Dinner is ready, my dear."

A sweet, warm, dawn-like voice rang in my ear, my mind refusing to believe the words, my mouth trembling in anticipation of uttering a sound as tears began to well up wildly in my eyes.

"Impossible, how is this happening?"

"Why am I crying? Why do I feel this sick feeling in my chest? Like I've lost her, but she's clearly down there..."

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