DISCLAIMER
Belong to New Line Cinema and Wes Craven. I only own the new plot. I use a scene from the Dream Master 'cause I like it, as well as some lines from Dream Warriors. I have a new interpretation of the Dream Master idea, which will come up later.
Meanwhile, Garcia had walked out the door and had been about to enter his patrol car when he heard the commotion. Un-holstering his gun, he ran back into Westin Hills. He searched some of the open rooms, but found nothing. Hearing a noise, he whipped around, gun drawn. A nurse screamed.
"Oh, excuse me. I--I heard a commotion in here," Garcia apologized, pocketing the weapon.
"You must mean the screaming from the break room," the nurse said shakily.
"Did you see what happened?" Garcia asked.
"It--it was horrible. We were on our break together and--he just dozed off for a minute! And then--then--his skin--it--it--just started--coming off!" she said hysterically.
"Show me where the break room is,' Garcia instructed.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I don't want to go back in there," the nurse protested.
"I understand. Just tell me how to get there," Garcia said soothingly. The nurse did so and the officer went on his way.
"Hey, what happened here?" he asked. The group turned around.
"Garcia, are you still here?" Nancy questioned in surprise.
"I was just about to leave when I heard the commotion. I ran back in quick as I could. The nurse said someone named Lorenzo was skinned," Garcia said.
"That must've been Marcie. She and Lorenzo often took their breaks together," Kristen recalled.
"Well, for once, I think Krueger did the right thing," Joey said harshly.
"Joey!" Kristen gasped.
"That's cold, man. That's real cold," Kincaid commented.
"It's just Lorenzo. It's not like anyone would miss him anyways," Joey told them.
"Joey, knock it off. Now I'll be the first to admit that Lorenzo was a bit creepy, but he didn't deserve to die," Kristen commented.
"You don't know anything!" Joey bit off. He pushed through the group. Taryn ran through the halls, tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, she ran into Joey.
"Oh, sorry, Joey," she apologized. He looked at her questioningly.
"I'm all right," she told him. Joey fixed her with a look and Taryn sighed. She never could fool Joey.
"It's just the same crap with Lorenzo," Taryn answered. "You know, tryin' to get me high, saying he has the keys to the dispensary, the usual," Taryn stated. Sensing that there was more, Joey waited. Taryn's chin trembled.
"Okay, so this time, he got a little physical, got a little frisky," she bit off. Joey looked at her in surprise.
"Oh, Joey! I was so scared! I thought he was gonna--gonna--" Joey took Taryn into his arms and her body wracked with sobs. Dang it! Why didn't we ever tell anyone? Joey wondered. He ran his fingers through his hair. Then, he slumped his shoulders. He knew why: because Lorenzo had had a habit of saying that no one would believe a bunch of crazies like them. He blew out a breath and started pacing.
"Joey," a voice said. Joey turned around to see Nancy. "I think we need to talk," she commented.
"I'm sorry. It's just--Taryn used to get a lot of flak from Lorenzo and she was too scared to tell anybody," Joey apologized.
"And she confided in you," Nancy realized.
"Like I said, being selectively mute has its advantages," Joey said grimly.
"Well, Garcia's done here. I think we all need to talk," Nancy told them. He nodded.
"Yeah, of course," he agreed. He waved to the others. "Guys! We're leavin'!" he called.
"Right. Come on," Kristen agreed. With that, they all left and headed down the road. Finally, the group reached their destination: 1428 Elm Street. Dan whistled.
"What's with the haunted house?" he wondered.
"It's not just a house: it's his playground. He's in there waiting for us to dream," Kristen answered, as she leaned into Kincaid.
"It's all right, Little Sister. We're here with you," Kincaid assured, rubbing her arms.
"Yeah, you don't think we're gonna let you go in alone, do you?" Joey added, coming up beside them and taking her hand.
"Thanks, you guys. I'll need my team," Kristen told them, squeezing Joey's hand.
"Wait. I'm lost. Did I miss something here?" Dan questioned.
"Yeah, what's the big deal? I mean--didn't a girl like, go crazy in here?" Rick questioned.
"Yeah, I--think she her saw boyfriend get murdered or something," Debbie confirmed.
"And than that weird stuff that happened when the Walsh family moved here, like, what? Five, six, years ago?" Rick continued.
"It's more than that," Nancy spoke up. They turned to her. "Krueger used my old house to lead some kids to the boiler room," she continued.
"Krueger? You mean, Fred Krueger?" Rick asked in surprise. For a moment, Nancy was surprised herself, and then it dawned on her.
"Kristen told you, didn't she?" she asked.
"Yeah," Rick nodded.
"You used to live here?" Debbie asked.
"Yes. And I can tell you: all the rumors you've heard, pretty much false," Nancy answered.
"Hello, new kid here!" Dan reminded them, waving a hand as Kristen pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.
"Girl, that crap's gonna kill you," Kincaid scolded.
"Screw you, Kincaid," Kristen snapped.
"I would, but I think it'd make your boyfriend jealous," Kincaid responded. Kristen threw him a dirty look.
"Kris told us a story Fred Krueger who was a child murderer who killed twenty kids in the neighborhood and was let out on a technicality. Parents got pissed and roasted him like a thanksgiving turkey," Rick explained.
"Nice neighborhood," Dan said sarcastically.
"Yeah, well, that's where it gets a little weird. According to Kris, he comes back in your dreams…and if you die in your dreams…it's for real," Rick continued.
"Wh--what?" Debbie asked. Was he serious? Before anyone could respond, there was a loud blare. Everyone turned around.
"Kristen! Get the hell away from that house! Andale! Andale!" Elaine Parker shouted. With a grimace, Kristen went to palm the cigarette off to Alice, only to have it plucked out of her hand by Joey, who took a quick drag. Mrs. Parker drove the car a few miles up with a loud screech of her tires.
"You don't have to go anywhere," Rick told her, taking her into his arms.
"I better go," Kristen stated.
"Hey, you call us, Little Sister," Kincaid said.
"Oh, come on. You know I will," Kristen answered. Nancy, Joey, and Kincaid chuckled. Kristen got into her mother's car and drove off.
"You think we could hook Kristen's car to yours?" Joey queried.
"Sure," Kincaid agreed. The boys went to do so.
"Anyone else need a lift?" Nancy asked.
"No, we're good," the kids answered. Then, everyone went to their respective vehicles, and drove off. Later that night, Nancy, Kristen, Joey, Kincaid, Rick, Alice, Debbie, and Sheila met at Kristen's house.
"Where's Dan?" Alice wondered.
"I talked to him. He said he didn't want to get involved," Rick replied.
"Poser," Kincaid scoffed. Then, "What are we gonna do about this creep?"
"We have to get ready for him," Alice determined.
"Yeah, but how do we do that?" Rick wondered.
"Each of us has a power in our dream--together, we can use our powers to stop him," Kristen explained.
"Powers?" the others chorused.
"My agility," Kristen answered.
"My super strength," Kincaid added.
"My sonic scream," Joey grinned. Kristen and Kincaid laughed and both shook the boy.
"Come on, you guys. What do I look like? A milkshake?" Joey asked. Everyone laughed. Meanwhile, Dan was at his house, running drills. After a while, he went back inside.
"Hi, honey," Laura Jordan greeted.
"Hi, Mom," Dan acknowledged.
"Good workout?" she asked.
"The best," he confirmed. "I'm gonna go take a nap before dinner," he said.
"All right, honey," she agreed. He went upstairs. With a sigh, he flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was surprised to see that it was considerably darker outside.
"What?" he asked. Then, there was a rattling noise from his closet. "What the heck?" he questioned. The rattling came again. Curious, Dan got off the bed and walked towards the closet. The rattling came a third time.
"Hey, who's there?" he asked, as he approached the door. He opened it. His eyes widened and he screamed.
