Rurrlock & ShadowLord's A New Nightmare
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Characters created by ShadowLord 1329 and Wes Craven
Story created by Rurrlock-God of Power
Chapter 6: He's a Bad One
Monday 16th March 1981
Weasel let go of the table and balance on his broken chair. He moved his body slightly to keep balance. This was how bored he was at the moment. He was wishing for something to happen.
''WEASEL!'' A voice shouted, and Weasel fell back on his chair landing with a thud, and a large bump on his head and his chair broken again. He gets onto his knees and sees Steven, Becky, Megan, Tabby, Teresa, Wendy, Kristin and Nancy walk to him.
''Yeah, no one goes with the simple knock on the door anymore. Wait, aren't you suppose to be at school?''
''We need to talk!'' Steven said ignoring Weasel's comment. Weasel could tell something was wrong with the group; they were all sweating, covered in dust and Nancy's hand were bloody.
''Go ahead, what's up?''
''Yesterday, you talked about people dying in their dreams...''
''Wait...'' Weasel cut in ''I said it was a theory police had...''
''What about people sharing dreams?''
Weasel looks at each of the group before answering ''Well...there has been some...wait why are we talking about this?''
''Because just a few hours ago, we all fell asleep and shared the same dreams about some guy who was going to kill us! We got hurt in the dream and the cuts and bruises all happened in real life''.
Weasel always trusted Steven but...''I'm sorry buddy, but this is a little hard to take in''.
Wendy steps forward ''We have another question''.
''Fire away!''
''Have you ever heard of anyone called Freddy Krueger?''
''Fred Krueger?''
''You know him?'' Steven asks.
''Oh yeah, heard of him. He was a pretty bad one; a child murderer a couple of years ago, he got arrested but then the station...''
''Wait, wait start over!'' Steven said.
Weasel sat down on his chair, and took in a deep breath preparing his long story ''Freddy Krueger, the Springwood Slasher, the bastard child of a hundred maniacs whatever people called him he was one thing...a monster. In the mid 1940's, a nun was accidently left in a lunatic asylum with over a hundred of the most insane criminals...''
''My God!'' Teresa said.
''God didn't save her. She was raped, probably by all of them. And it left her with a child...''
''Freddy?'' Steven asked.
Weasel nodded and continued ''His mum gave him up for adoption. He grew up, was treated badly by his step-father and kids at school. But as he grew up, his desire for younger...people remained. By the mid 60s, over twenty kids in Springwood had been murdered by someone called the Springwood Slasher...''
''Over twenty?'' Becky gasped.
''For a while he got away, but then he was ratted out by his own daughter when he murdered his wife. He was trialled; they found out he used an ice-cream truck to lure the kids, that he...not only killed them he...he...molested them...''
The whole group seemed to stop breathing for a moment ''And his favourite weapon, was a glove that had four...''
''Knives for fingers'' Kristin said.
''Can I please tell the story here? He was found guilty and arrested...funny story, no one confirmed who signed his search warrant. Anyways, Ten years he spent in there, it was certain he was going to stay there longer. But then in 1973, a crazy officer...''
''Burnt the station down, killing everyone inside'' Nancy said.
''And how do you know?'' Weasel asked her.
''Because my dad was there when it happened!''
''Oh...yeah so...place burnt down, and his body was never recovered.''
''So he's dead?'' Steven says.
''Some people think so, but like I said his body was the only one that wasn't recovered; so he must have got out during the commotion and escaped. So the police search for him, but he was never seen. So Springwood has presumed him dead. But there was a case in 1978 were a Mexican kid said he saw a man that resembled Freddy as a circus announcer. The police searched, but never found him. But that's not even the weird part...''
''What is the weird part?'' Steven asked.
''I was getting to it...'' Weasel hated being interrupted during his stories ''During his time in the slammer, some of the inmates would say how he would talk to himself, as if he was talking to God. And they also said how he would sometimes do these voodoo rituals and chants. But he stopped that...one week before the fire. And after the fire when they searched his cell, they found carving on his wall. They were pictures of Krazar, Althur and Mukarh...the Dream Demons'' When Weasel said that, the group knew that had to be it; those demons must have given him his powers.
Then something else came to Steven's mind. ''Weasel, when did the deaths of children at night start to increase?''
''Well...I heard how there was a slight increase in deaths in Springwood in 1978...''
''That's when Freddy returned. After the fire he was on the run, he must have started that circus to get to more children. He must have come back when the search died down''.
The group couldn't say anymore, this was already too much for them. But at least now they know who their enemy is!
Teresa helped Nancy back to their house; they didn't talk on the way back. Even if they wouldn't talk about Freddy, they didn't have anything else to talk about without going mad at each other. And Teresa didn't want to argue with Nancy now, with her wrist and what she was going through. Who knows what Freddy did to her in the nightmare? Nancy couldn't get that face out of her mind; something inside told her that she had seen that face before, but she hasn't. But he sure remembered her!
Teresa and Nancy walked in the door and almost instantly...''Teresa, come here please'' Mrs. Kinner called rather calmly. Nancy looked at Teresa worriedly as she waited in the hall, while Teresa made her way into the kitchen. Mr. And Mrs. Kinner were sitting at the table; but what Teresa was looking at was all her stuff on the floor, packed in bags and suitcases.
''So that's it?'' Teresa said ''You're just going to kick me out!''
''I think that this is the best option for you...''
''You mean for you!'' Teresa spat at her.
Mrs. Kinner was shocked by this fight back ''The Kinner family has for generations been Springwood's greatest citizens. We respect our culture, and I was hoping that you would be the same''.
The blind Mr. Kinner spoke up ''Honey, maybe this isn't the best...''
''It is the best dear!'' Mrs. Kinner strictly broke in, then she turned her attention back onto Teresa ''I honestly don't care where you go, just as long as it is far enough from me!''
''That's enough!'' Nancy shouted as she walked into the kitchen and stood in between mother and daughter.
''You know you think that you're the government here, that you're the great messiah who thinks that you are doing the best for everyone. Let me tell you about how I think of you! All the times I've been out with boys...or taking drugs, other people would call me a bad or cruel person. But I didn't listen to them because I didn't think I was a bad person...because my image of a bad person has always been you! You're nothing but a cruel, racist, heartless BITCH!''
Teresa couldn't help but smile; it seemed like a lifetime ago since Nancy was this protective of someone. Mrs. Kinner didn't flinch though, if fact she just smiled ''I don't think that you have any say in the matter...after all you're not even a Kinner. How would you like it if I took you back to the orphanage my slut sister found you in!''
Nancy started to panic, she remembers that place; she hated it, she was scared of it. And also it was not like Mrs. Kinner to curse with her wanting to speak the proper tongue. But Nancy held her ground; a new part (or maybe old?) of herself told her to be brave and protect her friend...her sister.
''That place does better cooking then you!'' Nancy said. Mrs. Kinner's smile dropped, that was here trump card to scare Nancy, and it wasn't working.
Teresa stepped in front of Nancy ''It's okay''.
''What?'' Nancy said shocked.
''I've wanted to get out of here anyway. Take care!'' She goes to get her bags. She grabs one bag with her clothes and tries to get the other, but Mrs. Kinner grabs the bag before her ''I believe these are the ones I brought, they could still be worth something'' She said.
But Teresa just shrugged; she turned to her dad and hugged him. He whispered in her ear when Mrs. Kinner wasn't listening.
''If there is anything I can do, just call okay?''
Teresa nods ''I love you dad''
She turns to leave, Nancy stops her for a moment ''I'm so, so sorry!'' Nancy says while trying to hold back tears.
''It's okay...I forgive you!'' Teresa says and she walks out of the door leaving the Kinner house forever. Mrs. Kinner tries to get back to whatever she was doing, but Nancy just stands and looks at the door gob-smacked. Nancy didn't know what to think. How can Teresa forgive her just like that? After all she had done?
Ryan sat down on the park bench shocked; Steven was sitting next to him. He had just told Ryan the story Weasel told them.
''This guy can actually go into your dreams?''
''Yeah''
''And if you die in the dream...''
''You die for real!'' Steven cuts in.
''Jesus! And to make it worse, this guy still lives in Springwood?''
''We think!''
''If he does, then it doesn't matter whether you're asleep or awake''.
Steven nodded, and Ryan was taking deeper breaths. He then turned to see someone approaching; he nudged Steven to look, he did and saw Becky walking to them. Ryan could tell Steven wasn't in the mood for more fighting, so he got up and walked to Becky.
''I need to talk to him'' Becky whispered.
''I don't think he's in the mood right now!''
''Please...I want to talk to him!'' She begged.
''What's up'' Steven said as he was standing behind Ryan. Ryan knew they needed to be alone, so he walked away leaving them.
''I'm sorry'' Becky said.
''For what?''
''For the way I acted, I was so scared...''
''We saw someone die, I think that...''
''Just wait...'' Becky cut in ''That's what I'm trying to say. We saw Nick die right before our eyes, and what do I do? I was more concerned about your admirers. I was so selfish that...I don't blame you if you hate me...I hate myself''.
''I don't. And I need to say this Becky. There is a part of me that still misses Megan; and there is a part of me that wishes that we could start over. So I can understand if you hate me''.
The two remained quiet for a moment, not show on what to say. But Becky eventually broke the silence ''Tell me, if there is a part of you that wants Megan back why don't you go back with her?''
''Because, then I wouldn't be with you. I'm not going to lie and say I've gotten over Megan because I haven't, but I have you. And being with you I feel incredible; I feel confident, I feel strong, I feel like I can do anything. And I can't imagine not being without you ever!''
Becky's face glows a bit, with a little smile growing on her face ''I got scared when Megan and Tabby came because...you're the first boyfriend I've ever had. I felt threatened; I didn't know how to handle this. And I thought that if you were going to be chased by girls all your life, you'll eventually find someone better than me...''
''I could be stalked for a thousand years, and never come across a smarter, funnier, and more beautiful girl than you!''
Becky started to shed tears of joy; Steven wipe them of her face. They both looked in each other's eyes and thought the same thing ''I love you!'' They then both had their most passionate kiss yet; this one wasn't a simple kiss, this was a binding love.
A love that even Tabby, who was watching from afar (again) could tell would never be broken. She watched them kissing, and normally she would imagine herself in Becky's position. But as she did this time, she thought would anyone be in Steven's position? Tabby had been chasing Steven for so long; she didn't think there would be anyone else.
''You keep this up, you'll eventually get arrested!'' Ryan joked as he walked up behind her.
Tabby just shrugged ''Don't worry, from the looks of it I won't be getting to Steven anytime soon''.
''Tell me what is it about Steven that attracts every girl...cause I look almost exactly like him, yet all the girls mob him!''
Tabby laughs a bit and Ryan is a bit surprised ''Did I just make you laugh? No way?''
Tabby laughs a bit harder ''Don't pat yourself on the back, I'm not one for laughing''.
''Cause you don't have anyone to make you laugh?''
Tabby's smile disappears and Ryan walks closer to her ''I'm sorry that was a bit uncalled for''.
''No it's true...'' Tabby says ''I've spent so long concentrating on Steven, I haven't paid anyone else any attention!''
''Maybe if you dropped the stalker attitude you'll find someone''.
''I've been alone my whole life, why would people start to take notice of me now?'' Tabby asks, and when she turns to Ryan, he has actually gone a bit red.
''Well...I'm...just saying this as a helper...but you're not...unattractive you're actually quite attractive...eh...um...''
Tabby starts to blush as well, and her smile returns.
Ryan continues ''And if you let people get to know you...they might like you more!''
''Thanks, I really mean it thanks!'' Tabby smiles at Ryan and he starts to blush harder ''I've got to...uh...thingy...um...see ya!'' Ryan leaves.
Tabby looks back to see Steven and Becky have gone. She smiles thinking maybe she won't be alone if she tried. So she heads off, and for once, not in the same direction as Steven.
Teresa sits in her usual place whenever she wants to be alone, the park bench. It can get really lonely, especially at night, but right now Teresa didn't mind the loneliness. After all, she thought she would have to get use to this.
''So here you are!'' Teresa turned to see Wendy walk up behind her ''Mind if I sit here?''
Teresa scooted over for Wendy to sit down next to her. Teresa just kept her head down, looking at the ground.
''So what are you doing out here anyway?'' Wendy asked.
Teresa had a bit of trouble getting the words out at first, but finally...''My mum...kicked me out!''
''What? Why?'' Wendy gasped.
''I...it's nothing really! She just...doesn't see eye to eye with me about how I feel'' Teresa sobbed. She tried to stay strong, and act like she could handle it; but sitting next to Wendy, she couldn't help herself.
''Teresa...I know...um...I know'' Wendy tried to say without hurting Teresa's feelings, but Teresa knew what she was going to say.
''You were there weren't you? You heard Nancy''.
''I'm sorry. I came to Nick's place to see how you and Nancy were doing when I heard...I should have said something what she did was awful...''
''It's okay'' Teresa stated.
''How is it okay? She just...and to everyone. How can it be okay?''
''Because afterwards she then showed she was really a caring person. Against my mum, we both showed each other who we really are. And I'm grateful for that!''
Wendy understood what Teresa meat and stopped arguing. She noticed that Teresa was starting to shiver.
''So you don't have a place to stay?'' Wendy asked. Teresa just stayed silent trying to avoid eye contact with her.
''You know you can stay at my place!''
Teresa then looked at her ''I don't think that would be the best idea''.
''Trust me, my parents wouldn't care if you had three heads, they will let you stay!''
''I don't want to be any trouble...''
''My place is big enough don't worry. Come on!''
Teresa gives this a bit of thought. It wasn't the fact that Wendy knew about Teresa sexuality, it was about how she would think Wendy would react if she told her she was falling in love with her. But she thought about Wendy; she wanted her to stay, so for her...
''Alright!''
Wendy jumped up excited. Teresa gets up and turns to get her suitcase, when she feels a coat placed over her. She looks behind to see a coatless Wendy ''It's a bit cold tonight...so...for you!''
''Thanks...for everything!'' And with that the two made their way together.
Ryan starts walking through a large amount of bushes. Tall and thick, he could hardly make out where he was going let alone walking past them. For some reason, he couldn't get Tabby out of his head.
''Oh come on, there is no way I like her like that. I mean she's an okay person but...no I'm just going to not think about her. I not even going to remember Tabby's name...OH WHO AM I KIDDING! I'm thinking about her, I can't get her out of my head, hell I'm even talking to myself about her'' Her, her, her his words echoed down the giant cliff edge he had just walked to.
From the bushes Ryan looked out to see a cliff edge that led to nothing; there was no bottom, no horizon, it was just pitch black. Ryan look down, to see the never-ending fall. He stumbled back taking in deep breaths...he hated heights.
''Okay? Guess I don't go this wayYYYYYY!'' Ryan screamed when he turned back to almost fall of the edge of another cliff. Ryan tried to walk backwards, but as he did, the cliff followed him. Ryan quickened his pace, but so did the edge. He turns around again only to come across the other edge. Not being able to do anything else, he closes his eyes; he can't be scared of something he can't see.
He stands still, keeping his eyes shut. And it was working; he couldn't see how high he was and was starting to calm down. That is until a small gush of wind seemed to blow behind him pushing him forward. His eyes darted open to see him just managing to regain his footing. He was forced to stand and look down. For hours on end he stood, not being able to turn and run, not being able to walk away, not even being able to shut his eyes. He stood shaking, his legs were weak as where his eyes. He felt sick just having to watch this torture.
It felt like days before his body started to fail him, he was swaying left and right soon he would have no choice but to fall. He thought sooner rather than later. He closed his eyes and waited for the wind to gently push him to his grave. He felt something that was like wind but not quite...breath. He then felt the presence of someone standing behind him, stroking what felt like knives on his back...
''Ready!'' The voice spoke, it was somewhat unreadable but Ryan didn't care. He remembered Steven's talk about this guy that can kill you in your dreams, this must be the guy! Sucking up his fear, he thought maybe he could end this first. He quickly turns to take the knives from his back and plunge them into the person behind him.
Ryan's courage and victorious feel disappeared when he saw who it was that was standing behind him...Tabby.
''Ryan...what...did you do?'' Tabby grunted out weakly, blood trickling from her mouth and the wound in her stomach where Freddy's claw was buried.
''Oh my...Tabby, no...I didn't...I thought...''
''It's okay...if we die...'' Tabby stuttered, as a sly smile emerged on her face. And before Ryan could blink, Tabby spins around and slams into Ryan. The blades that had gone through her had now been punctured into Ryan.
''...we die together! HAHAHA!'' Tabby spins around again, to face Ryan but instead of him seeing Tabby's face, he sees Freddy's. Ryan coughs out blood, looking at his stomach to see four knives buried in his stomach. Freddy looks at his glove to see the knives were gone, but with a flick of his wrist four new knives appear on the glove.
Freddy grabs Ryan's throat and crushes hard, before finally pushing him back. Ryan was still alive; Freddy made sure that he would stay alive until he hit the bottom. As he fell, Ryan heard Freddy laugh echo down the cliff. He saw brief flashes of all the bad events in his life. But instead of watching this; he closes his eyes again and remembers all the good events in his life. All of the friends he has known, everything that made his life worth living. Soon darkness consumed him, and thinking about all those memories, he passes away before he hits the ground.
''I'm telling you Margret, I heard something!'' Harry Johnston said to his wife as they walked up the stairs.
''Maybe you're just being paranoid?'' Margret said back. Harry got to the top of the stairs as he stopped and turned to his wife.
''Okay, maybe you're right. Maybe Ryan hasn't invited any girls over and is...''
''RYAN JOHNSTON!'' Margret shouted as she barged past Harry and started walking to Ryan's room. Harry had a big smile on his face ''Works Everytime...''
''AHHHHHHH!'' He heard Margret scream. He turns and runs to see her on the floor weeping; the door to Ryan's bedroom was open. And he looks in to see as sight that will haunt him for the rest of his life. He didn't know what or how, but he knew that his son Ryan Johnston...was dead.
Freddy just keeps on killing, can he be stopped? The answer to that question is almost here. Really hope you have enjoyed mine and ShadowLord's story, this is for the fans by the fans. Next time- The group continuously try to stay awake in anyway they can, Freddy decides to learn a bit about our heroes and...someone in the group will fall asleep, have an epic one on one battle with Freddy...but will meet their end! Who: Steven, Becky, Megan, Tabby, Kristin, Teresa, Wendy or Nancy? Find out next time!