"Why! Won't! You! DIE!?" Freddy Krueger screamed in frustration and anger, kicking at Jason Voorhees' gut, making the taller killer lurch foward. He glared through his beaten hockey mask, lunging foward and pushing Freddy to the ground, pinning him by his arms.
"Get OFF me you useless shit!" the smaller slasher demanded, gritting his teeth and struggling against Jason's grip. The zombie simply hovered above him, breathing heavily through the holes in his hockey mask. He knew he couldn't kill Freddy, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.
Freddy glared feircly, startling bright green eyes narrowed
Written by Diane N. Tran
The doctors looked upon the crowd of a hundred, writhing and hissing below, at the top of the staircase.
Their fat fingers pointed at us.
One by one.
Their eyes looked up me with fear.
They just stare.
They always stare.
And they always loose count.
This room, this dungeon, this zoo, was filled to the brim with the indigent, the unwanted, the unworthy, and the disturbed.
Their mouths fizzed with froth.
Their bodies droned and moaned and walked about.
Their eyes looked up me with fear.
Cowards, all of them!
And then there is me.
And there was her.
She pushed through the zoo and called out.
Only I could hear her.
I heard metal clang shut and the chains rattled.
She called out again.
I looked up at the staircase above.
The doctors were gone.
The door sealed.
They left her.
I didn't get my Hogwarts letter
I didn't compete in the Hunger Games
I wasn't in the battle for Middle Earth
I didn't meet my time traveling Henry
I didn't find Graverobber in the graveyard
Sylar didn't come for my brain
I didn't find a Death Note
I wasn't born in Gotham
My dad didn't go on a hunting trip
I didn't meet a consulting detective
I couldn't join Loki's army
I didn't kill Zombies
I didn't get my ticket to The Devils Carnival
I didn't become a killjoy
Mother War didn't take me to the Black Parade
Freddy wasn't in my nightmares
Hannibal didnt invite me to dinner
Im not Divergent
Dwarfs didnt show up for an unexpected journey
I didn't get trapped in Storybrooke
So I'm asking you to come pick me up in the Tardis
I only want something exciting to happen in my life
Hope to see you soon
ONE MINUTE MELEE!
WHERE ALL THE FIGHTS ARE SETTLED IN SIXTY SECONDS!
THE DREAM WORLD....
A sea of fire engulfed a completely destroyed city, with buildings and flags crumbling to the ground. However, there was only two men visible.... One had multiple cuts on him, was missing an entire arm, and was heavily breathing, holding only his shield. This was Captain America, and he was lost in his own nightmare.
He was being followed by a man in a striped sweater, his face looking like someone who had survived multiple burns, with one clawed glove. This was Freddy Krueger, who had already paid the likes of Tony Stark and Black Widow a visit. Now, it was Cap's turn.
Before Captain America could make a hasty escape, Freddy's clawed glove pierced his back, stabbing him through the spine and stomach, before flipping over Cap, the star on his chest complet
From NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET! THE MUSICAL
Original song by Alice Cooper, with additional lyrics by Diane N. Tran
SONG TYPE: Hard Rock
- Freddy Krueger, the murderer
- Katherine Krueger, his six-year-old daughter
- Child custody lawyer
- Prepubescents (three to five)
- Male chorus (offstage)
Outside the federal courts, FREDDY KRUEGER has gotten free from his murder trail due to a technicality. He should be pleased, but isn't because he looses custody of his six-year-old daughter, KATHERINE KRUEGER, and after a tearful goodbye, she is taken away by a CHILD CUSTODY LAWYER supplied by the city. KATHERINE hugs close a teddy bear, wh
Skin, twisted and burned
Heart, black as hell
He yearns for revenge
The bravest souls tremble in fear before him
Even the strongest die by his blades
Haunting the Elm street of Springwood
He is evil incarnate
Mere utterance of his name fills the soul with fear
Gruesome, merciless killer
2. you own a freddy glove
3. you have a nightmare on elm street belt
4. you have a nightmare on elm street t-shirt
5. you have a Freddy Krueger mask
6. you have a full Freddy krueger costume
7. you have a nightmare on elm street poster
8. you have a life size freddy poster-board
9. your favourite colours are red and green
10. you own a red and green stripped shirt
11. you have made your own freddy shirt
12. you sing the nightmare on elm street lullaby randomly
13. you randomly quote Freddy
14. you can quote the entire nightmare on elm street movie
15. you can quote the entire nightmare on elm street series
16. you make your friends watch a nightmare on elm street movies
17. you constantly think about freddy krueger
18. you have painted your nails red and green
19. your background on your computer is freddy krueger
20. your screen saver on your computer is freddy krueger
21. your background on your cell phone is f
Chapter I: "Plaga Medicus"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
Dr. Juan Guerrero read that headline splashed across the front page of a discarded copy of the magazine, Vanity and Vein:
WHO IS THE PLAGUE DOCTOR?
The infamous Repo Man — an urban legend, a figment of the mind's eye, a ghoul, a boogeyman — was sketched upon the cover, with a pair of hollow, soulless eyes and a long, vulturine beak and a dramatic, flowing cape. It was amusing really, as it looked nothing like him. Artists are a strange and imaginative lot, but not very smart.
Guerrero tossed the magazine into the gutter, studying it roll along with the other trash the wind carried. He turned on his holographic watch:
It was time. Would she come?
Turning the corner