Disclaimer: I don't own ANOES or Fred. They belong to Wes Craven. Maryan is mine however.
Ch 3: Memories
Maryan placed a poorly braided friendship bracelet on the kitchen table, sighing, she dove into the deep black pool that was her memories.
An older man, scremed down the street as a 3rd grade Maryan ran off after ruining the man's herb garden.
"You crazy punk! Next time I call the law on you!" He shouts, a vein throbbing in his liver-spotted temple.
Maryan giggled. Well until she plowed into her neighboors kid...
The boy sat up, his curly blonde hair was messy and uncombed. His ice-blue eyes stared into Mary's violet ones.
"H-Hi." Maryan said sheepishly. "I'm sorry I ran into you..."
The boy shrugged "It's okay. I'm Freddy. Who are you?"
"M-Maryan..." The little girl stuttered...
Maryan was in it deep. Once she started, she coulden't stop thinking about him...Or the first time she killed...
It was a Friday at Springwood Elementery, and the unrully class had turned its attention to the 5th grade Fred Krueger.
"Son of a Hundred Maniacs!" They chanted. But soon the one who started the teasing would pay.
Maryan marched over and punched the red-head who had started all of the teasing. Right in the temple.
The boy collapsed to the floor, his eyes rolling back into his head.
"It wasen't his fault his Mommy was raped you bastard!" She screamed in Krueger's defense.
Maryan sighs...It was going to be a long night.