The New Nightmare Slasher

A Nightmare on Elm Street Fiction

AS22: just so you know, I have written this in first person point of view, but I do not view the world in any way like Angelina, okay? Glad that's straightened out.

Rated mature for language and content, just to be safe.

Prologue:

Black… death… we start to die from the moment we are born… darkness… hate… I hate everything… sometimes life- most times, life seems futile. Death is the end, and it needs to end. That's why I went to him, the burnt man. That's why I asked for his help.

Chapter 1: Angelina

Going from one foster home to the next, what a way to live, right? But since my mother died its all I've known.

I've been to… 5 different schools, 7 different homes. I guess something about me drives people away. My town? Springwood.

The first home sent me away because I was… a pain. I was a pussy, I wanted my mommy back and no one else would do. The second home sent me away because I threatened to kill my new 'dad' twice. My third home sent me away after finding weed in my room, but it really wasn't mine. My mom did weed, and look where she is now. No, drugs aren't my thing.

My fourth home sent me away because they found me in the yard with a dead bird. I didn't kill it… I was just watching the maggots crawl in its head. My fifth home sent me away because… you know, who cares. You get the point, right? It's that I'm not the typical girl next door. My name is Angelina, but I'm no angel.

I have been fascinated with death all my life. Once I tried to kill myself- that was the reason I left the last home. I won't try again, but no one listens.

So now you're thinking I must at least have a psychologist I can confide in, wrong. I scare them away, it's like a challenge to me. Maybe if one psychologist could stand up to me I might be 'cured'. That's ironic, I'm not sick, just odd.

You know Goths, right? All black, dark… that's me, except I wear red. Red shirts and black jeans usually. I've also got a cool red dragon pendant I like to wear, and my hair is long, fake-black with red streaks, and usually down. I was blonde- but that isn't important. What is- the day I met the King of Nightmares.

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Sleep isn't my thing. I usually write until early morning and then sleep all day. I'm 19, right out of high school, and I didn't try college. Who'd take me?

But as I said, I write stuff. Poems… short stories too. I've won awards for my poems, but I don't care. Whoopee? Anyway, then a few nights ago I found a sight on famous murderers. It really didn't enlighten me as I thought, but then one name grabbed my attention. The name was Krueger.

I read on. He was a child violator and a killer. He lived in my town, but he was killed years ago.

Then something else, a link at the bottom of the page got my attention. It was marked Freddy Krueger lives. I had to check it out.

This is so weird… he lives through your dreams… kills you when you sleep? This can't be… yet it sounds so cool… so familiar… the perfect way to never get caught.

I looked at the clock on the computer, and it was already past midnight. Early for me, but I had plans tonight.

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AS22: so tell me what u think. Should I continue or not? Please review!