Disclaimer: I only own Heather Dunbar

(Total Insanity sparked my genius behind this chapter! Enjoy, Dokken and Pam Voorhees were added in for PerformanceklokDethklok's own interest...)

Heather shivered slightly pressing further against the seat of the truck to keep from screaming.

He was right...This was a little bit painful.

Freddy noticed, nothing about Heather went un-noticed to him.

"Maybe, we should just stop now."

Heather's lips were pressed tightly closed to keep from screaming.

She regained composer after a second.

"What did you and Loretta do together?" She asked distracting herself focusing completely on the question at hand.

Freddy's body kept it's steady rhythmic movement.

Heather exhaled slowly, wrapping her arms around Freddy's neck.

"We did a lot of things, but the thing we did most...isn't quite something I'm proud of."

He answered, before kissing her arm.

Anywhere his lips touched there was a muscle spasm...her stomach was in knots as it was, pleasantly in knots.

"It can't be that bad." Heather admonished.

"Abuse isn't bad?"

Heather shivered, realizing how extremely vunerable she was at the moment.

Freddy cackled again evily, studying Heather's figure hungrily.

"Damn, Bitch...Where have you been all my life?"

Heather pushed him off her, grabbing her shirt from the floor mat, and quickly getting dressed.

Freddy sat quietly in the passenger seat watching, mezmerized by the way Heather's fingers re-did the buttons on her shirt.

He looked up sharply, her eyes hardened to a topaz color.

"So, you find it amusing that you intentionally hurt another person, your own wife, just to prove you could?"

Freddy glared angrily at Heather.

"Of course not! That's a terrible thing to say...You don't even understand the situation I was in."

"Prove it! Tell one time you abused her like a cold-blooded monster, with out laughing then." Heather angrily shot back.

Freddy reminised for about twenty minutes before finding a suitable answer for Heather.

"Once, when Katherine was about...two?...maybe..., I caught Loretta talking to Charles Bradwin.

He constantly antagonized me at school as a child...'Son of a hundred maniacs, son of a hundred maniacs!' They'd chant. Charles always in the lead..."

Freddy waved his ungloved hand as if he were waving away the memory.

"At any rate, She was just standing there discussing the weather with him while I stood back and watched. He liked Loretta and to be blunt, I was afraid to lose her to him, so to make sure she wouldn't repeat her mistake, I beat the hell out of her with my leather belt...Like that bastard did to me. Gave her...her medicine, if you will."

Freddy hung his head trying to hide a slight grin that was spreading across his face.

Heather slapped him, the pain in his jaw alerted him that he was a regular man again.

He grabbed her arm instinctively, squeezing as tightly as he could.

She smacked him with the other hand, he grabbed this one as well.

After fumbling around in the glove compartment he found a lengh of rope.

He worked the rope around her wrists, tying them together roughly.

Pulling a pair of handcuffs from behind the seat he locked one side to the steering wheel and the other around the ropes, therefore, locking Heather's arms above her head.

Freddy caressed the right side of her face as she cried bitterly.

"So sorry princess."

He ripped her shirt open, popping the buttons off completely, next went his sweater.

After which everything else came off.

Heather screamed for help, and after covering his ears to think, Freddy grabbed a rag from the glove compartment as well, making a gag.

Heather struggled, screaming silently, and crying buckets.

Freddy was growing more excited.

Heather flinched as Freddy's body smacked onto her petite frame.

A tremer of hurt and pain wracked through her body, physically and emotionally.

How could he do this?

This was pointless...For no reason other than to show he was stronger and could knock her around.

There was no love behind this as there had been nine months before, it was sickening to think of how this change came over Freddy.

He was so different now...

It took Heather a moment to fully realize that the crushing weight of his body wasn't slamming into hers.

She looked up.

Freddy was pulling on his sweater for the third time that night, and lighting a cigerette.

He took a drag, and turned to Heather.

"Is it hot in here or what?" He asked causually braking the silence.

Heather felt sweat dripping from her body.

It was disgusting.

Her hair was matted to her head...

All she wanted was a shower right now.

Shampoo, Conditioner, and Freddy...even now all she ached for was his love.

The kind they shared before her pregnancy.

Her eyelids fluttered...she was so tired...

Freddy glanced down at her, wiping the sweat from her eyes, and letting the cigerette dangle from between his lips.

"Is it hot or what?" He repeated hitting Heather in the face.

She cried nodding yes.

Freddy grinned.

"Then there's only one thing left to say for tonight..."

Heather shifted uncomfortably under him.

"Burn bitch, burn!" He exclaimed gleefully putting out the cigerette on her bare flesh.

She screamed loudly in agony, as the heat dug into her stomach's soft tissue.

He abruptly stopped, and stepped out of the truck looking back in at the girl stuck to the steering wheel.

He climbed back in and undid the gag.

Freddy kissed Heather gently on the head.

"I love you and I only want what's best for you...To take care of you, to protect you...okay?"

Heather trembled.

"Yes, Freddy. I love you too. Thank you for protecting me, and taking care of me." Heather choked.

Freddy slapped her in the mouth.

"And no kiss?! That's all you've wanted all evening though..." Freddy teased cruely.

Heather's body was wracked with sobs.

She looked up praying to find a way to make him stop attacking her.

Heather leaned up to kiss him, and he pulled away smirking.

"You've missed your chance for the night."

With that he jumped from the truck, landing heavily on his feet, and slammed the door behind him.

The chill of the truck set into her bones.

Freddy meant to keep her there until tomorrow night.

She prayed to make it to daylight for someone to find her...to save her from the hell that had become her life.

~In Camp Crystal Lake

Pamela Voorhees stirred in her sleep.

The images of a scared girl stuck in a red Chevy truck fresh in her mind, as she sat bolt upright in bed.

Jason was still in a fitful sleep on the couch.

Pam got out of bed trying to stay quiet.

A floor board squeaked and Jason was alert, machete in hand.

"Jason...Mommy's special, special boy...I just had a bad dream and was going to get some coffee from downstairs."

Jason was alert.

'Dream?'

That meant Krueger.

Jason pleaded with his mother to tell him more.

She sighed reluctantly, sinking down on the end of the bed and beckoning Jason to do the same.

"This man was...doing horrible things to this girl, Jason...Something that happened to me a very long time ago. She was a pretty little thing with long brown hair, and eyes to match...She was stuck in a red Chevy truck, with the lisence plate: K-R-G-R on it...It was very strange."

Jason jumped up startling his Mother from her retelling.

"Jason?!"

He beckoned her to follow him.

Racing to the phone he dialed Robert's number.

Pinhead answered.

"Hello?"

Jason exhaled: Should he do this?

"Hello?! I'm hanging up now."

Jason decided.

"Elliot? It's me Jason, I think Freddy raped Heather, and she's stuck at the house."

Pamela Voorhees was speechless.

Jason took in the expression on her face.

"Don't stun yourself into silence, we have a situation on hand."

Robert came over the phone.

"How do you know?"

Jason glanced at Pam.

"Mom had a dream, and I'll bet you twenty dollars Krueger is behind it."

Everyone was silent momentarily.

"We'll be right over!" Pinhead yelled into the phone.

Jason hung up the phone and turned to his mother.

"Grab your coat and a change of clothes from the councelor's cabins...Heather's in trouble."

Pam did as instructed in stoney silence of rejoicing.

Her baby wasn't mentally incapable after all.

Something stabbed at her heart.

That meant he wasn't as reliant on her as she had thought.

She rummaged through the clothes trying to pick something tasteful, finally pairing dark stone washed jeans, with a hot pink Dokken shirt signed by Don himself.

It had the song 'Dream Warriors' printed on the back.

Pam smiled looking down at the shirt.

So many memories connected to it...

She quickly met Jason by the lake.

"Mommy?"

"Yes baby?" Pam answered smiling.

"I love you and I'll always need you...okay?" Jason asked, turning to look at his mother.

Pam was overjoyed.

"I do now."

Mother and son hugged one another staring across the lake that nearly ended their bond.

Thank god they weren't quitters and had fought to the end to stay together.

Things were meant to be that way...Put that way by the deciding hand of nature...and the Voorhees knew you couldn't go against nature, as they stared into the dirty depths of the lake.