Author's Note: I grew up watching the original "A Nightmare on Elm Street" films, which I loved the story behind it and the movies themselves. When the remake came out, it became all the more interesting because they actually took what I already knew but was never shown, onto the screen. But now I want to put my own twist on it, beginning at Badham Preschool and going through the years, only it'll be a little bit different than the movie. This story is how I've thought of the story happening and how many victims that Freddy might've had. It merges the two, the remake and Wes Cravens ANOES, and I hope that everyone enjoys.

1995—Badham Preschool

Little Nancy Holbrook sat, alone at a table, admiring her latest work. It was a drawing, and while it wasn't professional, the five-year-old thought that she'd done extremely well with it. She smiled proudly as she folded it up, being careful not to rip or tear at the delicate paper, then placed it in her backpack. Then, standing up, she went to the window. Looking outside, she felt jealous. All the other kids were out there, giggling, laughing and having a good time, while she was inside. She wasn't in trouble—far from it, actually, but she never got a long well with the other kids, so she mostly spent a lot of her time, alone.

Sitting back down in her chair, she got out another piece of paper and began drawing when she heard the door open. She looked over, seeing Mr. Fred Krueger, the school's gardener, standing in the doorway. He smiled sweetly at her.

"Hello my little Nancy," he said, coming into the room and sitting down beside her in a child's size chair. She giggled as he tried not to break it. "What're you doing in here, all alone?"

Nancy began to draw, not looking up. "Oh, I don't like playing outside. I-I don't like getting my dresses dirty," she lied.

Fred, ever-so-softly lifted her chin up so that she was looking at him. She was caught...he'd known she lied. She was not supposed to lie, but she didn't know what else to do.

He smiled at her, not saying a bad word about her lying. "I'll tell you what...I'll keep your secret if you can keep one for me. Are you good at keeping secrets?"

Nancy looked up at him, smiling softly as she nodded. She didn't have many secrets to keep, but the ones she'd been told, she had kept.

Standing up, Fred reached down for little Nancy's hand. She stood up, taking his hand as they walked out of the classroom, together.

Outside, on the playground, Quentin was getting bored. He was tired of playing hide-n-seek with the other kids, so he kept looking around, waiting for the one person who could make the game more fun.

"C'mon Quentin," called Jesse, who was over by the swings. "We gotta finish this game, and quick."

"Where's Nancy?" Quentin asked, running over to Jesse. Soon, Dean and Kris got bored, and came running over, as well.

"She never comes outside to play," Jesse said, rolling his eyes. "She's such a dinglebrain."

Quentin got mad and pushed Jesse to the ground. He fell in a mud puddle, getting his new outfit all dirty. "That's not nice!"

"But you know it's true," replied Dean. "She never wants to play with any of us. She just wants to draw."

Kris kind of knew why. She heard her mommy talking about Nancy's mommy and daddy getting a divorce, and that's why she was sad and wanted to be alone all the time. "Just don't be mean to her," Kris said, feeling a need to stick up for Nancy. She didn't know what she would do if their places were switched. "And don't say any bad things about her, or call her anything bad. That's very rude."

Jesse got up, angry but embarrassed, about to speak his mind when their teacher, Mrs. Hildebrand began ringing the bell. It was time to go back inside. All the different classes lined up and went in, but when they got to their class, nobody saw Nancy. Once they were seated, their teacher stood at the front, asking the small group, "has anyone seen Nancy?"

Kris raised her hand and when Mrs. Hildebrand nodded, she said, "she wasn't outside with us. She was supposed to be in here."

Quentin looked at the seat beside of him, which was Nancy's, and saw all of her drawings still out. She wouldn't have left them like that. He raised his hand and motioned the teacher over, showing her. He may have been too young, but he knew that something was wrong—seriously wrong.

Nancy had known that Mr. Krueger lived at the school—everybody did, but she'd never seen where he lived, and she thought it was cool. Dingy, but certainly cool.

"Would you like to see what I call 'the special cave'?" he asked her. Something about the tone of his voice changed, and Nancy got worried, but she knew he'd never hurt her, so she nodded enthusiastically. He took her hand, led her to where a secret door was hidden behind an old cork board, and led her inside. He shut the door.

As Nancy looked around, she became increasingly worried. There was a couple of mattress' set up on the concrete floor in one area of the room, and a table with different knives on it in another. She gulped, wondering what she'd gotten herself into.

"Now remember, my little Nancy," he said in a deep, gruff voice that sent chills down the little girls spine. "You promised not to tell."

Nancy felt tears come to her eyes, but held them back as he led her to the bed. She sat down as he went to the table with knives on it. He brought one back that looked bigger than any that she'd ever seen. He ran it along the length of her small body, then cut through her prettiest white dress, cutting the skin on her chest. She let out a cry as blood began pouring. He laid the knife down, then unbuttoned the back of her dress.

"Now be a good little girl, and take off all your clothes."

Nancy sniffled, knowing he cut her to show her that he was in charge. She didn't want to know what he was going to do, but she did as she was told. Soon she had nothing on, not even her shoes, as he made her lay back on the bed, unclothing himself in the process. She knew whatever he was up to was going to be bad, so she allowed her mind to wander off as more pain seared through her tiny body.

Mrs. Hildebrand had started a search. The cops were called, as well as parents. All the parents stayed with their children except for Dr. Gwen Holbrook and Lieutenant Donald Holbrook—Nancy's parents. Since it was their child that was missing, Donald wasn't allowed in the search, so he stood with his ex-wife, tolerating her rantings.

"She couldn't have gotten far, right?" Gwen said in a shaky voice. Their divorce hadn't been amicable, but Don found himself reaching over and draping an arm around her shoulder, trying to comfort her and calm her down.

"I don't think so," Don said, trying to convince himself as much as her. "I mean, it's a small school. She might just be hiding. She's been doing a lot of that lately."

An hour passed, and still no sign of Nancy. They searched everywhere, except the basement, where there was storage and where the school gardener lived. No kid was allowed down there, but sometimes they would sneak just to say they did. Soon, the local police of Springwood were down there. Nancy's parents weren't supposed to follow, but they did without the rest knowing.

One cop, a rookie, heard whimpering. "I think we've found her!" he called out, going over to a corner where boxes were standing. Behind them, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Jesus Christ," he muttered, turning away, taking a deep breath and then turning back. He bent down to the small form. "Sweetie, it's okay now...you're safe." He motioned for the other cops to come over, which they did, and all of them let out a gasp at the sight they saw before them.

There was Nancy, huddled in a corner, crying. She was wearing a tattered dress that was covered in blood, as was she. Along the length of her arms and legs they saw bruises and cuts, and the little girl was shaking fiercely as she yelled, "go away! Don't touch me!"

Her parents came running over at that point, having been held back. Her mother quickly scooped her up and held her tightly. "Oh my baby, what happened?"

Nancy just cried.

Don looked at his daughter, trying to control his rage. "What happened princess? Can you tell me?"

Nancy shook her head. "I can't. I'll die."

The two parents exchanged looks as the rookie cop held something up for them both to see. It was Nancy's underwear. They were tattered, and blood was smeared all over them.

So, this is my first ANOES fic. That chapter was hard to write for the obvious reasons, but it was a chapter that needed to be done. So please review and let me know if you like it and if I should continue.