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Being forgotten is a bitch	By : DarkRoze Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 2060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This story takes place during and after Freddy vs. Jason and has a lot of explanations as to why Freddy was doing what he was, so I’ll try and make it easy to understand for everyone but if you really want to know who or what the hell I am talking about then watch the original movies :-P
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She saw a silhouette of a man; it sent chills down her spin and fire into her blood.
She couldn’t see him clearly because it was dark, dark and cold, but she knew him. She knew him every inch of him and her body called for his touch, she wanted his hot hands burring into her body and soul. She knew this was a dream but her body didn’t seem to care, like it knew more about this man then she did. His voice filled the darkness; it seemed to echo off of the nothingness and seep into her soul.

“My children, from the very beginning it was the children who gave me my power. The Springwood Slasher, that what they called me.” He paused and her memories tried to supply her with information but it was fragmented like so many of her memories, but they showed her a silhouetted man with a gloved hand that had four blades. Examining the memory she saw blood dripping down those blades and for some reason she licked her lips hungrily. She wanted to lick the blood off those blades, and her mind accepted the idea as if it was perfectly natural.

“My reign of terror was legendary; dozens of children would fall by my blades. Then the parents of Springwood came for me, taking justice into their own hands. When I was alive I might have been a little naughty, but after they killed me I became something much much worse. The stuff nightmares are made of. The children still feared me, and their fear gave me the power to invade their dreams and that’s when the fun REALLY began!!” His voice change and it started to scare her, she made her mind try and absorb what he was saying, but she felt like she was trying to restart a fire that had long been dead.

“Until they figured out a way to forget about me to erase me completely! Being dead wasn’t a problem, but being forgotten now THAT’S A BITCH! I can’t come back if nobody remembers me! I can’t come back if nobody’s AFRAID!!” He sounded like a spoiled child that was trying to prove why he needed some shiny new toy, she smiled and in her memories she was three girls, each had blond hair and soft skin. The girls were playing jump rope and each of them had on white lacey dresses, they were singing quietly but she couldn’t make it out over him.

“I had to search the bowels of hell, but I found someone, someone who’ll make ‘em remember. He may get the blood but I’ll get the glory and that fear is my ticket home.” He paused and seemed to catch his breath, it suddenly clicked that he wasn’t talking to her. He was just talking to hear himself talk, he told himself his plan as if by doing so it would make his plan that much easier. She wanted to say something but she was afraid that if she did it would distract him and he would be gone again. Her mind screamed at the idea of him being gone again and another voice spoke in her head.

“We can’t lose him, not again, look what happened to us the last time.” The voice in her head stated plainly.

“What?” She asked but was careful to only think the word.

“Look at us, we can’t remember anything, we don’t know who we are, where we came from or anything like that. Don’t you find that a little odd? Suddenly this man shows up and now we are remembering things... We’ve got to get to Springwood and fast…” The voice ended as if it was the end of a recording.

“Fuck, just my luck.” She whispered to herself, the man in front of her looked back over his shoulder at her whispered words, he was still for a long moment like a snake coiled and ready to strike.

“Jason,” he said sounding like an old woman, then he looked back in front of him and dissolved but she could still hear him talking in that old lady voice. “Jason, my special special boy, do you know what your gift is?” She didn’t hear him even pause to take a breath. “No mater what they do to you, you can not die, you can never die.” The old lady voice echoed for a moment.

“You’ve just been sleeping honey,” she said proudly “but now the time has come to wake up, Mommy has something she wants you to do.” The girl in the darkness heard the old woman’s voice slip a little bit and hoped that who this Jason was didn’t notice it to, or her shadow man would be done for. “I need you to go to elm street, the children have been very bad on elm street. Rise up Jason, you work isn’t finished, hear my voice and LIVE AGAIN!” The old woman paused and when she spoke it was clear that her shadow man was having trouble holding onto the illusion.

“Make them remember me Jason, MAKE THEM REMEMBER WHAT FEAR TASTE LIKE!!” The old woman laughed and as she did the illusion fell away to Freddy standing there.

“I’ve been away from my children for far too long.” He said then reappeared in the empty darkness facing her.

“Even you forgot me, Lizzy.”

“I…I forgot everyone, I was in a car crash.” She explained feeling like a child.

“Is that what they told you?"he chuckled darkly. "Well since I’m making people remember a whole lot these days let me help you.” He stated and she felt herself being shoved away from him. She was so shocked by how much power he had that she didn’t think to fight it, as her mind tried to figure out why he said he was weak when clearly he wasn’t. Then again perhaps he was weak and she was more so.
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Lizzy landed on her feet and looked at the remains of the burnt out building and got a strange feeling of déjà vu, she looked around and saw nothing so she decided to investigate a little further. She saw what looked like it had once been the door she slowly approached and reminding herself it was only a dream. As she stepped through she felt the shift, something caught her eye and she walked over to where it looked like a table had once stood. Lizzy looked around and noticed what looked like a photo album that somehow managed to survive with minimal burn damage; the she walked over and flipped though a few of the pages, pictures of children and newspaper clippings. She knew many of those faces though she couldn’t put a name to any of them. She was skimming over the articles tiles mainly, ‘Number rises of missing children in Springwood’ ‘Elm street favorite haunt for child abductor’ ‘5 missing in as many days-curfews will be enforced’ ‘Panic rises-numerous disappearances’.

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Suspected child murderer caught
Authorities arrested Fredrick Charles Krueger yesterday in connection to the Springwood Slasher. It is believed that either Mr. Krueger is the Slasher or has valuable information that could lead to his arrest and capture, Authorities are refusing to comment on the case but did say that he was found with 10 year old Elizabetha Parker who was baby sitting and Krueger's daughter 5 year old Katherine. Mr. Krueger’s mother, who has been working at Weston Hills Asylum for the lasts 40 years, could not be reached for her comment at this time nor were any of the victims’ families willing to comment further than they have already. Neighbors however were reported as saying that this came as a shock to them since Freddy’s daughter is the same age as several of the victims. She has been sent to the Springwood Orphanage and it is unclear at this point if Mr. Krueger will retain custody of the five year old or not, the mother Loretta Krueger has been missing since March, police have no new leads on her disappearance.
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She wanted to cry, her heart felt like it was being ripped out over this. She quickly turned the page and saw a picture of her younger self, it was placed in like the rest of the pictures of the children, with no name date or age but she knew it was her. She looked at one of the other pitchers and noticed something; she went back to the front of the book to look carefully at each pitcher. Every single one of them was a school photo of fake smiles and perfect hair with spotless cloths. She looked back at her pitcher, she wore a dark blue shirt with black poky-dots she had something red smeared across one cheek. Lizzy leaned closer changing the angle of the picture, and realized that the black dots were something sprayed across her because her neck and face were covered in red dots the same shade as the smear. She was not standing in a front of a gray school back ground either, she was standing in the back yard of house, she wasn’t sure how she knew it was a back yard but she knew she was right.

She snapped the book shut looking at it in horror, she couldn’t believe it. All those murder all those killings and there she stood covered in blood?! Was she the one that did it? What was her part in this? Who was this Fredrick Krueger? Who was that shadow man? As her mind raced with more questions about her past than ever before she didn’t notice that her hands had wrapped around the book and were now bringing it to her chest like a security blanket until she could see the remains of a folded up old new paper. It was almost entirely burned, she reached out to touch it with a gentle finger, the page began to uncurl and to her surprise the blackened remains began to lighten a little and she could make out the title of the Springwood Voice and below that in large bold letters the words ‘Child killer set free’ she could see there was once a picture and all of the article was now gone but over on the left below the index she could just make out what the start of the article said in small bold font, “Child killer was released Saturday.” Something wet dropped on it and it turned back to ashes and the whole page crumbled into dust as she clutched the book tightly, another wet drop she looked up expecting to see thick rain clouds but all she saw was the smoke from the rest of the building drifting lazily up to the blue sky. She looked back down and felt something sliding down her face, she touched it and her hand came away wet with tears, she was crying. She didn’t remember crying, not since she woke up in the hospital after the car crash, but here in this burned out old building they were falling like rain. She closed her eyes tightly still clutching the book to her with one hand and the other hand to her cheek touching the tears.

“Lizzy come on, I just want a pitcher, you look so sweet like that.” She heard a man say and her eyes snapped open as she spun around. She was in the back yard from the pitcher. There was a man with short curly hair his back was to her, he was summoning a child out of the basement with the wave of his hand. She watched and saw her own child form peek out shyly.

“But I’m all sticky.” The child complained, Lizzy’s adult form stood rooted to the spot.

“Oh okay we can take a shower after I get this picture, now come on baby.” He coxed, apparently the promise of a shower was enough because the child Lizzy hopped over the edge of the cellar doors and came over to stand where the man indicated. He knelt down and looked at her stroking his thumb over her cheek smearing several of the droplets together.

“You look so beautiful, I want to remember you like this forever.” He whispered then took two steps back to snap the picture of the girl who was now smiling at him with joy and love shining in her eyes. The vision faded to darkness again.
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“Remember me.” She heard the shadow man whisper to her.

Lizzy woke up with a small involuntary jump as the phone suddenly rang next to her before she could answer her shadow man. The phone paused and rang again as Lizzy fumbled to reach it with the hand that didn’t feel like a weight was on it.

“Hello?” Lizzy asked only half awake.

“Remember me!!” A deep voice yelled at her, Lizzy screamed, jumped and nearly dropped the phone.

“What?” She questioned dumbly.

“Lizzy his is Stan, are you there?” The voice said, it was not the same voice that had been screaming at her moments before.

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Hey alright so this is a edit cause I fixed a few things FAQs:
1. When does this story take place? The start of the story runs during FvJ but it does earlier times and hopefully will go beyond FvJ
2. Why is she so young if she was Katherine's babysitter? That’s just the way I wrote her…When has time ever really mattered in Freddy's world? So she is about 28ish
3. How can she live at 1428 when in FvJ that’s where Lori lived? Because in this version Dr. Campbell sold the house after his wife's murder that’s when Lizzy bought it.
Okay please rate and review and let me know if you have any questions I'll answer them in the footnotes of the next posted chapter!!
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