Rated: M for final conflicted violence

Disclaimer: I don't own NOES only my characters

Notes: Finished! Whoo what a rush. Pay attention to the epilogue as its important for the sequel. Which I will be posting chapters 1, 2, 3 shortly. Thanks to everyone who has been great to comment and help me out. I had a lot of fun, and I will absolutely continued to write here!

Another Nightmare on Elm Street:

Part Five: Nine, Ten, They'll Never Sleep Again

"Shoot him!" Karen screamed, watching Nancy at the bottom floor of the boiler room, Freddy at her mercy. Harry still lay unconscious, his mouth slightly open taking in small heaps of air. Karen was pale in the face, waiting for Freddy to die.

"Shoot the son of the bitch Nancy!"

Freddy lay on his back, a bullet wound scraped in his shoulder, an evil smile pressed upon his face. Nancy held the gun, her finger on the trigger. "I've wanted…" She began, the trigger setting of, a blast firing in the room, and a wailing calling out. The impact shocked Nancy, sending her backwards, dropping the gun. Karen watched, silence filling the boiler room. Nancy fell on her side, but quickly sat up.

"You missed bitch…"

Freddy stood up, with the sound of bones cracking, the knives scrapping the cement, and a growing laughter filling the air. Nancy reached out her arm, trying to grab the gun. Freddy kicked the pistol from her reached as it skidded across the room. Nancy lunged for it but landed on the ground. Freddy shot it claws at her back but she rolled out of the way, dodging him. She forced herself to her knees and jumped to her feet while Freddy took a swing at her again. Nancy ran, grabbing the railings and thumping across the metal.

"Karen! Get out of here!" She yelled. Suddenly she felt an arm grab her hair, and yanked it hard. She fell back into the killer's hands, Karen nearly screamed. Freddy held her over the railing, the knives ready to tear at her flesh. "I've wanted to do this for a long time too Nancy!" He hissed in her ear, with a horrible pleasure and hatred. "It didn't matter if you stopped believing in me or not, I was always going to return. You can't stop them from believing in me! They're all going to believe! The children are all mine!"

"No…they'll kill you again…they can stop you." She grinned her teeth.

"Not before I stop you Nancy." He said, the knives slowly creeping up her back. Nancy shivered, but took a deep breath. In a sudden jerk, Nancy socked Freddy in the face with her elbow, causing him to lose his grip, and dropping her as she flipped over the railings. Nancy screamed as she fell, feeling airborne and weightless as her body dropped to the ground. She landed on her back, seizing her screams and silencing her. Her blue eyes lay open, as a trickle of blood leaked from her mouth. Her leg was in a crooked position, but slid down to the floor.

Karen's mouth fell open, wanting to call out to Nancy. But she needed to get out of the boiler room. She stood up pulling Harry's body with her, dragging him up the ramp. Freddy seemed to disappear on her, which frightened her. Karen pulled Harry's body out near the exit of the boiler room. She lay him down, taking off her jacket and placing his head on top of it. She stood up looking back down when she heard someone calling her.

"Katharine!"

"Dad?" She could see police cars driving through the gates, the fire from the explosion dying down. Three ambulances followed, wailing as the lights flashed over and over again. She saw James Becker and her father leading a group of cops behind them, running up to her. Words failed his mouth when he saw her at first. Her jeans were stained in blood, her shirt was a mess, her hair was damp and wet, as her face was darkened from the ashes of the explosion. Karen began to limp towards him, knowing what she had to do.

"Oh God Katharine..." Charlie embraced his daughter, holding her tightly. Karen returned his hug, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Dad…"

He stroked her hair, knowing he finally found her. "It's alright you're safe."

She slowly moved her hand by his arm, then lower to his belt.

"Katharine, what are you doing…?"

It gripped tightly in her hand, and she pulled it out of the holster. "Katharine! What the hell are you doing?!"
"I gotta go stop him." Karen told him, jerking away from him. She held her father's gun in her hand, adrenaline pumping in her veins. She knelt down by Harry's face, "Get him to the ambulances. I'm going back."

"No, give me the gun back Karen."

Karen only stood up from Harry, looking back at her father with anger filling her eyes. "I'm going to get Freddy, he's going to kill Nancy." She said, shivering from the fear. "Katharine…"

"Get Harry to an ambulance Dad! Harry's gonna die! I love you, alright. I'll be back in a few minutes." She began to run while limping on her leg, back into the boiler room, "Katharine!"

He started to call her, but she ignored him. James approached Harry, "Jesus…"

"Come on, lets get an ambulance over here." Charlie said while watching him.

Karen limped inside, holding the gun with one hand while keeping her balance with the other. She started to the railings again, peering over them as she walked. She followed the railing down further into the boiler room. The flames of the boilers flickering and giving her faint light, she drew nearer and closer. A screeching sound rang in her ears, she stopped and looked around, readying the gun. The closer she led herself, she continued to look over the railing. Finally she saw a motionless body. Nancy's body.

"Nancy…" She whimpered, shaking as she grasped the metal railings tightly. She bit her teeth, tears of anger streaming from her eyes. She stood up and began to turn when she was confronted by a burnt and scarred man with razors daggering at her arm. Karen screamed, dropping her gun over the railing, as bloody holes were pierced in her arm. She kicked him in the knee, as he retracted his claws. Karen continued to run down the stairs, Freddy in hot pursuit. She tripped on her bad leg, falling and rolling down the ramp. She landed at the bottom, dodging Freddy's blow. She crawled on her legs, looking for her gun.

She could see the top of Nancy's head, lying a few feet away from her. "Nancy!"

Freddy hollered as he grabbed Karen, pulling her up by the neck and dragging her across the room. They passed Nancy's body, and Karen began to shriek. Nancy's shirt had been ripped open, slashed and torn apart, maggots were wriggling out of her bloody stomach. Her face was in shock, her eyes remaining open as her mouth had fallen open in a gasp.

Freddy laughed triumphantly, "Nancy! Nancy! Fuck her!"

He shoved Karen, and dropped her next to the body. Karen fell on top of Nancy, her face inches from the bloody maggots creeping out of her gutted stomach. Karen screamed and jumped off of her, she landed on her bottom, hands behind her as she shook her head and turned away from the sight.

"Noooo!"

Freddy laughed, sneering at her. Karen shot a glare at him, "It's a nightmare! It's just a fucking nightmare! You didn't do anything to her!"

His laughing was halted, as he towered over her, with an ugly look. "What?"

Karen pushed herself up, slowly standing with hair strung in front of her faces. "You didn't touch her. She's alive. I don't believe in your tricks anymore."

Freddy stood there, staring at her. Karen watched him, as Nancy suddenly began to moan. The blood faded away, the maggots disappeared. Now she only lay there as she was. Freddy saw a sneering smile come across Karen's face.

"Fuck your nightmares Freddy."

DIIIIE!!!!

He jumped forward, Karen leapt out of the way. Freddy fell on the floor but recoiled, charging after her. Karen ran down the boiler room, looking for a gun. She looked back briefly as he came after her. She led him down the narrow paths, closer to the inners of the room. Karen limped as her leg throbbed, finally tripping and landing on her face as they entered the center of the boiler room. She looked up and saw he wasn't behind her. But she could hear laughing filling the room.

"Ah Karen…this is my lair. You see, this is where they all came. And I killed every, single, one of them."

His shadow filled around Karen, the fires of the boilers and furnaces flaming behind him. "This is why they remember me Karen…because I sent fear into all of them. All the little shits and bastards, they were all mine! And when you die, they'll remember me just as they used to. Springwood, will be under my wrath!"

The razors shined in the light of the fire. He grabbed Karen's bloody arm, pulling her to his knees. She shook her head, "NO! They won't! They won't! You're just a fucking nightmare!"

"But you'll always remember your nightmares." He taunted.

"Then do you remember me Kruger?"

Karen and Freddy looked up. A gun shot blasted and Freddy slammed against the boiler. Nancy's blue eyes set an icy glare on him, as she stumbled over to Karen, helping her get up. "I-I thought you were dead…" Karen gasped, Nancy cocked the gun again, "I probably should be."

Freddy coughed, as the bullet had plunged into his chest area, through the lungs, "You…bitch…" he wheezed.

Nancy held Karen, shooting the gun, "Damn right I am."

The gun fired again, this time firing at the faulty lights that hung above the boilers. They blasted, with thousands of sparks blowing everywhere. A fixture of lights swung down, crashing into the boiler where Freddy leaned against. It collided, setting the lights on fire. Karen and Nancy watched as the flames rode up the electrical lights, blasting and breaking the circuits. "Come on!" Nancy yelled, as the two of them began to run from the boiler room. The two saw flames erupt, as sparks splashed onto the floors, setting Kruger himself on fire. His screams echoed out through the entire room.

Outside, the cops waited, but saw flames merging from the inside of the building. Charlie's heart sank. Harry rested in the ambulance, remaining silent, as the paramedics perform attention on him.

"What in God's name happened to him?" One had asked.

"Attacked with knives it looks like, look at his face. We got to get him to the ER."

Harry moaned, his glasses had been removed and now they could see the black ashes that powered his eyes were twitching. "Wait, I think he's waking up."

"Erm…" A muttered came from his mouth. "What's that son?"

"Kay…eh…" He tried to mutter. "I can't understand him." The first paramedic said. But before the second could respond, Harry began to have a muscle spasm in his arm. It jerked, as he tried to wake up, still moaning uncomprehending words. He began to have a convulsion, suddenly growing louder. "Get him oxygen, he's dying!"

"Say…ah…!" His words slurred. The paramedic fed him an oxygen tank as his eyes began to slit open, rolling in the back of his head. "What in Christ's name…?"

But he couldn't finish. The ambulance shook as a loud explosion blasted outside. One of the attendants opened the door, and an erosion of flames shot and blew from the outside. The cops were ducking in hurdles on the ground, as the heat flew over them. The paramedics were horrified when the boy started screaming.

"SAVE THEM!!!!" Harry cried, the convulsion still rampaging through his body. All that effort he had, made him pass out again.

Karen looked back, the entire room was set ablaze. Nancy was ducking, as the building began to implode. They were both only half-way up towards the exit. Karen stopped, hearing something clank behind them. Nancy tugged her sleeve, "Karen come on!"

"I heard something!"

"The whole place is falling apart, of course you heard something!"

Karen hesitated but continued to follow her. They crept up the ramp, passing over the metal grated ramps. After a few minutes, the opening to the outside came. Karen could see the cops waiting, and she felt relieved. Nancy and Karen limped outside, breathing in clean air while coughing out the dirty. Charlie saw them emerge, "Katharine!"

"Dad…" Karen coughed out. Nancy let go of her, as Karen ran up to him, jumping into his arms. Officer Becker came over to escort Nancy away, but she wouldn't budge. She paused, and churned her neck back, looking at the fire. "Ms. Thompson, lets go, we'll get you to an ambulance."

"Oh god…" She gasped, seeing a shadow force its way through the fire. "He's not dead!" Nancy screamed. "What?" Becker started to ask, "He's there he's right there! Shoot him!"

Becker hesitated, his hand drawing to the gun. Charlie saw what he was doing, "James leave it! She's insane!"

"Daddy look!" Karen yelled, pointing to the shadow Nancy saw. In the burst of flames, came Freddy drenched in the flames, his mouth fallen open with screams coming out. "Shoot him!" Nancy cried, James holding her back and pulling out his gun. Shots from everywhere came, Karen ducked in her father's shoulder. Freddy was hit once, then twice, then too many times to count. Freddy took a final step, Nancy and Karen both screaming as he did. He lifted his clawed hand, pointed it forward, and collapsed onto the ground. Karen watched feeling the seething pain of the knife targeted at her.

"Is he dead Daddy?" She whispered. Charlie stared at her, then back at Freddy's burning body. "Yeah baby, he is."

Nancy stood there, staring at him for a long time. She heard girls singing, clouding up everything else that was going on. She looked around and saw shadows in the windows. They were small, like children, and they seemed to be dancing.

Eleven, twelve, Freddy burns in hell…

"They can rest now." She said with satisfactory. James began to lead her away, "Excuse me Ms. Thompson?"

She looked back at him, suddenly smiling, "I think I can sleep again tonight."

Epilogue: A Few Hours Later

Karen and Nancy were sleeping in the chairs at the hospital now simply resting for once. Danny was calmed knowing his sister was safe and finally accepting the need to heal faster. Lying in his bed, Harry remained strapped to the table coax and doped with medicine. He wasn't sure if he would get in trouble for breaking out of a hospital let alone putting Karen in terrible danger. As he lay there, he envisioned his home on Elm street. As though a prophecy occurred, he had a gut wrenching feeling that the child-killers ways were over. His spirit was still alive. There had been some major damaged caused to the physical body that was all.

Harry knew Freddy would return. It was easily pictured in his mind. While he wearily dreamt, he couldn't find neither Nancy or Karen's dreams. He simply walked alone in the Dreamworld. However the further he walked, the darker it got. He found himself lost. In a warm place that gave off a horribly cold feeling. Everything felt darker as he walked, when he finally saw glimpses of light coming from random places. Finally he saw movement, realizing it was his own. He was in a hallway, with mirrors in golden and brass frames wrapped around him. The lights grew brighter until Harry could see himself. He looked alright, rather bruised and ill but ok. At first he thought it was nothing but carnival-like mirrors. He couldn't find an exit though. As he switched his body around, looking up and down, he suddenly paused. All the blood in his face flushed from his cheeks. He stood frozen staring at his many reflections realizing what place this was.

He wore a 4-bladed razor glove, dripping of fresh blood.

"No…"

His reflection leered at him, "You put it on Harry. It's the little part of me inside of you."

Harry shook his head, "I don't believe you."

"You should. You're the one whose fucking wearing it."

Harry paused, looking down at his hand, there it was. The blood oozing from the tips of the blades, shining in the faint lights. Scared once more, Harry looked up at his reflection. For an instant he stood when suddenly, the glass exploded, shattering in thousands of pieces, as a dark and demented figure jumped on top of him. Harry's screams went unheard as he stood alone in this nightmare. Glass lay everywhere as he collapsed on the floor, unsure whether he was dueling with the dream-killer once more or the evil reflection of himself…

The End

I'm just going to point out a few things that you could have easily figured yourself.

1) Harry's last name is Scader. If you switch the last 3 letters around its Scared. And somewhere in here I was going to mention his middle name which would have been Issac. So it would have been Harry Issac Scared. Pretty creative? Or just stupid?

2) Harry is also an obvious refrence to Harry Potter. I just love that one crossover story with HP and NOES. Made me want to write this story.

3) And if you noticed Roger's description was tall, freckles and a red-head, a refrence to Ron from HP. I got a kick out of that.

4) Karen's original name was Rachel. Why? Because for some reason I had this deal where Rachel was my default name for every female lead character I had. Then it was going to be Katharine Rachel, as she went by Rachel but was called Katharine by Freddy and her Dad. I thought that was confusing.

5) I didn't really plan for Nancy to have the bigger part that she had. Originally, Karen was going to go find her in a nuthouse after Harry was seriously attacked by Freddy. Then either Nancy would have flipped out on her or been very serious about handling the situation. But her return made a good plot twist.

6) I've had this idea for a story involving 2 characters, Detective Charlie Riley and his girlfriend Dr. Lila Carpenter. The story they're in isn't one of my main priorities to write so I've tried to incorporate them in other stories cause I just like them. Charlie and Lila were actually going to be in this story, Lila being Nancy's cousin who had an interest in the nightmare history of Springwood while Charlie didn't have an actual relative relationship with Karen or Danny but was just a detective. They would be the replacements for Nancy. However that idea was scrapped except for using Charlie's name as Karen and Danny's father. None the less, in a novel I'm writing called the Third Eye and the Black House, Riley and Carpenter are actual characters. But to have a refrence to Nightmare on Elm Street, I renamed Lila Carpenter to Nancy Carpenter. And I would have used Lila's name except I already had someone whose name started with L too. So maybe someday Lila Carpenter will actually make it to a final cut in one of my stories.

7) Originally Roger wasn't going to die later in the story. It would be more like that one guy's death in Freddy vs. Jason where he's in the bathroom and his brother appears in the tub and all that. But it was because of Freddy vs. Jason that I got the guts to watch NOES cause I thought it was a cliched movie. And the most original death I could think of for him was getting smashed into a TV, but that already has been used.

8) This story relates to the original movie a lot more than I expected. I was going to actually start this one after Freddy's Revenge and actually refer to that one. Which I did to some degree, ending this in the boiler room like Lisa did. Also Harry and Karen weren't suppose to be a couple, they were suppose to fall in love. But it was harder for me to write out dialouge from Harry to Karen explaining all of Harry's issues with Freddy without making Karen sound like an idiot. So we jumped forward a few weeks to after they hooked up and she already knew. I don't like my leading ladies to be stupid and oblivious.

9) This started as a comic I was going to make. The first page involved Karen (then called Rachel and I think even Andrea) babysitting Danny, putting him to bed and he tells her about Freddy then and there. Then the next page, it had her talking to Harry on the phone and she asks about him. In that version, Harry didn't know about Freddy either. But after Danny's attack Karen becomes aware. Also in that, Dr. Lila Carpenter and Charlie Riley are suppose to make their apperance. After Karen wakes up Danny as he's been pulled up the wall, she runs outside screaming for help when Riley and Lila drive by. Thus introducing their characters. Again, I couldn't make it work. And Harry and Karen's relationship would have been too much like Glen and Nancy's. So it never happened. I have attempted to make a comic version, however I have issues with keeping up with it so the only pages I have are the 1st 2 involving Wendy Dobber's murder.

Lets say, a lot of thought went into this story. As do all of mine. Probably by the time I finish the next one, I'll have a list of things to mention too.