{"id":5787,"date":"1992-09-01T00:00:09","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:00:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=5787"},"modified":"2012-03-10T07:20:07","modified_gmt":"2012-03-10T07:20:07","slug":"freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Freddy\u2019s Dead: The Final Nightmare \u2014 Adaptation Excerpts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Adapted by Bob Italia<br \/>\nTranscribed by Rob Nimmo<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/1562391615?ie=UTF8&#038;tag=thenightmaone-20&#038;linkCode=xm2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creativeASIN=1562391615\" target=\"_blank\">Order<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>TWO<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<div style=\u201ddisplay:block;float:right;\">\n<div style=\"padding-left: 16px;\"><script type=\"text\/javascript\"><!--\ngoogle_ad_client = \"ca-pub-0772942500851985\";\n\/* 250 *\/\ngoogle_ad_slot = \"3976876457\";\ngoogle_ad_width = 250;\ngoogle_ad_height = 250;\n\/\/-->\n<\/script><br \/>\n<script type=\"text\/javascript\"\nsrc=\"http:\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/show_ads.js\">\n<\/script><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>John managed to make his way into the city. He wandered through a poor section feeling out of place, not used to the sights and sounds of an urban environment. It scared him. Besides, he had not slept in three days. He stopped to pop a few caffeine pills as two police officers watched him. \u201cHey,\u201d the first officer said to his partner, \u201cyou ever seen this junkie before?\u201d The officer shook her head. \u201cHe\u2019s new.\u201d \u201cBeautiful,\u201d the first officer said. \u201cAnother afternoon shot doing juvie paperwork.\u201d \u201cForget that,\u201d the second officer said. \u201cLet\u2019s scoop him up and drop him off at the shelter. Let the bleeding hearts do the typing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Maggie entered the youth shelter, which was nothing more than a rundown elementary school. The shelter\u2019s security guards stood at the entrance. It was filled with workmen trying to fix various leaks and cracks. Scaffolding was everywhere. Maggie sidestepped the clutter and approached her office. There, fifteen-year-old Spencer and his well-dressed father were engaged in a serious conversation. \u201cSpencer,\u201d his dad said, \u201cI want to make sure you understand our situation. In one week you walk out of here and I expect to see some changes in your behavior when you come home.\u201d Spencer ignored his father as he played his pocket video game. \u201cI know you\u2019re hearing me,\u201d his father said. \u201cI put you in here because you left me no choice. Next time, I\u2019ll leave you here and walk away.\u201d \u201cThanks for the visit, dad,\u201d Spencer said, keeping his eyes on the game. His father threw his hands into the air and headed for the entrance. Passing Maggie along the way, he threw her a cold stare. \u201cNice job on my kid,\u201d he said sarcastically. \u201cI expect to see some improvement.\u201d \u201cHe isn\u2019t a Toyota,\u201d Maggie said with disdain, \u201cand this isn\u2019t a body shop.\u201d She approached Spencer. \u201cYou okay?\u201d Spencer looked up. \u201cOh yeah. Dad just came by to lay out some ground rules. No more running away, no more setting his cars on fire\u2026\u201d \u201cThere are other ways to get his attention.\u201d Spencer shrugged. \u201cHe barely blinked when I blew up the garage. All he wants is for me to grow up like him, an exact copy. And frankly, I don\u2019t feel like playing football and dating cheerleaders.\u201d \u201cSomeday you\u2019ll have to face your father,\u201d Maggie said. Kelly approached, wielding a homemade pipe bomb. Kelly was a pudgy, middle-aged counselor at the shelter. \u201cLook what I found in Spencer\u2019s room!\u201d \u201cOh, that,\u201d Spencer said. \u201cI was teaching some of the kids survival techniques.\u201d He walked away. \u201cI\u2019ve been confiscating stuff like this all week,\u201d Kelly said. \u201cWhere do they get it?\u201d \u201cThey buy it or make it,\u201d Maggie said. \u201cSpencer\u2019s a do-it-yourself kind of guy. I think he wants to be caught and kept here.\u201d \u201cWell, we\u2019re overcrowded as it is,\u201d Kelly said. \u201cAnd the city\u2019s cutting our budget again. I\u2019ll put this downstairs with the rest of the arsenal.\u201d \u201cI thought the cops were supposed to dispose of this stuff,\u201d Maggie stated. \u201cCops are supposed to do a lot of things,\u201d Kelly replied. Maggie headed for the admitting area. She could hear someone shouting. \u201cTake your hands off me!\u201d Tracy shouted. Maggie moved toward the security guards struggling with the seventeen-year-old girl. Tracy was tall and powerful, a real survivor. She had already given a guard a bloody nose. \u201cWhat\u2019s the problem?\u201d Maggie shouted. \u201cShe was beating on one of the kids,\u201d said the guard with the bloody nose. \u201cHe kept trying to hit on me!\u201d Tracy said fiercely. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t like to be touched,\u201d Maggie said to the guard. \u201cNeither do I,\u201d the guard replied. The guards released Tracy and walked away. Maggie stared at Tracy. \u201cWe have a session today, yes?\u201d \u201cI have Doc today,\u201d Tracy said, storming away. \u201cWork around him.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Maggie made her way to Doc\u2019s small office. It was heavily ladened with dream totems from various cultures, mostly eastern. 3-D, X-Ray, and Pop-Out glasses also littered the room. Doc, forty-eight years old, sat at his desk in the center of the room, his head buried in a stack of files. \u201cThey caught your star pupil beating up one of the kids again,\u201d Maggie said. \u201cI thought you were making some progress with Tracy?\u201d Doc stared at her. \u201cI get twenty-three minutes a week with these kids. With that kind of attention, be grateful she didn\u2019t kill him!\u201d Maggie grinned. \u201cNice attitude for a therapist.\u201d \u201cYou know it\u2019s the truth. Tracy\u2019s buried some deep trauma inside her head. Something to do with her father. Conventional therapy\u2019s not gonna help.\u201d \u201cBut your dream therapy will?\u201d \u201cI can teach these kids through their dreams,\u201d Doc insisted. \u201cIt\u2019s where they hide all the bad stuff, including their worst fears. You give me half a chance, I might even help you with your little problem.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t have a problem,\u201d Maggie stated. \u201cI have a recurring dream. And I\u2019m handling it, thank you. Besides, we don\u2019t get paid to be dream doctors.\u201d \u201cWe barely get paid, period,\u201d Doc said. \u201cSo I might as well do what I think is right.\u201d Maggie picked up the 3-D glasses. \u201cWith these? What are these for? Double-bill at the drive-in?\u201d \u201cThey\u2019re just a different way to look at stuff,\u201d Doc said. \u201cThe kids have to see their problems before they can face them.\u201d Maggie held up the glasses and stared at a peculiar painting on the wall. It was a rendering of several demons writhing up from someone\u2019s head. \u201cThis looks worse in 3-D. What is it?\u201d \u201cLike it? It\u2019s new. These ugly little guys are ancient dream demons. They wipe out the line between dreams and reality, turning the real world into one big nightmare.\u201d \u201cThey\u2019re doing a pretty good job so far,\u201d Maggie said. \u201cThey have some help. Supposedly, they roam the dreams of the living until they find the most twisted, evil human imaginable. Then they give him the power to cross the line, to turn our nightmares into reality.\u201d \u201cThink they\u2019ve found anybody yet?\u201d Maggie asked. \u201cGod knows they\u2019re enough candidates.\u201d Suddenly, Kelly entered the office. \u201cMags, I need you right now. The cops dropped off a John Doe this morning. He\u2019s just come through orientation. They need your report ASAP.\u201d Maggie sighed and left the office.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Tracy pummeled a punching bag in the recreation room while Carlos, a 16-year-old deaf boy, narrated the action like a sports commentator. \u201cThis girl is bad,\u201d he said, \u201cbut the fans love her. This underdog from the streets is preparing to duke it out with the heavyweight champion of the world\u2026\u201d Tracy reeled around and threw a cutting jab at Carlos. He leaned back and whistled, fingering his hearing aid. \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t hit a guy with a handicap, wouldja?\u201d he said. \u201cYou call it a handicap?\u201d Tracy said. \u201cI call it a yellow way out. C\u2019mon, chicken, spar with me.\u201d She jabbed at him as he backed away. \u201cNo thank you, ma\u2019am.\u201d \u201cC\u2019mon you yellow-bellied, lily-livered wuss\u2026\u201d Carlos removed his hearing aid. The sounds of the shelter and Tracy vanished. Spencer appeared behind Carlos and placed the hearing aid back in Carlos\u2019 ear. \u201cDon\u2019t tune out,\u201d Spencer said. \u201cTalk back to her.\u201d Carlos shrugged. \u201cYeah, like you talk back to your dad? I stopped talking back when it became hazardous to my health.\u201d Tracy walked up to Spencer. \u201cSo, are we set?\u201d \u201cNo problem,\u201d Spencer replied. \u201cI gave the guy our cash. As long as we do it before dawn, we\u2019re set.\u201d \u201cAll right,\u201d Carlos said with joy, \u201cwe\u2019ll be living large in Cali by next week.\u201d Tracy glared at Spencer. \u201cYou better be sure.\u201d \u201cTrust me,\u201d Spencer said. \u201cI\u2019ve got all the bases covered. I need to get out of here even more than you do.\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t know anything about needing to get out,\u201d Tracy stated. \u201cYour family\u2019s a picnic, rich boy.\u201d \u201cYeah, well that\u2019s what you think. You think I\u2019d choose to be here with you morons? My dad\u2019s a one man stud show.\u201d \u201cLook,\u201d Tracy said, \u201cdon\u2019t talk to me about fathers.\u201d \u201cYours come to visit, too?\u201d Spencer asked. \u201cYeah,\u201d Tracy replied, \u201ceverytime I close my eyes.\u201d Just then, Doc entered the room. \u201cGet lost,\u201d he said to Spencer and Carlos. \u201cTracy and I have work to do.\u201d Carlos and Spencer departed.<\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-1\/\">Chapter 1<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-3\/\">Chapter 3<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Adapted by Bob Italia Transcribed by Rob Nimmo Order TWO<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[339,121],"class_list":["post-5787","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-merchandise","tag-bob-italia","tag-freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5787","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5787"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5787\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5790,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5787\/revisions\/5790"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5787"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5787"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5787"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}