Chapter Ten: Bad Dreams

Ratchet had to do a little bit more thinking, in his quarters, after reading the letters that Courtney sent Sasha. He, like everyone else, had no idea that Courtney was really Sasha's sister. He wondered how that could be. He fought her sister, and nearly killed her. He wondered why Sasha was so okay with this. He wondered why she was not sad, or at least a little bit concerned, about her sister, as if her sister was meaningless to her. Ratchet hoped the courts dismissed the letters as hearsay, except for one point which made him think before completely disregarding the letters as evidence. It was Lawrence who saved his life, but that didn't make sense to Ratchet. That either had to be a lie, which Ratchet knew it wasn't, or Courtney was telling the truth. If Lawrence was really on Nefarious' side, then he would not have saved him. Ratchet was extremely confused. The letter just hit Ratchet from out of nowhere, and made him so confused, he grew to have a headache. "I need to visit Sasha," he finally said to himself.

The President just left, immediately, after Ratchet was done reading the letters. He was livid that everyone was ganging up on his daughter. The only person he wasn't mad at was Clank. Clank's apology had mended the fence, and Roger was fine with Clank just assuming his daughter had gone crazy. He just didn't want her character doubted so easily.

Roger decided to phone up Samantha, and tell her that he really has two daughters, and about the letters. He remembered his promise to Sasha, that he'd start letting everyone know that Courtney was his DNA. He had to eventually explain to everyone that his ex-wife was a robot. He got one daughter who was his species, and another daughter, who was almost a metallic copy of her mom. He came back the next day to explain this to everybody on the Phoenix, and then he broadcasted it, on live holovision.

The day after Ratchet came to the prison facility with the Galactic President, Ratchet went back there to visit with Sasha. He needed to ask her about the letters, he was so confused, and as much as he didn't really want to see her, he had to. "Ratchet, is it true you think I'd try to murder you?!" said Sasha, angry as anything.

"Yes, it is. I don't want to believe it, Sasha, but the facts I'm faced with leave me no choice. However, I think that I may be able to believe your story. I have heard what it is, but I wasn't willing to buy it, until I read these," said Ratchet as he handed Sasha Courtney's letters. "I want you to explain to me your side of everything that happened the night of my attempted murder."

"How could you think I'd do that to you?"

"I already told you that. Now tell me your side of the story, please."

"No...No, I will not. You had your chance to believe me, Ratchet; you don't get a second one. You knew about the dreams! How could you possibly attribute what happened to you to me? You know, full well, who did that to you! Even my dad believes me, and he didn't even have the bloody dreams! You're pathetic, and I refuse to talk to you. I will NEVER forgive you for doubting me, Ratchet, never. Go away!"

"Look, I'm prepared to believe you now, Sasha, but I need to know what happened."

"What the heck, you know full well what happened. Who cut you up, huh? Who? Who did that to you? Who mutilated your body? For once in your lifetime, use your brain! Was it me, Ratchet? Did you see me doing that to you? Well? Who was it? I think I've made my point clear, now fuck off! I never wish to see you again, Ratchet."

"Sasha..."

"You didn't even want to visit me, did you? You certainly took long enough. What, suddenly, made you come here to talk to me, huh? Is my dad threatening you? Why are you even here?"

"I've come here on my own will because I want to hear, from you, what took place."

"Whatever, it's not even a matter of believing, Ratchet. It's a matter of memory. It clearly was not me killing you, was it, THINK!"

"I was dreaming! I could've incorporated what you were doing to me in my dreams. I am a heavy sleeper, Sasha. I would've never dreamed that it would be you to do something like this, but then I thought I had to face reality, until I read those letters. You're right; I didn't want to come here today, because I didn't want to face you! For all I know, your fucking sister could be using how I was revived, to make you look better to the courts! I guess you are really no different from your sister, are you, princess? If you're not prepared to give me straight answers, fuck you, because then I'll know you're up to something!"

"Go away; I never want to talk to you again. What happened is exactly how you know; that thing tried to kill you. You think it was me, and I'll never be able to move past that. This relationship is over, thanks to your doubts about who I am as a person."

"Excuse me? This relationship ended when you tried to murder me, you little..."

"GET OUT!" hissed Sasha.

"I'm not going anywhere, lady. Where's the engagement ring you owe me back?"

"Ask the guards, idiot. I guess you weren't born with a brain. They take all your personal belongings in jail, smart one!"

"Oh, really, they do? I'm not as familiar with jail as you are; I'm not a fucking criminal." Ratchet was about to call Sasha the B word, but he stormed off and muttered it under his breath, so Sasha couldn't hear him. On his way out, he asked one of the prison guards for his engagement ring and they gave the ring to him.

Sasha sat in her cell and cried, until she finally fell asleep. She had never been more sad or upset in her entire life, and she had been through quite some things. Ratchet dumping her over something that wasn't her fault, leaving her when she needed him the most, topped all the pain she had ever been through, though. She truly loved Ratchet, and this broke her heart. This was the beginning of Sasha's torture, all planned by Freddy. He knew that Ratchet was still barely alive when he left him on the hotel room floor.

Freddy learned that Ratchet doesn't believe in "fairy-tales." An un-dead evil man, who can kill you in your dreams, in Ratchet's mind, is a fairy-tale; Freddy knew this. This is why he didn't kill him, but he made it look like he did. Not only was Sasha in pain, but Ratchet was in needless pain. His heart was broken too, because he truly thought that Sasha had tried to murder him. He still loved Sasha, but was hurting over a false accusation that he thought he had no choice but to believe, even though he didn't want to. Freddy was killing two birds with one stone.

After Sasha fell asleep Freddy had finally decided that he'd had enough fun, and that it was time to really fulfill the dirty deed he was sent for. He figured he'd start with Sasha, since she was right there, sleeping. He'd get Ratchet later, not exactly in order of priority, but he didn't really care, at this point. His masters wouldn't care, as long as he did kill Ratchet, eventually.

It was 12:00 midnight, and Sasha was sound asleep, but it didn't take her long to enter the R.E.M sleep stage, perfect for Krueger. Sasha "woke up" (She was, of course, dreaming. She appeared to be tucked in, under the blankets of her cot, sleeping soundly, and, ironically, looked like she was in peace.), and noticed that the door to her cell was, mysteriously, wide open. It was eerily quiet. Sasha got out of bed to see what was going on, and why her cell door was open.

When she exited the jail-cell, the door swung shut, with a loud bang, and locked, locking her out of her cell. "What...?" muttered Sasha to herself. She was worried that she'd get in trouble if caught outside of her cell, so she yelled, "I swear I have no clue why I am out of my cell; I must've sleepwalked! I am now outside, can somebody please let me back in? I don't want to get in trouble, please? Guard, let me in." (Sasha wasn't making a sound in her sleep. Freddy didn't want her sleep-talking, as he did not want her woken by a guard.) Nobody answered her, so she went to seek out a guard. As she passed other prisoner's cells, she noticed that they were empty, and the beds were not disturbed. She knew that there were prisoners in those cells when she went to sleep. "What...?" muttered Sasha, to herself, again. "What's going on? Is there anybody here?" There was no answer. The entire prison facility felt and looked like an abandoned asylum. It was very dark, and the more she looked for somebody, the more eerily quiet the whole place became.

Randomly, out of nowhere, when Sasha was walking, aimlessly, trying to find somebody, there was a cackling noise. It was a shrill, high, nails-on-chalkboard sounding cackle. Sasha had to cover her ears. "Who's there?!" shrieked Sasha, in terror.

"Hey, Sasha," said Demon One. "I've always had a thing for you, you know."

"Who the hell are you? Are you a prisoner? If so, what are you doing in the women's facility? Can you, please, tell me what's going on, without being creepy, thanks. I don't even know you."

"You might not know me, but I sure as Hell know you," said Demon One as he winked, and gave Sasha a creepy, evil grin.

"Ew, stop, please. I just want to know what the heck is going on here. I didn't get the memo, obviously. Where are the prisoners and where are all the guards?"

"They're not here, sunshine, so that means I get to do whatever I want with you," said Demon Two as he groped her breasts.

"Where did you come from? WHAT are you DOING!?" shrieked Sasha as she was violated. Sasha, then, proceeded to punch Demon Two in the face.

"How dare you strike my master, whore!" yelled Freddy Krueger, who suddenly emerged from the creepy darkness.

"I think this bitch needs to be taught who's boss," said Demon Three, with a creepy look on his face. "Let's fuck her; we'll each take turns. Freddy, do your work," growled Demon Three with a sick pleasure evident in his voice.

"GET over here, BITCH!" yelled Freddy as he pulled Sasha close to him, and proceeded to force her jail-shirt off.

"STOP; WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? SOMEBODY HELP ME! I'M BEING RAPED!" Sasha was really silent, and nobody could wake her if they tried. Freddy was disabling her ability to wake up, just like he planned.

"Nobody can hear you, little bitch. I'm going to make you just like your precious sister. Nefarious can have that bitch, but we're having you! I've always had more of a thing for organics."

"STOP PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS, I BEG YOU, PLEASE!" In reality, Sasha was squirming a little, but not enough for anyone to take notice.

"Either shut the fuck up or die." said Demon Three as he magically made all of Sasha's clothing disappear from her body. Her humiliation made Demon Three aroused with lust. Demon Three smirked at Sasha, and then said, "I get first dibs on the bitch. I'm the boss, after all." Demon Three raped her, then Demon Two, then Demon One and finally Freddy Krueger. They left her sex mutilated, and the rest of her body bruised. She was bleeding heavily out of her sex, as Freddy made a point to cut her there, as well as leaving a few scratches on the rest of her body.

"You're going to need a super absorbent pad to absorb all that, bitch, hahaha," said Freddy Krueger when he and his three masters were finally done with her. After that they let her wake up.

The next day, Courtney came to visit with Sasha to ask about how she took the letters. "Hey Sasha, how have you been? What I really mean to ask about is how you've been holding up?" When Sasha just stayed in the fetal position, in the corner of her cell, silent, Courtney asked, "What's wrong, what happened?" Sasha lifted her head, and looked straight into Courtney's yellow eyes. Courtney could tell she'd been sobbing bitterly.

"I was raped," said Sasha in a weak, almost, whisper.

Courtney's eyes widened to maximum capacity, "BY WHO?!"

"He got me."

"WHO got you?"

"FREDDY KRUEGER, the man you mentioned in your letter, who else?"

"Oh, Sasha!" said Courtney as she hugged her sister tight. "I know what that's like. I've been through it myself, and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, let alone my own sister. Oh my, you poor thing! I wish I could stay with you in this cell, and be your cell-mate. I hate to think of you here all alone; a sitting duck for that CREATURE!" said Courtney as she proceeded to squeeze her sister, in an effort to comfort her as best she could.

"It wasn't just Freddy, either."

Courtney stopped hugging her, looked straight into Sasha's blue eyes and said, "I want you to tell me everything that happened, from beginning to end."

"Okay, well I dreamed that the prison was empty; there was literally nobody anywhere in sight. It reminded me of an abandoned asylum. When I finally found somebody it turned out to be Freddy and three other…things. They all took their turn raping me. I was raped four times, by four different demons, and then I woke up. They didn't just rape me; they mutilated my…area…in the process. I told a guard, and she laughed, but I showed her my...certain wounds...and she bandaged me. Then I curled into a ball, and I haven't been out of it since."

Courtney even started to cry for her sister. "Oh, Sasha, I am so sorry this happened to you! All I can tell you is what I told you in the letters. Don't give in to the fear. What I can add to that is don't let him lure you into any more traps! If something seems not right, like the prison being abandoned, it is Freddy. Don't play into his hands. Ignore weird happenings, as hard as that may be to do, you must!"

"I'm scared, and upset. Ratchet thinks I tried to kill him. He's abandoned me when I need him the most and I will never forgive him for that. You and my dad are all I've got right now. You better not betray my trust, Courtney. Do you swear everything in both the letters is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

"Of course I do."

"So you're not on Nefarious' side? He really did do all those things to you? You're not making up a sob story to win my trust, so you can betray me again?"

"I'm on your side, Sasha, I promise. I've never been more sincere about anything."

"You're going to have to earn my trust. Just because I'm at my most vulnerable doesn't mean I'm going to let my guard down, not for a millisecond, you understand me?"

"I do, and I'm willing to earn your trust. Heck I'm grateful you're even giving me a chance at all. That makes you the best sister. Anyways, I have to be leaving now; I think my visitation is almost up. I'll visit as often as I can."

"Okay, Courtney, bye, OH WAIT!"

"What, sis?"

"Our father says to say sorry to you. He wants to acknowledge you as his daughter, because he cares. He wanted me to tell you that he truly is sorry. He read the letters, eh."

"He did?"

"Yes, he did, do you accept his apology?"

"Apologies are hard to accept when they aren't made in person. Gosh knows I need a second chance, from you, no doubt. For that reason I'd be quite willing to forgive him if he'd apologize in person, and I'd love it if he, finally, acknowledges me as his blood. I said I didn't once, but I didn't mean it, I was a kid."

"I know that's why I told him to smarten up and acknowledge you."

"Thank you, Sasha.

"You're welcome...sis. Bye."

"Goodbye, Sasha, the best sister ever," said Courtney as she left.