Where the hell was she now? Some kind of basement, musty air and garbage gave it away. She'd seen several instances where someone thought Freddy was dead, but no, he always came back. She'd seen just about everything from Nancy to Jesse, back to Nancy, she'd seen a shy little girl become kick ass warrior.
She'd witnessed a little boy free himself from Freddy, and save his mother, the same kick ass warrior from before. Anne was going through his entire life, and how many more times this would happen, she wasn't sure. Why the hell was she here? Was this what happened when you slept during the day, or is this because she was sick.
Damn, she'd zoned out completely, the last thing she remembered was watching Freddy holding on to his daughters neck. She'd seen things go horribly wrong, and she wondered if Freddy even really cared that this was the daughter he hadn't seen in years, or if he was just using her.
Now here he was pulling knives and crowbars out of his body, Katherine held his glove in her hand carefully as if it would attack her itself, he encouraged her to put it on, as if she would suddenly give up and forgive him for killing her friends, like she'd just join him.
That wasn't his intent at all, Anne could see it in his eyes there was a different plan in there. Turning it upside down so the inside was facing her, he was smiling to himself as she actually slipped her hand inside. "Feels good doesn't it?" He panted softly.
She examined her hand, admiring herself in the knives. Freddy leaned his head against the column he was half stuck to, "Come on, let your daddy show you how to use it." he prompted looking oh so promising to his daughter which he wanted to double cross.
She felt the cold metal knives against her hand, no she didn't need his help. She extended the knives apart, and readied to use them, she could see that Freddy knew her intent by the way his eyes widened. She stalked slowly toward him, as he shook his head pleadingly and whispered no.
To late. She'd dug the knives into his stomach and pushed them in as he lightly cried out in pain. Damn he was in the real world, it actually hurt. "Maggie!" Katherine's adopted name was shouted, she turned around a blond with wrapped hands was ushering a lit pipe bomb at her.
She shoved it into his chest, penetrating the skin "Happy fathers day," Katherine whispered, than kissed him lightly on the cheek and rushed toward the door. Anne ever so lightly felt her rushed past, she actually felt her as the strings from her sweater brushed her arm.
Anne's parents sat at the table worried to death about their sickly daughter laying in bed upstairs, So deep in thought, they barely heard the doorbell ring. Barely. Her mother slowly answered the door with a fake smile, trying to be pleasant to the company.
If only that company hadn't been two police officers, both male both tall one slim the other slightly chunky. They didn't look happy the slightest bit. Why did it have to be barely, why couldn't it be completely?
It gave her an idea, a crazy idea she'd forever regret, if she could feel Katherine does that mean she could grab hold of real objects, such as the pipe bomb? Without a second to actually think of why she was being such an idiot, Anne raced over to Krueger, and wrapped her hands around the short stub still sticking out of her chest, knowing she didn't have long.
"Yes my daughter is upstairs in bed." Her mother complied without asking what it was about, easily in her mind this was about Julie's car, they felt that Anne was part of it considering her mother had seen on the news yesterday that, a friend of the crash victim came to see her and they felt she with held information.
Krueger reached up and grabbed her arm violently, was he actually touching her, that meant he could see her right? She looked at him with a deathly scared face, this was the real world what would happen if he blew up. (A/N she forgot this was a memory and that he comes back.)
Anne's mother lead the two men up the stair case, unsure of if her daughter was awake or not. Actually what she didn't know Is that Anne was going to be waking up shortly.
Than he did the unexpected, he pushed her out of the way with all he might, and she could see the fuse shrinking to a very small length. With a final breath Krueger opened his mouth "Kids." Anne's arms shielded her face as the explosion expanded, What couldn't be covered by her vertical arms was covered by a crate that suffered from the blast. "No!"
Anne's Mother was right outside her door with the Police officers when Anne's scream sounded. Like a good parent, Anne's mother burst in the room looking for any signs that might cause her dear daughter to scream, especially in her current vulnerable state.
Anne sat up I bed screaming while her mother burst in the door followed by two officers, she panted heavily, and felt at ease when she remembered that was the past, and that he was still alive. But if it was the past, how did he touch her, and push her back?
"Anne darling are you ok? What's wrong? how do you feel?" The questions bombarded the teen, who still breathing heavily took note of the time, 3:16pm. God had she really been out that long, she went to sleep early yesterday, the soup and tea still on her bed side table. Cold.
One officer stepped forward, and she just noticed they were there, "Why in bed so late miss?" the slim one asked as he crossed his arms, Anne was confused as to why they were there, but gathered her breath as calmly as a girl who just had the worst memory could.
"Because I'm, sick" She took into account that her head no longer pounded, and her throat didn't feel like a scratching post. "I'm not sick," She tested her voice, giving it a second to see if her voice would swell again, "I'm better?" It was stated as if it were a question, and to Anne it was, did that mean that the memories were over?
They raised an eye at her, not quiet understanding why she was asking questions about her own personal health. "Mom, why are there police in my room?" Her voice gained a bit of fear, she suspected the worse, something happened to Julie.
Before her mother could speak the chunky policeman intervened. "We have some questions we'd like to ask you, and we're going to have to ask you come down to the station." His voice was calm but still in control, like he was trying to order a suspect who wasn't obeying his commands.
"Sir what's this about?" Her mother asked finally realizing this wasn't about her attachment to Julie's car incident.
"We got an anonymous tip saying Anne, was in a fight with both Sam, and Mark the day before each death." The portly one stated as he pulled the coverers off Anne and pulled her to her feet. That really pissed of her mother, she stepped forward and detached the officer from her.
Anne stood behind her mother and pretended to look scared and innocent, which she'd become intently well at. "Now hold your damn horses, I check on my daughter every night as well as my husband, and she's never once left this room after 10."
One cop looked down at her with an intrigued eye, like she'd said something blamer her more so. "Why do you have to check on her, has she had an issue with sneaking out before?" The other smiled to himself knowing they now had something on her.
"Never, Anne has had a hard time sleeping, and as you just witnessed she's having increasing nightmares. I just want to make sure she's ok." Her mother pointed out trying to mask the pissed off tone under a smart ass tone, it might not get her anywhere, but hell she'd like to smack this cop upside the head, and a smart ass tone was as close as she could get.
"Nightmares? Ah shit, Nightmares about what, a man?" the slimmer one asked with a disgruntled face, Anne tried not to smile aloud as a plan formed in her head to get her off the hook. "Yeah, a man. With horrible skin, and an awful grin."
The cops looked terrified at each other, at first it might seem pretty obvious who she was talking about. "And his hands, so sharp." She pretended to shiver as her mother tried to figure out what the hell was going on, "The long sharp nails." That's when the first cop shifted his look
"I think those are knives." He stated in a matter of fact tone, Anne pretended to be confused, "They aren't that sharp." Now everyone besides Anne was confused as to what she was talking about.
"Ok, um back to his burned skin-" Anne cut him off,
"Burned? No it's wrinkly, and his toothless grin." Anne's lie shifted and her mother thought she came to realization with what was going on, She knew what she meant, long sharp nails, wrinkled skin and a toothless grin. Yeah her mother seemed to be caught up.
She looked at her daughter and hugged her "You idiots, she's talking about her grandfather this is his death anniversary, he died when she was little, so I doubt she knows who it is." Perfect. If her mother got it, maybe the cops would too. She wasn't going to rat out Freddy.
Why wouldn't she rat him out? Why'd she try to pull the pipe bomb out of his chest? Why'd she scream when he blew up. Why'd she keep the broken glass she always saw his face in? Why'd she wear the necklace that cursed her? Why'd she feel pain when she watched his defeats? Why'd she feel jealousy when someone else kissed his cheek, even if it was his daughter?
Holy Shit, she really was falling for him, that why. At that moment, every tiny bit of fear that she'd lost in him returned. She felt afraid and alone, she wanted to cry her eyes out. Because what ever happened to him could now get to her, what ever he did, he had this over her. Damn.