Rurrlock & ShadowLord's A New Nightmare

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Note: Hi everybody! I'm back and with me, the next chapter of mine and ShadowLord's version of a New Nightmare on Elm Street. I would just like to thank Calluna Rose, Darkness Takes Over and ShadowLord1329 for the reviews and I would like to really thank you for reading all my other stories as well, I love you girls (and guy...I like). Hope you enjoy!

Characters created by ShadowLord1329 and Wes Craven

Story created by Rurrlock-God of Power

Chapter 2: First Encounter

Thursday 12th March 1981

''Mora Cohen was a fantastic person. She had a bright future ahead of her. She always thought of others, before herself. We will miss her greatly'' That was the speech Springwood High's principal Mr. Hamel gave. The school held a ceremony for her; Mora's parents were at the front with all the teachers as the students were seated, all silent for Mora...remembering her.

Also at the front was Kristin; she couldn't think or speak. Someone she knew her whole life was gone, and for an unexplained reason right before her very eyes. As Mr. Hamel continued his speech Kristin kept seeing Mora's face as she died in that cinema.

After the ceremony, Steven and Becky walked up to Kristin.

''How are you doing?'' Steven asks.

Kristin just nodded and walked away, holding back tears.

''I can't imagine what she's going through'' Steven said to Becky.

''And what makes it worse is that she was there as well. She had to see her die''.

The bell rings for the next class, and they both had different ones. Becky quickly pecked Steven's cheek and headed to her class. Steven turned to watch Mora's parents leave. He had a similar situation with his parent's death. Although he was never there, he always had nightmares about the mugging. Sometimes they were killed by a man, monster, shadow, it always changed.

Steven watched them walk out of sight, and standing next to them was a man in a cloak and hat...staring right at Steven. Steven looked closer to see if he was looking at him. He got his answer when the hand held up his hand, and flicked them like claws.

BEEP! BEEP!

Steven jumped as a truck drove by; when it passed the man was no longer standing there. Steven looked around but couldn't even see where he had walked to; so shrugging it off as a hobo that wanted to scare him, he goes to class.

After school, Steven heard that Becky and her friends were going to the park with Kristin to cheer her up. So he made his way to a back alley near the school to meet up with some friends. He reaches the end and walks into an old warehouse abandoned years ago. Inside already were his cousin Ryan Johnston, and his friend Nick Lane.

''Hey how are you?'' Nick asked.

''Good mate''.

''We heard about that girl in your school!'' Ryan blurts out.

''Hey come let's not talk about it okay. Is Weasel here?''

''Who's calling?'' A voice came from behind a broken table; and from underneath it raised Weasel who was fixing a chair that he then sat on. Weasel was the 16 year old, street wise street rat; but he liked to call himself the king of the streets.

''Hey Steven how you doing?'' He greeted.

''Good. So you prepared everything?''

''Steve I guarantee you, this will go down as the greatest and most heart-warming date known to mankind's history''.

''Bit over the top'' Steven jokes.

''When you're the street king, you can never go over the top!'' Weasel jokes back ''So how long you to been going out for again?''

''Six months'' Ryan shouts, Steven playfully punches him in the shoulder.

''Do you mind? that's personal''.

''You're right I'm sorry it was personal to you...so have you two done it yet?'' He ran as soon as he said that dodging Steven's punch.

Springwood Park was packed today, but the girls all found a seat. Kristin sat in the shade by a tree not saying much. Becky and Megan tried to talk to her, but her conversations were always cut short. Tabby was talking to Wendy, but no matter what subject she would eventually (when the sisters weren't listening) talk about Steve. Teresa had to go home right after school, and right now Wendy would rather talk to her than listening to Tabby's constant...

''I couldn't save her'' Kristin whispered. The group stopped talking and turned to her.

''What?'' Megan asked.

''I couldn't...I was right there and...I didn't...I wasn't'' Kristin stuttered and the tears started to flow.

''Hey listen'' Becky told her ''It wasn't your fault, she had a seizure and...''

''No it wasn't!'' Kristin shouted causing the group to jump back a bit.

''It was not a seizure, I'm tired of all the police, teachers, everybody calling it a seizure or a heart-attack it was more''

''What do you mean more?'' Tabby asked.

''...It was like she was possessed...There was something possessing her'' The group sat with pale faces, there weren't sure of what to say next. Kristin wasn't known for breaking down like this, but she was scared. More than she had even been in her life. And the man sitting on the bench watching them from afar could tell as well...and he loved it...Freddy loved every bit of it.

A football came bouncing towards his feet. He picked it up and a little boy of seven or eight years came running over to him.

''Can I have my ball please sir?'' He asked. Freddy just stared at the boy and held the football in his hand. But he eventually passed it to him.

''What's so funny sir?'' The boy asks noticing Freddy's big grin.

''Oh just having a good scare with some friends'' He replied as he looked towards the group again.

''Is it fun to scare people?'' The boy asks again.

Freddy turns to the boy again, and leans in close to him.

''Tell me what are you afraid of?'' He said.

The boy thought about this for a moment before replying ''Dogs''.

''Dogs?''

''Yeah you know the really big ones''.

Freddy's grin grew bigger ''Well you better be careful then...cause I hear they like to chew on the little ones!''

The boy gasped and then runs away. Freddy chuckled before turning back to the group, keeping a particularly close eye on Kristin and saying to himself ''While I prefer the ones that are just ripening!''

Teresa has lived in Springwood her whole life, but only just. He dad was blind and her mother wasn't always very supportive of the family. They were always falling behind on bills, but her mum would use her dad's benefits to sometimes pay back. Her mother, believed that they were the most sophisticated family. And what made matters worse was Teresa had an adopted sister.

''Hey T, get up here now!'' Her sister shouted. Teresa groaned and walked up stairs. She opened the door to her sister's bedroom, they use to share a bedroom until...personal problems between the two.

Teresa's sister was everything you could hate about a person; she was her opposite, a trouble-making, drug taking, sex mad, suicidal witch. Teresa hated her guts, but deep down felt sorry for her; her dad died in a fire, and a year later her mother shot herself. She was taken in by Teresa's aunt at first, but she soon died of stroke and so guardian duties fell onto Teresa's parents.

She retained the same first name, and always preferred to use her original surname, as her new one would mean she was related to Teresa. In a different life, she could be a polite and brave girl that will always protect her friends; but this was a new life...this was the new Nancy Thompson.

''So you made it through first day huh?'' she mocks as Teresa stands at the doorway like the little girl she was in this house. She didn't answer, but Nancy just shrugged as she lay on the bed.

''Get any boy's numbers for me?'' She asks again, this time Teresa reacts.

''I thought you already had a boyfriend?''

''What's wrong with experimenting?'' Nancy replies like it was nothing.

Teresa turns and tries to walk away...

''So did you meet anyone?'' Nancy calls and Teresa stops in her tracks.

''None of your business''.

''What's the matter? Afraid they won't like you? Who wouldn't?''

Teresa turns back to her clenching her fists.

''Actually...I made a friend today for your information''.

''So was he blind or retarded?'' Nancy mocks. Teresa walks up angrily to the side of her bed.

''I'll have you know that there is nothing wrong with her!'' She shouts, but Nancy just laughs now.

''Uh oh, he's a she. Oh bet she won't like you when she finds out you might have a little crush on her''.

''I don't!'' She screams tears flowing from her eyes.

''Good...it's disgusting and unnatural that you like girls''.

''...there is...nothing wrong about finding people that you like and like you back!'' Teresa yells at her and then storms out of the room, but not before hearing Nancy shout...

''It's funny, you didn't say anything about her actually liking you''.

Teresa lies on her bed, head on the pillows crying her heart out. Why couldn't anyone except her for who she was? But then she thought that maybe Nancy was telling the truth, maybe Wendy will hate her if she finds out. She always found it difficult to go to school fearing if people found out about her.

The sun begins to descend as Tabby made her usual way back home. Passing an alley, she hears a strange noise a light cry, but not human. She then sees a small kitten caught in a plastic bag. She cautiously looks forward into eerie darkness, the story Kristin was talking about earlier had freaked her out enough.

She made her way through, she steps into a puddle and freaks out; she hates the touch of water, especially cold. She grabs the bag and lifts it off the cat as it sprints of further into the darkness; Tabby will gladly walk the other way...except for bumping into the person behind her.

''AHHHHHH!'' Tabby screams.

''AHHHHHH!'' Weasel screams as well ''Jesus Christ, did Halloween come early what the hell you doing scaring me like that?''

''Me scare you?'' She asked still gasping.

''Yeah, coming into my turf and screaming to the high heavens...''

''Wait your turf? You're Weasel right?''

''Yeah you know me?''

''Steven mentions you sometimes, the street rat'' Tabby says mockingly.

''Street king thank you! Well I'll be seeing you soon, have a nice weekend''.

Tabby looks on confused ''What's that supposed to mean?''

Weasel panicked ''Oh you're not Rebecca...well...um...oh look at the time I need to...'' He was cut off as Tabby grabbed his shoulder.

''Tell me, what is Becky doing this weekend?''

''Nothing...Natta...I have no clue...no idea...zip...'' Becky started to pressure his shoulder hard and Weasel screeched in pain ''She and Steven are planning a romantic weekend date together, West Springwood Park'' He gasped out.

Tabby's face turned to disgust ''That...oh my...Steven can't go with...''

''Eh excuse me... not to interrupt you or anything, but I don't want my shoulder snapped in half'' Weasel yelled. Tabby let go and he dropped to the floor holding his shoulder.

''Oh, I'm not letting Steven slip away from me. I'm going to give him a real show this weekend'' Tabby grunted as she walked off, planning her fiendish revenge.

Within minutes, it was pure darkness. Nothing but the faint lights from the lampposts keeping Kristin's nerve. She thought that a walk would do her good, but it got dark earlier then she would have thought. From behind her, she thought she could hear a sort of scraping noise. She turns to see nothing. So she carries on walking forward, her pace quickening.

The noise is heard again, something like metal scratching on metal. She turns again, still nothing behind her. But she keeps her sight set on a shadow that seemed to move; and then that's when a man emerged from the shadow...Freddy Krueger. Kristin steps back, Freddy walks slowly towards her scraping his claw against the wall.

Then he realised it wasn't the sound that scared her, but the sight, Kristin was afraid of knives. Freddy used this, he began waving his claws, flicking the fingers; Kristin was in a frenzy she was too scared to even get to her feet.

''Do these scare you…just wait till you fall asleep!'' Freddy then made a quick dart to her claws first; Kristin was on her feet and running down the street. She was out of his sight, but she could still hear that maniacal laughter of his.

Although writing the nightmare sequences is cool and fun, believe me it is only half as much fun as writing the new Nancy. Turning one of Slasher's most inspirational heroines into what I've just written, has been the best thing I've ever writing in my opinion. You may not like her (hope you don't like her, that's what I'm going for), but writing her is so much fun! Next chapter- Someone will have a nightmare encounter...who will fall asleep? And will they survive?