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AN- Question. How come all the nightmare sequels except 7 are set around or involve the white house? Its Nancy's house! Not Freddys! Explain?
Rising out of the darkness I hear the echoes of a laugh, taunting and cruel. Opening my eyes I see him lying on the floor near me, far to near for comfort. Groggy, part of me doesn't realize where I am. The other part of me can already hear Tracy's calls, already forming a plan as he begins to stir.
"Katherine" He whispers, the red and green stripes reaching for me. They are such horrible colors, reminding me of Christmas and all the years I spent alone. Well I guess I was never really alone. He had always been there. Full of constant sorrow, fear, loathing and love, all the feelings he evoked. And I hated him for it. I would never truly be free of him, he is my blood, my father.
"Katherine." He questions again. The metal hand glints and I hear a scream. It seems so far away, echoing over the distance. The keen edged blades of his fingers wrap around my ankle and pull me towards him. Absently I marvel that he hasn't broken my flesh. Maybe its because I'm family, but then again so was my mother.
The screaming continues, eerie and warped in my head. 'Shut up Tracy' I think, wishing that she and Doc weren't here to watch my showdown.
The pulling has stopped and I lie still, frozen like a rabbit hiding from a fox. He leans towards me, his face smooth and unblemished. I know he is hiding his burns but he looks exactly like I remember. The comforting, loving and playful father. His voice brings back my childhood. "Why are we fighting, Princess?"
The scream stops. It was me all along. "What?"
He sits up and slowly pulls the glove off of his hand. Slowly and gently, as if I was a skittish animal, he places the glove near me. "Its for you, for all the birthdays and Christmases I've missed".
It is Pandora's Box. The beautiful evil that will destroy me. If I take it what will I do? I'm suppose to be the good guy, the one who triumphs and saves the day. But to save the day I have to kill my father. And the bible tells us to honor our mother and our father. Is death honor?
With a trembling hand I reach out, my fingertips quivering as they touch the cool metal. Almost as if it knows me the blades heat to my touch. I draw the gloves towards me, hearing the scrape as the blades drag across the cement.
He whispers encouraging words that I can't really hear as I pick the glove up. Gazing at it, I carefully inspect it.
Shiny reflective and clean, the blades are sharp. As I run my index finger down one is slices quick and painlessly. Surprised the glove falls from my hands to land on the floor. Red blood runs down the side, his eyes reflecting in the silver.
"Maggie!" Tracy calls and I turn to see her. She stares through a fence, her white fingers curled around the wires. "What are you doing? Kill him!"
Confused I look back to my father, father knows best.
"Put on the glove Katherine"
Wide eyed I look down at the weapon on the floor.
"Put it on, baby girl"
My hand, unbidden, grasps the material. I raise it to my face and gradually pull it down over my hand.
Now it really is Tracy whos screaming.
"And now, let me show you the way"
Shlink *
My hand has parted and the blades are splayed wide. Tracy is frozen in terror and Doc has run already. He always had a good sense of danger.
Eyes glassy and void I reach out and watch disconnected as I free the blood from Tracy's body. When her screams stop, I stop. Her blood pooling around my feet and dripping down my body I turn back to him.
"Daddy?" I question, my voice little, vying for approval.
He nods and motions me forward, drawing me into a hug.
"That's my girl"
-End- R&R Please!!
AN- Question. How come all the nightmare sequels except 7 are set around or involve the white house? Its Nancy's house! Not Freddys! Explain?
Rising out of the darkness I hear the echoes of a laugh, taunting and cruel. Opening my eyes I see him lying on the floor near me, far to near for comfort. Groggy, part of me doesn't realize where I am. The other part of me can already hear Tracy's calls, already forming a plan as he begins to stir.
"Katherine" He whispers, the red and green stripes reaching for me. They are such horrible colors, reminding me of Christmas and all the years I spent alone. Well I guess I was never really alone. He had always been there. Full of constant sorrow, fear, loathing and love, all the feelings he evoked. And I hated him for it. I would never truly be free of him, he is my blood, my father.
"Katherine." He questions again. The metal hand glints and I hear a scream. It seems so far away, echoing over the distance. The keen edged blades of his fingers wrap around my ankle and pull me towards him. Absently I marvel that he hasn't broken my flesh. Maybe its because I'm family, but then again so was my mother.
The screaming continues, eerie and warped in my head. 'Shut up Tracy' I think, wishing that she and Doc weren't here to watch my showdown.
The pulling has stopped and I lie still, frozen like a rabbit hiding from a fox. He leans towards me, his face smooth and unblemished. I know he is hiding his burns but he looks exactly like I remember. The comforting, loving and playful father. His voice brings back my childhood. "Why are we fighting, Princess?"
The scream stops. It was me all along. "What?"
He sits up and slowly pulls the glove off of his hand. Slowly and gently, as if I was a skittish animal, he places the glove near me. "Its for you, for all the birthdays and Christmases I've missed".
It is Pandora's Box. The beautiful evil that will destroy me. If I take it what will I do? I'm suppose to be the good guy, the one who triumphs and saves the day. But to save the day I have to kill my father. And the bible tells us to honor our mother and our father. Is death honor?
With a trembling hand I reach out, my fingertips quivering as they touch the cool metal. Almost as if it knows me the blades heat to my touch. I draw the gloves towards me, hearing the scrape as the blades drag across the cement.
He whispers encouraging words that I can't really hear as I pick the glove up. Gazing at it, I carefully inspect it.
Shiny reflective and clean, the blades are sharp. As I run my index finger down one is slices quick and painlessly. Surprised the glove falls from my hands to land on the floor. Red blood runs down the side, his eyes reflecting in the silver.
"Maggie!" Tracy calls and I turn to see her. She stares through a fence, her white fingers curled around the wires. "What are you doing? Kill him!"
Confused I look back to my father, father knows best.
"Put on the glove Katherine"
Wide eyed I look down at the weapon on the floor.
"Put it on, baby girl"
My hand, unbidden, grasps the material. I raise it to my face and gradually pull it down over my hand.
Now it really is Tracy whos screaming.
"And now, let me show you the way"
Shlink *
My hand has parted and the blades are splayed wide. Tracy is frozen in terror and Doc has run already. He always had a good sense of danger.
Eyes glassy and void I reach out and watch disconnected as I free the blood from Tracy's body. When her screams stop, I stop. Her blood pooling around my feet and dripping down my body I turn back to him.
"Daddy?" I question, my voice little, vying for approval.
He nods and motions me forward, drawing me into a hug.
"That's my girl"
-End- R&R Please!!