A/N: Wow, a whole new fandom. Great. Another story I didnt need, but will do anyways. Ah, well.
I have been introduced to the great world of Freddy Krueger and Nightmare on Elm Street, and I LOVE IT! I dont know why, or how, but...Im hooked. I even like the new one. This is my first story that I've done that has nothing to do with Transfomers or Anything of that sort. Im not too sure if I took any liberties.....Please, tell me how you like it?
The girl sighed, settling further onto her bed. She pulled the covers over her, tucking them in as she closed her eyes. A soft breeze filtered through the open window, making the curtains ruffle and billow towards the girl. The tree that was outside tapped against the house s if in warning, but the girl was already asleep, her eyes flickering under her lids in time with her dreams.
She opened her eyes as a loud smash echoed through the quiet house. Something had fallen and broke downstairs in the kitchen. She sighed, throwing back the covers as she pulled her fuzzy Nightmare before Christmas blanket over her pajamas. She groaned, wiping sleepily at one eye as she walked out of her room towards the stairs. The damn cat probably went psycho again and pushed off mother's favorite mug from the drying rack. She walked quietly down the carpeted steps, the moonlight reflecting off of the wooden dining room floor and creating dancing patterns on the walls. She smiled as she walked into the kitchen, a potted plant smashed onto the floor. There was a meow from behind her, and she crouched down, reaching slowly for the offending cat.
"Tiger, you dumb animal, plants are not for smashing, even in dreams." She said, and she got out the broom and dustpan, sweeping up the fragments and the dirt, the plant already lying in the trashcan. She cleaned it up, letting the blanket fall to the ground as a pair of wings sprouted from her back. She smiled, flexing them as the cat took off. She walked out of the house, letting the landscape become more woods, less city-like. Her Neighborhood, Elm Street, became her nightly dream haunt, the soft grass underfoot and the calm lake lapping onto shore.
She hummed under her breath, grinning from ear to ear as she took off, letting the cool night wind blow over her form as she flew through the clouds. She spun, closing her eyes and letting the wind take her where ever it wanted. Down below her, she could hear a pack of wolves howling out their pack song, on the hunt. A herd of horses in the next valley took off, and far in the distance, the now familiar abandoned factory that had plagued her dream world since she moved to Elm Street.
It had only been a month, but she had discovered the factory the first night in the house. Every time she started to explore it, it became more tangled, like a living labyrinth. And when she was inside, she could feel the evil radiating off of the metal. She could even hear things, voices, screams. A haunted laugh chased her out once. But she wasn't afraid. She was never afraid in her dreams. She only had a Nightmare once.
She landed outside of the nearest door, her wings folding back into her skin. She closed her eyes, breathing in the calm scent of her dream world. She braced herself, opening the door and walking in. She noticed the temperature change at first; outside it was always cool, with a slight breeze, but in here, it was hot, the heat and humidity pressing on a person. There were the flames that were never extinguished, no matter what she did to them or when she explored.
The voices were not there today. She sighed, leaning on the pipes closest to her as she closed her eyes. The laugh started right n front of her, and her eyes flew open, only to see….nothing. No one was there. There was the screech of metal, almost like nails on a chalk board from her left, and she turned her head, looking for it. She started to hum again, the tone drowning out the sound of the laugh. A voice whispered close, seeming to snake around her.
"You'll never take over my kingdom, bitch." Said the voice, and the girl shuddered, suddenly furious. She stood up, flames flickering to life on her skin as she stormed out of the factory, the cool air helping her to calm down. She left the door open, and she half turned to it as something glimmered in the darkness. A shadow of a man with a fedora and four shining fingers (knives?) was standing in the doorway. He lifted one hand (shining bright, death from darkness) and the door slammed shut with one last echoing laugh. She stormed off, letting her wings reform and flying out the rest of her dream in confusion and anger. Below her, three girl in white dresses were playing jump rope, singing a haunting song.
"One , two, Freddy's coming for you…"
Inside the factory, the man smiled, tapping a pipe with his shining claws. His burnt skin oozed as his red and green sweater bunched up, revealing more burnt flesh.
"A new one? A little girl….its been….so long….." he said, and he smiled, lost in his memory of the girl he saw. She had had no fear in her eyes when she was in his domain. He would have to change that. And to think, she entered on her own free will.
"You're one of my children now. "He laughed again, walking off and trailing his knives along the pipes, causing sparks to fly and a shriek of protesting metal to echo through the room. He knew what he was going to do. After all, curiosity has killed the cat before.
A/N: the girl will have a name, if this story is well liked enough or if the plot keeps moving fast enough. Which ever one come first.