Authors note: Since there's no pairing list for Nightmare on Elm Street fanfiction I'm letting you know that this fiction focuses on Nancy and Freddy. That's all I'm going to say.
SHADOWS
Chapter One: Shrinks
"Okay hon. Let's try this again. Exactly what happens in these night terrors of yours?"
A woman glanced up at Dr. Bender's question, her face pale.
"Staring at me isn't going to help this problem Nancy. Your going to have to talk." The doctor clicked her pen against her notepad.
"Justgivemethepills."
"Sorry?"
"I just want the pills, Doctor." Nancy cleared her throat, "You told me last week that the they have a new medicine available for people like me-"
"-which will also not be approved by the FDA until next year and it may worsen your nightmares if I happen to let you take them now." Dr. Bender peered at Nancy over her rimmed glasses, "We also discussed that last week." She scribbled something down on her pad.
"But what if I don't care?"
Dr. Bender rolled her eyes.
Nancy glared at her. "Aren't you here to help me get better?"
"Of course, however-"
"However nothing! I've tried every damn method, every relaxation technique there is and it still doesn't do shit for me! I still see him, his face, and God, that fucking glove, every, single, night!"
Dr. Bender rose her eyebrows, "Now Nancy-"
"And-this isn't even supposed to be happening to me! I killed him a while ago. I'm twenty-one years old now and I'm supposed to be graduating university but I can't even do that because of.." Nancy trailed off. Her lip trembled.
"Because of Freddy?" Dr. Bender reached across the table and pushed a lock of hair behind Nancy's ear.
"Yeah...that bastard." Tears were now threatening to leak from Nancy's eyes.
Dr. Bender sat back in her chair for a few moments, her gaze never leaving Nancy's face. Her hand suddenly reached for something under the table.
Nancy wiped her nose with her sleeve. "Did you drop your pen or something?"
A long silence, and she soon realized that Dr. Bender had disappeared.
"Umm...hey, are you still... there?"
Silence. Then the lights overhead flickered. Empty footsteps created echoes around her.
A cold sweat began to trickle down Nancy's back. It couldn't be happening, not now. She helped herself up from the chair and glanced around until she spotted something that nearly made her scream.
A young girl, brunette and clad in a faded pink dress. She bore bloody slash marks across her body, representing the unmistakable symbol of-
"Freddy's coming soon," The girl giggled. "You better hide before he gets you too."
Another girl popped in the room, a higher pitch this time. "He's real angry too. He didn't like the way you fucked him over last time, Nancy."
Nancy shut her eyes tight and slapped her cheeks. "Okay, this isn't real! Come on, wake up!"
Screeeeech.
"Shit." Nancy froze.
Screeeeeeeech.
"Ready or not, here he comes!" The two girls giggled even harder and skipped away into nothingness.
Nancy now forced her eyes open. Her surroundings had warped into the reddish hue of the boiler room she was in six years ago. The same one she had wanted to forget.
Screeeech.
"What the hell do you want from me now Krueger?" Nancy carefully walked down the main path of the area, "Haven't you played enough games already, you son of a bitch?" Breathing heavily, she climbed the staircase to where she knew he would pop up in front, ready to kill like always.
"You can never play enough games." Someone whispered in her ear. Gentle, sweet, it was most defiantly not the growl of Freddy.
Nancy swallowed. She knew that voice well. Or used to.
"Glen?"
His warm hands touched her shoulders. "Yes, Nancy?"
"I-" She struggled to find words, "I know your dead, Glen. You can't exist."
"Why not?" His hands moved their way up to her neck, massaging it. "This is only a dream, after all. Enjoy it with me."
Nancy shrugged him off. "Your not the real Glen. And this isn't a dream, it's-"
"A nightmare?" Freddy sneered. His metal claws replaced Glen's fingers and closed around Nancy's throat.
She reacted immediately with a hard back kick into his torso. Hearing him fall, she ran forward as fast as she could.
One... two...Freddy's coming for you...
The voices of the two girls followed Nancy, almost mocking her in song as she tried to find a way out of the boiler room.
Three... four... better lock your door...
Her hands reached for the large ladder leading to the upper floor.
Five...six..get your crucifix.
The ladder crumbled into dust. Nancy is clutching nothing but air.
Seven...eight...gonna stay up late.
She fell on her back, knocked down by an invisible force.
Nine...ten...never sleep again.
Nancy whimpered. One of Freddy's claws scraped against her arm, her shoulder, her neck.
"It's time to say goodnight, Miss. Thompson," He raised his glove in the air...
"NO! NO PLEASE!" Nancy struggled against Freddy, who suddenly resembled the white blanket that had been over her the night before, not to mention that he felt like it too. In any other situation this might have been comical, but today it was only worth the heavy gasps of relief that came out of Nancy's mouth. Her hand then reached for the alarm clock out of habit.
9:15...don't I have to be somewher-?
"Darn. I'm late!" Nancy jumped up from her bed and ripped open her drawers for a clean pair of work pants. It was going to be a long day.