Chapter 21 – Plans are formed.
An hour later, Cat and the men were sitting down for dinner at a small restaurant. Having checked back in the hotel, this time only getting 2 rooms, they had decided that they would have to come up with a plan to defeat this Freddy guy and get him out of their dreams.
"I have to try to go back and see Nana Kate. There is a key here that will be able to help us in this fight. I just know it." Cat had determination written all over her face. "I think as long as I feel safe, I should be able to get there."
Charles was shaking his head, "Cat, we don't know how you are doing it, but what if this man pulls you back to that horrible place. I don't know how much longer you can hold up to his torture."
Jeremy nodded, agreeing. "I can't bear to see you hurting again, Cat"
"It's me he wants. Something about me makes it to where he can invade adults dreams. They make him more powerful. My blood even does it for him. I have to defeat him on my turf, under my rules. Not subjected to his. I agree, I don't know if I will be able to hold out under his torture any longer…but I have to try." Cat was steadily getting more hysterical. She didn't want her friends to die, didn't want anyone else to have to suffer the way she had been suffering. She knew that it would be easier on her to just give up and give in, but she couldn't, and wouldn't, be part and parcel to murder.
"I want you all to take the Hypnocil tonight, watch me closely. If you see that I am not sleeping peacefully, then wake me up." Cat layed her hand on Jeremy's arm.
"And what if you phase into the dreams again, Cat?" Jeremy looked concerned. "If I can't dream, I can't rescue you."
"My knight in shiny armour, Huh?" Cat chuckled. "If he takes me, then he takes me. That may be the only way guys."
Charles sat there, speechless. To let his girlfriends best friend risk herself for people that she barely knew, now there was a woman. She was perfect for Jeremy, why did things have to be this way, he thought.
They sat there for a few more hours, talking, and planning. Cat got her affairs in order, and after making sure that Charles had his Hypnocil in hand, she excused herself to her room, Jeremy quickly following. Charles shook his head, tossed the Hypnocil in the trash as he walked to his room, and readied himself for bed. He was not going to let her do this, he was going to go in and kill the fucker himself.