Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors Differentiating

by 50 Shades of Messed Up

This is my take on NMOES3: DW- personally, my favorite in the series. It is told in the POV of my OC, Anabella Smithson, and is about her experience at Westin Hills. Contains original characters from the franchise. M for language and suggested content (also the movie was R, so . . . yeah) *Disclaimer: Wes Craven owns NMOES; I own nothing but Anabella*

4. Chapter 4

Disclaimer: This may be getting annoying, but it's a personal requirement of mine to state this at the beginning of every chapter. I do not own the NMOES franchise; Wes Craven does.

Also, do you guys like surprises? :p

It was late.

Around midnight when I heard a loud pound on my door. Taryn groaned and looked at me with sleepy eyes.

"What's going on?"

We all came out of our rooms to see what the commotion was about. We all headed straight for Joey and Will's room—it's where the screaming was coming from; it seemed plausible.

"Phillip! Phillip! Phillip!" We heard Will scream; I looked at Taryn, cocking a brow in worry. She shrugged and we ran into the room. "God! Stop!"

"Phillip!" Kristen yelled.

Shortly after, we all joined in yelling his name, hoping he'd hear us—all but Joey, who was pounding on the window furiously, trying not to cry.

"Phillip! Phillip!"

I ran out of the room, hearing the others shout after me.

"Anabella! Anabella! Phillip! Anabella!"

When I reached the roof of the abandoned building, Phillip was still up there, looking as if he was struggling against some sort of force.

Oh god, he was dreaming.

I looked towards Will's window—I could see their mouths open as they screamed in horror, now worried for both Phillip and myself.

"Phillip!" I yelped. "Phillip, don't let him win! Please, please don't let him win."

Phillip turned his head slightly, just enough to look at me, that scared expression still on his face.

"He, he has me . ." he croaked.

"I know. Don't let him win. You've done it before, you can do it again. You jump, I jump. We know how it goes."

Phillip inched closer to the edge, and spouted out a bit of gibberish before his voice became something much more sinister.

"You'll never win. You'll all be gone in the end."

I knew He was manipulating Phillip—both in the dream, and reality. It's why Phillip sounded so macabre.

I watched as Phillip's feet crept closer to the edge of the building.

Before I had time to process what was happening, I screamed and lunged myself forward, only to be restrained by a pair of well-developed arms wrapping themselves around my slim frame. Our bodies hit the roof.

"What the hell was that?" Phillip gasped.

"I told you . . . You jump, I jump." I shivered.

"Let's get back inside," Phillip suggested.

"OK," I agreed.

A/N: Oh yea! If you haven't already figured it out, there is your surprise. I kept Phillip alive. I had to, alright? He's like, my second favorite NMOES 3 character, next to Joey.