My best friend in the whole world came over last night, and she has never watched anything over the first Nightmare on Elm Street. So after watching the remaining 5 (we didn't watch Wes Cravens nightmare, cause it's not technically part of the serious) I realized something I hadn't noticed the other 2 times I watched the movies. Number Six Freddy's dead is not like the others, it seems in 6, Freddy isn't as scary, (Oh screw it) He wasn't scary at all. Does anyone else feel disappointed? Sorry, I was still happy I watched it and I love the movie, I just didn't feel it was as scary as it could have been.
*Chirp- Chirp* the birds seemed to follow Anne as her feet slapped the pavement. She wasn't sure where to go, but she wasn't going home now. Her dark locks covered her face as she started down at her shoes, she felt dizzy, most likely from the sleeping pills her bastard mother tricked her into.
If you can consider it a trick, she was already taking the Caffeine pills, Anne just didn't know that they were really Sleeping pills her mother had slipped in. Damn it really pissed her off; half of the murders wouldn't be at her hand, if not for her mother.
At times Anne didn't understand herself, or anything she was going through. Her murders were acts on her conscious she could never forgive herself for, but she didn't even try to fight when it came to Mark. She hated Krueger with all her heart, so why did she wear the necklace?
She felt it easier and better to eliminate the problem, so why didn't she just kill herself. That one itself was pretty easy to figure out. Never could she kill herself, it'd be easier to just leave, but she couldn't be sure of how well just leaving would work.
"No man, Marks gone, his cut is mine now!" Anne could hear the familiar voice coming from another back Alley. Not far up ahead Anne could see where two buildings split, leaving an available Alley free to people like Mark, and what used to be his gang.
Slowly and quietly as possible, Anne stuck her head into the Alley, and hid herself behind a dumpster. "Sam, I say we split up Marks winnings."
"No! I'm in charge now, and his cash goes to me." Sam was one of the guys how had tackled Anne before. Suddenly her shoulder hurt, she'd landed on it when tackled. Sam was no taking over the bets that Mark had been in charge of, it sickened her.
Could they show no compassion to the fact that their best friend was now dead? Anne almost laughed as she thought this, Mark was never their friend, in fact he was just an ass kicking loser. Now Sam was taking in his place, with Mark gone, Sam could kick their asses into place.
Anne picked her head up lightly, only two people sat around Sam and the three stacks of cash, while Sam had another stack in his hand. "You guys are pathetic." Anne rose from her hiding spot to show herself to the group of boys. If it were still Marks group, she'd never be able to fend all of them off alone, now that it was Sam and just two boys it would be no problem.
"Mark is dead, and rather than be upset you're fighting about his betting money?" Half enraged she marched herself into the middle of the circle. "Hey little bitch." Sam greeted as he rose from the old car seat he'd been sitting on, Anne could tell it came from one of the front seats, considering it was a single.
Anne didn't back down despite the fact Sam was directly in her face, "You owed Mark 120$, now that money goes to me." Sam clenched his fists and breathed morning breath to Anne's nostrils. She pushed back on his shoulders and he tripped over the car seat.
"I owe you nothing you son of a bitch." Her teeth were clenched and her nostrils flared fists at her side and feet planted firmly on the ground. Sam threw himself off the ground and at her; they both fell to the ground Sam on top, for the time being.
Anne grabbed his shoulders and was able to flip them both over, tossing her hand into Sam's stomach with a pure furry she hadn't felt before. Another punch to his left shoulder, and a slap to the right cheek. While the other two boys just watched clueless of what to do.
"Unless you want to end up like him, I suggest you take him and go." Anne screamed as she motioned to Sam's half useless body. They jumped back completely startled and than tore Sam's body off the ground. Anne was soon alone in the Alley, the money still on the ground. It was murder money, she wouldn't touch it. Rather Anne turned around and left the Alley and the money.
-Anne snuck back into her room a few hours later; her mother was sitting at the kitchen table with her back to the stair case. Anne slowly creaked the door open and with one stair every few seconds, crept upstairs. Her door however was not that simple; it had a slight creak to it.
"Anne, is that you?" she heard her mother call when the long aggravating sound of rusty hinges sounded from her door. In a hurry Anne slammed it and turned on her stereo, her finger held down the volume up button for several seconds until she was sure nothing more could be heard, but the ear splitting music.
She wasn't sure what to do, it wasn't far past noon. She refused to leave her room to see her mother, and sitting here wasn't exactly the most fun thing to do. She pulled her laptop out of her desk draw and placed it next to the broken glass she ordinarily had placed on her Dresser.
She knew why it had been moved, and who had moved it. She began typing in the address to the online newspaper her school hosted, She had to find who Freddy killed. Her mind shot back to her last encounter, he just walked away, just left her there without a word.
Revealing his past, she must have struck something. In reality it wasn't that it hurt Krueger to be reminded of his past, he was just surprised she'd done the research, the question was why. Why did she take the interest, why did she waste the time.
The question that Anne couldn't answer, is why Freddy planned on keeping her as a pet and such, or why he even needed her In the first place. Freddy was the dream master, why did he need a teenager to help him, besides the fact that it was also a torture to her, and he knew it.
Freddy has always stalked his prey first, letting them know who he was. Look where that got him, all the parents had gone crazy, which was very entertaining to him, but the fact that no one would have a kid, left him without a victim to kill.
He needed to change his tactics, he needed an armature, a kind face. Not just for the sake of his kill, but for the parents as well. He took into account that teenagers woke up easier when it came to nightmares, if they woke up before the kill, the parents would know and again he'd be left without the sweet satisfactory of murder.
As of right now, the murderer was believed to be a copy cat. Everyone thought the bastard Fred Krueger was dead, and if even one kid claimed he was back, he knew it would be all over. That's what Anne was for, if anyone woke up she was the last one seen.
He'd have to be careful if he did the kills himself, until Freddy gained enough power to keep his target asleep, he'd have Anne on the stand by. Just in case she was needed, for now he'd observe her.
She was still searching through the paper, looking for the article that talked about the kills, who was it. "Sorry for meddling Krueger, it had to be done." She could feel him watching, even though he was hidden this time. She wasn't sure why she was apologizing, it didn't make a difference, what's done was done.
Not to mention this is Freddy Krueger, what did he care if she was saying she was sorry. If she could see him now, he'd just laugh his vicious laugh that rang her ear buds loud and clear like an Police siren. She could imagine it now, him laughing like a cop car alarm.
She could see the red and blue flashing lights now, she really could and hear them. Like it was outside her window slowly going by. Anne stood up, and peered out her window through the bars. Shit. Passing outside on the road, 3 cop cars were going down the road at a strangely slow speed.
In an instant, Anne nearly ripped the door handle off the door and raced down the stair case. Despite her mother calling after her, Anne was shooting passed the red front door, and following the police cars on foot, in the still broad daylight.
They had picked up speed now that the other cars on the road had pulled over. Her foot speed was causing her to fall behind slightly, but she still had the cars in perfect sight when they started slowing down again. They were now in the middle of town, and even though Anne's side was burning she hadn't stopped running.
There in the middle of the town at the four way intersection, a small silver mercury, and a beat up lime green Saturn were mangled and pressed together. The small silver mercury had the front completely mashed and destroyed and the lime green Saturn had it's side crushed in.
The two cars intertwined made Anne's heart beat faster, she felt tears well up. Julie owned a small silver mercury, but lots of people owned them. To be sure she stepped into the road, all of the traffic had stopped clearing the road for police and an ambulance.
The back Licenses plate of the small mercury started to come into view. Her heart dropped and she let tears fall from her face. Julie's licenses plate matched the one of the mangled mess, or at least it did from Anne's memory. No way she could have survived with the way the front was messed up.
She ran to the pressed vehicles, with tears in her eyes. "Julie!" she screamed as one of the police man came forward to make sure she didn't get to close. "That's my best friends car, Julie where is she?" Anne demanded as she tried to shake free of the policeman.
"Ma'am, you need to calm down. Listen, your friend is fine, she was found in the back seat of the car." he stated as his hands gripped her upper arms tightly trying to look her in the face for comfort reasons.
"Who the hell was driving?" Anne screamed as she struggled and attempted not to look him in the face, He was silent for several moments, causing Anne to finally look at him. "No one, she was strapped into the back, and a brick was placed on the gas peddle."
Anne was in pure shock for several moments, than she started thrashing. "The bastard, that god damn bastard." She wasn't sure who she was cursing, but Julie didn't tie herself and throw a brick on the gas. The cop wrapped his arms around her, not sure if he was comforting her, or trying to contain her Anne thrashed more.
"Aw it's always so sad." The voice, that god awful voice that could only belong to the burned bastard. For some reason it didn't sound like it was mockery, but purely like he was meaning it. She didn't want to, but she turned her head and looked up, Freddy Krueger was hugging her?