*A/N - *Nightmare on Elm Street...not mine

This is a story I began quite some time ago, and took down from Fanfiction for reasons I can no longer remember. Regardless, I'm putting it back up as I go through and edit each chapter, and will be finishing it once and for all. Hope those of you who read enjoy.


"Every kid knows who Freddy is. He's like Santa Claus... or King Kong." He has become a legend in and of himself, and until now he was a figment of Wes Craven's imagination. Yet, Craven himself theorized that if something was so thoroughly believed in, if all the world knew of an entity and in the corners of their minds wondered at the possibilities of actual existence, it could be created. All Freddy needed to at least partially exist was for people to continue to believe in him through the movies, but the movies stopped. Freddy grew bored. With no one to terrorize or kill, he had turned into a dark spot in the backs of the generation before's mind. And then suddenly he was back, brought from the depths of the cutting room floor to battle another horror movie icon, Jason Voorhees. Freddy didn't appreciate his character being placed in a movie where not only was his defeat embarrassing, but he was not even really given the opportunity to feed on the terror of those teenagers he so often sought, and so he planned his escape. He no longer wished to be a pawn of the creators of films. All he needed was one more movie. One chance for escape, and then, he would take it, and the supply of dreams would be endless. Or, so he thought. Escape would be more difficult than he had planned.

ELMELMELMELMELMELM

A fireball engulfed the two titans of horror, and Freddy screamed at a pitch that made the onlookers crouch down and cover their ears. Jason remained silent, but he too was engulfed in the flames and fled to theonly means of escape he could find, the same lake he drowned in all those years before. Freddy followed behind Jason, and the two splashed in the water for a few moments, before Jason sunk into the depths. Freddy laughed at the onlookers and waved at them with his razored began to swim back towards shore, and the couple looking hugged each other in fright. Suddenly, from depths, the machete Jason was so known for flashed through the air, disappearing behind and reappearing in front of Freddy's chest. With a glance down at the intruding object, Freddy took one more glance at the pair before sinking into the water, followed behind by Jason.

As the credits bean all Max could do was roll his eyes. "Are you serious? That's the end? That was the worst piece of crap I've ever seen in my entire life." He got up to leave the three other members of his party followed behind.

"Max, what is wrong with you? I pull every string imaginable to get you tickets to this premiere and all you can do is say it's a piece of crap? Why do you even watch these movies?" The four walked out of the Chicago theater, underneath a bright marquee declaring, "Tonight Only: Premiere of Freddy Vs. Jason two: Evil has returned."

"Oh lighten up Chris, Max has a very special connection with Freddy, don't you Max?" Chris' girlfriend, Sarah, laughed as she held onto his arm. "I mean, you do talk about the movies all the time, and you even write fanfiction about the guy," she teased.

"Leave him alone, guys." This came from Max's girlfriend, Brittany.

"Look, I don't know how many times I have to explain to you guys. I've always just…felt like I need to see the movies ok. I mean, the guy did kill me in a dream once. You're not supposed to die in dreams. It's a bit troubling." The words seemed ridiculous, but Max's face was all seriousness. The group were now walking passed the poster for the film when Max jerked to a hault and looked up at the face that haunted him.

"What's wrong?" Brittany stared at her boyfriend with concern. "Max? Max, are you all right?" Max seemed frozen in place. He continued to stare into the eyes of the character on the poster, and for all intents and purposes had left the world around him.

Chris walked over to his solemn friend and gave him a slight nudge on the shoulder. "Max, are you in there?" Suddenly Max jerked away from the poster and fell to the cement below, barely missing the gutter and the cars that were sure to pass by.

"Max," Brittany said with more than a little fear joining the concern in her voice. "What happened? Are you ok? Talk to me Max, tell me what's wrong?"

"N-n-nothing." The slight stutter that Max hid so well, had come to the surface, and his friends knew that, try as he might to deny it, something had startled him. Face flushed, and barely able to stand, Max tried his best to feign the concern being pressed on him. "I just…I'm tired. It's late, and it's been kind of overwhelming. I mean come on guys," He jumped up, seeming to be full of energy once more, "How many celebrities did we meet tonight? This is a once in a lifetime sorta thing for us. I got to meet Wes Craven for crissake! Can't believe the guy let them do this to Freddy, but never mind that, I've met Wes Craven!"

The much more invigorated mood of their friend seemed to spark new life into the party, and they continued down the street to the diner they so often frequented on their late night outings.

No one seemed to notice that Max had once again grown quiet, and his normally vibrant blue eyes, had become very pale.


So...please r/r if you could, greatly appreciated.