He's My Daddy!
I don't own any of the characters and I just wrote this for fun I don't care about time-lines or continuity I just made up a story where Kathryn don't know that Freddy killed her Mother or That he is The Springwood Slasher And she never went into his secret room and saw all his gloves and weapons, articles et
HE'S MY DADDY IS BACK AND HAVING A RE-WRITE WHERE IT IS BOLD U CAN SEE THE CHANGE
AS KYLIE WOULD SAY IT'S THE TRUTH IT WAS FACT I WAS GONE AND NOW I'M BACK YEAH
BLAME Letme BeYourJuliet LOL
What you don't Know Won't hurt you
It had always been Kathryn and her Dad ever since her Mom left when she was four years old. The last image she had of her mom was in the backyard just as her dad asked her to go inside. She went upstairs to take a nap next thing she knew she woke up and moving down the dark stairs and into the living room to find her Dad sat on the sofa looking straight at her, a disturbed expression on his face. That's when he told her that her Mommy is gone and never coming back. Kathryn wasn't sure how she was meant to react didn't know if she was meant to cry feel sad or what. She always been close to her Father and to be honest she'd be more upset if he'd just disappeared
Her daddy was is great the best one ever. Takes really good care of her He never yells,hits or do anything bad to her. He talks to her listens to her teaches her things buys her stuff takes her places . Whenever she fell and hurt herself. In minutes, her father was by her side, consoling her, kissing her wounds, fawning. When it came to house-whole chores he was pretty lenient it was mainly common seance stuff that she had to do like clean and pick up after herself. Her Dad works hard to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table.
When her Father was younger kids would chant "Son of a hundred maniacs." Now it's "Granddaughter of a hundred maniacs." Very original. Which she'd ignore things would only turn physical if anyone had a pop about her dad she had been suspended quite a few times for getting into altercations with fellow pupils. And it was always the other person that came off worse
On occasions he will spend hours on end in his special room in the basement which she 's not aloud to go into he told her "Every-man needs his privacy once in awhile and he would let her into his room one day." She just assume that's the place he goes to cool off whenever he gets mad he can have a scary temper at times
Present Day
This couldn't really be happening. Kathryn paced in her bedroom, shaking, afraid, trying to put together Coherent thoughts. It was hard, with her mind racing as it was. Thought upon thought speeding through her mind, piling on top of each other, mixing together into a drone like voices in a crowded restaurant. She had to get herself together. She had to figure out what to do. It wasn't until her vision blurred and she nearly fell that she realized how hard she was breathing.
Hyperventilating?
What if she passed out? She couldn't let that happen. She sat on her bed and stared at the floor, trying to slow her breathing down. She wiped her mouth with the back of a hand. The hand came away wet with traces of vomit. Kathryn quickly wiped her hand on her already filthy stone wash jeans.
She then clasped her shaking hands together, trying to stop the shaking. "Calm down," she whispered to herself, "calm down..."
The night hadn't started off much different than any other. The only child of a single parent Father who went to work sometimes at 3 in the afternoon and didn't get home until the middle of the night, Kathryn had a lot of time to herself.
She also had a lot of freedom, so then her friend Louise called interrupted her quiet night of TV watching by calling to tell her that her parents were out and to tell her to she has to come over Kathryn had simply turned off the TV, and wrote her dad a short note so he knew where she was.
Kathryn slipped on her shoes and walked out the door to Louise's Louise was Kathryn's friend mainly by default. It wasn't that they liked each other. Just because they happen to live a couple of blocks from each other and would walk to school together. In fact Kathryn often couldn't stand Louise and felt like clawing her eyes out.
When Kathryn got to Louise's house, Louise had opened the door and started crying. It didn't take much prodding on Kathryn's part for Louise to tell her that she was crying because her boyfriend, Derek, had just called and broken up with her.
"Over the phone!" Louise had cried, shocked and outraged.
Kathryn had to play the I actually care role and console Louise in this her time of loss.
The girls had gathered together all the junk food in the house, turned on the radio and proceeded to have a several hour snack talking at Kathryn not talking to her. Louise started off putting Derek down and making jokes at his expense. She moved on to gossiping about her friends and her love life, then segued into discussing which guys Louise thought were cute and might make good replacements for Derek. She decided that Rod Lane and Glen Lantz were definitely her top two choices.
While Louise talked, the radio was merely background noise. Still talking at Kathryn not to her.
Only when a particularly good song came on did she pause for a few seconds to listen to it. When the news reports came on, Louise completely ignored them. Even the updates on the string of disappearances and murders of people on Elm Street, One just 20 minutes away.
What did it matter, when it happened way over there?
Louise finally drifted off to sleep around 11:15. Kathryn wasn't surprised. Louise had a tendency to fall asleep at ridiculously early times. That's why Louise rarely did sleepovers. Then at 11:27, according to the radio clock, Kathryn had heard a couple muffled thumps come from hall.
Assuming it was Louise's parents coming in the front door, Kathryn went to the bathroom.
It was when Kathryn was coming out of the second floor bathroom, which was just across the hall from Louise's room, that she first saw The Man. She had been about to step out into the hall, but the sight of him stopped her. He was at the other end of the hall, just reaching the top of the stairs, and was wearing a black pants work boots, black trench coat under it was a red and green sweater and a brown fedora pulled down casting a shadow over his face. He held a crowbar in his left hand on his right was leather metallic glove on four of its fingers were extremely long razors.
Kathryn instinctively ducked back into the bathroom before The Man could see her The first thought that ran through her mind was a curious "That's not Louise's Father..." Then she remembered the reports of The Springwood Slasher murders that she could hardly listen to.
She tried not to scream. She heard the sound of a door squealing as it slowly swung open and assumed that The Man was looking into the first room he reached, which would be Louise's parents' room. This was her chance. She had to wake Louise up and get out of there.
Kathryn took a tentative look out into the hall; saw the back of The Man, who was indeed looking to Mr. and Mrs. Cairo's room, then dove across the hallway, through the open door to Louise's room. Kathryn's bare feet hit the floor of Louise's room running as she hurried over to the bed and started to shake Louise awake.
"Louise," she whispered as quietly as she could, "Louise, wake up!"
Louise snapped awake and looked at Kathryn as if she thought she had lost her mind as she reacted to her rude awakening with a grumpy "What the hell?" in a voice even louder than her normal speaking voice.
"Shh! be quiet!" Kathryn warned as she took a frightened glance back toward the doorway. "We have to get out of here!" Louise sat up to watch Kathryn as she ran over to the window at the back of the room.
This window was right above the roof of the house's back porch, making it the best possible escape route. "What are you doing?" Louise questioned, making no attempt at
Lowering her voice, as she watched Kathryn tug at the bottom of the window, trying unsuccessfully to open it."Be quiet, Louise!" Kathryn whispered harshly as she realized what was stopping the window's opening and unlocked it."There's someone In the house!"
Kathryn shoved the window open wide enough for them to crawl through, then stuck a leg through the opening and began to climb out onto the porch roof. When she had a foot out the window, a foot on Louise's floor and was sitting on the bottom of the window frame, she looked back at Louise, who was now sitting on the end of her bed.
"You shouldn't do that." Louise warned in an uninterested voice. "Come on, Louise, please!" Kathryn pleaded desperately.
The Man had to be coming toward Louise's room by now, especially with Louise talking so loud. He had to have heard her.
"Fine." Louise sighed, standing up and starting to walk toward the window. Satisfied that Louise was following her, Kathryn swung the rest of her body out the window. She slipped as her feet hit the porch roof and fell backwards. Her feet slid along the shingles, their gritty surface tearing into her heels. Her ass hit the rooftop hard, sending a shot of pain up her tail bone. Kathryn groaned in pain as she climbed to her bloody feet, rubbing her tail bone. She looked up at Louise's window to see Louise looking down at her.
"Come on!" Kathryn motioned to Louise to start climbing out. Louise laughed. "You're such a freak. Have fun getting down." With that, Louise shut the window and locked it.
"Louise, no!" Kathryn allowed herself to shout, while inwardly marvelling at what a mean idiot her friend was. Louise stayed at the window, continuing to look down and laugh at Kathryn on the porch roof. That's when Kathryn saw The Man walking up behind Louise, raising the crowbar.
"Louise, look out! Behind you!" Kathryn screamed. Louise might not have been able to hear her, but the look of fear on her face must've made her realize something really was going on. The laughter ended, her face turned serious and curious and she turned around to see what
Kathryn was motioning toward behind her. Louise got turned around just in time to see the crowbar coming down toward her head. It hit just above her forehead. Louise slumped to the floor, unconscious, as a trickle of blood ran down her face.
Kathryn stared up at The Man, frozen in shock. She expected him to spot her and come after her, but he didn't. His full attention was on Louise's unconscious body. As The Man knelt down beside Louise's body and disappeared from Kathryn's sight, Kathryn had to make a decision. Reach up, bang on the window, take The Man's focus off of Louise and onto her, or just make a run for it.
Kathryn ran.
She went to the end of the porch roof and looked down at the ground ten feet below her. Dizziness washed over her and for a moment she felt like she was going to fall. She wasn't good with heights. She reached out, grabbed the side of the house to steady herself and looked up at the night sky. The dizziness quickly passed.
Reassured that she wasn't just going to fall off the roof, Kathryn began looking for the easiest way to get down. She didn't think she could just jump...She spotted the gutter drain running down the side of the house a couple feet from the end of the porch. If she could make herself jump over to the drain, she could hold on to it and slide down to The ground. She looked around for any other options. Seeing none, she stepped up to the very edge of the roof and took a deep breath.
She didn't allow herself to look at the ground again, focusing only on the gutter drain in front of her. She jumped. Kathryn hit the gutter drain, wrapping her hands around it. The sliding plan didn't work out, though, as the drain wasn't fastened to the house very well. The section Kathryn was on tore away from the house, uncoupling a couple feet above her. Kathryn and the gutter drain fell down into the bushes that ran along the side of the house.
Truly surprised to be unhurt after that, Kathryn tossed the gutter drain aside and rolled out of the bushes. She climbed to her feet, brushing herself off. She saw motion off to her side and turned to look through a window into the house. The stairs to the second floor of the house were visible through this window, and on the stairs were The Man and Louise.
Louise was still unconscious and The Man had his arms wrapped under and around her armpits, lifting her upper body as he dragged her down the stairs. Kathryn watched as The Man dragged Louise to the bottom of the stairs, turned and started dragging her through the living room, toward the front door. Kathryn walked along the side of the house, following him, keeping watch through windows.
The Man had gotten Louise just a few feet from the front door when light flooded into the house through the front windows. The Man looked up at the source of the light, and then quickly ducked out of view. Kathryn looked over through the same window The Man looked out to see that the light was coming from the headlights of Louise's Father's car, now parking in front of the garage, on the opposite side of the house from Kathryn.
"Thank God!" Kathryn exclaimed under her breath, hurrying toward the front of the house as Mr. and Mrs. Cairo got out of the car and began walking toward the front door. By the time Kathryn reached the front of the house, Mr. and Mrs. Cairo weren't too far from the front door.
"Stop!" Kathryn screamed, "Don't go in there!"
The scream startled Mr. and Mrs. Cairo and they stopped, looking over at Kathryn, spotting her and recognizing her. "Kathryn?" Mrs. Cairo asked, "What' you doing here?"
As Kathryn started toward them she felt a lump form in her throat. "You can't go in there," she choked, tears starting to run down her face,"What do you mean we can't go in?" Mr. Cairo asked at the same time as his wife asked, They both looked over at the house to see if they could get an idea of what had Kathryn so upset and they did. The front door burst open and The Man came out, crowbar raised high in one hand and his Glove raised.
Mr. Cairo was attacked first.
Before he could react to the sight of The Man rushing toward him, the crowbar was coming down on his head. He fell to the ground. Mr. and Mrs. Cairo were standing so close together that as soon as Mr. Fell, The Man was able to stick
His razors into the stomach of Mrs. Cario
Kathryn hurried back around the side of the house as Mrs. Cairo screamed in pain. Kathryn leaned back against the side of the house, looking up at the sky, praying silently that The Man hadn't heard Her yelling to the Cairos. She remained there, leaning against the house, as she heard the sounds of several more stabbings, Mrs. Cairo screaming, pleading for The Man to stop. Eventually, it all stopped.
After a few seconds of silence, Kathryn peeked around the edge of the house, ready to run, sure that the Man knew where she was and was coming for her now. Instead, she saw that The Man was walking back over to Mr. Cairo's unconscious body. Mrs. Cairo was dead, slumped against the side of the car.
She had sustained many stab wounds before death and there was blood all over her, the side of the car, and the patch of yard that she and The Man had crossed.
Kathryn felt sick.
The Man reached Mr. Cairo's fallen form and keeled down beside him. He grabbed Mr. Cairo's hair with one hand, lifting his head so he could put one of his blade's to his throat.
Kathryn turned away, vomiting. When she looked back around the edge of the house, The Man was standing straight again. He took a couple steps away from Mr. Cairo now-dead/dying body, took a look around the front
Yard, then reached up and pulled his FEDORA off. Kathryn gasped at the sight of The Man's face.
He was her DADDY. Kathryn got dizzy again as her world shattered.
Her body was numb, she couldn't hear anything, she was barely aware of what she was doing as she turned and ran off into the Bushes beside the house. She tripped, she stumbled into a muddy ditch, she cut herself on thorny vines, and broken twigs tore into the soft flesh Of the bottom of her feet, but she never stopped running until she got home.
Fred Krueger knew he had made a mistake. He had wanted to take Louise as one of his victims since the beginning. Hell, it was the frustration of not being able to that had spurred a couple of his attacks on others. But he couldn't do it. She lived too close and, above all, she was one of Kathryn's friends. But tonight he hadn't been able to help himself. And it had been a huge mistake. Of all the nights it was Kathryn was hanging around Louise's. He had seen Kathryn running away from the house and figured that she had probably seen everything. The jig was up. He didn't know how to handle this. There was no nice, acceptable way to tell your daughter sorry for attacking her Friend and killing her family. At least he hadn't killed Louise yet. He had taken her back to the special place he took HIS VICTIMS he wanted to keep for a while. She was safely hidden away there, tied up and secure. Her fate would depend on what happened when he got home.
When he pulled into his driveway, he was surprised that the police weren't already there, waiting for him.
Kathryn had come to a decision. She was still a little shaky, she still felt a little queasy, but she was a lot calmer than she had been. He was her Daddy. The most important person in her life.
If she had a nightmare it was dad she calls for and he would arrive in her room with the reassuring hug always treats her with respect and love. No matter what had happened, no matter what lies she'd told
She loves him.
She couldn't betray him and turn him in.
She couldn't imagine sending her Daddy to prison.
She didn't like what he did, but maybe she could get him to stop. She didn't think he'd ever hurt her... If he did continue to kill people, she didn't want to know about it. Keep it his secret like before, away from her.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Louise was horrible anyway.
Kathryn prepared the coffee machine and switched it on. Her eyes were hanging. Despite her ragged state, her mind still raced. As she waited for the machine, she went upstairs, washed up, brushed her teeth and put on her night clothes.
Fred got of his car and took one last look around before entering his house quickly. He threw his keys on the coffee table and looked up the stairwell. He could hear water being splashed around. He didn't linger in the hallway long and retired to the living room.
A few minutes later, Kathryn returned downstairs, legged and weary. Heading back to the kitchen, she poured herself a coffee and held the sides of the cup tightly, taking in it's warmth. She shivered in her nightie with her feet bouncing off the lino, as she took a seat and sipped.
"SHIT!", she blurted as she burned her lip slightly.
'Wasn't expecting it to be that hot', she thought to herself. She got up to get a glass of water, but stopped in her tracks as she noticed the lamp in the sitting room was on.
Daddy was home! She froze momentarily. Now it was decision time.
'Do I confront him, or do I go to bed and try to forget what I saw?', she thought to herself.
It became instantly clear that the second option, was never going to happen. Taking a deep breath, she started to make strides towards the living room...
MASSIVE MASSIVE THANK YOU TO THE NEW AUTHOR LETME BE YOURJULIET
Without her this would still be on hiatus and I would have never have got my grove back and she has help me so much you wouldn't believe it she is someone to look out for love ya sissie xx She's is up there with Miss Darkness Takes Over!
THERE IS MORE TO COME!