Disclaimer: Guess who owns NMOES? Wes Craven, baby!

I knew where we were, so I didn't bother to ask.

My skin itched, and I went to scratch it. Clear marks ended up on my scarlet skin, and I suppressed the urge to hurl. I was covered in blood—no doubt it was Will's blood.

Phillip trotted up to me, wrapping me in a hug, not minding the fact that I was covered in our dead friend's blood.

When he released me, we turned around to see Joey hanging over a bottomless, fiery pit.

"Joey!" all but Kincaid and Nancy screamed. "Joey!"

I couldn't lose another friend.

Jennifer first, then I witnessed Will's death. It'd be Joey next, and I'd have to watch him die, too, I just knew it.

I'd take their places any day. It may sound stupid, but it's true. And if I hadn't saved Taryn or Phillip, I would have taken their places too. I would have sacrificed everything I had if it meant they'd still be alive.

There was a loud screech; our heads snapped up to lock onto Freddy's silhouette.

He was wearing his signature fedora and his dark green and red striped sweater. His claw grazed the wall.

"Joey, look." He pointed a razor finger at us and Joey looked up; Krueger chuckled fiendishly. "All the little piggies come home."

"Let him go, Krueger!" Nancy demanded.

"Your wish is my command." Krueger smiled, took off his fedora and bowed, before untying the tongues that were acting as ropes.

"No!" we all screamed.

Nancy got to Joey first. I got to him second, bringing along the others with my teleportation ability. Kristen—being the brave one that she is—and don't get me wrong, I respect that—decided to hold off Krueger.

But it was Kincaid's inhuman strength that saved Joey, Nancy, Taryn, Phillip and I—but mostly Joey—from falling into the bottomless pit.

Then Kincaid bashed Krueger in the back of the head with a piper. Krueger grabbed him and began choking him. I hugged Joey tightly, crying into his shoulder; he patted my back. Nancy grabbed something and lunged forward, stabbing Krueger with it—it was a spear-like metal. Krueger groaned in agony, chuckled, then tore the spear from his stomach and licked the blood off the end of it.

"He's never been this strong," Nancy whispered to herself, but we could all hear.

"The souls of children, they give me strength." He tore his shirt open and there were tiny faces embedded on his scalded chest. "Always room for more."

"Let's try this way." Nancy suggested.

We were in a long, dead end hallway full of mirrors. From ceiling to floor, wall to wall—mirrors.

"Kristen, can't you pull us out?" Kincaid asked.

"They sedated me. We're stuck here."

"It's a dead end."

"What the hell?" Kincaid turned around to face the door, but it quickly turned into a floor to ceiling mirror. And then Krueger appeared.

I jumped back, into Phillip, pulling Joey with me—I apparently still had his hand.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Perhaps if there was more of me to spread around." He raised his arms, like a magician introducing a magic trick, and then all the mirrors in the room had images of Freddy.

Why am I on a first-name basis with this guy? Ugh!

Joey released my hand and curled himself up in a corner.

Phillip disappeared. Then Taryn. Then Nancy. Then Kristen. Something grabbed a hold of my wrist and yanked me backward.

I came face-to-face with Freddy, who was ready to finish what he'd started on the beach.

Frowning, I gave him my best "come-at-me-bastard" glare.

He dove forward, claw outstretched and screamed. At least I thought he did. I fell backwards into the glass; it shattered into a hundred pieces, and I collapsed on the red carpet.

"Wow. Did I say that?" Joey muttered.

I groaned and looked up at Joey, who was being congratulated by Kincaid.

"You found your dream power, man!"

"You saved us, Joey."

"You blew him away, man!"

"Put me down." Joey chuckled.

I stood up and stretched out my arms. Joey smiled softly before embracing me.

"He's gone," Nancy whispered—but we all knew she was speaking to us. "It's over."

We all smiled and gave each other a big group hug.

"Nancy?" someone spoke. A glowing figure dressed in a police uniform was levitating near the door.

"Daddy?"

"I've crossed over, princess."

"Crossed over?"

"I couldn't go without telling you how sorry I am for all the things I've done. I love you so much. I'll always love you."

"I'll always love you." She told her father, and I knew she was crying. She took a couple of steps and wrapped the spirit in a hug. Kristen stepped forward and smiled, while Kincaid, Taryn, Phillip, Joey and I stood in the background.

Joey was on my left, holding my left hand while Phillip was on my right, holding my right hand.

Then Nancy screamed suddenly. Krueger appeared, holding on to Nancy, and bellowed out one simple word—"Die!"—before she collapsed to the ground and he disappeared.

Kristen ran over to Nancy and gathered her in her arms.

"I won't let you die. I won't let you. I'm going to dream you into a beautiful dream . . . forever and ever!"

A/N: R&R! Read the Epilogue and then you can be done with me, :)