Disclaimer: Maybe I shouldn't put this up. && See what happens.

...Maybe not. I'm a chicken. So.. No, I don't own a Nightmare on Elm Street.

A/N: Wow. I'm writing a NON- Harry Potter story ? Such a SHOCK. Well I saw a Nightmare On Elm Street 2010 some time ago, but I never got around to writing a story. I think this movie is the booommmbbbb & Quentinnn iss sooo hottt(: This isn't very good, because I wrote this sitting at a kitchen table in Ohio while 3 little cousins are fighting about seats at a table because I had nothing better to do. Hopefully you love ittt(:

The Beginning of the End
By: xXHarryPotterXx

"I'm just glad your safe."

Gwen put her keys and purse onto the table, and when she bent back up, the burnt figure Nancy had been trying to escape appeared behind her. Blood gushed from her eye sockets, where Freddy had shoved his knifes through. Nancy stood there, doing what anybody else would be doing.

Screaming.

Freddy dragged her through the mirror, which was blood streaked. He had taken her mother, and all Nancy could see was her reflection. When she was done, she ran to the door, hoping to find somebody to help her.

She ripped open the door as fast as she could, and who was standing in front of her was someone she didn't expect.

Freddy.

He swung his claw at her, and she tried to run up her stairs, but he was too fast. He grabbed at her ankle, causing her to trip. She turned to look at him, still laying on the ground. "You thought it was over, didn't you?" He said, laughing his sick and twisted laugh. He raised his claw up, and aimed at her chest.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Nancy sat up quickly, looking at where she was. Her room.

"Nancy? Nancy, are you okay?" Gwen walked into her room, a look of panic on her face. Nancy, who was relieved, sighed. "Yeah, mom. Just a bad dream."

"Nancy… This can't still be happening. Not after everything that happened last night… What with the preschool, and your friend Quentin's still in the hospital, and-"

"I know, Mom. I know." Gwen sat down next to Nancy on her bed, and hugged her. When they pulled apart, she stroked Nancy's hair.

"Honey, listen to me," Nancy looked up, "it's over."

Except it's not.