Disclaimer: I don't own NoES or any of the characters involved. They belong to Wes Craven and New Line Cinema.
Title: Previously called The Krueger's - however this will be renamed.
Rating: M - for violence, language, dark themes.
Genre: Suspense, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Horror.
Summary: New summary - He would give her a chance. She would keep her promise. . Loretta didn't want to tear their family apart and so she would keep Fred's dark secret safe, even if it meant at the cost of her own sanity and freedom Their family would never be the same. It would become dysfunctional and twisted.
Author's Note: I have decided to re-write The Krueger's - I hope you will like the direction I will take it in. Updates though may not be as frequent, as I will be focusing on my other NOES story.
The Krueger's
Chapter One
Dark Promises
The sun shone brightly down upon the backyard of 1428 Elm Street. Birds chirped in the trees, the air was also filled with the laughter of a child. Katherine Krueger. Her father good heartedly chased her around the immaculate garden. Her pink dress flowed around her small legs as she ran passed the rose beds that her mother had worked long hours on keeping in perfect condition. She giggled as her father gently touched her shoulder as they played 'tag'.
"Tag. Now you're it" he chirped and smiled down at her She turned to him and laughed. Freddy chuckled and motioned her to him, "Remember what you have to do now. You go to Daddy"
She nodded with enthusiasm and trotted over, her right arm was stretched out to touch him. But he moved out of the way and smiled mischievously at her. She laughed again, and spun around to face him.
Her mother smiled at them both as they continued to play in the garden. This was her opportunity to get to that room, the room where she was forbidden to go by him. When was the last time she tried to get into that room? Maybe two months ago and well she paid for foolish mistake. A nasty bruise on the right side of her cheek was her punishment. But this time he was preoccupied with Katherine. She strode across the garden and down the steps into the basement.
Her dark brown eyes instantly fell upon the steel door at the far end of the basement. Why was she feel so anxious? It was probably nothing out of the ordinary, maybe some sports magazines that he collected or other items for his amusement. Both her hands shook as she edged towards it and she gasped in surprise. It really was her lucky day. The padlock that was usually securely locked, was now hanging loosely around the thick metal bar. It was unlocked.
Her cold hand grasped the handle and she pulled the heavy door opened...
Katherine giggled again as she attempted with all her might to catch her father. But as like all the other times when they played 'tag' he was faster. He always seemed to be a winner at this game. She chuckled cheerfully and whirled around to see him crouching down before her. His arms were spread out. "Come to daddy"
She grinned and charged into his opened arms. His hands effortlessly wrapped around her little waist and he swung her around.
Her mouth went agape as she shrieked in laughter and closed her eyes as a butterflies fluttered in her stomach. "Daddy! I'm getting dizzy!
Freddy grinned and placed her back on the ground. He knelt beside her, then brushed a strand of her brown hair from her face as he studied her. She beamed up at him and he gently kissed her forehead. The other children were dispensable they meant nothing to him. But for Katherine, his child, she meant the world to him. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. And if anyone had hurt her they would pay dearly for it, he would make sure of it.
"Let's go and see what your mommy is doing" he lifted her into his arms.
Her small nimble hands curled around his neck as he carried her down the basement steps. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he heard soft sobbing coming from his 'secret room'. The door was slightly ajar. Was that bitch inside? He saw her slither out of the room and then she froze as she saw him staring at her. Her body was quivering and her face was a deathly shade of white.
His wife gulped as he slowly placed Katherine on the floor, then clutched her right hand as he walked towards her. Eyes were cold with hatred and anger as he halted before her. "Go upstairs sweetheart" he gave a cool smile as he looked down at their daughter. "I need to talk to your mother"
The child glanced between both her parents. Had her mother been in her father's room? he had always told them both to stay out of it. Had she broken her promise? Was her father going to get mad at her? "Okay daddy" she finally spoke.
Her hand was let go and she scarpered up the steps and once the basement door shut, Freddy turned to his wife. The back of his right hand connected with her face and she whimpered as he growled in her face, "What the fuck did you see? Mmm? You snooping bitch!"
"It's y-you..." she sobbed.
He clutched a fistful of her hair and dragged her into his room, "I told you not to come in here, didn't I? Huh? Answer me!"
"Yes!" she cried, "I'm sorry, I won't tell. I swear, I won't say a word!"
Her body was slammed against the wall to their right, "You really expect me to believe you?!"
Loretta reached out to touch his arm, "P-please, I still love you Fred. I always will..."
"How the fuck can still you love me?" he snapped, "Look at this room. This is who I really am Loretta!"
She allowed her eyes to study the room of horrors once again. Newspaper articles of the missing children glared at her from the wall facing them, photos of children smiled at them from the beams. Sick, twisted and bloodied bladed and hooked claws were laid on the shelves. Jars of blood and internal organs decorated the other shelf. It was like she was in a horror movie and her husband was the monster. And he really was. None other than the Springwood Slasher. Could she really love him? Perhaps she did or maybe it was that she didn't want to break up their family. A part of her didn't want to be alone. Maybe she could get him to stop, just maybe she could help him.
"Please Fred...I won't say anything" she gazed at him, pleading for him to recognise how genuine she was.
He sneered at her and turned away towards one the shelves, then after a minute he spun back to her. Adorning his right hand was his bladed glove. There was a flash of fear in her eyes and he grinned at this, then closed the gap between them. "Please!" she hissed.
Lifting a single blade he trailed the tip through her sweaty brown locks. She resembled one of his little children that he would bring down to the boiler room. Shaking with trepidation, eyes wide, sweat glistening off their forehead. The fear that emanated from her was exciting him. He could easily kill her right now, plunge his blades into her gut. But Katherine would ask where her mother was. She may have been five years old, but she was a clever little girl.
"What about Katherine?"
He heard her speak.
"She needs us both, Fred!" she begged, "I swear on my life, on Katherine's life, that I won't say a word! I don't want to break our family apart! I love you!"
He frowned and saw the genuine look in her eyes. Could she really love him? As twisted and fucked up as he was, was she still able to care for him? "I'll give you a chance. But there are going to be some new ground rules in the house. You will do exactly what I say, go where I go. I'm not letting your sweet little face out of my sight"
She held her breath as he leaned in close, "You understand, my love?"
"Y-yes..." the tips of his blades trailed down the side of her face, "I'll do whatever you want!"
He gave her a perverse grin and latched his lips onto hers and then with his bladed glove and hand, pinning both her hands above her head. They were held above her head by this bladed claw as he continued to assault her mouth with his lips. She whimpered as the fingers on his left hand tugged down her panty hose and pants, then she heard him buckled with his belt. He positioned himself between her legs and she grimaced as he thrust inside her with one swift plunge. She felt his grip on her hands loosen and then she heard it.
Scrreechh...
Screech...
She whimpered against his mouth at the sound of his blade upon the metal wall she was leaning against. And then felt him smirk against. He picked up his steady pace and his lips then found their way to the crook of her neck as he nuzzled and nibbled at her soft skin. Her body shuddered as he hit a certain spot and then she felt him spasm and with one last thrust he groaned against her neck. Wailing softly she turned her face away as he removed himself from her and tidied himself away.
He gave her a cool disturbing smile and asked, "So, honey, what's for dinner?"
