Rurrlock & ShadowLord's A Nightmare on Elm Street: The Sandman-The Extended Cut

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Note: So here is the extended cut of the sequel to 'A New Nightmare'; this cut will include new scenes, more deaths and some slight differences between this and the normal cut. Hope that you enjoy!

Characters created by ShadowLord1329 and Wes Craven

Story created by ShadowLord1329 and Rurrlock-God of Power

1st Draft written by ShadowLord1329

2nd (Extended) Draft written by Rurrlock-God of Power

Chapter 1: Going Home

Wednesday 1st April 1981

The white painted walls and eerie silence made the hallway almost seem like the passage way to heaven; and the four walking down the corridor were lucky this was just the hallway at Westin Hills, and not the afterlife passage. All four looked about 16; one boy and three girls, each one with a different expression of frustration and wanting; as if they haven't been apart of the outside world for months…and it sure felt like that for Steven, Megan, Tabby, and Becky.

It's been over two weeks since that night; the night they risk everything to stop the ultimate evil. A serial killer that can invade dreams; and made them relive their worst nightmares…nightmares that could actually kill them. No matter how much they've told themselves he's dead, they saw him burn and even saw in the news the remains of his body being loaded up, they each grow this sinister feeling that he's still alive…in the waking world or dream.

Steven was the most convinced that Freddy wasn't dead; he remembers Wesley's tale of the other world where Freddy died and he still had his powers, if it could happen then, it could happen here. The others were doing their best to try to move on and forget about what happened, they've all lost loved ones in their battle with Freddy, friends they've known for years. It was hard to move on; no matter what the doctors said.

They were to be released today; the group all tried to make their story seem as plausible as possible, of course no one would believe them. But also because knowledge of Freddy could bring him back from the dead…again. So it was their secret; the truth of what really happened on Elm Street, and they've kept the secret even now as they wait in the room for their rides home.

Steven and Becky sat together; Megan was pacing back and forth, while Tabby was standing close by the door, her eyes fixed on the ground.

''Feels like we've been here for years'' Megan said.

''If we told them what really happened we would be here for years! No matter how truthful we try to sound, they think we're crazy!'' Tabby stuttered.

''At least we know we're not'' Becky tried to comfort the group; but Tabby just walked further from them ''Speak for yourself!'' She spat

Tabby has been taking all of this the hardest; she was treated the worse by the doctors because they believe her to be the most unstable. She claimed to still she Ryan Johnston at night; and this didn't go well with Steven, he never liked being reminded of his dead cousin ''Guys we're being released, so let's pretend he doesn't exist for a little longer'' He said.

Steven has handled the strict sessions better than the others. Megan was extremely intimidated by the doctors, and the way they acted towards her didn't help. And whenever Becky would step in to defend her; the doctors would consider her a danger…she was just a 16 year old girl, what kind of danger was there?

''Tabatha Gillespie, Steven Johnston, Rebecca and Megan Starks…report to the release bay'' The speakers went off; and the four did as they were told. They were already in their normal clothes; and their stuff was already packed to go home, the only problem they had was their parents weren't picking them up…they were being dropped off by their two least favourite people in Weston Hills.

''Bet you're all feeling glad to be going home tonight!'' Dr. Wes Craven said as the four walked towards him and his assistant.

''And before you go home, Dr. Craven and I will talk to you about this'' Dr. Johnny Depp said as he handed each of them bottles of some kind of tables.

''What are these?'' Steven asked.

''The newest miracle to the world…Hypnocil!''

''What does it do?'' Becky asked now.

''It's to suppress your dreams'' Dr. Depp stated. The four were hesitant at first; they were never told of this drug before, and it just didn't seem right that they were given it just as they leave.

''Has this even received FDA approval?'' Megan asked.

''We can assure you that these drugs are safe; and will ensure you many peaceful nights'' Dr. Craven said as he and Dr. Depp walked out the door, and the group followed…none of them had taken the Hypnocil yet.

The journey was silent; the two doctors were in the front seats, while the others sat in the back of the van on their way to Springwood.

''So how was your stay?'' Dr. Craven turned and asked, none of them answered.

Another ten minutes later, and the van pulled up at Becky and Megan's house. Megan got out first; taking in the sight of seeing her front yard and house again, how she missed it. Becky gave Steven one last hug and kiss before getting out and standing next to her sister. The door shut, and the van drove off. The two heard the front door open; and bursting out of the door was their mum and dad, along with their pet German Shepard.

It was nothing but hours of questions and worry from the parents; wanting to know everything that happened to their 'babies'. Becky and Megan talked about how they were stalked by someone (Of course they didn't say how or who), and that they were looked after well (Not, they thought) at the hospital.

Pretending that they were tired, despite the fact they were, Becky and Megan went to their shared bedroom, hoping to get some peace and quiet. They got it; but still they couldn't sleep, they didn't want to sleep. They trusted the Hypnocil just as much as they could throw it into space and go fly after it; it just didn't seem safe, what if it just made things worse? Like they never wake up again. But was the Hypnocil the reason they couldn't sleep.

''You still awake?'' Megan whispered over to Becky. Both their beds on the opposite sides of the room; it's been like that since their bitter rivalry over Steven started.

''You?'' Becky replied.

''I can't sleep''.

''Neither can I'' Becky got out, at the same time as yawing ''I want to sleep, but at the same time I don't want to sleep''.

''Cause of him'' Megan said before she could stop herself. Becky turned over to face her sister; and even though the dark room made it hard to be certain, but she could have swore it looked like Megan was holding back tears ''Everytime I close my eyes, I'm afraid that I'll see him again. That he'll get me…and get you''.

''He's not…'' Becky said before Megan tore herself up with her words ''He's dead. There is no way he could survive that; we won, you, me, Steven, Tabby, Wendy…'' Now Becky was chocked up by her words; they won, but at a horrible price, friends they've known for years just gone. She kept trying to tell herself that they didn't die in vain, Freddy was in hell where he belongs, but does Ryan, Nick, Teresa, Kristin or Wendy belong in Heaven…yes, but not yet, they were still so long.

Then Megan whispered ''Do you…want to move the beds together, like we did before?''

Becky couldn't talk at the moment, she just nodded instead. Silently, so not to wake their parents; they pushed the beds together, and laid down hoping being together would help them. Like when they were little and had nightmares; but the nightmares back then weren't anything like what they had two weeks ago.

''Wow, I feel like I'm five years old again'' Becky said.

''I know, we haven't been proper sisters since…'' Megan didn't want to say anymore so not to offend Becky; the last time they were like this was when Megan was going out with Steven.

''Since it was you and Steven'' Becky finished; earning a surprised look from Megan, normally Becky didn't like being reminded that she wasn't Steven first ''You know I forgive you''.

''I know, but I'm still finding it hard to forgive myself''.

''Why?''

''Because…it could have been you Becky, I could have lost you. And I don't want to lose you''.

At first Becky didn't respond, trying to find the right words for a speech like that is quite hard; then she thought of something ''How about a restart?''

''What do you mean restart?'' Megan asked.

''I mean like treat eachother like proper sisters. No more fighting, no more rivalries, you know…like all of the things that happened between us for the past few years never happened. What do you say?''

Megan felt at ease, and a smile appeared on her face ''A restart huh? I like that'' She really did, in a way this is what she wanted. The two didn't bother with the Hypnocil; but they never did fall asleep, they just talked about whatever came up. Whether it was new shoes, new students at school, or that cool new singer Michael Jackson. For the first time in years; they had a proper sister's talk.

Elsewhere; the van pulled up outside a middle-class looking house…Steven's house.

''Ok, here we are Mr. Johnston'' Dr. Craven called.

Steven got out of the van and turned to Tabby ''See ya around?''

Tabby didn't reply, or maybe didn't hear. She didn't turn to Steven; she just stared out the window looking up at the trees. Steven thought she might still need some time; so backed up as the van door closed and drove off in the direction of Tabby's house. Steven opened his door and walked into his house; how good it felt to be in his own home and sleep in his own bed tonight. Steven lived alone always did and always will, until he gets married.

Walking up his stairs to his room, he looked at the pictures hung up on the wall. One of his parents and little sister; after all this time wishing to know who was their killer, the fact that it was Freddy angered Steven to the pressure point. The police and his other close relatives always talked about how maybe it was someone that needed money really bad and had no choice; but Freddy, was a cold blooded killer, that enjoyed nothing more than death.

In his room, Steven sat on his bed, taking in one deep breath after another. What was wrong? Freddy is dead, that's what he wants, but why does he still feel like he's out there. Maybe because he didn't see Freddy burn; but the fire was so intense, Steven had to get out. Those flames…Steven didn't know what terrified him more, Freddy or the fire. Shaking off the thoughts, Steven reaches into his pocket and pulls out his Hypnocil.

He wasn't too sure about this; Megan said something about this not even being approved, the doctors didn't reply. Which meant they were 100% certain it was safe or this was 100% hazardous; but still, if there's a chance it can stop him having nightmares of Freddy he might as well try. He gulps down the standard two pills and plops down on his bed, hoping to sleep peacefully for the first time in weeks.

The clock read 4:00am; Steven was still like a statue, his first decent sleep for what seemed like eternity…until a small noise caused his eyes to flicker open a bit. And during that flicker, it looked like he saw a shadow in the room. Steven sat up slightly; looking around he saw nothing, he was too tired to be worried of a boogeyman. He lies back down and closes his eyes, then a light reflecting off of something causes him to leap out of his bed.

''It can't be him, it can't be him…'' Steven whispered to himself over and over; the shadow moves across the room to fast for Steven to get a proper look, but it was enough to tell the shadow was human size. Steven races over to is drawer, taking out a knife and quickly switches on the lights. He then feels a tingling sensation on his lips; and as the lights turn on, Steven jumps back seeing Tabby standing right in front of him, kissing him.

''Jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing here Tabby? Besides giving me a heart attack!'' Steven nearly shouts out, but his lack of breath prevents him from going above a whisper.

''Aww, a little tense tonight are we?'' Tabby said seductively as she moved closer to Steven ''Come on can I stay here please?'' She winked and raised her skirt to reveal her red thong.

Steven moves away from her; half still scared, and half shocked ''Tabby, I thought we were done with this?''

''Please, I'll promise I'll be good. Nothing but the two of us tonight Ryan!'' Tabby says as she tries to move onto Steven again. But Steven grabs her hands and looks at her puzzled ''Ryan? Tabby it's me, Steven!''

Tabby was still smiling at Steven; but after a few seconds, it looked as if she just realized where she was and who she was looking at. Her smile turned upside down; and she backed away from Steven instantly ''Oh, sorry…it's just…you look like him so much''.

At this point, Steven felt sorry for Tabby. He had no clue how much she cared for his cousin; she mentioned him a couple of times at the hospital, but Steven never listened intently cause he never liked being reminded of his death. He thought he was the most affected by it; and yet he's Tabby, convinced that he was Ryan. Tabby was coiling herself up, and was now as red as a tomato.

''I…I should go'' She whispers, never making eye contact with Steven. She opens the door to leave; but then she hears some commotion going on behind her. She turns and sees that Steven has pulled out one of his guest beds.

''There, just say until the morning''.

Tabby still didn't make any eye contact with him; she just lied down and was asleep in a flash, not even caring about whether she took her Hypnocil or not. Steven went back into his bed; and tried to go back to sleep himself, he eventually did, before he does he tries to imagine how all of them are going to deal with all this. But if they survived Freddy's terror; they'll survive his memory.

''Why don't I get a gun? I'm a cop I need a gun'' The 18 year old police rookie Taylor Swansong said to his more experienced partner next to him in the car.

''You've only been in the job for a day; and I wouldn't trust you with a gun standing behind me'' Officer Rogan joked.

''I know, but when do I get one?''

''Soon, soon…I'm heading off to get something to eat. Watch the car!'' Rogan ordered as he got out of the car. Taylor rolled down the window ''And that's another thing, why do I have to look after the car?''

''Cause she's brand new like yourself. Won't be too long'' With that; Rogan walks off down the empty street, leaving Taylor alone in the car.

''Don't die of old age before you get back'' Taylor muttered to himself, as he leaned back into his seat. Letting out a loud yawn, he stretches out his arms and rests his head on his seat getting comfy. Then he hears some kind of laughing coming from the streets in front of him. Taylor ignores it; probably just some drunk teen or crazy hobo.

''AHHHHH!'' And then there were the screams of hundreds of children from the same direction.

''What the hell?'' Taylor jumped out of the car, pulling out his baton and walks forward to where he heard the screams. Slowly taking one step at a time; he looks down all the foggy alleys, there was nothing. The air was cold; the wind howled and whipped at Taylor, literally it felt like the wind was whipping him. The fog became stronger the further Taylor walked on, until it was impossible to see. It was quiet again; even the sound of the wind had stopped. Thinking it was just his mind playing tricks, Taylor turns and heads back to his car.

The fog was going away gradually, and with the fog gone…so was the car. Taylor looked at the street he was on; this was where the car was parked. Surely it couldn't have been towed? Then from the sides of Taylor; as the fog disappeared and revealed the buildings again, Taylor realized they weren't buildings anymore.

Getting a clearer view; they looked like fences, and behind those fences were shadows, shadows dressed in black and white prison uniforms. The young officer stood in between the two fences, as far from them as he could possibly get. The shadows acted so human…or more inhuman; chuckling evilly, pacing left to right and some were whacking against the fence, causing Taylor to panic and he runs down the road hoping to evade the fence. But it just seemed to go on forever; nothing but infinite prison fences on either side of him.

Then an awful sound fills Taylor's ears…the sound of a gate opening. And his fear is confirmed as he turns and sees an open gate; and shadow hands gliding on the metal, making a scarping noise. Taylor backs off, but gets too close to the fence behind him. A shadow hand reaches out and grabs him by his hair; Taylor screams hoping that someone would hear him, but who could hear him? He didn't even know where he was.

He pulls away from the shadow's grip; but some of his hair is pulled out, he stumbles forward towards the open gate in front of him. Then the gate unattaches itself from the fence and springs onto Taylor, trapping him inside. Taylor shakes and bashes against the fence, but it was no use, he's trapped. And the shadows have now surrounded him; they circle the cage and start chanting…

''One Two, He's coming for you…

Three Four, Better Lock your door…

Five Six, Grab your crucifix…

Seven Eight, Better stay up late…

Nine Ten, he's back again!''

They keep doing this; circling and singing, with everlasting patience. Taylor slowly succumbs to the terror that surrounds him; for what seems like days now, he waits for the shadows to either leave or get to him. Days turn to weeks; and Taylor loses all hope of escaping, he just wants his torture to end. And like they read his mind…the shadow hands reach in and grab him; some get his arms, some his legs, all over his body hands grab…and pull at him.

His body is slowly ripped apart by the hands; the blood gushes against the fence and the shadows. In the background watching the show, is a man, but not a shadow. He wore a burnt red and green sweater; a brown hate and on his right hand was a glove with four knives for fingers. And his whole body was completely burnt to a crisp…Freddy Krueger.

He felt so powerful; in the dream world, despite the burns he was God here. But as Taylor's life ended, so did his dream; the world shifted back into reality. The shadows and fences disappeared; all that was left was the police car, with the dismembered body of Taylor inside, and Freddy leaning against the car to stop himself from falling. His breathing was erratic, and he was still bleeding from the scares on his body.

He wanted the dream to last longer; he was weak in this world. In the previous timeline; living like this was of no concern because he already was dead. But now, he was always on the brink of life; he use to create nightmare for the thrill of it, now he has to do it to survive…and he knows whose fault that was.

Using his glove he unlocks the car, climbs in, and thanks to being in Taylor's mind he hacks the search pad and types in a name. He wanted revenge, he needed revenge; he was what he feared most…powerless. And he was going to make the person pay; finding the person on the pad, he acquires the address and drives off. On the pad…

Steven Johnston

13 Armoldo Street

Springwood

To Be Continued…

So, just setting things up here. Freddy is alive, but only just, and the group are trying to restart their lives. The next chapter may not be realesed for about a week or two cause of other projects, and I have college so busy time for me. Next time- The story begins to unfold as Steven makes a discovery that could change everything about dreams, and the others are finding their restarted lives aren't what they're cracked up to be. Hope to hear from you all soon!