Katherine grinned with an evil happiness as she entered her aunt and uncle's dreams, both of them looking around in shock at what was happening.
Lillian's face, stricken with fear, made Katherine's heart swell with pride, "W-What's going on?"
Harvey looked angry, unsure of what he was dreaming of, "A boiler room!"
The young woman glared at him, taking her knife out of her boot and dragging it along the pipes, making the hallway fill with the shrill sound.
"AH!" Harvey covered his ears as his eyes clenched shut, giving Katherine the opporitunity to grab Lillian by her hair, yanking her down to the ground before slitting her wrists and beginning to choke her.
"Die, bitch," Katherine growled through gritted teeth as Lillian gave one last choke of breath before falling limp.
Harvey watched in horror, "LILLIAN! Oh my-oh my God what have you done?"
Katherine stood, keeping the hat tilted low over her face, "One, two guess who's comin' for you," she sang low and ominously.
He looked at her in shock, "It-It can't be! Yo-You're dead!"
She glared at him, her hat blocking his view of her anger-filled eyes, "You made my life Hell from the very moment I set foot in your house. And you ruined my life, you helped kill him."
"Kill who?" he questioned, mortified at what was happening.
"You helped kill my dad!" she growled angrily.
Harvey laughed, "That monster deserved it! He killed your mother and God only knows what he did to you!"
"NOT A DAMN THING!" she yelled, throwing her knife at him, the blade landing in his chest. Katherine watched him crumple to the ground, striding over before pressing a boot-clad foot onto his stomach, leering over him angrily, "My dad never, never, touched me or my mother. She was killed by someone else. But you...you murdered my dad in cold blood. And you deserve what you're about to get," she pulled her knife from his chest slowly, causing him more pain, before sliding the blade torturously slow across his chest four times, "hope you like Hell, fire seems to be something you enjoy," she slashed his throat, blood staining her hands, face, and shirt. After she was sure they were both dead, Katherine stood, walking out of their dreams and back into the small room, a satisfied look in her eye but something was wrong; something was missing.
Freddy looked at her, "What is it, sweetheart?"
Her piercing eyes looked at him, "They're dead."
"But?"
"Something's missing. I don't feel like it's over."
He stood, walking over to her, "There are still two people out there who had a hand in this."
Katherine froze: Quentin and Nancy. Her heart was torn in two, for this was making her choose between her dad and her friends, but it was a decision that she would have to make eventually. "Gimme an a hour or two," she turned and walked back out of the room.
Freddy sighed, "I was hoping I never had to show you this, but you leave me no choice, Kathy," he focused hard on a memory, a memory that had haunted him for twelve years, the memory that had been the beginning of all of his anger and pain: the day he was murdered.
Katherine was unsure of where she was, her eyes processing it as an abandoned factory. The cold wind blew against her skin, her ears pricking up at the sound of running feet and rolling tires. She turned to see a man running down the dirt road, several cars chasing him; her eyes growing wide when she recognized the man as her father, but something else caught her eye: Quentin was seeing this too. His eyes locked on her, "Kathy?"
She turned, running after her dad and the cars, finding they had cornered him into an abandoned room in the factory. He shut the door, Katherine walking through it as if it were never there. She could hear the people getting out of their cars, "Krueger! Come out here you sick bastard!"
Her dad was mortified, his face filled with fear, "What do you think I did? I didn't do anything!"
Katherine heard a familiar voice, "We shouldn't be doing this, Harvey." Her blue eyes glowed angrily; her aunt and uncle were among these people.
She could hear the open and close of a trunk, then silence as she watched her dad search for a way out. Suddenly, there was a crash, and a flaming canteen of gasoline smashed through the window, landing on the floor and setting everything ablaze. Katherine could see the terror in her dad's eyes, watching the flames grow closer, until finally they reached his feet. His agonized screams filled her ears, tearing off his coat to reveal the red and green Christmas sweater she knew so well, her eyes filling to the brim with tears. She watched helplessly as her dad was burned alive, the room then exploding, causing Katherine to rush back into the room, slamming the door behind her and bursting into sobs, "Oh God! Oh-oh-oh God!" she covered her mouth with her hands, tears pouring down her face.
Freddy rushed over to her, throwing his arms around her, "Ssssh, I'm here."
Katherine clung to him, his sweater smelling of the smoke from the factory,"I-I saw..." she sobbed, words unable to be spoken.
He nodded, "I know, sweetheart. I know," he hugged her close, smoothing her curls back as she choked out sobs of anger and sadness.
Quentin had seen everything: how his dad and other parents, including Katherine's aunt and uncle, had burned Krueger alive, he'd seen Katherine, standing on the side of the road, watching as he did. It was a shock to him, how he could see her and she could see him, as real as Freddy's nightmares themselves. He and Nancy had only one option to stop it: drag Krueger into the real world and kill him once and for all. They'd found Badham Preschool, and were now sitting in the room that he'd claimed never existed, that he claimed never to have created to torture the students. Everything he'd said, everything Katherine knew, was a lie. He wasn't after them because they'd lied about what he'd done, he was after them because they'd told the truth.
Nancy sat on the bed with Quentin, shaking out of fear. She was going to have to drag Freddy out of her dreams, and it wasn't going to be easy, especially with Katherine. She sighed, "Wake me if you see me struggle."
He nodded, looking into her chocolate brown eyes, his lips pressing against hers slowly, "I'll be here," he watched as she laid back against the bed, her eyes closing before she drifted off to sleep. Quentin saw a paper cutting machine, breaking off the blade he sat in the corner of the room, watching her.
Katherine stared in anger; her heart breaking at the sight she'd just witnessed. They'd kissed; her two best friends had kissed. She thought Quentin had loved her, she thought that they were going to get away from Springwood, but it seemed all of that was bullshit. She was undead, and he was off hooking up with Nancy. Katherine growled, looking at her dad just as Quentin fell asleep, "I want him."
Freddy nodded, "You can have him," he walked off, searching for Nancy.
The young woman stalked the halls of the boiler room, her eyes darting around, looking for Quentin. He would pay; he would pay for what he'd done, and so would Nancy. She pulled her knife from her boot, stalking up behind him and grabbing him by his hair, slamming him against the pipes, "I'm not even dead two weeks and you're already sucking face with your other best friend? What was I to you, Quentin? Huh!"
He looked at her in horror, "Katherine! I-It's not what you'd think!"
"BULLSHIT!" she threw him to the ground, stomping her foot on his chest, "You think you can save her from my dad? Well you're wrong! And you're not gonna survive this, either!"
Quentin looked into her eyes, "Everything you dad's told you is a lie!"
Katherine stopped, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"He killed your mom, he molested the preschool students, he did everything he was accused of! He's been lying to you!"
She shook her head, "Nice try."
Quentin sighed, "You don't believe me? Wake me up and I'll show you!"
Katherine glared at him, decking him in the face and causing him to wake up, pulling her out of his dream and into the room, "This is the room your dad said never existed, and look at these," he tossed pictures of Nancy when she was five at Katherine, the disgusting pictures her dad had taken, "he's been lying to you all along."
The young woman stared at the pictures in horror and disbelief, her hand flying to her mouth as her head shook 'no' fervently, "This isn't happening. This isn't happening."
"It is happening, Kathy, face it. You're dad is a disgusting, child molesting, murderer," Quentin spat, just as Nancy woke up, pulling Freddy with her.
Katherine looked at him, tears of anger and despair in her eyes, "YOU LIED TO ME!"
Freddy looked at her, "Katherine what are you talking about?"
She threw the pictures at him, "YOU LIED ABOUT EVERYTHING! YOU SAID THAT YOU NEVER HURT THE PRESCHOOL KIDS! YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T KILL MOM! YOU LIED TO ME! WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME?" she screamed, her tears rolling down her cheeks.
He took a step forward, "Kathy I didn't..."
"LOOK AROUND! DOES THIS ROOM LOOK LIKE IT'S A NORMAL ENVIRONMENT? YOU MOLESTED ALL OF THOSE KIDS! WHAT'D YOU DO TO ME?" she demanded, wanting to know if that was a lie too.
Quentin looked through another set of pictures, his eyes growing wide, "Kathy."
She turned to him, seeing the pictures in his hands, "Let me see."
Freddy growled at him, "Put those back you little punk!"
"LET ME SEE!" Katherine yelled, grabbing the pictures from Quentin's hands, her stomach churning at the sight of them: there were pictures of her as a young girl, around five years old, disgusting photographs of her and her dad...something she would've never believed. Her piercing eyes looked at him, "You...you molested me, too?" her eyes now burned with fury and disgust, "YOU DID THIS TO ME TOO?" she pulled her knife out, "YOU BASTARD!"
He grabbed her wrists, "KATHY STOP!"
She pushed him against the wall, stabbing him in the chest over and over, "YOU! DID! THIS! TO! ME!"
Nancy took the paper cutting blade from Quentin and held it up, "KATHY!"
The young woman turned to her quickly, a mistake on her part. Freddy shoved his blades right into her chest, causing Katherine to scream out in pain, looking at him in shock, "D-Dad..." he pulled them out, watching his daughter crumple to the floor, dead.
His piercing eyes glared at them, "You made me kill my own daughter."
Nancy growled, "You did that a long time ago!"
Freddy took a step forward, Quentin shoving a piece of glass into his leg, making the man to scream in pain.
"Hurts huh?" Nancy gloated, "Welcome to my world, bitch!" she swung the blade across his neck, Freddy falling to the ground beside Katherine; father and daughter dead once more.
Quentin took a box of matches, setting the entire place on fire, "C'mon, Nancy," the two of them ran out of the preschool building, finding Fire Department, First Aid, and Police surrounding the area as the school burst into flames, no one but the two teenagers knowing who's bodies lay inside. As they rode home in the radio car, Quentin took her hand, "It's over."
Nancy nodded, looking out the window, a set of piercing blue eyes staring back at her, "I'll be back, Nancy."
END
AN: So that's it! Hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think!
