SHOUTOUTS/ANSWERS

Tojo1985: Thanks. Uh, that's not good. I should probably hurry this up then. Giddiness is good---well, hey. Ain't we all?

Ryla Dante: Hey, I understand. After all, you don't want to be reading a story about a movie you already know. Glad you gave it a chance and that you're likin' it. Glad I'm not the only one. Thanks…here you go.

Windyfontaine: That's true, lol. Thank you, hope you like it. Hey, that's great. Hope that keeps up. Thanks. I'll try.

Jayme: Glad you think so. Thanks.

DISCLAIMER

I know I accidentally called Terri "Amy" in the last chap, but I'm too lazy to resubmit it again. Belongs to Wes Craven and New Line Entertainment. I only own the plot. Though as a rule I try not use it, there is slight language in this chap.

"May we come in?" Mrs. Carter requested.

"Yeah, sure," Capt. Thompson responded.

"What did you do to your nightgown?" Dr. Gordon wondered.

"I didn't do this! I had a nightmare!" Alicia exclaimed.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you anywhere?" Rod and Nancy asked, as the other kids clamored with their own questions.

"I'm okay. I woke up before anything could happen," Alicia assured them.

"Thank goodness," Nancy sighed.

"Who is this guy? What does he want with us?" Alicia wondered.

"Now hold on. You all keep talking about some man in your dreams that are trying to kill you. Yet, no one's even said his name or what he looks like," Dr. Gordon stated before anyone could answer the teen.

"He's burned and he wears a brown hat---" Nancy began.

"And a dirty red-and-green sweater," Rod added. The kids went rigid at the familiar description.

"And on his right hand, he has a glove with four knives," Nancy finished.

"His name is Fred Krueger," Rod told them.

"Well, what does he want with me---or---any of us?" Alicia wondered.

"He wants revenge on you because he's punishing us for killing him," Capt. Thompson told her.

"But why me? Why does he hate me?" Alicia wondered. Nancy was silent as she stood up and walked away from the group. Noticing her disturbed stance, Rod joined her.

"What is it?" he asked softly.

"Rod, the kids are right. It doesn't make sense for Krueger to go after them. What if he's just using the kids to get to us? We got away. Maybe it's us he's after. Maybe these kids are just the bait," Nancy whispered.

"Hey, he ain't gettin' his hands on us, no way. We know how to take him down," Rod reminded her.

"Mr. Macho," Nancy playfully accused.

"Hey, up yours with a twirling lawnmower," Rod shot back teasingly.

"Nyah. You say such sweet things," Nancy responded, before giving him a kiss. Just then, Emily yawned. Everyone froze and tensed at the sound.

"Careful that's catchy," Jack warned. Almost on cue, Alicia also yawned.

"Do you have any extra Hypnocil?" Rod asked.

"No, not extra," Nancy answered. Then, "But everyone's welcome to a pill."

"Hypnocil? What's that?" Luke wondered.

"It's a dream suppressant. You take it and you can sleep without dreaming…without wondering if Krueger's gonna get you," Nancy answered.

"I still say this is just a bunch of bull," Dr. Gordon declared.

"Yeah, I'm with him. There's no way you can die in your sleep," Wade agreed. Rod rushed at his friend, pinning him against the wall.

"Krueger slashed my girlfriend to ribbons right in front of me! He tried to hang me! And each time---we were asleep," he stated, his voice cracking. "I---I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Nancy. She saved me. Stopped Krueger from killing me," he continued.

"Rod," Wade said in surprise. He hadn't known his girlfriend and best friend had died in their sleep. Rod released him and backed up.

"I couldn't even return the favor and save Glen. He died in my arms. My best friend died in my arms. So don't you tell me that this is bull," Rod thickly insisted. As she listened to Rod's account, Nancy's throat muscles constricted and tears streamed down her face. Oh, how she missed Tina and Glen. She missed laughing and joking around with them. She missed Glen sneaking over to her house.

"Nancy," Dr. Gordon said, as he came over and began to put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"Up yours with a twirling lawnmower," Nancy responded, shoving him away. Then, she, Rod, and her father let the kids each take one pill. However, Dr. Gordon and Wade refused to take one.

"Are you sure?" Capt. Thompson checked.

"I'm fine. I'm not the one who needs to be medicated," Dr. Gordon answered. The police captain rolled his eyes. He almost deserves to be killed by Krueger, he thought to himself. Then, he silently reminded himself that the doctor hadn't witnessed horrific killings, alive or dead. Presently, one-by-one, the kids and adults fell asleep, until Dr. Gordon was the only one awake. The man walked around, watching the group sleep. Nancy and Rod had fallen asleep next to each other, and Rod had placed his hand on top of Nancy's. The man felt a twinge of jealousy. What on earth did Nancy see in this guy? It obviously couldn't be his fashion sense. He was wearing a pair of gray jeans, a white shirt, and a black leather jacket. Then again, Rod had said that they had lost their friends six years ago. It was probably just the circumstances, nothing more. Neil walked around the kids, as he headed for the couch. Once he was seated, the man found himself falling asleep. He blinked and shook his head. He had to---he had to stay awake. However, it was a losing struggle. Neil looked around. Steam hissed and something clanged.

"Where in the world am I?" he wondered. He began walking around. As he did so, he became aware of kids' singing.

One, two, Freddy's coming for you.

Three, four, better lock your door.

Five, six, grab your crucifix.

Seven, eight, gonna stay up late.

Nine, ten, never sleep again.

Neil frowned. Wasn't that the song Matt, Terri, Ben, and Kelly mentioned? He shook his head. His subconscious had probably remembered them singing it, and had produced it here. Just then, he heard a man's rasping breathing.

"What in the world?" he wondered. There was the sound of cloth ripping and the man jumped.

"Who's there?" he demanded. A man chuckled. Neil frowned.

"I'm not going to ask you again," he cautioned. There was a loud screeing noise. Then, the sound of metal tapping on metal.

"Who---who's there?" Neil asked again, his voice betraying a slight quiver.

"Scared, Dr. Gordon?" a man taunted.

"Show yourself," Neil dared. The screeing noise came again, closer this time. Thoroughly on edge, the doctor took off running. He heard booming laughter and pounding footsteps. As he ran, Neil periodically looked over his shoulder. Suddenly, he tripped. As he heard his pursuer advanced, he put out a hand to steady himself. Searing pain flashed through his hand just as he heard a roar of triumph. With wild eyes and trying to bite back a cry, Neil jerked awake.

"Dr. Gordon, are you okay?" Capt. Thompson questioned. The other man looked up and was surprised to see the rest of the group in front of the couch, looking at him in concern.

"Uh, yeah," Dr. Gordon answered with some confusion.

"Your shirt," Terri noted. The man followed her gaze to see that the top of his right shirtsleeve was ripped. Then, he winced in pain. Immediately, he turned his hand over to see a burn mark on his palm.

"What the heck?" he asked.

"What did you hit?" Capt. Thompson questioned.

"I---I was running through this factory type place. There was---a lot of smoke and steam," Dr. Gordon said.

"The boiler room," Rod determined.

"Well, anyway, I---tripped, and---grabbed a pipe. I just---I grabbed a pipe," Dr. Gordon told them. He looked at the group and then back at his hand. He didn't want to believe it, but the proof was right in front of him.

"This is real," he whispered in shock.