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Steam sprayed into Hellboy’s face as he wandered carefully through the boiler room from hell, all the time Freddy’s maniacal laugh echoed around him. So far the fiend wasn’t attacking and seemed content on taunting the demon. That told Hellboy that the man was a freaking moron. Red wasn’t the teenagers and kids Krueger was used to tormenting. He was a goddamned demon. He wasn’t scared of simple mind games. He ate cretins like Freddy Krueger for breakfast, and the dream slasher would discover that soon enough. He had tried to use Red’s father and friends against him. That wasn’t something that could slide.

“I can taste your fear, Hellboy,” Krueger cackled. “It’s like seasoning for the kill.”

“Must be your breath backing up, Fred,” Hellboy chuckled. “Only thing I’m scared of is catching a view of that jacked up face of yours.”

“You wound me, demon,” Freddy mocked emotional pain. “Let me return the favor!”

Five pipes exploded off the wall, spraying a torrent of heated gas at Hellboy. The rusted iron of the pipes twisted and groaned, forming Krueger’s gloved hand as they swiped towards the paranormal investigator. Red slid out of the way, but not before the blades sliced across his jacked, ripping the old leather, “This was my favorite jacket! If that happened in the real world, I’m gonna hurt you more than I thought.”

“I’d like to see you try, child,” a familiar voice said behind him. He spun around to find Rasputin staring back. The Russian mystic smiled grotesquely at the demon, making Hellboy’s blood boil. He knew it was another one of Freddy’s disguises, but Rasputin’s visage was something he was never comfortable seeing. It was him that brought Hellboy to Earth. He tried to bring about the end of the world using Red’s right hand. But worst of all he killed Professor Broom. “Surprised to see me.”

“Krueger,” Hellboy snarled, “shut the hell up.”

He reared up with his massive, stone right hand and threw the hardest punch he could at the dream powered villain. It connected, snapping the impostor Rasputin’s head back violently. As the bastard flew through the air he turned back into the form of Freddy Krueger. He slammed against the back of the boiler room before collapsing into a heap. Hellboy leapt towards him, slamming his gigantic fist down on top of him. Red grabbed the throat of his opponent and raised him up, “See, I don’t have training like a lot of those other heroes around Earth. Never needed it. Because I know I can kick the shit out of any dumbass who thinks they have the balls to take over this realm or that. All you creeps are the same. You think you have what it takes. Then I introduce your face to my fist and you go crawling back into the hole you came from. And that’s only if I don’t manage to kill you first.”

Krueger attempted to squirrel his way out of Hellboy’s grip, but he couldn’t. The Right Hand of Doom was too powerful, even for the slasher of nightmares. Still, he was defiant in his defeat, “You think we’re all the same? I’m just the beginning, Hellboy. One of many. Things are in motion that none of you are aware of. And all these innocents you swear to protect? They’re going to drown in insanity and fear.”

“Yea, well, you can watch from hell you jackass,” Hellboy said as the two of them were ripped from the dream world. When they emerged into the shack, Hellboy found it already engulfed in white hot flames. The old, rotted wood crackled like lightning as the fire ripped through it. Krueger clawed desperately at the stone hand that gripped him tightly, sparks flying as metal met rock and mixed with the inferno. Hellboy looked deep into his eyes as the terror gripped Freddy, “Feel that fear? The kind of fear you reveled in when you carved up all those kids? Just like them it’s going to be the last thing you experience. And I’m going to watch every second of it.”

Freddy continued to squirm as the fire ran up his legs and arms before engulfing his entire body. Hellboy’s hand kept him from escaping, and next to the demon stood Liz, fully covered in the same fire that was melting Krueger away before their eyes. As his skin and muscles began to drop off him, Freddy exploded into a ball of magical energy, before his shadowy spirit was sucked into a portal with his final scream following close behind.

“Well that was an interesting one,” Liz said, unimpressed.

Hellboy stepped out of the shack and took a cigar out of his singed pocket, lighting it on the burning shack. He took a few puffs and looked down to find his trench coat shredded from his encounter in the dream world. Hellboy cursed, “Son of a bitch. I should have made him suffer a lot more.”

“Yea, if only we could have taken turns kicking him in the crotch,” Liz agreed. “What he did to these kids...he definitely deserved worse.”

“Speaking of kids, where’s Nancy?” Hellboy asked as Liz motioned over to the right. There, at the edge of the illuminating caused by the burning shack, the silhouette of Nancy Thompson stood out like a sore thumb.

“You know that’s bad for you, right?” she made a motion to the cigar as he sauntered over.

“Kid, I just walked out of a burning building without a scratch,” he chuckled after a drag. “This is the least of my worries.”

Nancy hugged herself and rubbed her shoulders, “He’s gone, right?”

“Spirits are never really gone,” Hellboy smiled warmly and tried to explain. “But he’s been banished to somewhere he can’t get out of easily. It’ll take him a lot of time to get out. You won’t have to worry about him as long as you live.”

“Good,” she said defiantly. “I hope wherever he is, he’s suffering.”

“Kid, he’s got someone shoving red hot pokers where the sun don’t shine as we speak,” Red winked at Nancy.

“Wish it was me,” she snarled.

Hellboy liked the girl. She was a true badass. Reminded him a lot of Liz, if he was telling the truth. He patted her on the shoulder, nearly knocking her over from his strength, “You did good, though. You should come work for us in a few years.”

“Do I get one of those?” she motioned to The Samaritan. 

“Only I get one of these,” he nodded. “But you’d get one appropriate to your size. And you’d get to take out creeps like Krueger.”

“Yea,” Nancy smiled. “I think I’ll look into that.”

Red saw the SHADE truck that transports him pulling up to the scene, and he walked towards it. Before being out of earshot, he called to the teen, “You do that. In the meantime, I’ll take care of the things that go bump in the night.”