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- 1-The Re-Awakening
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Nightmare in Arkham
CHAPTER 1: "The Re-Awakening"

-"I've finally done it!" the Scarecrow cried with a victorious laugh holding a vial filled with dark-red fluid high in the air with his right hand, "Now I will no longer be known as the 'Master of Fear' but as the 'God of Nightmares'!"
From an early age Jonathan Crane, or Scarecrow as he is now known, carried a deep obsession with fear and phobias. He loved scarring people, seeing what made them tick, making his enemies cower at his feet. Unfortunately, this obsession would inevitably lead to his descent into insanity after the university he taught at dismissed him after his experiments on students and staff were taken to the extreme and became increasingly more dangerous. Humiliated, Jonathan swore revenge on society. He began experimenting with chemicals and toxins that would allow him to manipulate people's worst fears and he soon became the boogeyman of Gotham known as the Scarecrow. However, despite his countless attempts to bring Gotham City to its knees in sheer terror there was always one man who he could never break: Batman. The Dark Knight thrived on the fear of his enemies, much like Scarecrow. Except he used intimidation tactics to protect Gotham from what the city labeled as "freaks" and "outcasts". Unfortunately, this included the poor Dr. Crane whose plans Batman would always thwart again and again, throwing him inside of that God forsaken Hell hole known as Arkham Asylum, the ses pool of all of the miserable, twisted garbage that society got sick of looking at.
Well this time would be different because now the Scarecrow held in his hand a new fear toxin that he believed would make him invincible.
Three weeks ago while Jonathan was doing his time inside of his cold cell at Arkham after Batman had ruined his chance at taking the city yet again he passed his time peering through articles and books that talked about, what else, fear. But as he was browsing, one article caught his eye, one that dated back 30 years ago in a town far from Gotham called "Springwood". The article talked about a legend that began after a series of brutal murders befell a large number of the youths of Springwood. The legend centered on the belief, as described by many of the victims prior to their deaths, that the youths had been killed by the spirit of Freddy Krueger, a child murderer that had been burned alive in the town years before this article was released. Each of the victims claimed that upon falling asleep in their beds they immediately found themselves trapped in a nightmare where Freddy appeared before them in the form of their worst fears. They claimed he knew what each of their worst phobias were upon entering their dreams and used them to kill them within their own nightmares. It was rumored that the last victim Freddy tried to kill turned the table on him by bringing him into the real world, trapping him inside an old abandoned house on Elm street where he used to live before the child murders, then blowing him up with a bomb that the victim planted in the house before going to sleep. The blast killed the victim but Freddy's body was never recovered. Some claimed that the teen was the one responsible for the killing and that he planned his death in the explosion after his killing spree was complete. However, they did find one item that each of the other surviving teens claimed belonged to Freddy: a dark, battered fedora hat. The hat was taken into police evidence where it remained for 30 years.
Even Jonathan knew this story was very likely a hoax but after all of the crazy events that he had witnessed in Gotham he had decided it was worth checking into because if there really was a power that would allow him to manipulate people from within their dreams without the threat of the Batman coming after him, this was way too good an opportunity to pass up.
After Jonathan's release from Arkham he boarded the first flight to Springwood, Ohio with the intent of recovering Freddy's hat from the police. This was probably the easiest job he had ever done; not because the cops were so easy to control with the fear gas but because Batman was miles away and had no idea of his crime.
Upon returning to Gotham, Jonathan began studying the hat with complete concentration. He hoped to find a DNA sample on the hat that seemed out of the ordinary. He found just that: the DNA remnants looked nothing like human DNA, they seemed supernatural, otherworldly, like the stuff dreams were made of. After this discovery, Jonathan took a DNA sample from the hat and used it to create what he hoped to be his "Ultimate Fear Toxin". However, Jonathan wasn't planning on using this toxin like the others: he knew that the only way he would be able to harness the power he so desperately wanted would be to put the toxin into his own body.
-Scarecrow brought the vile in front of his face and studied it for a few moments. "If this works I won't just be able to take Gotham but the whole world as well", he said with a devious smile, "The first thing I think I'll do is pay Batman a little surprise visit and find out what skeletons he's hiding in his closet. Then I might even break out a few of my fellow outcasts from Arkham. I'm sure they would all love a chance at taking this whole, miserable world by the throat".
-Scarecrow paused for a moment to consider that last thought, tapping his index finger on his chin with one eyebrow cocked in the air. "Nah!" he said throwing his arm out in front of him, "Why should the God of Nightmares concern himself with such poor excesses for super criminals? If they wanted world domination so badly they would have taken their work a little more seriously instead of constantly letting the Bat interfere with their dreams".
-Scarecrow turned his attention back to his fear potion. "But you've interfered with my dreams for the last time Batman. Now it's my turn to interfere with your's".
-With a sinister chuckle, Scarecrow gulped down the toxin. The entire concoction went down his throat in one swig. He then turned his head and spit, as the toxin left a most unpleasant taste in his mouth. "Blah! This Freddy character even tastes like nightmares" he said. He then closed his eyes and began to wait for the toxin to take effect, expecting to transform into a supernatural entity, like "Jeykll and Hyde", or at the very least feel a significant increase in power surge through his body and mind. After a full minute, neither of these things happened.
-Scarecrow opened his eyes. Nothing had changed. He looked over his body searching for even the slightest effect from the toxin. He found none.
-"I don't understand," said Scarecrow with a clear tone of disappointment, "What did I do wrong?"
-He walked over to his work area where the hat stood alongside a microscope and several ingredients for his toxins. "The DNA on the hat clearly wasn't human! And drinking the chemical should have at least had some sort of bad side effect. Otherwise I just created something with absolutely no value at all!"
-Horrifying thoughts played through Scarecrow's head. What would his family in Arkham think if they saw him now? He could just picture them all laughing at him.
"Some God of Nightmares, freak!"
"Hey Johnny, if we ever need someone for Batman to beat up while we escape you'll be the first one we call!"
"Do something scary Johnny! Oh, that's right, you can't!"
"You couldn't even scare a crow from a bread crumb. You don't deserve the name 'Scarecrow'!"
-The thoughts played through the Scarecrow's mind like a never ending merry go round. The torments, the humiliation, the shame all built up inside of him until he erupted into a violent rage. Growling through his teeth, Scarecrow knocked everything in his work area onto the floor with one violent swing from his right arm. Glass and acid and fumes smashed down on the floor and sizzled loudly from being exposed to the air. Freddy's hat, which landed in the center of a giant pool of acid, melted away on the floor.
-Scarecrow removed his mask and sat down at his desk. He placed his hands over his head and grabbed handfuls of his orange hair. "Where did I go wrong?" he thought to himself.
-After a few moments in deep thought Jonathan came to a sudden realization: what if the toxin doesn't take effect until the person is asleep? Of coarse, it all made since now! In order for him to control people's nightmares Jonathan had to be inside of the dream world.
-Wasting no time, Jonathan went to his medicine cabinet and took out a bottle of NyQuil. He removed the cap and drank the entire bottle in 3 long swigs. The taste was extremely unpleasant but nowhere near as unpleasant as that toxin made from the DNA of someone who had been dead for over 3 decades.
-After washing out the taste Jonathan made his way to his bed. However, when he opened the door it didn't lead his bedroom. It led somewhere that still haunted Jonathan's nightmares: the old abandoned church where he developed his fear of bats. Every detail of that horrible place was exactly the way it was in his youth: dark, decrepit, all the windows were shattered, all of the interior was covered in dust, the floor boards creaked with every step he took, and when he took a step back an entire horde of bats came flying at him from the ceiling. The bats surrounded Jonathan and continued to claw and bite at him no matter how hard he fought back. Screaming and disoriented, Jonathan saw the doorway to the church was wide open this time and he made a quick dash out of the church. The bats flew out along with him and flew off shrieking into the sky.
-After regaining his bearings Jonathan opened his eyes and saw that he wasn't even at his hideout anymore. He was standing in the courtyard of the old church. "How can this be?" he said to himself.
-Jonathan rose to his feet and dusted himself off while gazing in dis-belief of his surroundings. Suddenly, he heard laughter close by. This laugh was one that Jonathan recognized but one he never thought he would hear again. He turned to his left and standing in front of him was Bo Griggs, a bully that Jonathan had paralyzed his senior year of high school after he and his girlfriend played a prank on him while leading him to believe his girlfriend, whom Jonathan had developed a crush on, had strong feelings for him.
-"You!" Jonathan angrily shouted at the tall, muscular athlete that stood before him. "Well, if isn't old Ichabod Crane" Bo said with an evil smirk.
-Suddenly it hit Jonathan: he was in the dream world. How else could he have ended up at this God-forsaken place with the boy he had destroyed years ago standing in front of him fully healed? Jonathan laughed. "You seriously think that insult is going to work on me now? Stupid boy!"
-The expression on Bo's face reverted to anger. "What did you just say to me, Scarecrow?" He said with a threatening tone.
-"You're even dumber than I thought if you think I'm going to take offense to that", Jonathan said with complete confidence, "I am the Scarecrow! The God of Nightmares! The Master of Fear..." Jonathan paused for a moment thinking of how he got his revenge on Bo in the real world. With an evil grin he continued "…and as far as I'm concerned you are Ichabod Crane and I am the Headless Horseman."
-Bo grabbed Jonathan by his coat and lifted him into the air. "And what makes you think that, freak?" He asked with a furious look on his face.
-Grinning at Bo, Jonathan explained, "Because I was the one who had the last laugh. Remember, when I attacked you dressed as a monster and made you run for your life? I even managed to kill your slut of a girlfriend and broke you forever".
-Bo paused for a moment then he began to laugh manically. "You have finally lost it haven't you, freak?" he said as he threw Jonathan to the ground where he landed in front of a mirror leaning against the wall of the church. When he looked at his reflection Jonathan saw that he was back in his shrimpy, lanky, teenage body. Jonathan was shocked and he backed away from the mirror. But he soon remembered that this was only a dream and that Bo couldn't actually hurt him.
-"Oh my! Do ya need a hand John?" said an unseen voice that came from a very soft-spoken woman. Jonathan looked up and saw the silhouette of the woman standing over him. Knowing that this was all a dream, Jonathan declined: "No that's quite alright".
-"Oh okay…"said the soft voice. Then suddenly the woman's voice turned loud and mocking: "…then how about a fist?!" it said as the woman struck Jonathan in the face and sent him flying to the ground. The strike actually hurt Jonathan and when he touched his face he noticed he had a bloody nose. He soon realized the dreams could harm him after all!
-The silhouetted woman stepped into view and reviled herself as the rotting corpse of Bo's girlfriend. Her face was covered in glass shards, her neck was broken and tiled involuntarily about her shoulders, her clothes were ripped and tattered and covered in blood, and her skin was purple grey.
-"Hi Johnny Cake!" the living dead girl shouted to him in a demonic voice, "What's the matter? The 'God of Nightmares' can't even handle poor, defenseless dame who's already dead?"
-Jonathan suddenly heard cruel laughter coming from all directions and when he turned around he saw everyone who had tormented him in the past standing around him laughing at him. They all began taunting and shouting at him:
"Some God of Nightmares, freak!"
"Do something scary Johnny! Oh, that's right, you can't!"
"Why don't you see if the Wizard of Oz can give you a brain, and some muscle Scarecrow?!"
"You couldn't even scare a crow from a bread crumb. You don't deserve the name 'Scarecrow'!"
-In the ensuing chaos all of Jonathan's tormentors began pelting him with rocks, something they commonly did to him in his youth. Each rock that hit him left scars and bruises all over his body. Jonathan began to run. He sprinted as fast as his scrawny legs would carry him into a cornfield beside the church. He could hear his tormentors running into the field after him.
-After a short time of running Jonathan became exhausted. He could still hear his tormentors running through the cornfield but they weren't heading in his direction.
-Jonathan stopped to rest by a scarecrow in the field. He put his hand on it so he could regain is composure. When he looked up at the scarecrow it wasn't like any scarecrow he'd ever seen in his life: It wore a red and green sweater, a dirty brown fedora hat (much like the one Jonathan had acquired in the real world), and, strangest of all, instead of a scythe it had a glove on its right hand with 4 long knives extending from the fingers like some sort of homemade claw.
-As Jonathan stared at the scarecrow he heard the footsteps of his enemies closing in on him. He knew it would be a matter of time before they found him. Jonathan grabbed the glove from the scarecrow and ducked back into the field out of view. When Bo and the rest of his tormentors made it to the scarecrow Jonathan waited inside the corn for the right moment to strike.
-When Bo walked right in front of where he was standing Jonathan leapt from his hiding place and slashed Bo across the chest. Bo spun around with 4 deep slashes in his chest before falling to the ground dead. Some of the others tried to attack Jonathan but he fended them off with a technique he developed in his youth called "violent dancing". With a series of dance moves combined with Kung Fu fighting moves using the glove as his weapon, Jonathan slaughtered dozens of his attackers leaving their shredded bodies lying on the ground in front of the scarecrow. The few remaining tormentors ran screaming into the cornfield leaving Jonathan and his slain enemies alone by the scarecrow.
-"Johnny" Called an ominous voice in the distance, "Johnny".
-Jonathan was startled by the voice and began turning in every direction to find where the voice was coming from. "Whose there?" He demanded, "Show yourself!"
-"Turn around" the voice insisted. Jonathan spun around, but all that stood behind him was the scarecrow.
-"Hello Johnny. We meet at last", said the voice.
-Jonathan started to back away from the scarecrow. "W-W-Who are you?"
-"Hehehehehehehe….You know who I am" the scarecrow said, but had no mouth and made no movement what so ever.
-Jonathan did know who it was, but he still could not comprehend it. "F-Freddy Krueger?", he asked puzzaled
-The voice let out a sinister laugh that sent chills down Jonathan's spine. "So, the Scarecrow has a brain after all"
-Jonathan couldn't believe it. "So the legend was true. You are real!"
-"Right again Johnny", Freddy answered, "and I also know you're trying to take up my mantle". The sky grew dark as grey clouds blocked out the light from the sun in the field. Lightening began striking from the heavens, igniting the field in a blaze. "You're trying to steal my thunder!"
-Jonathan was terrified. He tried to run but the field was nearly fully engulfed in flames. "NO! I swear! I meant you no harm-", Jonathan was cut off by a bolt of lightening that struck one of the corpses on the ground, causing it to explode in a loud flash of light causing that Jonathan to fall on his back and sent small flames flying through the air where they landed on the remaining bodies, lighting them up in flames as well. Jonathan frantically tried to beg "Please, don't kill me! I swear I'll never even think of stealing your legacy again! In fact, I'll even give up my obsession with fear, I'll never try and spread it again!"
-The lightening ceased. "Aw, now that's too bad, Johnny. Because I actually think that glove looks good on you."
-Jonathan opened his eyes and looked at the scarecrow, confused. A final bolt of lightening came down and struck the scarecrow and it exploded in a flash of fire. "Who better to continue my legacy than the Master of Fear in the waking world" Freddy said, only now that the scarecrow was gone there was no telling where his voice was coming from. As the voice continued to speak Jonathan looked around to see if he could find where Freddy was. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble to gain my power. If you really wanted me so bad…..all you had to do was say 'please'".
-Suddenly, Jonathan felt a searing pain inside of his stomach. "But since you already have me inside of you, I think I'll just take your body instead. Thanks for opening the gate for me Johnny boy". Jonathan threw his head back and let out an agonizing cry of pain. Fire erupted from his mouth and eyes. Soon Jonathan's entire body was engulfed in flames, which incinerated his skin leaving only a skeleton. The skeleton, still surrounded in fire, stood up right as the fire took shape around the bones and molded into Freddy's body. The fire then took on the solid figure of Freddy. The re-awakening was complete, Freddy was alive and ready to kill again!
-Freddy transformed his surroundings into his preferred setting: his infamous boiler room. "Now, let's see what's on the menu" he said as he turned to one of the walls. He pointed the index finger of his glove at the wall, causing it to split open revealing a sort of television screen that told Freddy where he was and who he had to choose from. When he saw the city he was in and the kinds of people that resided in the city, Freddy threw his head back and let out a loud, sinister cackle that echoed through the boiler room. "Look out Gotham, there's a new freak in town" Freddy said with an evil grin on his face, "But soon, there's going to be only one".
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