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NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMON

Chapter V:  "Son of a Hundred Maniacs"

REVISED EDITION
Written by Diane N. Tran, with Abri Isgrig and Liz Hartley


Thirty-eight years ago.

"Meeowwr?"

Dressed in a tight pair of shabby overalls and striped shirt two sizes too large, his hair unkempt and in desperate need of a cut, a six-year-old boy sat on his knees in the playground sandbox at the Cincinnati Orphanage.  His striking blue eyes studied a grey, scruffy-looking tabby cat that tip-toed towards him, as he held out an orange cheese puff to it.  With a cautious sniff and a curious swing of its tail, the feline gawked at the boy for a moment with a pair of bronze eyes, licking its uneven whiskers eagerly, before it began craned its neck on nibble on the tip of the flavoured chip held between the boy's chubby fingers.  The child gave it a second and third piece, which the cat greedily munched, as he stroked its furry back, watching the creature with quiet fascination — too quiet, in fact — before he gave a rough tug upon its tail.

"Mrrawwwrrrrl!"

Startled, the cat whipped its head around and gave an irritated hiss, but the child tightened his grip on the flea-ridden tail and stood up, lifting half of the filthy beast in the air when it attempted to flee.  It struggled from side to side, attacking his old sneakers, before he brought his foot upward and struck its furry head with a deafening crack, causing it to fall unconscious upon the ground.

Dragging the limp, little ragdoll of a cat into the sandbox, he dumped it into a generous hole he dug in the corner, the six-year-old barely registered the little pink tongue that jutted out between a pair of broken fangs and the ruptured eye that bled down its striped cheek.  The boy pulled out a pair of shoestrings from his large overall pockets then began to bind the wrists and followed suit with the ankles.  Just as he finished tightening the final knot, the animal came to and started to struggle while the boy pulled out a box cutter from his overall pocket.  With his plump thumb, he slid the sharp blade out and it locked in place with a click.

"Murr...arrrr..."

With a delighted glint in his blue eyes and a smirk crawling across his lips, the child began to slit the yowling animal's open with the imperfection of a clumsy surgeon.  He started with the sides first — slice, slice — to prevent the blood from gushing on him when he went for the chest and stomach — slice, slice, slice.

"Muuur-ah-ah-ah-ahhh-ahhhhh-wwwllllll!"

As the sandy pit slowly began to fill and puddle with crimson, the boy's hand explored inside the flesh.  Warm and wet and wonderful.  He encircled around something slippery and pulled out a twist of pink intestines, which were as thin and fragile as noodles.  They stretched and snapped between his fingers and out poured a wiggling swarm of roundworms and unprocessed faeces, but the boy simply beamed at the sight and the smell, that awful smell, encouraged him to continue.  He picked up a worm and squished it between his fingers, hearing its fleshy body give out with an audible pop.

The injured tabby strangled out its last few heavy, laboured breaths and the six-year-old paused from his work:  It had stopped moving, breathing, and (above all) screaming.   Frowning, the child gave a dissatisfying grunt.  That was his favourite part.  They were no fun when they died and he was just beginning to really enjoy himself.  Stupid creature.  It didn't last nearly as long as the last one.

Kicking several inches of sand over the corpse, he skipped his way to the drinking fountain, reaching for it on his tip-toes, and began to clean up.  Drying his hands on his overalls, he hid the box cutter back into his pocket.  He looked up when the morning bell at the orphanage rang and he frowned.  He had forgotten the time and he had forgotten the day.

Kicking a rock with a grunt of frustration and hanging his head, he didn't know whether to cry or to scream.  He stood there in the playground, mulling over what he could possibly do, whether he should run away, or whether he should brave through yet another day.  When the second bell rang, he shut his eyes with a mournful groan, or was it a growl, as he made his way into the building and disappeared within the crowd of children, young and old, small and large, who were rushing through the hallways and ducking into their respected rooms.

He was going to stay...

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As long as he could remember, Frederick Charles Krueger was not like the other children.  He knew it and everyone else knew it, too.  They never asked what was wrong with him, nor did they seem interested in understanding why, but he was somehow singled out from the hundreds of other orphaned children as the screw-up, the black sheep, the weirdo, the freak, and he so longed to be like everyone else.  But there was a problem with being like everyone else because, no matter how hard he tried, he was always the odd one out — the last one picked at everything, or the one that was never picked at all.  He tried his best to appear indifferent, that it didn't bother him, but the other children didn't have the same sentiments.

He had no friends.  He had no acquaintances.  He had no allies, even among the facilitators and the teachers, for they were too understaffed to give any of the children any proper attention.  He was often alone and he preferred it that way.  He stopped interacting all together.  While the other children cavorted with one another with their games of house, tag, and hide n' seek, he was content in sitting alone in a quiet corner of the playroom with his crayons.  If, by chance, someone came too close, he learned that a furrowing of his brow usually kept them away — and that was the face he had to put on every day.

Bombarding the teacher with excuses, not that she cared to hear them, he was allowed to skip recess and squirreled himself away in the schoolroom.  To put it simply, he did not want to be on the playground at all when there was a sea of children already there.  Even under the "watchful" gaze of the adults, they were blind to the comings and goings of the orphanage.  Few knew them as well as Frederick Charles Krueger.

From the hallway, his heart skipped a beat at the sound of all-too-familiar voices hushing each other from behind the classroom door.  Scooping up his small pile of papers and his box of crayons into his scrawny arms, he crouched underneath the table, pulling his knees to his chest in a desperate effort to stop them from trembling, and held his breath when he heard the door creak open.  He could hear the loud thumping of his heart, fearing the sound would give him away, as he watch the long, stretching shadows dance upon the flooring and squeezed his eyes shut.  For a long moment, there was silence, but he abruptly let out a shrilling yelp when something grabbed his ankle and he was dragged away of his hiding place.

"Hey, here's the retard!" said one of the monstrous shadows.  There were three of them, each one progressively meaner than the next.  "Thought ya could hide, huh?"

"Heard ya skinn'd another flea-bagger," mocked another shadow.  "Probably sucks its blood like some kind of a psycho!"

The third shadow sneered, watching his prey struggle against his grip, kicking and clawing only to miss every time:  "Bet his entire family were a bunch of psychos and maniacs, too!"

"Son of a hundred maniacs!  Son of a hundred maniacs!  Son of a hundred maniacs!" guffawed one of the shadows, pointing and prodding the boy like a piece of hanging meat, as he struggled to free himself.

"How 'bout we check 'im with an exam, boys, and see how a psycho works?  Get ya pants down, ya goddamn queer, and we'll cut it off an—errrrrggghh, mudderfucker!"

Whipping his tiny body around, Frederick forcibly latched on to the shadow's arm, dug his tiny teeth into his knuckles, tore through the skin, and he could taste the rush of garnets across his lips.  Warm and wet and wonderful.

"I won't let you!" screamed the boy in a high and panicky tone, spitting of blood from his teeth and trickling of tears from his eyes, as he pulled the box cutter from his pocket and lunged at his attacker who fell to his knees on the floor — slice, slice.  He grounded and grinded its short blade into the layers of fabric and flesh — slice, slice, slice — and cried out unrelentingly:  "I won't let you cut it off!  I won't!  I won't!  I won't!"

The shadow wrenched and caught a fraction of breath before exploding a long, deafening scream, a scream that bounced along the four walls of the classroom and echoed all around them in a hundred voices, a scream that sprayed out a volcano of crimson that splattered across the linoleum flooring, a scream that could shatter glass, a scream of pain and anguish, raw and unimaginable, a scream that could send chills riveting down the spines of all whom heard it — and did so.

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Staring aimlessly through long strands of his hair at the ambulance stretcher that rattled and rolled pass him, the six-year-old sat quietly on an enormous bench, stooping his head low in an attempt to hide in full view, several feet outside the main entrance of the orphanage, awaiting his punishment, whatever it might be, as the director gravely prattled on with the paramedics and technicians out of earshot.

"Did we come at a bad time?" interrupted a woman with her husband at arm.

"Are you Mr. and Mrs. Underwood?" the director turned to the couple.

"Yes, we have an appointment for an adoption?" nodded the husband.  "But if you're busy with an emergen—."

"Who is that?" asked the wife, peeking behind the director's shoulder and pointing to the small child in dirty overalls and overgrown hair sitting on the bench by his lonesome.

The director frowned when he glanced behind him and began to whisper the situation to the couple.  The husband gave the appearance of a mild-mannered, suburban man, but carried an obsessive need to control things around him, such as his headstrong wife, as he thinned his lips, grimacing and shaking his head, while he listened to the laundry list of troubling offences associated with the boy.  His wife, however, with her mass of short, golden cotton-candy hair and youthful, girlish appearance listened in half-attention and would shift her sapphire eyes back to the boy sympathetically every few minutes with a twinkle behind them.

When the director finished, the wife tugged at her husband's arm, pleading with him with a pair of sweet, sugary eyes, and they began to argue, starting off as petty begging before it quickly escalated into a screaming match.  The director flinched and took a step back when the husband raised the back of his hand, but the wife stood her ground contumaciously and he grated his teeth at her, uncertain if he was impressed by her persistence in the matter, annoyed by it, or downright baffled by it.  Berating her one final time with a forewarning finger, as one would with a child, he swung around and grumbled off straight into the director's office.

The wife merely wrinkled her little nose at her husband and gave a smug, little smile when she got her way.  Nodding to the director of the orphanage, she straightened herself up and knelt down to eye level of the boy who sat alone on the bench.

"Hello," she greeted in a soft, delicate tone.

The boy didn't speak in a futile attempt to turn invisible in front of the grown-up.  He didn't trust grown-ups.  Grown-ups never gave him much reason to trust them.  They always, always, had a hidden agenda.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Again, the boy said nothing.  He didn't even move, that is, until:
    SON OF A HUNDRED MANIACS!  SON OF A HUNDRED MANIACS!  SON OF A HUNDRED MANIACS!
A group of mocking children chanted from down the hall after their return from lunch hour, ducking safely into their classroom, laughing giddily as they did so, and knowing the grown-ups could do nothing to stop them.

The boy's shoulders slumped further, his nails clenched into the textile of his overalls over his knees, and his body began to tremble.  He had buried his emotions deep inside him, all the frustration, all the pain; he had built the walls around him and built them well, but the pressure became too much to handle now and, sometimes, that's all it took.  The emotional dam cracked and burst forth, exposing himself for the first time — and before a grown-up, no less.

The woman cooed and wrapped her arms around the weeping six-year-old, which caused him to flinch unexpectedly.  As she tenderly petted and gently rocked his tiny body into her lap, her palms rubbed his back and squeezed his thigh.  On any other day, he would have shoved her off him and ran off to hide, but the sheer onslaught of emotions flooded through every extremity of his person, making it all the more unbearable:  He couldn't run if he wanted to.  He couldn't hide if he tried.  He simply couldn't move.  He instinctively buried his little face into the comforting folds of her dress and permitted the tears to stream down his eyes freely.

"It's okay, little one," she whispered sweetly, cradling him close against her.  "They won't ever hurt you again."

The child valiantly took in a deep breath, albeit a shaky one, and sniffled:  "They'll... never stop..."

The corner of the woman's lips slipped into a smile when the boy opened up enough to speak to her.   "So, what's your name, cutie?"

"Fr—Frederick," the boy replied lowly, shamefully gazing down at the splattering of bloodstains and teardrops upon his clothes.

"Hello, Frederick," she brushed his long hair from his face and lifted his chin up, allowing his striking blue eyes, redden by tears, to meet hers, with a magnificent grin, "my name's Bonnie.  I'm going to be your new mother."
Chapter I: "The Gardener"
Chapter II: "Déjà Vu"
Chapter III: "Of Sinners, Not Saints"
Chapter IV: "A Night at the Bar"
Chapter V: "Son of a Hundred Maniacs"
Chapter VI: "Dirty Little Secret"
Chapter VII: "Madonna and Child"
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The conception of Freddy Krueger was revealed in Dream Warriors and Dream Child where we learned that the baby was sent away from his mother immediately for adoption after his birth with no knowledge of his true parentage while Springwood attempted to bury all knowledge of the horrible event (that resulted in Freddy’s conception) from the public, and yet we see Freddy in elementary school being taunted by his fellow classmates as a "son of a hundred maniacs" in Freddy's Dead. This is one of the most glaring inconsistencies in the Robert Englund franchise — it always made me scratch my head in utter mystification. (Of course, the birthing scene from Dream Child, where Freddy popped out as a demonic Eraserhead-like foetus, signifying he was "born evil" rather than "made evil," also bothers me to no end — and it makes me wonder why no one suggested to his mother to get an abortion for this clearly unplanned pregnancy either! Did they somehow forget abortions exist at the time?) Therefore, I sincerely hope Platinum Dunes rectifies these for reboot films (as a sequel is confirmed). In the meantime, for the sake of the story, this is our own origin of the "son of a hundred maniacs" for the 2010 remake...

This chapter describes the vicious cycle of abuse, according to psychological, sociological, and criminal studies: A child who is abused will ultimately, more often than not, abuse others. A child who experiences violence will cause violence. A child who is neglected will neglect others. A child who was never given love cannot express love to others. A child who causes the abuse of animals will graduate to the abuse of human beings. A child who does not have regard for the life of an animal — or any living, breathing creature — will, sadly, not have regard for the life of another human being. It is, therefore, logically to assume that Freddy, being a child molester, was previously molested in his life, so we felt it was essential to establish events and actions in Freddy’s childhood that heavily dictated Freddy's psychology and transpired Freddy's actions in his adult life. Unquestionably, this chapter will an uneasy read for some: You have been warned!

Those whom are fans of Watchmen will notice similarities to Walter Kovacs, a character that Jackie Earle Haley portrayed in the film adaptation of the graphic novel, primarily young Kovacs’ assault upon two young boys in a flashback: This is an obvious tribute to that scene, largely the graphic novel version rather than the film version, as the most of the "attempted rape" aspects were removed in the film adaptation. While we hope this humanizes the character of Freddy, one has to remember that he's just as much as a victimizer as he is a victim and, no matter how you look at it, anyone who hurts someone that is smaller and weaker, someone whom cannot defend themselves, is still a coward, I feel.

The orphanage itself is loosely based off the historical Cincinnati Orphan Asylum founded in 1832. After a devastating cholera outbreak in the capital killed 832 people, resulting in a large number of orphans, the city was forced to built the four-story Orphan Asylum on a four-acre property at the corner of 12th and Elm Street. Between the years of 1837 and 1857, it became known as "the Pest House" after the hospitals began using it to isolate people with infectious diseases and the grounds surrounding the building into a potter’s field, bundling up the dead bodies of hundreds of Cincinnati’s suicides, strangers, indigents, and homeless into sacks and dropped them into mass graves. Today, the Cincinnati Music Hall is built on the original location of the "Pest House" and the rest of the property was converted into present-day Elm Street Park. (It is also considered one of the most paranormally active locations in the United States.)

The chapter splash page above was created by me. We intend to add a new splash image for each chapter, possibly with the logo getting bloodier and bloodier as we get along. Child actor (and son of director Zack Snyder) Eli Snyder actually has dark eyes, so I had to photoshop an image of Jackie Earle Haley's distinctive blue-grey eye(s) to Eli and blend them as seamlessly into the shadows as possible. It's subtle, but I think it works and adds that extra oomph of realism needed. We'd like to give a hardy thank-you to our friend ~weapon13WhiteFang. This chapter was the product of a conversation I had with her, bouncing ideas off one another while having severe creativity's block, and this chapter would not be possible without her; therefore, I present her with a co-writer's credit. We'd also like to give a special shout-out to her for being our Grammar Nazi.

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Nightmare on Elm Street © Wes Craven/Platinum Dunes/New Line Cinema.
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Critique by DarkAngelicNightmare Oct 13, 2012, 11:12:50 PM
This has got to be the best chapter so far. My favorite scenes throughout the franchise were the ones of Freddy's childhood, and his slaughter of the cat reminded me a bit of Michael Myers in Rob Zombie's remake of Halloween.

Also, the similarities to Watchmen only help to develop Charles's character more, as both Rorschach/Walter and Freddy were tormented as children, thus creating a relationship between the two that is clearly sustained here.

This story does a wonderful job of pulling a reader into feeling sorrow for Freddy, then causing them to feel regretful of it. Great job.

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Wolfy-Power Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist

Aw shit, I nearly cried...I actually felt sorry for poor Freddy..

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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2013  Professional Filmographer
Did you?  I'm glad, but understand...he did just kill a cat.  Quite coldly, I might add.  Take what you will from that.  :XD:
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Wolfy-Power Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh well LOL
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2013  Professional Filmographer
But it's good to know that you sympathize with Freddy, nonetheless.  I want you to like the character, even sympathize with him, even seduced by him, then...you regret doing just that, knowing that he will do.
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kirillkirillkirill Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2013
who is this boy on story's avatar?
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2013  Professional Filmographer
It's meant to be Little Freddy. It's the child actor Eli Synder, who played Little Walter Kovacs in WATCHMEN, but I photoshoped JEH's eyes on him.
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kirillkirillkirill Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2013
oh, Ok))
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2013  Professional Filmographer
It's a subtle change, but I think it adds something.
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CodWars Featured By Owner May 2, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
amzed
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner May 3, 2013  Professional Filmographer
It's very different explanation than what's established in the Robert Englund franchise, but the explanation they gave there never did it for me. Too many inconsistencies.
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CodWars Featured By Owner May 3, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
agree it was very confusing with the child murder developing to a dream demon to a nightmare come alive. This freddy actural has done such damage and touching that age old justice
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner May 7, 2013  Professional Filmographer
Agreed. I never understood Amanda's hate for her own child. Yes, I understand you were raped, but you're also a nun... Shouldn't you, I don't know, love all "God's gifts" no matter what? Also, if they hid the truth behind Amanda's rape, how does everyone know that Freddy was "the son of a hundred maniacs"? That doesn't make any sense at all.
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the-sand-prince Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2013
wow....that was ....... gross and disturbing
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2013  Professional Filmographer
Which part?
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the-sand-prince Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2013
the gory cat murder
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2013  Professional Filmographer
You know...I think it's morbidly hysterical that people react more to the cat scene in this chapter than the horrific attempted gang-rape of a six-year-old child, or graphic stabbing the teenager (which is a "mirror" of the cat scene). Because ask yourself: Which of three scenes were the most violent? Can you measure violence? Can you place an order to it? Our laws certainly do, so can you?
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the-sand-prince Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2013
they are all screwed up (your words are messing up my bran)
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2013  Professional Filmographer
I don't write the "typical" fanfiction; they're of a different quality. You can say it's more "high brow," but I simply love literature in all its forms. I'm a big classic literature fan, they were a great influence on me as a writer, I want to be the best writer I can be, so my work is very "classical" -- intricate, metaphoric, allegoric, formalistic, thematic, (non-)formulaic, realistic/fantastical, etc. I like to ask the hard questions, I like to talk about the subjects people don't like talking about. My work is intended for a very unique and unusual audience because it's soooo atypical of fan-writers and fan-readers. This isn't spank material; this isn't Mary Sue; this isn't self-insertion; and because of this, I don't pander to a wide audience. I don't have a large viewership because people don't take generally take fan-fiction as "serious" as I do. That's one of the many reasons why I use the academic word "pastiche." The word "pastiche" means an intimation of the original, practically "fan-fiction," but it's a word before the internet. Because I was writing "pastiche" before "fan-fiction" became a word and it stuck.
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Slashphoto Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I feel sorry for Freddy here. He can't help he is what he is. His acting out is normal Well done!
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2013  Professional Filmographer
Thanks! It's a vicious little Sisyphean cycle. Take it however you'd like. There's no right or wrong way to really take it.
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DarkTonic Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Daaw cute chapter :3 the ending I mean
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2013  Professional Filmographer
Oh, Bonnie will appear again. This is a false sense of security, I assure you. Don't know if you caught hints of it, but there is more to her than what appears.
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DarkTonic Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hmm I may have to RE read just to see the hints
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2013  Professional Filmographer
The chapters are full of little tidbits and clues and metaphors that will encircle around and be explained at a later date -- sometimes in the same chapter or later chapters, depending on the clues/hints themselves. The problem is finding them and you usually notice them in the re-readings. Oh, foreshadowing, how I love it!
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DarkTonic Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Lol xD
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Abraxis-Kav Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2012
Its so awesome to see this story really dig into the inner psychology of Kreuger as he lives through the foster home, being a cat owner it was not hard to read because it was not about the cat, it could have easily been any animal, It was about the cruelty and Fredrick's pleasure in doing what he did. I absolutely love how the story is coming along :-)
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2012  Professional Filmographer
Thank you! As mentioned in the chapter, this wasn't the first animal he ripped apart. He's done it to several and I doubt all of them were cats. They could have been dogs, squirrels, rats, anything really. It's about what Little Frederick was capable of and how he enjoyed it until the animal stopped screaming, because it was the screaming he looked forward to the most, and how he graduated from animals to humans. Even if it was forced upon him, it opened the doors to it.
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S-a-k-u-r-a-Haruno Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
It´s very good! :)
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2012  Professional Filmographer
Thanks. Hope you enjoyed all five chapters so far. ;p
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S-a-k-u-r-a-Haruno Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Yes of course. :)
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2012  Professional Filmographer
Awesome! Chapter VI is finished, but won't be published until about January. It's a New Year's present in a way, so look out for that.
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S-a-k-u-r-a-Haruno Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
YEAH! *_* Okay xD
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2012  Professional Filmographer
Do give me a watch, or check back in January around New Year.
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S-a-k-u-r-a-Haruno Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Watch! :)
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2012  Professional Filmographer
SCORE! :icondorkydanceplz:

At the moment, I'm skipping around and writing up Chapter XII. I feel very dirty... :XD:
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AlaisLestat Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
This is really good, well writen, the cat part... it literaly terrified me. I remember I readit before, and it was so realistic. But anyways, I love Freddy and love the way you wrote this out. It's fantastic, very very nice
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2012  Professional Filmographer
Oh, good, I wanted the cat scene to be quite horrific and then the attack upon the bully to be metaphorically similar, using a few of the same lines from the cat scene. What comes around goes around.

Nevertheless, I wanted to make it clear that Freddy is both a victim and a victimizer. You may sympathize with him for being abused, but he's just as much of an abuser as the bullies themselves; he just happens to do it to cats.
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AlaisLestat Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Yea I was all like aww a kitty... OH GAHD ITS LIKE A CAR CRASH I CAN"T LOOK AWAY!... and then I was better, yes though I understood that and it is so so well written all of it, I went and read the other chapters too, I was sad when freddy got in the car crash T.T Super good job though Keep up the good work :D
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2012  Professional Filmographer
It's also metaphoric to the process of a child predator: Earn their trust of the child, wait before attacking, blah, blah.

If you read the artist's descriptions, you'll see where the car accident came from. Jackie's Freddy has a noticeable limp, which was practically removed from the final cut of the 2010 film, but it can be clearly seen in the B-rolls. The car crash is used to explain it.
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AlaisLestat Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Now that you mention it I tottally get the metaphor, its a pretty darn good one at that.
That acttually makes alot of sense. Probably should have read the desciptions...
Learned something else new today :D
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2012  Professional Filmographer
There's a lot of pathos, foreshadowing, tiny clues, allegories, and metaphors throughout the story.
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AlaisLestat Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Yes I noticed quite a few things, there beautuful imagery in there as well, but of course you already know that
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2012  Professional Filmographer
Thank you! I do try.
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Iluvendure Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2012
it is a good chapter, I'm glad to see an update. I liked the presentation of the future stepparents and the orphanage. And very beautiful descriptions

A good tribute to Watchmen though ... I think that you must be careful not to victimize someone like Freddy. he is a sympathetic and charismatic villain, but it must be remembered that he is a good guy with a tragic past (Freddy is not Rorschach, and there are There are many wonderful people who have been abused in childhood but They have chosen the right path). Still, I think the character he keeps evil and he not is victimized in this fic, but be careful, because it's very easy to fall into the trap of victimization. I mean,you should write his life and give sad nuances, but at the same time, you must not give the character a justification for his actions

This beautifully written, as always. You continued to work hard because the results are always good
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2012  Professional Filmographer
The problem is that victimizers were themselves victims, which is why I added the cat scene. You may sympathize with Freddy as a victim, but he just as much of a victimizer. He's six and downright murders a cat in the worst, most violent way without any consideration and respect for life. One shouldn't forget that. There is no real justification for his actions, but that all depends on how the reader takes it. I keep it open-ended.
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jokergirl129 Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I'm happy to see a new chapter and I enjoyed reading it. Even though the part with the cat was kind of hard to get through but after that I was fine. It's interesting seeing what happen in Freddy's childhood and I look forward to seeing more of it and to read what happens in the rest of the story.

And your author's comments are a good read too as you explain a bit of what the chapter is about, the issues that goes on in it and what happen in the movies. Along with any historical facts you add depending on location. Now I never really watched the old Nightmare on Elm Street movies so there's a lot I don't fully know but you bring of some good points. Why didn't Freddy's mother get an abortion? Was she somehow unable to? Was she against it no matter the circumstances? Or was it something they just didn't think about when writing the script? And if they tried to cover up what happen then how did the kids that tormented Freddy find out?

It'll be nice to read your thoughts on the ideas and what you come up with to answer these questions. I look forward to more.
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2012  Professional Filmographer
I knew this chapter was going to be a difficult read when I started it. It was extremely difficult to write due to the issues of animal abuse and child abuse and how they co-inside. It's a vicious cycle, yet I always find it funny that an abuse of an animal takes more out of people than that of a child. I always find that funny, honestly. In this story, I wanted the attack on the bully to be similar to the cat for irony, metaphor, foreshadowing, etc. In Freddy's Dead, you see an elementary school Freddy take a hamster and kill it with a mallet. I've always seen two reactions to that scene -- disgust or laughter -- so I wanted the cat scene to be plain uncomfortable for that reason.

Dream Child was a MESS of a movie. Although Robert Englund said the original script for the film was fantastic when he signed up for it and was very excited to do it, but New Line kept fiddling with it and rewriting it and the resulting film ended up lukewarm. Sad because the concept for it was great. I love learning about Freddy's background, his parentage, his conception, his psychology (particularly in his childhood), the argument of nature vs. nurture; I just love stuff like that!

Abortion was this weird, forbidden topic in Dream Child. It's still a hot button today, just imagine about how big it was in the super-conservative Reagan-era of the 1980s. Amanda was raped by a hundred maniacs, but no one suggests to her an abortion until she's labour. It's just odd. Also, the film was kind of big on underage pregnancy. The moral of the film was wonky. Yes, you're a teenage mom, stop school, raise that baby....hmmm, what?
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jokergirl129 Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Very true. You always hear how when someone abuses/kills an animal at a young age they will eventually move up to abusing/killing humans and that often this happens because the killer was abused themselves. True, cases vary and not all killers were abused themselves but it's a clear warning sign in either case.

It's hard to explain this one in a way (or at least for me to explain it) because after all many people hate seeing both animals and children being abused. But I think sometimes people may feel a little more for an animal because of how helpless they are. Yes children in abusive situations can be equally as helpless and they don't always have the strength to fight back or speak up. But they do have a chance to speak up of the abuse if they get the chance or even fight back or going out to get help.

With animals though they can't speak of the abuse at all. They can't go and get help and they can't always fight back. Most often animals are rescued when someone reports it or someone sees what bad conditions they are in. Both cases are equally terrible but some people may feel a little more for animals since they can do nothing at all. But like I said I can't explain it. It was mainly the details that got to me. I would have felt uncomfortable if you describe the same events with a person in such details too.

Such a shame the original script kept being messed with. If it had been left alone it makes you wonder what type of movie we've would have gotten instead and what could have been. It's a shame when a good concept gets ruin due to a whole bunch of changes made to it.

Yeah... I can see how abortion wouldn't fully be addressed with the time period the movie took place in and because abortion is such a hot button. And yes that moral is wonky.
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tranimation-art Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2012  Professional Filmographer
And I leave it rather open-ended if Little Frederick is a victim or victimizer. Oftentimes, victimizers were victims themselves and vice versa. What's interesting about human psychology is that you could give 20 people the same, exact childhood and your get 20 different results. Someone who was abused doesn't necessarily turn them to an abuser, but there's a chance they could be. Jeffrey Dahmer had a very ideal childhood actually, never been a abused, loving family, yet he would torture little animals as a child and eventually graduated to human beings and became one of the most infamous serial killers in the world.

The abuse of animals will always catch more attention than the abuse of children. It's just the way humanity is wired. Part of it is because animals can't talk back, but there are more factors to it than that. It depends on the abuse of child, some don't consider bullying abuse, everyone goes through bullying, this isn't considered abuse but rather kids playing, etc, etc.

It's sad seeing Dream Child tur into such a mess, but the 2010 reboot was the same. There were a lot of changes made to the script. The director wanted a risker film, but it was the executives of New Line who wanted a "safe" film, so many, many scenes were deleted out of the final cut of the reboot, like the dirt room scene, the church scene, the cave scene, the alternate ending, etc.
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jokergirl129 Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
It is fascinating the different results you can get with people even when you put them in the same exact situation. This is mainly because humans are complex, they react differently to things and so many other factors. But then again that's what makes it so interesting.

And you are right about that. People that are abused don't always grow to become abusers themselves and sometimes those with ideal childhoods and loving families don't grow up to be a good person. It all depends on the environment, mental factors and so much more.

True and I don't have much more ideas than what I said before. And yes depending on the situation some people may not recognize abuse when it happens. Like bullying for example. Although these days with how sever it has gotten people are becoming more and more aware of the damage it causes.

I had no idea the reboot went through a lot of changes either or that a lot of scenes were cut out. Makes me wonder what it would have been like then.
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