Chapter 18
In the Beginning
Part 3

October 31st 1974

8:30pm Springwood Power Plant

Lt Thompson and Roger Caulfield tossed the empty gas cans in the back of the truck. They had carefully filled several bottles and stuffed them with old rags. It was a quick and simple juvenile explosive just what they needed. Each parent fueled their fury with every step up to the power plant. Their sons and daughters had all been killed by this man, and they would not let him get away with it.

They staked out the building for hours, until they saw Krueger drive up and walk in to the plant. He stumbled around the side and down the basement steps. Once inside he hummed his little song while he lay in a stupor. "One...two.."

He drank deep from his bottle and lay back resting his hand on his stomach. It was gloved with sharp knives at the fingers. Carelessly it fell to his side and slid across the ground. He laughed manically as the blades scraped the floor. He tugged his red and green sweater closer around his neck, humming his little song before passing out completely.

Gina walked up to the parents and glanced down the window into the boiler down at Fred Krueger's sleeping body. "Time to send this fucker to hell burning."

The Caulfield's and Parkers walked silently around front of the building and began to soak the floors with gasoline. Outside they tested the locks on the doors to make sure they were secure. Then from behind a line of cars pulled up. At first they thought it was the police coming to arrest them for their crime, but Gina and the others froze in the headlights as they watched the people exit the car. The persons reached in to the back sear and pulled out nailed boards and flashlights. It was the other parents that had not come to the meeting. They were just as angry and just as vicious. Gina watched as they unloaded arsenals of nailed boards and rusted blades.

Mr. Stanton took a bunch of rocks from the back of an old truck and held them firm before throwing them down in to the glass windows the boiler. The glass shattered and the sleeping figure below barely mumbled before rolling over.

Mr. Lane took hold of a bat with oiled rags and lit them aflame. Lt Thompson took a bottle he had prepared and lit it underneath the flame. Then as quickly as possible he threw the bottle down into the boiler casting the flames along the floor. More parent took bottles and threw them down in to the boiler. The flames exploded in a fury climbing across the floor and up the walls. The sleeping figure below woke suddenly as the flames caught hold of his clothes. He screamed and ran up the stairs to the outside. Gina ran to them and slammed them shut as 4 men came with boards to brace the door. Gina stared at the smoky glass as the figure behind it, slammed against the door. She watched as a blistered hand wiped ash from the window and looked straight at her. She froze unable to turn her eyes away as the figure cursed and slammed his fist against the glass.

Unable to get thorough the door Fred Krueger gave up his pushing on the door. He had to hurry, the back of his sweater was burning him. 'I don't feel it.' He thought to himself. 'I don't feel.' He ran back through the flames to the inner steps. He climbed them to the top and slammed his fists against it. The splintered wood bracing the far side gave and he tumbled on to the gas soaked floor. This caused the rest of his clothes to be set aflame as well as the rest of the hallway. In a fit of anger he ran as fast as he could down the hall and threw himself out the manager's office window and fell upon the ground still burning. He tossed his flaming body from side to side trying to roll out the fire. The parent jeered and stared at the burning body. Having finally given in to his pain he screamed at them.

"All your children shall be mine!" His voice screamed. The sound echoed from normal to deep as it seemed his vocal cords began to melt in the heat. Rasps and gasps he looked over at Gina with blood shot eyes. "Until the last die!" He succumb to the pills she had slipped into his drink. He let the pain go and began to dream. His body convulsed as he continued to burn.

"For God's sake!" Mrs. Thompson screamed. She took hold of her husband's gun and shot the burnt man twice in the chest. The body stopped shaking and lay still. All of the parent looked down at the stink of man still crisping in the night air and a shutter forced its way though them.

Gina looked down at him and turned away. Her vengeance was done. She watched as the other parents took hold of his limp body and threw him back down in to the boiler. "Bones would be better to get rid of then a body." Walter Lantz said putting his hand on Lt Thompson's shoulder.

The body fell down in to the boiler and the last of the kerosene did its job. Marge Thompson stepped closer to the burn mark left by his body and picked up the blades that had fallen from his hand. She ran to her car and wrapped them securely in an old towel and hid them under the seat. The other parents were so consumed with watcher the body burn they didn't seem to notice her.

Nor did they notice Gina Keller backing away from the building and staring as the fire ate what was able to burned and left behind only brick walls. It wasn't until the last had burned upon the brick walls that the fire department came. They cooled the smoldering ambers of what was left and entered the sweltering steam of the boiler. Lt Thompson carefully removed the bones that remained. He stuffed them into a sack and left the crime scene. No one seemed to care much about a missing murderer and an abandon burnt power plant. And that was just as well to them.

Gina thought about the words he had said in his dieing breath. She wondered how much truth was in them. Was he dead when they threw him in the fire again? Had he truly died? For a moment she almost believed she had seen him breathe. But this wasn't true.it couldn't be. Fred Krueger was dead. But inside all the parent's souls.he had burned his final message.

"All your children shall be mine..until the last die."