The Beginning
He was evil in flesh…but when they killed him he became something much worse
When Roy spilled his cup of water his heart stopped as he heard his teacher say
---Go to the boiler room and ask Mr. Krueger for a mop
He as well as other children knew the rumors of "Mr.Krueger" as the suspect of the many
disappearances and murders of the children of Springwood Elementary. He left the classroom with
a fear in his face that any 8 year old would feel knowing he was about to stare death in the face.
He strolled through the corridors singing Old McDonald to clear his mind and calm himself down.
Everyone was afraid of their basement at one time as a kid, but Roy feared the person who was
lurking down in the darkness just waiting for his next catch. But… nah he's just a creepy man who
means no harm, Roy thought to himself… or did he? As he became close to the boiler room the
silence of the hallways became whispers and eventually screams of the suffering children who
went missing before him. Roy took silent and steady steps as he entered the stare case to hell,
where a strong smell of must and steam entered his nostrils and gave him a deep sense of panic.
He looked all around the giant room filled with pipes, dirt and the boiler which roared like an
angry lion who warned him to stay away.
---Mr.Krueger are you there? I need a mop, yelled Roy.
But he received no answer. That horrible feeling of bewilderment struck upon him and made him
turn towards the stair case when suddenly…
There he was, the man who had his life in his hands.
---So you need a mop do you? Freddy said with an evil grin that made Roy's mouth dry
He was a man about in his early forties. He was tall and thin with dark blonde hair and blue eyes.
Though these features normally don't terrify or intimidate people , there was something about him
that struck fear in the hearts of the little children.
---Yuh yuh yesss Mister Freddy… uh I mean Krueger sir!!!
---There are none down here but… I might just have one in my van. Here are the keys, it's in the
back. Don't you try to steal my van now.
Roy took the keys and left the room running faster than an Olympic sprinter. He climbed those
stairs tripping a few times but never taking his eyes of his back.
He walked out of the school towards the parking lot to Freddy's old Chevy van. He opened the
back and entered the van where he saw a wooden mop laying on the van, he entered to retrieve it.
When he got close enough he reached for it but he was grabbed by the leg by a familiar arm.
Freddy took him and rammed him against the floor and tied his arms, legs and mouth shut. He felt unconscious.
---If you make any move our sound I'll gut you like the damn little piglet that you are. Whispered Freddy with burning hate in his eyes.
Freddy took the mop and walked back towards the school to Mrs. Martinez's classroom. Without
even breaking a sweat and feeling perfectly calm as if what he where doing was perfectly normal
He knocked on the door and said:
--- Miss little Roy came looking for a mop so I brought it.
---But, where is Roy? said Martinez with a puzzled face.
---Oh he was complaining of headaches so the nurse sent him home.
---He did look a little pale before.
---I shall take my leave, Good day miss.
---Good day.
The school bell rang dispatching all students which either got picked up by their parents or walked
home, some kids like Roy. The devil himself was taking him to a place where not even his
memory would survive. Not only would he butcher his body but also his soul. Roy awakened, his
big brown eyes observed a dusty old basement full of pictures and newspaper clippings of the missing children. A boy his age wondered what he did so bad to get "punished" this way.
It was the beginning of the end.
The beast entered the room with a dirty glove with razor sharp knives on each finger. He came
towards Roy laughing hysterically with a lust in his eyes for blood and carnage. All Roy could
think about was " WHY ME"???. A thought that probably went through the minds of many
children before him. Krueger approached him with out saying a word stuck his glove into the boys
chest, his eyes burned with a raging hate that could see the fear in the little boy's face as he came
into a state of shock, leaving the boy suffering for about ten seconds. As he removed the glove he
took the boys blood and tasted it which made him feel like a god. He was becoming great at his
task and was taking a sick passion for the flesh and blood of the Elm Street children.
This is my take on a prequel to the Nightmare on Elm Street series I hope everyone enjoys it. I would appreciate if everyone who reads this leaves their opinion on the message(review) board to see if the liked it and if they didn't, suggest some changes I should put for the next chapters.
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