"So, do you want to tell me what happened to your arm?" Donald asked his daughter as he pulled into the garage of his home. "I," Nancy said, looking down at the bandage around her arm, "fell." A deep red blotch was forming on the edge of the gauze. "I don't know." She took a napkin out of the glove compartment and wiped at where her blood was starting to leak through as she got out of the car. Her father followed soon after her as she entered the kitchen. "Well, that wasn't really the best way," Donald said, "but I'm glad you finally got some sleep."
Why don't you ask your father? Nancy remembered what Freddy had told her.
"Hey, dad?" Nancy started. Donald turned to her. "Did we ever know somebody named Freddy?" she asked. Donald's face suddenly drained of color. Nancy could hear his breath catch in his chest. "Um, I…don't think so." he answered. "Are you sure?" Nancy asked, "Nobody named Krueger?"
"Never heard of him." Donald muttered bitterly as he began digging through the freezer.
"You're lying."
Donald took a mostly filled bottle of vodka out of the freezer and took a swig. "I'm not," he grunted, starting to walk past Nancy, "I'm going to bed. I want you to do the same."
"Fred Krueger, daddy," she said, causing her father to stop dead in his tracks, "Tell me who he is."
"Fred Krueger is dead," he whispered, "Dead and gone. Been that way for years. It upset a lot of people around here, so let's just drop it." He continued to walk away, but Nancy grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"What happened to him?"
"Died in a fire, alright?" he answered, pulling his arm out of her grasp, "It was a long time ago It's not important now. Now, good night." With that, he stormed up the stairs to his room at the end of the hall. There was something that he wasn't telling her.
Nancy walked upstairs to her room at the other end of the hall. She stripped off her clothes, taking her shirt off carefully so as not to mess up her bandages, and changed into a pair of white flannel pajamas and crawled hesitantly into her bed. She was still frightened to sleep, knowing what, who, would be waiting for her. She sat up, balled her hands together, and sighed, "Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the lord my soul to keep. And if I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul he'll take." She then laid her head down against her pillow and closed her eyes. As soon as her eyelids shut, she could already feel herself drifting off.
Her eyes opened when her room suddenly felt hotter. She got up from her bed and walked to her door. When she opened it, it wasn't the second story hallway of her home that was there. Instead there was a metal staircase that spiraled downward from her door. She hesitated from habit. She swallowed her fear and descended down the stairs. She needed to find out more. Plus, after her last encounter with Krueger, she wasn't so sure anymore that he would actually intentionally harm her. Below her was the dark hellish boiler. As soon as her feet touched the bottom, she heard the all-too-familiar screech. Her whole body jumped. She looked around, but she didn't see him anywhere. She continued walking until she found herself in a dark narrow hallway. "Krueger?" she called out into the dank air, "I'm here! Just like you wanted."
A voice whispered, "Psst." behind her. Nancy snapped around. At the end of the hallway was a furnace. It was burning so hot its metal surface was sizzling. Smoke hissed out from the edges of the door. Nancy stepped closer to it in sudden curiosity. When she was so close to the furnace she could feel the heat radiating off of it warming her skin, the door burst open. Inside was a doll. Its plastic flesh was melting, its painted eyeballs popped out of their sockets, its pigtailed hair was aflame. Nancy backed away in disgust. Suddenly, Krueger jumped up behind her, grabbed her by her shoulders, and threw her the opposite way down the hall. She landed hard on her stomach, her chin breaking the fall. She looked behind her, rubbing her bruised chin. Freddy stood behind her, his figure a black silhouette before the open burning furnace. He began walking towards her, running his steel finger-knives against the wall as he moved closer. Sparks shot out from the tips of the blades as they scratched against the wall's surface. Nancy quickly got to her feet and ran away from him. Soon she reached the end. She looked to her left and saw another hallway that led to an open door. Bright light shone in through the doorway. She ran at top speed to it. Wherever it led, it had to be better than where she was already.
She burst through the doorway, and her eyes were blinded by whiteness. When her eyes adjusted to the brightness, she saw the small puffs of white falling from the sky, covering the ground in a blanket. A flake landed on her nose and melted against her skin. "It's snowing." she whispered in amazement.
An old red Cadillac pulled up in front of the building. A man stepped out of the driver's side. The man was dressed in a sweater with horizontal red and green stripes. Freddy. He reached back in the car and took out his dark brown hat and pulled it tight over his scalp. He held his sides and shivered. Just then, a police car pulled up behind the Cadillac. An officer stepped out of the vehicle. His eyes were red and his step staggered slightly.
"Daddy?" Nancy gasped. He had much more of his hair and was thinner, but it was indeed Nancy's father.
"Morning Lieutenant Thompson," Freddy said, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, you can," Donald said, his voice dark and threatening, his face made of stone. He took a long wooden bat out of his car and waved it at Freddy. "I want you to stay the hell away from my daughter."
"Are you threatening me?"
"No. That was a warning." Donald held the end of the bat against Freddy's chest. "This is a threat. Now, if you ever come near my Nancy again, I will kill you."
"You can't threaten me like this," Freddy hissed, "now back the hell off you filthy drunken fucking pig!" He swatted the bat away. Donald growled and hit Freddy in the ribs. He doubled over, clutching his side, and Donald hit him again across his face. Freddy's jaw stuck out grotesquely. He fell over on his hands and knees and spit out a mouthful of blood and teeth onto the snow. Donald kicked Freddy in the abdomen with his right boot, knocking the wind out of him. Freddy's mouth hung open as the air blew out of his lungs. Blood drizzled from his lips. Donald brought the bat down on Freddy's back, cracking his spine. Freddy fell flat on the ground on his stomach, writhing in pain and coughing up more blood. Donald went back to his car and brought out a bottle half-filled with alcohol. He took one swig from it, then poured the rest all over Fred Krueger's body. "You scarred my daughter," Nancy's father said, taking out a lighter, "now I'm gonna scar you." He flicked his lighter to life and touched the flame against Freddy's soaked sweater, igniting his entire body.
Nancy backed away, horrified, until she was back inside. A solid metal door slid down over the opening, sealing it completely. She turned around, finding herself in a new hallway. At the end not too far away, she could see a room. Through its open doorway she could see a mattress laying in the floor. She began walking towards it to investigate, when all of a sudden her feet were yanked from under her by something invisible, throwing her down on her back to the ground. Her feet were raised in the air and dragged her body down the hallway. She tried to grab at the walls on either side, but they were smooth and flat and there was nothing for her to hold on to. She stopped once she was inside the room. The room contained a mattress in the center of the floor with lit burning candles covering the walls. Nancy started to push herself up, when suddenly her body flipped through the air. She landed hard on her back against the mattress. Before she could get up, Fred Krueger fell on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. His burns were fresh, but only covered half his face. The skin of his neck, jaw, and his right cheek and ear were charred and sizzling. His right eye was the pale smoky white she was used to seeing, while his left was his human green color.
Steel chains wrapped around Nancy's wrists, holding her arms there. "What do you want?" she shrieked. Freddy traced his finger-blade down her throat, the intact corner of his lip pulled up in a lusty grin. "You." he whispered.
His blade snaked under the collar of her shirt and snipped off the top button. Nancy groaned in disgust and turned her head away. His lips brushed down her neck over her tendon, his burned lips creating unbearable friction against her skin. Nancy squeezed her eyelids together and whimpered. "You know you like it," Freddy chuckled against her collarbone. "Remember this, little Nancy?" he whispered in her ear, running the tip of his index blade down her stomach and down into the waist of her pants, and started tugging them down.
The feeling of his cold knife down her pants sparked a dormant memory in the back of her mind. She remembered being in the dark old boiler, pinned on the hard floor, Freddy's large body over her tiny six-year-old body. She could remember the terror she felt when he cut apart her clothes with his finger-knives, then the pain when he pushed himself into her.
Then the whole environment of the dream changed. Nancy was laying on the ground of the boiler, the pipes above her cold and dark, her arms still chained together. Freddy hovered over her. His hideous burns returned. "You remember now, don't you?" he growled, grinning, twirling her hair around his middle-finger blade. His grabbed her throat with his left hand and pressed his mouth against hers. She screamed against his melted lips, her yells muffled, as he pressed his groin against hers. She continued a long sharp scream as Freddy released his bruising kiss. As her scream rang through the air, everything seemed to melt apart. The chains around her wrists dissipated into dust and she grabbed Freddy by his collar. She flipped over so she was on top of him, and the whole world seemed to snap.
She grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. "If you wanted to be on top," he chuckled, "all you had to do was ask." They both looked around in amazement as they both realized they were both in Nancy's bedroom, but not in a dream. Nancy leaped off the bed for the door. Freddy grabbed her by the back of her neck and pinned her back against the door. She panicked and kneed him in the groin. He let out a hard grunt and fell on his knees. His eyes were opened wide, amazed at the pain he felt.
Nancy pushed through her door and darted down the hall to her father's room. "Daddy!" she screamed. She started to turn the knob, but was grabbed by her hair and thrown back down the hall, landing hard on her stomach. Before she could get up, she was lifted up and held against the wall by her collar. "Now, that," he growled through his clenched teeth, holding his index knife dangerously near her eye, "Wasn't. Very. Nice."
"Dad, HELP!" Nancy screamed. Freddy grabbed her throat, cutting off her windpipe, and punched her in the abdomen, his metal knuckles burying into her stomach. She dropped to the ground on her hands and knees, gasping for breath. Just then, Donald's door opened and he came stumbling out, still fully dressed, his eyes half-closed. "What the hell Nance?" he grumbled. He looked up, and his eyes opened wider. He saw the man he murdered years ago, his burns still fresh, crouching over his daughter.
"Y-you." he gasped.
Fred Krueger looked up at the man who killed him. His eyes turned dark and he pointed a claw at him. "YOU!" he growled, taking a step towards Donald.
"I killed you before," Donald said, "I'll do it again you son of a bitch!" He ran towards Krueger, his fist raised, but Freddy was faster. He grabbed Donald's wrist and stabbed his knives into his stomach. Freddy lifted Donald in the air by his knives and threw him over the railing. His body crashed against a table, the wood crushing beneath his weight.
Nancy jumped onto Freddy's back, wrapping her arm around his neck in a choke-hold. He gagged as she cut off his breath. He slammed her back against the wall. Nancy's grip loosened but she still held on. Freddy grabbed her arms and flipped her over his shoulder, throwing her onto the floor. He picked her up and slammed her against the wall. The skin on her cheekbone split. Freddy licked the blood off her cheek, then threw her down the stairs. She landed on her side. She gripped her left leg, groaning in pain; it was broken. Her head was spinning. She looked up, seeing double, at Freddy as he started to descend the stairs. As Nancy crawled away, she felt her arm bump into her father's foot. She rolled over and saw her father, laying on his back among the broken remains of the table, his head split open, a pool of blood spreading from his stomach.
"Dad," Nancy cried, shaking his leg, "Daddy?" She continued to shake his leg, but he still laid there.
"Aw," Freddy mused from behind her, "how sweet." He raised his right boot and kicked Nancy swiftly in the face, her body flipping over onto her back. She rolled over on all fours and spit out a glob of blood, and a couple broken teeth, onto the carpet. "Oh, did that hurt?" Freddy mused in fake sympathy, holding his gloved hand over his chest, then kicked her again, breaking her ribs. "YOU DON'T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT PAIN!"
He grabbed Nancy by her hair and lifted her up onto her feet. She shrieked in pain from her broken bones. His pale eyes looked her up and down. He then pressed his mouth against hers in another bruising kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth, down her throat, tasting the blood on the inside of her cheeks. She gagged from Freddy's tongue and Freddy pulled away. He gave a pleased, "Mmmmm." as he licked her blood from his lips. A grunt sounded in his throat, and he sent Nancy flying. Her body soared through the air and crashed into a wall. The drywall crushed from the impact. She curled up on her side, gripping her shattered ribs, crying in pain. Hot blood was running down her face from her split head. The sharp breathing from her crying only made her pain that much more excruciating.
Freddy scooped Nancy up, who was barely conscious, in his arms, her body limp like a broken doll in his hands. He kicked open the door beneath the stairway and walked down the wooden steps into the dark basement below. He laid her down on the cold floor, then crouched over her, his gloved hand holding her head by her jaw to keep her head upright. He licked the blood off her face, his left hand roughly groping her chest. Nancy groaned and started to struggle, but Krueger kept her held down. He then moved his hand down to his pants and started to pull down his zipper.
"Ready to play?" he hissed in her face. Nancy, feeling a rush of adrenaline from what she knew Krueger was about to do, grabbed him by the back of his head and bashed her forehead against his face, breaking his nose. He screamed, holding his bleeding nose, and Nancy buried her knee in his groin. She pushed her leg harder against him, pushing him off her, and she sat upright. She started to stand up on her good leg. Freddy started to get up, his nose busted and bleeding. "You bitch!" he growled, raising his glove to attack. Before he could strike, Nancy punched him in his face, knocking him back down. She hobbled over to the barbecue grill by the furnace, grabbed the bottle of lighter fluid, and sprayed the flammable fluid all over Krueger's body. He started to push himself up, then froze when he smelled the pungent liquid as it ran over his face. Nancy took a wooden match and struck it against the striking surface on the side of the matchbox, igniting the match. "You still want to play, Freddy?" she whispered before throwing the match. The lit match hit Krueger's back and his body became swallowed up in flames. He rolled on the ground, screaming, "NO! AAARRGH!"
Nancy quickly limped back over to the stairs, gripping her broken side. As she got up on the bottom step, something grabbed her ankle, causing her to fall over. She looked down at Fred Krueger, his burning hand gripped around her ankle. His hat was off, so Nancy could see the flesh melting off his skull. "Naaaancyyyyyyy." he rasped, his lips melting off his face, smoke seeping out of his mouth. Nancy pulled her leg free. "Fuck you!" she yelled. She held her leg back and kicked him in the face, knocking him back. His head made a sickening crack against the concrete floor, and he laid still.
this part was an actual nightmare that i had after i saw the new Nightmare on Elm Street, except it was Heather Langenkamp instead Rooney Mara who was getting beat up, which made the dream even more disturbing.
let me know what you think of it so far.
only one more part left, and trust me, the ending is the best part ;)