ELM STREET NIGHTMARE
DISCLAIMER
Last part of Jump Street's "Elm Street" trilogy. Back story belongs to Wes Craven and Jump Street belongs to Stephen J. Cannel. I only own characters you don't recognize.
PROLOGUE: DISCOVERY
Two hours later, a brand-new Mercedes Benz came up the drive. When the headlights, came upon the scene, the driver slammed on the breaks.
"Oh, my gosh! Bobby!" the man exclaimed, practically jumping out of the driver's seat.
"Rick! Oh, my gosh! It's Bobby?" his wife queried, mirroring her husband's actions. The couple ran to their son and knelt down. The woman gasped in fright.
"Oh, my baby! Oh, my boy! Oh, my son!" she exclaimed hysterically. She reached over to cradle him, but her husband stopped her.
"I need to go call the police," he told her. "Come on, baby," he continued. He helped her up and they walked into the house. With trembling fingers, Rick dialed a number.
"9-1-1. What's your emergency?" an operator questioned.
"My son---he's been murdered. He was---left on the drive. There's so much blood," Rick reported.
"Okay, give us an address, and we'll send someone right away," the operator promised. The man did as he was requested. Back at Jump Street, Tom avoided the gaze of his partners and friends as he re-buttoned his shirt. He couldn't believe he had just told the others about Torres and what he had done to him. Now that they knew he was---damaged---they'd never look at him the same again. Judy could barely breathe after hearing about what had happened to Tom. I can't believe someone would be so sick, she thought to herself. Just then, the phone rang. Capt. Fuller picked up one of the receivers.
"Fuller," he announced. Then, "Hanson, it's for you." Almost numbly, Tom walked to his commanding officer and took the phone.
"Hello?" he asked. "We'll be right there," he said a moment later. He hung up. "Rod, let's go," he said.
"What's up?" the musician wondered.
"Torres left a little present on the driveway," came the answer, starting for the door.
"Right behind you," he proclaimed. He and the others continued out of the chapel and into their respective vehicles. Moments later, they arrived at the residence. Officers Donagon and Parsings were talking to the parents.
"So, you were coming home when you saw your son in your cars headlights?" Donagon asked softly as a group of cars came up and parked.
"That's right," the couple confirmed. Charlie continued to talk as Officer Parsings noticed a man and what appeared to be a group of kids was coming up the drive.
"Hey, hey, hey! Whoa! This is a crime scene. You can't be here," he stated, hurrying towards them.
"You must be a rookie. Donagon called us," one of the kids told him, starting to pass.
"Yeah, nice try kid. I may be new, but I know a scam when I hear one. Now beat it before I arrest you," Parsings told him, getting in his way.
"The name's Hanson! Officer Hanson!" the boy shouted, thrusting a badge in Parson's face. "I know more about this case than you could ever dream of. Now get out of our way, rookie," he growled, pushing past him. Then, he walked up to the body.
"Oh, man," Tom sighed, leaning over to look at the note. "Three, four, better lock your door," he read in a sing-song voice.
"That the kid?" Rod questioned. Tom turned around.
"Rod, you don't wanna see this," he said, trying to block his friend's line of sight. But it was too late.
"Did he---oh, my---" Rod's voice trailed off. Then, he walked over to a car and kicked it, and then slammed his hands on it.
"TORRES! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS!" he screamed.