Demented

My third chapter. Warning: short chapter. Is anybody recognizing the pattern of my chapter titles? Anybody? Obviously not, they're Eminem songs. I don't care if he's a wigger, his tunes are catchy. Here are responses to my past reviews:

Anonymous- I don't have to take that from you, you don't even have an account!

xDemolitionxloverx- Thanks for talking to me all this time and encouraging me to upload this story. And thanks for reviewing on my chapters. You've really helped me out here on fanfiction.

darkness takes over- Augh, I feel so stupid!!! I figured since his wife ran out of the cellar yelling "I won't tell," I assumed she saw dead bodies. I'm supposed to be the Freddy fan, and I don't know shit! *facepalm* Anyway, thanks for the review. Glad my writing is decent.

I don't own NOES. Haha, oh noes! Like lolcats. I just realized that. Rated M, blah, blah, blah. Also, I changed the title. Psycho is an existing movie. Damn you, Alfred Hitchcock.

Chapter 3: Public Enemy #1

Freddy's POV

"Mr. Krueger?" That confirms it, it is Elvira. Though shocked, I smirked. "So, did you kill that bitch of a mother?" She let go and glared. "No, I ran away with Emma before I could. If I ever see her again, I'll fucking tear out her own liver and make her eat it!" This girl, Emma, came downstairs. I remember she was a little shut in who never came outside except for school. Emma always had sad, droopy eyes. She never knew her father, either. Her mom, I remember, was a whore. I came towards her and readied my claw for impact.

Elvira's POV

I stood in front of Emma. "Don't touch her. I can't die, but she can," I said. He shot daggers from his cold eyes. "Who's going to stop me, bitch?" Mr. Krueger was arrogant, as always. "Look," I said. "If you spare her, I'll bring you more victims. Knowing you, you like killing children, right, Mr. Krueger? I'll bring those teenager brats to you." He looked beyond pissed. "Stop calling me that!"

"What, Mr. Krueger?"

"My name is Freddy Krueger."

I looked around. "So, 'Freddy', do we have a deal?"

"All those brats are using hypnocil, you can't get them to dream!"

I pondered this for a moment.

"I'll deal with the hypnocil. Ready your claws, Krueger."

I pushed Emma out. She didn't need to know anything of this.

Freddy now smirked. "Deal." I smiled and sliced my arm open. I awoke in my bed and looked over to the clock. It's almost midnight. I prepared for battle.

Emma was already out my door. She nodded and stood aside. "What are you going to do with the hypnocil?" she asked. "I planned on flushing it but they can't recover hypnocil from a fire." Emma stood silent and said "I'll gather the firewood." I smiled and left. Springwood is a small town. I should be able to do this in a night. My first destination was the warehouse. That's where the hypnocil is stored. I walked up to the warehouse gate. It's made of barbed wire. Brilliant. I continued climbing, aware of the soaring pain through my skin.

By the time I had jumped to the other side, my skin was blackened and my hair was fried. I broke through the door and looked around. There they are, the boxes labeled "Hypnocil." I dragged every box one-by-one to gate and threw it over. After a while, Emma appeared with a wagon and loaded the boxes on. She kept her serious expression, but I knew she was laughing inwardly at my fried appearance. "Load the boxes on, Emma, then leave. The cops will catch you." She nodded and continued loading boxes. I finished and climbed over once again. My skin looked even worse, now.

I dumped all the boxes in the firewood in my backyard. Now for the convenient store. I grabbed a plastic sack and ran to the store. I broke the window and stepped inside. There goes the alarm. Shit! I quickly knocked all the bottles from the counter inside the sack. A police car appeared outside the window. I had to think fast. I saw a ladder leading to a roof hatch. I climbed up and took the ladder after I had reached the top. I closed the door and waited. I heard the cops bringing their own ladder. A young cop opened the door and I bashed the end of the ladder on his head. Blood stained the floors and he fell all the way to the bottom. I slid down the ladder and ran out the door. The cops were chasing me… with guns. "Stop!" they said. One fired a bullet and it hit my shoulder.

I started sprinting with the officers behind me. I brought out my scissors and chopped their heads off as they continued shooting me. I emptied the bottles into the pit Emma had made. I had to move quickly, more cops would be here soon. I ran house to house, breaking through the windows. I rampaged though every floor, looking for the hypnocil. Family members awoke and called the cops. One brat punched me in the nose, so I stabbed a nearly kitchen knife in his stomach and left. I found all hidden bottles in every house and dodged bullets from the cops.

I dumped a bottle from the last house into the pit. Emma was hiding in a bush. Teenagers and police gathered and tried to grab the hypnocil. One kid ran in the pit and gathered every bottle he could hold. I can't let him escape. I lit a match and threw it in. The hypnocil, and the kid burned. His friends cried and screamed. The cops were shooting every second, now. I picked up Emma and tried to cover her with my arms. I ran faster than I ever had in my life. We ran into the woods and found the large rock hiding a room in which we lived in as kids after we ran away. We shoved the rock over and jumped in. Emma was whimpering as tears ran down her cheeks.

She felt bad for the boy who died. I handed her a piece of cloth from my shirt. I couldn't be mad at her, no matter how much I tried. I can't hate an emotion I don't feel; pity. I sighed. Her heart was made of gold. It made me wish I could feel emotions as much as her. The only feelings I had were of hatred and anger. I can't be sad about my past, only vengeful for my mother. But Emma was sad. She cried at every story of someone's death. She sobbed every time someone was upset over their past. As a child, she was locked up so often she never heard of the awful things that happened in the world. When I told her about animal abuse, she rolled into a ball and said "I didn't know people were so bad." She started watching the news and saw all the bad things that happened. She saw torture videos on the internet. She slowly became absolutely miserable.

But, what surprised me was, she never cried for herself.

I put my arms around her and we fell asleep.