ATTENTION: CHAPTER 1 REWRITTEN! After a lot of thinking I came to the conclusion that Amanda was not already a nun when she was locked in the tower ward, but that the awful events then were responsible for her decision to release Freddy for adoption and to join the local convent. For a further explanation take a look at my weblog (http/ Therefore I had to rewrite the first chapter, changing it from 100 maniacs and 1 nun to 100 maniacs and 1 nurse!
Author's note: This story is for all people who have wondered like me what really happened to Amanda Krueger during the days of her captivity in Westin Hills. This is definitely not a humorous story, and although it starts rather harmless it will contain some very brutal and violent scenes later on which are definitely not suitable for kids under 17! Therefore it's M-Rated and I don't want to be hold responsible for any psychic damage or nightmares or whatever resulting of reading this fic! Despite this – have fun and gimme some nice feedback! ;-)))
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of NOES, all rights belong to New Line Cinema and Wes Craven
Tower ward of Westin Hills, 1941
Constant murmur filled the air, only occasionally interrupted by screams and lunatic laughter. Dull and reddish light dunked the vast hall, shining through small and dirty windows high above the ground. A horrible smelliness of sweat, vomit, excrements and illness, burning in the lungs like acid, made it almost impossible to breathe.
About hundred people were imprisoned in the huge tower ward of the psychiatric hospital Westin Hills, pent-up like animals. Dressed in torn and scummy tatters most of the men walked in endless circles, others stood motionless in strange poses or vegetated in dark corners. They were the worst of all criminals. Sociopaths, rapists, murderers, child molesters, fire raisers – every one by them mentally insane.
A
hundred maniacs.
And one nurse.
Her name was Amanda Krueger. She wore a white dress with a hood covering her brown hair, not unalike from a cassock. With several clean blankets under her arm she slowly made her way through the thronged crowd. She had only been working in Westin Hills for two months now, usually on the open women ward. But the summer holidays which had just started a few days ago had even worsened the already existing staff shortage caused by World War II, and so she had been assigned to a new shift. It was her first day in the forensic ward, which was only a poor description for such a horrible place, and the fact that she had to work all alone didn't make it easier for her. She wasn't sure if she could do any good at all for these poor figures. The blankets she had to distribute were just too little, and she had nothing else to ease their torments.
Some of the patients desperately begged her to take them away from this hellish dungeon, but most of the inmates didn't show any reaction when she tried to talk to them, just gazing at her with dead looking eyes.
A meager hand kept hold of her dress, and turning around Amanda saw an old, crippled man. His left arm was atrophied, and saliva was drooling down his chin. With a merciful smile she fetched a clean handkerchief out of her pocket and wept the spittle away, before she handed him out the last blanket. The man returned her smile, thereby unveiling an almost black gum with only a few rotten teeth left, then he snatched the blanket with his crippled arm and pressed in on his chest like a precious treasure. When he finally loosened his grip on her dress she continued on her way.
Another man, bald and tumid, continuously hit his brow with the back of his hand. Although Amanda knew that her shift was almost over she stopped and gently touched the disturbed man on his shoulder. On noticing her the man interrupted his monotonous movement and began to pant like a dog, then he bared his penis and peed on the ground. Both shocked and concerned Amanda hastily turned away.
She had to hurry now as she was told before that the guards, who were supposed to let her out of this ward, wouldn't wait very long. The only way out led over a small, iron staircase up onto a high platform to a two-winged heavy metal gate. Tediously Amanda cleared her path through the crowd, but when she took a quick look to the exit she was abruptly petrified. The white uniformed warders were already standing on the platform, counting the meandering inmates without any interest. They seemed to have forgotten that she, the nurse, was still amidst the maniacs, and in sudden horror she recognized that they would not see her among the crowd from this distance.
The stairs were about 30 feet away, but too many people blocked her way and pushed her back. Her shock turned to pure panic when the guards soon quit the counting and forgetfully turned away.
She
wanted to scream, but she couldn't speak.
She wanted to run, but
she couldn't move.
Paralyzed by nameless horror she watched helpless as the guards left the hall. The heavy iron gate shut with a loud metal bang, locking in Amanda to hundred mad criminals. The cracking sound of the closing door pulled Amanda out of her torpidity.
"No!" she screamed desperately, but although her yell was amplified by the echo of the huge hall it was too late. The guards were gone and already out of earshot. Amanda's thoughts were spinning fast in her mind, and in an attempt to calm her down she grabbed the bronze cross on her chest. She was trapped! What should she do now? She had to reach the exit gate, perhaps the guards would return if she knocked on the door long enough. Surely they would search for her if she did not return from her shift, so even if they wouldn't hear her knocking she only had to wait a few hours until they would come back for the next inmate checking. Yes, she only had to…
A sudden, uneasy feeling made her look up. Something was different. Then she noticed that the permanent muttering had faded away, leaving nothing but an oppressive silence. But the most obvious change was that all patients had stopped their circling movements, staring at her in a way that made her shiver. All the people who had ignored her before now looked at her as if they would realize her presence for the first time. Their faces showed astonishment and curiosity, but above all an ominous grin that could barely hide their obscene and perverted intentions. Before she could make even one step toward the redeeming exit they closed in on her, reaching out for her and touching her from every direction.
"Please, don't! Let me go!" she begged frightened, but the inmates still came closer and closer. It seemed as if there was no escape, when suddenly a sharp voice shouted:
"Don't touch her!"
To Amanda's surprise and great relief the patients let off from her immediately, stepping aside almost tremulous so that she could catch a glimpse of the man who had spoken. He was about 5'7" tall and skinny, with short slightly curled hair, wearing torn trousers and the dirty remains of what must have been a shirt a long time ago. He had turned his back on Amanda, but before she could take a step toward her assumed saviour or even say a thankful word he turned around, giving her a disdainful look while a cruel grin curled around his lips.
"The bitch is mine!" he stated menacingly, destroying Amanda's last hope of a safe resort and leaving nothing but sheer terror. And the real nightmare was just beginning…
