Other Fan Fiction ❯ A Freddy Krueger Fanfic ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

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A Freddy FAnfiction

By Jessica Cohen

Prologue:

Freddy Kruger. Plenty have heard his name, unfortunately

nearly the whole handful of them are dead. Why? Freddy was a child rapist

who had a fancy for little girls. When the authorities couldn't do-or would not

do anything to stop this maniac, the parents of the children revolted. They

attacked Freddy-they burned him to death.

Freddy's vengance has not gone undone and possibly never will be so.

He haunted the home he lived in-still standing-it was a house on Elm Street.

He did not haunt, say hunt, the way most "ghosts" would do. Freddy haunted

the dreams of those who came to live in his house, dreams that caused actual

pain. He'd get the people to fear him and then grow more powerful. Then he

could kill them do as he wished with whomever's dreams he chose to possess.

His appearance was a shadow of what happened to him. He was burned

horribly from head to toe. He wore a black hat and a red and green Christmas

sweater. A glove covered his right hand. From the glove were extended five

sharp and repulsive knives. His voice was something between high and deep,

and oddly sketchy and sinister. Freddy-for those who knew him-was one that

anyone couldn't help but fear.

Once in power, he'd haunt the people who knew of his existence and

whose dreams were available to him. Many died by his hands and whatever

gruesome procedures he could conjure.

When times did not treat him well or when everyone forgot him, he'd

find a strong and able being to remind the people of who he was. For

example, once he used another monster called Jason Vorhees to do his

bidding. In that event, he was remembered only to be slaughtered by Jason,

who also lost the battle. But Freddy could not be killed. His existence was

inevitable.(As was Jason's)

So what could really stop him? A hammer of morality, perhaps? He

could be slowed. If one did not fear him, then they had no reason to be afraid.

But who wouldn't fear Freddy Kruger? Who could find "good" in one so evil?

And perhaps this person could erase the evil or learn the truth to his demise,

ridding the world of his terror once and for all. But could such a person be

found?

In the year 2006, in Springfield, Illinois, a girl came to live in "Freddy's

house" on Elm Street. She was a teenager of 15 with a country upbringing and

a love for all things dangerous and fun.

Her name was Lenne Rosette Hennings. She was a transfer student

from Florida. Lenne was 5'3" with smoky green eyes and pale skin. Her hair

was jet black and strait, reaching just past her shoulders. Naturally her voice

had a certain twang to it that couldn't be called anything but southern and she

spoke occasionally with slangish terms that easily confused several of the

people in her new hometown.

Lenne had an interesting background, not only with the loss of her true

father and with her jailed abusive stepfather, but with her kindly mother who

loved Lenne more than anything in the world. But if ever there was a person

such spoken of to learn the truths of Freddy, it was the girl Hennings from the

south. And this begins the tale of Freddy and the green eyed girl from Florida.

Enter the Peril of a Devastating Tale

Be Warned of The Future's New Song

Could this be the End of Elm Street's Tale

Or the Coming of Something Along?

One

I never thought Freddy's as such a peculiar tale. I just know

that he was feared among the masses of Sprinfield. Looking back

upon the time I spent there, I realize the truth is very real. It all

makes sense now that I think about it. Revenge is a very cruel and

peculiar thing. And it caught Freddy on the very worst day, and it

took me so long just to figure it out. That Freddy wasn't what

everyone thought he was...his existence...meant so much more...

. . . .

I wondered why no one else lived on Elm Street, except for

the Batty Old Lady Called Ferny who lived at the very end. Thus I

pondered at how my mother got this house so cheap and why it

was the only one for sale. I also thought it odd that no one should

drive, walk, tread, or find themselves lost on such a street in such a

town as Springfield. My name is Lenne Rosette Hennings and I

came from a southern town and into a northern one.

My mother, her name is Marrylan, but we call her Mary for

short. I've wandered these streets for a week now, familiarizing

myself with Springfield and its people. They are not quite as kind

as the ones down south, the ones who will open doors for you,

smile when you pass, and help you with something whether they

knew you or not. Not to say that there aren't kind people here, but

I have collected that they are superstitious, overcautious, and a

bit set in their ways. But who isn't?

I've smiled at every person I pass, opened doors, and offered

help where it was needed even here. But all I've gotten lately is

odd looks and supressed giggles until I was out of earshot. So it

came as no surprise to me, that when I met some of my new future

classmates, that they didn't approve of my ways.

I was passing in front of a CVS Pharmacy when I first met

Allison Johnson. She was conversing with five girls about some hot

guy called Leo. She was the perfect cheerleader type---A blue eyed

blonde with a body that boys would dream about and the lead

gossip of the school. I already hated her, deep down, but since the

feeling hadn't quite surfaced yet, I took a chance.

"New girl in town?" She said, spotting me.

I gave my usual introduction. I looked bored and shrugged it

off. "Hi. I'm Lenne." I said. My southern drawl came out more

than I had intended it to. They exploded into a jumble of feminine

laughter.

"Hi, Lenne." said the leader, who tried her own at a hick

accent. "My name's Allison Johnson. I be head cheerleader. These

here my girls. Them are Gabriella, Amy, Laura, Katie, and Kelly.

That right y'all?" She said it in a prissy high voice that said "snob"

right to my face. I didn't take insults well. As the southerner that I

was, I responded with the slick grace that any country girl would

have.

"No one told me that Springfield was full of bitchy little

yankee girls." I said as I walked by. Usually the cursing thing was

beneath me, because my Mother would "skin my hide" if I did and

I didn't have anything against yankees, but it was a particularly

useful prejudice at the time.

"Excuse me?" said Allison in an offended tone. I ignored her.

"Hey! Little redneck girl? Hey!" She ran up and blocked my way.

I felt her friends hovering behind me. "What did you call us?"

I tried to look as bored as humanly possible. "Would you

move please? I need to get out of here. Your disease could be

contagious. I don't wanna catch it."

"Piss off, little hick-bitch! Treat your superiors with suspect!"

Allison growled. I snorted at her mistake and her friends sighed

as they caught it too. "That's respect, idiot." I shoved past her.

"I'll find out where you live and it'll be over for you! You

won't even have a reputation in this town!" She yelled.

I stopped in my tracks when I heard them giggling and had

to stop myself from smiling as I turned around. I still didn't know

what had happened on Elm Street that made people avoid it so, but

somehow I knew that what I said next would work to scare them

off. "You wouldn't step on my street even if you knew where it

was!" I announced, loudly.

"Tell me where it is and I'll be sure to prove you wrong!" She

said, catching up to me in clicking heals. I smiled dangerously as

she approached. "Sure ya wanna know, Allison? You might not

like it."

Of course Allison was too stupid to pick up what I was

headed for, but a few of her friends were giving me odd-knowing-

looks as to what street I meant. "Oh, I'm sure I can handle it!" She

said, finally facing me again.

I told her with a gleam in my eyes, a gleam that even scared

some of the men back home. My eyes clouded over and looked on

dangerously when I was mad. And little miss priss had pushed

my buttons the wrong way. "I live on Elm Street." I hissed. She

was stunned. The fear that crossed her face when I said that wasn't

exactly reassuring, but it was satisfying at the time.

"E-Elm Street?" She whispered. "You mean his street..." She

started to turn away and apparently thought better of it. "No. I

won't go there," she reassured, "But you won't last very long if

Freddy finds you on his street." Her friends gasped when they

heard the name. They ran over to Allison, hissing and cursing at

her.

"Do you want to get us in trouble, Allis? We're not suppose to

say his name!" Kelly warned, as they rushed off.

I turned to go home, curiousity mixing with excitement. But

nothing prepared me for the surprise I had waiting when I got

there. "Hypnocil? What's that?" I asked my Mom when she gave

me the bottle of pills.

"When I moved here, I signed a contract saying that as long

as we lived in Springfield we would take these." She shrugged. "It

says its for dream suppresant. I dunno, maybe people have

religous beliefs against dreaming here. Just take the pills every

night before you go to sleep."

"Mom! They could be drugging us or somethin! Are you just

plain stupid, or what?" I yelled at her.

She glared at me with the same green eyes of smoke that I

had. That was the only trait we shared, but it was demanding.

Anyway, I knew that my outburst had been a mistake. "Don't talk

back to me, young lady!" She flipped her red hair over one

shoulder and looked down at me. The woman was four inches

taller. "Take them and don't complain! Do you hear me, Lenne

Rosette Hennings?"

I lowered my head in defeat and mumbled. "Yes ma'mn."

"Go eat and go to bed! And stop wanderin all over town! I

heard from Mrs. Johnson that you've been goin' everywhere!"

I repeated, "Yes ma'mn." You didn't argue with your

Momma where I came from and that rule was law. I took the bottle

of pills.

Right before I fell asleep that night, I remembered the bottle

of pills that I had forgotten in the kitchen. Tired and too lazy to get

up and get them, I fell into a deep sleep. I was asleep in my new

bedroom, the one upstairs. And I would soon find out, that it was a

certain person called Freddy's favorite.

And so I dreamed....

Everything was red. Pipes, large and small, wound all

around me. Lockers were shoved up against one wall and the

beginning of stairs was on another. It felt bad to be in here, but I

was just excited, my curiousity was brimming high. I walked to

the stairs and began to ascend. I noticed that I wasn't tiring as

easily as I usually did and I had the distinct feeling that I was

being followed. Once I turned my head to see an odd shadow flash

out of existence.

I reached the second floor and looked up. The floors seemed

to go up forever, all honing twisting red pipes and hundreds of

tiny gauges. "I'm in a boiler room." I said aloud. My voice echoed

off the walls.

"Yes, you are." A male voice said from behind me. I spun

around, not afraid, but simply surprised. The person I saw

stunned me into to silence and awe. His appearance was not

disgusting or frightening, just interesting. He was burnt from head

to toe, dressed oddly, and looking as sinister as possible. The

glove on his hand was spiked with daggers. I found it silly of me,

but I liked his funny hat. "Hi!" I said happily.

He showed brief confusion and then his face fell back into a

maniacal grin. "Hello. I'm Freddy." He laughed then. "So you

didn't take the pills. It's been a while, but I don't mind killing

someone." He disappeared and popped out behind me. I spun

around again and grinned at him. "I'm Lenne." I greeted.

His expression fell from insanity to annoyance. "What?"

"My name is Lenne Hennings. You said yours was Freddy,

right?" I smiled wider than ever. "Allison was afraid of you?" I

giggled. "Well, you're not so bad. I am asleep though, so that is

kind of wierd."

"You- Don't you-" Freddy sighed and looked as if he was

trying to control himself. "You don't know who I am?" He hissed.

"Nope."

"Then allow me to introduce myself." He bowed. "I am

Freddy Kruger, the devil of dreams. I've murdered countless

people in their very sleep. All who've lived in this house and

more. This is my boiler room and this is my world. To death are

all who fear me and to all who can dream. You will be my next

victim."

I frowned. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I can't be your 'next

victim', Freddy."

"I beg to differ." He growled. I heard slithering and looked

down. Three cobras slithered around my feet. One started to

climb my leg, hissing drunkenly.

"Not much scares me, Fred. Sorry. I had two pet snakes

when I was little. One was a cobra imported from some foreign

country. I had a python too, but he died early. Poor thing. The

cobra got loose at my elementry school. The school's police officer

shot him in the head. My cobra's name was Freddy too." I sighed,

missing my favorite childhood pet.

Freddy was looking at me with a wopsided expression. He

walked up slowly and tried to slap me with his gloved hand. I

looked amazed when his hand phased right through me. "Fuck."

He said and tried swiping faster. After about two minutes of this, I

took it upon myself to explain to him that it wasn't working. "Uh,

Fred? Fred? It's not- You can't- IT'S NOT WORKING!" I finally

yelled at him and to my surprise he jumped back.

Then he glared. It was the meanest, most hateful expression

I'd ever seen on a person. Mumbling the worse possible curses, he

turned his back on me and walked over to a side railing that

blocked off the area above the second floor. He kicked it. I almost

had to laugh. He gave me another uneffective looking at when I let

a giggle slip. "What's so fucking funny, bitch?"

I stopped my outburst then. I was getting sick of being

insulted by every person I met in Springfield. Angrily, I turned

one of my famous death glared on him. "What the hell is wrong

with you? I didn't insult you, so why're you saying all this crap to

me? Dammit! Even the wannabe Jack the Ripper is trying to get on

my case!" I stomped over to him(noticing that the snakes had

vanished) and punched him in the face.

Even I was surprised when my fist actually hit something solid.

He jumped off of the ground, where the punch had landed

him, and tried again to impale me with his silly knives. And once

again, he couldn't. "Guess you can't hurt me!" I said proudly. "But

I can hurt you!" I tried to punch him a second time, but he jumped

out of the way.

Giving me the oddest look, Freddy Kruger snapped his

fingers and I woke up.

I was up before my alarm clock. In my hand was a note.

Written on a scrap of white paper were the words NEXT TIME

YOU WON'T BE SO LUCKY. But I had a feeling that the note was

wrong...

For an entire month I didn't dream. I often wondered why. I

threw two pills in the trash every night, so my Mom would believe

me when I showed her the bottle of Hypnocil, that I was taking the

medicine. It was also a month later, when I started going to

Springfield High. I was a junior and, to my annoyance, so was

Allison Johnson.

She gave me a look of surprise when I waltzed into our

homeroom class with an easy smile on my face. I even waved

casually to her. She frowned and ignored me. Students regarded

me with interest, me being the new girl and all. As I chose a seat in

the back of the room, I was greeted by one who would be my first

friend.

He was nearing six feet with a slight muscular build and

bright green eyes. His hair was blond, hiding one eye and coming

down as far as his shoulders. He wore a long sleeved black shirt

and blue jeans. I smiled at him as I sat down in the desk next to

his. "'Sup." He greeted with a grin.

"Hi." I said, detecting a near drawl in his tone.

"I'm Leo Carter." He said, holding out a hand. I shook it

quickly and announced. "I'm Lenne Hennings."

"New girl? Yeah, I've heard about you." He said. There was

definitely something southern in his speech. "Where are you

from?"

"Jacksonville, Florida. What about you?"

"Huh?" He looked confused.

"I can hear it, ya know." I replied. "You've got a drawl. It's

small, but it's there."

He grinned widely. "No one's ever noticed before. I moved

here six years ago with my Dad. Tampa." He responded.

"No kiddin? I don't feel so bad now."

He gave me a sympathetic look. "People been givin ya

trouble?"

"Yeah. Lettin the accent slide?" I asked curiously.

"It's okay with fellow Floridians."

"You can say rednecks. It's okay." I raised a finger to my

lips. "I won't tell." He burst into a joyous stream of laughter.

"We'll get along just fine, Lenne."

"I think we will." The teacher handed out schedules. He

called out names in order by last name. Lenne compared hers with

Leo's. "1st, 3rd, and 4th period together. Lunch too." I remarked

happily. Then the bell rang. As Lenne left homeroom with Leo,

Allison came to make an appearance.

"Hey, Leo!" She said in a bubbly voice. I looked at her low

cut shirt and tight jeans and wanted to snort. She looked like a

hooker. I kept to clothes that were more casual. Bell bottomed

jeans, flip flops, and a light sweater were plenty for me. "Hey

Allis."

Something squirmed in me when he called her Allis. If they

were really that well acquainted, then I might not get on with him

as much as I originally thought. "Oh! Hey, Lenne! I haven't seen

you in a while."

"You two've met?" He asked. Allison raised a brow at his

sudden accent and replied. "Uh-huh. We had a chat about a month

ago."

"Yeah. After I first got here." I said.

He gave me a look that shouted "details". "I asked where she

lived." Allison filled in.

"Oh. Where do you live, Lenne?"

"An old house on Elm Street." I said, flawlessly. Leo paled

and looked down at me really sympathetically this time. "Which

house?" He whispered.

"The house." Allison answered for me. "Sad, isn't it?"

I responded before he could say anything. "Freddy's house."

They both jumped. "No- But- Isn't that bad?" He stuttered. "I

mean...you've heard about...everything, right?"

"Yes. I'm on the pills. No problems."

He frowned. "So...he hasn't done anything? You haven't met

him?"

I thought about how to answer and decided that he probably

couldn't handle the truth. "Nope. No Kruger for me." The

warning bell rang. "B-bye Allison." Leo said, dragging me away.

She scowled behind us. We reached our first period and he

dragged me to sit in the back.

"Lenne", he said when we were sitting down.

"Huh?"

"If you have any trouble with ...him...tell somebody, okay?"

"Sure."

"Promise?"

"I promise! Why are you getting so upset about it anyway?"

He looked away for a moment and then turned back. He

whispered. "Because he killed my Mother."

. . . .

I lay in bed that night, pondering on my first school day. I

had it outlined in my head. 1. Allison Johnson decides she hates

me. 2. I discover that Freddy really is an evil bastard. 3. I decide

to punch Freddy the next time I see him. 4. I really like Doritos.

5. I'm going to punch and kick Freddy the next time I see him. 6. I

wonder if Freddy likes Doritos. 7. I buy a gianormous bag of

cooler ranch Doritos. 8. Freddy's going down.

So my day had gone pretty good. I was finally starting to get

sleepy and I whispered as my eye lids grew heavy, "I'm coming for

a visit Freddy."

Boiler Room - Visit #2

"FREDDY YOU JERK!" I rushed up the stairs of the boiler

room. My anger partially faded when I saw him. He was sitting

in a corner with one of those paddles with the little rubber ball on

the end and was bouncing it back and forth. I recognized the look

on his face. Freddy Kruger was bored. And he was sulking.

He cursed as he missed one time and started over again.

"Uh...Freddy? Are you okay?" I asked, coming up beside

him. He missed again and his shoulders slumped. He stood and

faced me. With a clawed finger, he tried to poke me. His finger

phased through. Turning, he fell back on the ground in an indian

style position and started with the toy again. Why do I feel like

this is my fault? I thought, guiltily.

I sat down beside him. "Freddy?" I leaned my head on his

shoulder. "Did you kill Leo Carter's Mom?" He shrugged me off

and turned around. "Freddy, please?"

"No." He growled.

"What?" I said, thinking I hadn't heard him right. "I didn't."

He repeated. "Her husband cheated on her and she killed herself.

And of course, they blamed me."

I was shocked. "Seriously?" I exclaimed. "Ohmygod! They

lied? That's wrong- That's not- That's illegal! And they blamed

you?"

"I know. She stabbed herself. I would've done way worse

than that." He mumbled.

I couldn't help it. I laughed. He snorted. "What?"

"You're bragging!" I said.

"I am n- Oh fuck it. I am." He wrapped an arm around my

shoulders. Lenne blinked uncertainly. Apparently, he hadn't

noticed that he could touch me now. "I am a fowl, proud, and

handsome being! No Jack the Ripper could outclass Freddy

Kruger!" He laughed. It was a bellow full of insanity. I noticed

that he'd thrown my own Jack the Ripper crack back in my face.

Suddenly, Freddy froze. He looked at me oddly and his

other hand came around. He tried to jab my belly and failed.

Then the arm he had wrapped around my shoulders fell through

me and he hit the floor. I jumped up and laughed at him.

"Shut up, bi-" Before he could finish that unfriendly sentence,

I kicked his stomach. He gasped as the breath was knocked out of

him, then growled when it returned. I sat on the ground next to

him and picked up the paddle ball thing that he had dropped. I

couldn't keep it going for even three hits. "How do you work this

thing, Freddy?"

He sat up, obviously no longer upset over the physical pain I

had caused him and snatched the paddle away. "Practice." He

started playing with it again and I watched in awe as he made it to

thirty-two without messing up.

"So how come you let me come back to the boiler room?" I

asked.

"Thought I'd give another shot at killing you." He sighed.

"It all seems so hopeless now."

"Drama Queen." I teased.

He didn't say anything after that. For an hour or so more, I

cheered him on at his little game and he made it as high as fifty.

He said he could do better, that he had before and then he went on

a little bragging rant. "What time is it?" I asked eventually.

"You're alarm clock's about to go off."

"Then wake me up please." I said. He looked startled and, I

noted with some surprise, a little hurt. "I like getting up a little

early. I can make coffee for my Mom before she goes to work."

"Always the good little girl, aren't ya?" He grunted.

"I'll see you tomorrow night then?" I asked.

"Yeah. Whatever." He started to snap his fingers, but I

startled him by throwing my arms around his neck. "'Night,

Freddy!" I said in a friendly tone.

"No. Goodmorning." He snapped his fingers.

I woke up ten minutes before my alarm clock was set to ring.

In my hand was the paddle ball toy. I smiled as I turned off my

alarm and walked into the kitchen.