Prolouge
Even the judge seemed furious. "And so," she said, scowling in the direction of John Shelton, the lawyer of the man in the red and green sweater, who sat calmly in a steel cage, grinning all the while, fingering his dirty fedora hat with perfectly calm hands. "I am afraid I have no other choice," the crowd looked at her in horror. "To grant the defense's motion to dismiss the case." Almost at once, the crowd stood in unison and screamed and shouted their anger. Pure hatred for the man in the cage spewed from their mouths, and seemed not to be heard by the man. "Courts adjourned," said the judge, her voice breaking in sadness and disgust at this breach of justice that she herself had carried out.
"This man should not be allowed to walk free!" Shouted the other lawyer, and even Mr. Shelton seemed to find some truth in this, his eyes betraying him, a look of sadness in his eyes.
"If correct procedure had been followed, this would never had happened!" The judges voice was angry now, matching that of the courtroom. It seemed now that the look of hate had now turned from the man in the cage, to two men in police uniform. Donald Thompson and Timothy Graham looked appalled and ashamed. It was through their doing that the man had escaped. In the rush to find evidence, of which there was plently, against the man, they had forgotten to sign the search warrent iin the corect place...
"No comment." Fred Krueger grinned, clutching his hat in his right hand while two guards unchained his hands and feet. Casually tipping his hat to the screaming crowd he calmly walked out of the courtroom, and outside in to the fresh, Springwood air. Almost immediatly, he was bombarded by news reporters, who shouted questions at him. Freddy had to dip his hat even further to block the flashing lights erupting from the cameras. He flashed a wicked grin for the cameras, most of his face hidden by shadow, casting a sinister effect over his feautures.
Later that same day, a mob of anguished parents gathered together, and made a plan to rid Springwood of the evil that was Freddy Krueger. They would go to the abandoned power plant, Krueger's current location, they understood, and burn him to charred pieces.
"Heh heh heh..." Freddy laughed deeply, and reached for his old friend. A regular cowhide glove, brown, with four straight razor blades attached, like sick finger nails. Slipping it on, he flexed the blades happily. "Just like old times!" He laughed. "We got special work to finish off, and I couldn't do it without you!" Grinning at the sound, Krueger scraped the knifes against one of the metal pipes above him. Metal against metal always reminded him of the screams...Turning to his trusty boiler, he opened the door, and looked inside. He had been away for too long. The furnace was cold, and the skulls that were once trophies of his achievments, had been destroyed. "But there's plently more where that came from! Ha ha ha..." At that moment, his door smashed open. He swivelled around to see at least thirty people, each one brandishing some sort of weapon, from kitchen knife to pistol.
"Murderer!" One cried.
"Monster!" Another. At the head of the crowd stood Donald Thompson and Tim Graham. Freddy gave them a quick smile, and addressed the crowd.
"So! You thought you was gonna' get rid of me?" Krueger laughed, displaying crooked, yellow teeth. "I see you brought some friends this time! Don't get much company down here...I mean, you can't have an intelligent conversation with a fucking toddler! Can you?!" He laughed, his smile broader than ever. He knew what he was doing. Knew how to drive the crowds thirst for his blood. "But thats okay, cause i've got friends of my own!" A wicked glint in his eyes, Freddy toyed with the blades attached to the glove, gentlely running them down his cheek. "Hey Tim!" He said, his eyes fixed on Graham. "You got pretty little girls...Why don't you bring them round some time?" Graham stared in foul hatred at Krueger.
"Shut up you son of a bitch!" His anger was reaching boiling point, and Freddy was loving every minute of it.
"And Thompson...Your the one who took my baby girl from me...and you know what? Nancy's getting just about old enough to replace her," he said, sneering at Thompson. That was it. He had snapped the crowd. Thompson smashed Freddy in the jaw with his gun, while another parent smacked him on the head with a baseball bat, drawing blood froim his cheek. Then, a woman from the crowd dug a knife deep in to Freddy's left shoulder. He cried out in pain, clutching at the wound but not once retaliating.
"We're sending you back to hell where you belong Krueger!" Gasping for breath and coughing blood, he sneered. "Go ahead and kill me bitch. But i'm not ready to stop my job just yet!" His eyes stung as two members of the mob spilled gasoline over his body. The mob trailed a line of gasoline out of the building, and lit a match to the blaze. The fire ripped through the power plant, and Freddy roared in pain as the flames licked his body, going higher and higher up to his neck. Suddenly, there was silence. Like a silent movie. However, the peace did not last long.
"Freddy...We're here..." Krueger jerked his head upwards, surveying the scene before him. The three Dream Demons were a charred yellow, and had black, meaningless eyes.
"We know what you want Freddy..." One said. Freddy laughed, despite the pain.
"I want it ALL!" Freddy shouted, his voice surprisingly dominate over the roar of flames. If possible, the Dream Demons would have smiled...
"Then open up.."
"And you shall be"
"ETERNAL!!!
Even the judge seemed furious. "And so," she said, scowling in the direction of John Shelton, the lawyer of the man in the red and green sweater, who sat calmly in a steel cage, grinning all the while, fingering his dirty fedora hat with perfectly calm hands. "I am afraid I have no other choice," the crowd looked at her in horror. "To grant the defense's motion to dismiss the case." Almost at once, the crowd stood in unison and screamed and shouted their anger. Pure hatred for the man in the cage spewed from their mouths, and seemed not to be heard by the man. "Courts adjourned," said the judge, her voice breaking in sadness and disgust at this breach of justice that she herself had carried out.
"This man should not be allowed to walk free!" Shouted the other lawyer, and even Mr. Shelton seemed to find some truth in this, his eyes betraying him, a look of sadness in his eyes.
"If correct procedure had been followed, this would never had happened!" The judges voice was angry now, matching that of the courtroom. It seemed now that the look of hate had now turned from the man in the cage, to two men in police uniform. Donald Thompson and Timothy Graham looked appalled and ashamed. It was through their doing that the man had escaped. In the rush to find evidence, of which there was plently, against the man, they had forgotten to sign the search warrent iin the corect place...
"No comment." Fred Krueger grinned, clutching his hat in his right hand while two guards unchained his hands and feet. Casually tipping his hat to the screaming crowd he calmly walked out of the courtroom, and outside in to the fresh, Springwood air. Almost immediatly, he was bombarded by news reporters, who shouted questions at him. Freddy had to dip his hat even further to block the flashing lights erupting from the cameras. He flashed a wicked grin for the cameras, most of his face hidden by shadow, casting a sinister effect over his feautures.
Later that same day, a mob of anguished parents gathered together, and made a plan to rid Springwood of the evil that was Freddy Krueger. They would go to the abandoned power plant, Krueger's current location, they understood, and burn him to charred pieces.
"Heh heh heh..." Freddy laughed deeply, and reached for his old friend. A regular cowhide glove, brown, with four straight razor blades attached, like sick finger nails. Slipping it on, he flexed the blades happily. "Just like old times!" He laughed. "We got special work to finish off, and I couldn't do it without you!" Grinning at the sound, Krueger scraped the knifes against one of the metal pipes above him. Metal against metal always reminded him of the screams...Turning to his trusty boiler, he opened the door, and looked inside. He had been away for too long. The furnace was cold, and the skulls that were once trophies of his achievments, had been destroyed. "But there's plently more where that came from! Ha ha ha..." At that moment, his door smashed open. He swivelled around to see at least thirty people, each one brandishing some sort of weapon, from kitchen knife to pistol.
"Murderer!" One cried.
"Monster!" Another. At the head of the crowd stood Donald Thompson and Tim Graham. Freddy gave them a quick smile, and addressed the crowd.
"So! You thought you was gonna' get rid of me?" Krueger laughed, displaying crooked, yellow teeth. "I see you brought some friends this time! Don't get much company down here...I mean, you can't have an intelligent conversation with a fucking toddler! Can you?!" He laughed, his smile broader than ever. He knew what he was doing. Knew how to drive the crowds thirst for his blood. "But thats okay, cause i've got friends of my own!" A wicked glint in his eyes, Freddy toyed with the blades attached to the glove, gentlely running them down his cheek. "Hey Tim!" He said, his eyes fixed on Graham. "You got pretty little girls...Why don't you bring them round some time?" Graham stared in foul hatred at Krueger.
"Shut up you son of a bitch!" His anger was reaching boiling point, and Freddy was loving every minute of it.
"And Thompson...Your the one who took my baby girl from me...and you know what? Nancy's getting just about old enough to replace her," he said, sneering at Thompson. That was it. He had snapped the crowd. Thompson smashed Freddy in the jaw with his gun, while another parent smacked him on the head with a baseball bat, drawing blood froim his cheek. Then, a woman from the crowd dug a knife deep in to Freddy's left shoulder. He cried out in pain, clutching at the wound but not once retaliating.
"We're sending you back to hell where you belong Krueger!" Gasping for breath and coughing blood, he sneered. "Go ahead and kill me bitch. But i'm not ready to stop my job just yet!" His eyes stung as two members of the mob spilled gasoline over his body. The mob trailed a line of gasoline out of the building, and lit a match to the blaze. The fire ripped through the power plant, and Freddy roared in pain as the flames licked his body, going higher and higher up to his neck. Suddenly, there was silence. Like a silent movie. However, the peace did not last long.
"Freddy...We're here..." Krueger jerked his head upwards, surveying the scene before him. The three Dream Demons were a charred yellow, and had black, meaningless eyes.
"We know what you want Freddy..." One said. Freddy laughed, despite the pain.
"I want it ALL!" Freddy shouted, his voice surprisingly dominate over the roar of flames. If possible, the Dream Demons would have smiled...
"Then open up.."
"And you shall be"
"ETERNAL!!!