Chapter 5: Slipping Away
An uneasy silence remained in the room, as Katherine stared vacantly at Sandra. A mixture of rage and suspicion clouded her mind as she studied her. How could this woman, whom she had grown so close to over the last five years keep her father's death from her? Slowly, she took a laboured deep breath and watched as Sandra turned towards the doorway.
Max lingered before them and smiled as Sandra addressed him, "Would it be okay if we have some privacy?"
He glanced at Katherine then back to the woman before him and nodded, "Yes, I'll make sure that you aren't interrupted. But you will only be allowed no more than 45 minutes per visitation"
"I understand" Sandra gave a friendly smile. Max nodded quietly then closed the door behind him as he left the room. She turned back to the young woman and her son.
Deep dark brown eyes glared impatiently at her as Katherine crossed her arms against her chest. With a voice, thick with bitterness she asked, "So, what did you know? I want to know everything! No more secrets"
"Let's sit down" Sandra crossed the room towards a small circular table, taking up a seat against the window while Michael and Katherine sat facing her. "I'll explain everything what happened after you and Michael were taken out from the Power Plant"
Katherine leaned back in her chair and fixated her gaze on her, studying her closely, yet her face was set in stone. Grim and simmering with fury. Dark brown eyes scrutinized Sandra's body language, she seemed a little on edge, her hair tied back in loose bun and her attire was in a dark grey suit and white shirt. Her eyes seemed restless, a touch of fatigue marred the skin begin under her eyes. As though bags were starting to form. She felt Michael's cool hand land on her left shoulder, rubbing it gently and then it fell to her hand and broke it away from her chest to entangle with his. She glanced at him giving a weak smile, but quickly returned her unyielding gaze back towards his mother.
"After you and Michael were put into the ambulances, I went with you both to Springwood General Hospital. I made sure that you were both looked after. It was about a few hours later that Donald and Marge Thompson arrived. I demanded to know what had happened, if they had arrested your father. They wanted to speak in private and so we went to my office. It was there that they told me that your father was dead. That they had burned him to death. They were all worried about what would have happened if they didn't go to the power plant, if they had never rescued my son or you, that your father would have continued his killing spree. If not in Springwood, but in another town. The justice system had let them down, so they believed they had every right to take the law into their own hands"
Katherine's right hand reached up to grip the edge of the table, knuckles turning a bright white as her hold tightened sharply. "It still wasn't right. Donald should have arrested him" her voice was low, harsh.
"I understand your frustration and-"
She was interrupted, "No you don't! Because none of you liked him, you all hated my father!"
"You know what your father was Katherine. He was a paedophile, a murderous paedophile!" Sandra reminded her. "They did what was best for their families, for the town"
Katherine sniffled back her tears of grief and nodded at her, gesturing for her to continue.
"They made me promise not to tell anyone. It was imperative that it was kept a secret from our children, from the local press. Even the mayor didn't know about your father's death. He still doesn't from what Donald has told me"
"You mean murder" Katherine rebuked coldly. "They murdered him. It's as simple as that"
Michael threw his mother a disturbed look, slightly perturbed at Katherine's change in attitude towards her father's deathly demise. Was she starting to sympathise with him? Even after everything that vicious bastard had did to her as a child? The sooner his mother began to counsel her, the better it would be for her mental stability. As from what he could perceive from her tone of voice and insolence, she was swaying towards a dark path of dangerous thoughts.
"If you want to call it murder, then yes. They murdered him" Sandra calmly agreed, "I was worried about you at the time. I knew that you would constantly ask about him. So, we all agreed not to tell you. When you first asked about him, I told you that he arrested again. Do you remember that?"
Lifting her right hand from the table, Katherine gingerly rubbed her temple. Trying to think back, to conjure up that memory. It was faded, disjointed. "I vaguely remember something about what you said…" she sighed softly, "I just remember being afraid, nervous about going to the Care Home. I was infuriated that you had taken me from him again"
"It was for your own safety" Sandra held her gaze.
The young woman nodded slowly, but deep down she was still disgusted at the secret that was kept from her, "Did the Care Home know? Did you say anything to Dr Murray?"
"Oh god no, she didn't know about your father's death. Only the parents knew. We wanted to give you the best chance to get through your therapy without any hindrances. You were quite young, at a difficult age during your therapy. You were turning into a teenager, experiencing different emotions and feelings"
"I should have been told, you should have told me when you counselled me two years ago! I opened up to you about everything, about how he was grooming me and touching me! I told you everything! Every little sordid repulsive detail and you just sat there knowing that he was dead! At the end of them summer months, I felt that I could tell you anything. I grew so close to you Sandra" Katherine snapped, a shallow breath erupted from her throat as she sobbed bleakly. Her head stooped forward towards her hands, and she tried to fight back the tears of frustration and anger. But it overpowered her as she muttered breathlessly through her fingers. "I had a right to know then he was dead…"
"You have to trust me Katherine, if I told you it would have set your recovery back. You were just sixteen years old, you were developing feelings, sentiments that were unknown to you when I was counselling you. All this anger and hate towards your father was beginning to stem from our sessions. What do you think would have happened if I told you?" Sandra leaned forward and reached over to grab her right hand away from her face.
"I don't know…" Katherine gradually shook her head in confusion as she averted her gaze to her, yet again more fresh tears streamed down her face.
"I'll tell you" Sandra sustained, "You would have become infuriated, gone off the rails. Become consumed by anger towards the people who had taken his life. I had this dread that you would have ran away, back to Springwood"
"You're right, I would have" Katherine admitted through her sobs. She withdrew her hand from Sandra's and with the back of it, wiped at her face. Her lips quivered as she gathered herself and demanded. "Donald said that Christopher was there. When did you find out?"
Sandra licked her lips lightly and looked over at her son. Thinking back to the times when he would have listened to the both of his parents fighting and quarrelling when they were still residing in Springwood. It was only fair that she told him the truth, "I should have told you sooner Michael. It wasn't right you seeing and hearing us fight all the time. It was about eighteen months later when I found out Christopher was there that night. I noticed that he was becoming jittery, having restless nights. Nightmares. He would stay awake for a few nights on end. One night when you were asleep, I asked him was he stressed, that perhaps he was having some difficulty at work" her hands ran through her locks anxiously, "He shook his head and broke down, admitting what had happened that night. He found out from one of the police patrol cars that you had gone missing and that a group of the parents had went to the Power Plant. He arrived just minutes before they burned him. He told me that when the fire had dissipated that he assisted Donald in moving the remains into the furnace. Donald forbid him from telling me. He made him promise. But the pressure of the secret on him took its toll and he knew that he had to confide in me before he lost his mind"
"How did you react?" her son asked, "I remember the arguments you had, it went on for months"
"Your father couldn't take it anymore, he began to drink heavily and it effected our relationship. I had tried to get him to stop drinking, but that's how the arguments would start. I proposed that we moved away, back to Central City. To start afresh, away from the bad memories"
Katherine glared at her from across the table and rhythmically began to tap her fingers against the wood. "Would you have ever had told me?"
"What do you mean?"
"What if I hadn't of came back here to Springwood, would you have told me that my father was dead?" Katherine raised an eyebrow in intrigue.
"Yes, I would have. When the time was right"
"Pfft" the girl scoffed, "and when would that be? You had the perfect opportunity to tell me before I made the decision what College to go to! But you didn't!"
Michael tugged her around to face him, "But would you have come back here if you had discovered he was dead?"
"I don't know!" she replied brusquely, then with her lips curled into an enraged sneer she craned her head towards Sandra, "But I had every right to know what had happened, I'm eighteen! He was my father, no matter what he did to me! I know what he did to me was depraved and despicable, but…"
There were a few tense moments of silence in the room before Sandra finished the young woman's sentence. The sparkle in her eyes gave it away, "A part of you still loves him"
Katherine lowered her head, her dark brown locks shielded her weeping countenance from them. Her voice was muffled, just audible for them to hear. "Yes, that's right. I can't h-help it! This feeling of affection I have towards him won't go away"
Sandra stood from her chair and walked past the next table to a small water dispenser and quickly poured out a plastic up of cool water. Turning back towards the table she saw Michael massaging Katherine's shaking back, he threw her a mystified look. Unsure as to why Katherine would think this way. Particularly after the last two to three weeks, the deaths he had caused, the vicious murders he had committed in front of her and the sexual abuse and manipulation he had acted upon her. Was her mind becoming twisted to the extent that her feelings were being warped?
Katherine lifted her sniffling face towards the cup of water left in front of her and with eager hands grasped it, draining the cool beverage in two long gulps. Again, her pensive eyes averted back to Sandra as she settled back in her seat across from her. "Is that why you are here? To tell me the truth?" the look of weariness on Sandra's face was cause for concern. "You know, don't you? What's happening here?"
Michael sighed quietly and answered for this mother, "Yes, I had to tell her. She's been in Springwood for the last two to three days. I phoned her straight away after you were locked away in here. When she arrived at the Thompson house we told her everything, the dreams, the deaths. What your father has been doing"
"But why?" Katherine demanded, fear tainted her voice as she glimpsed briefly between the mother and son. "Do you not realise the danger she will be in?"
"I understand the risk and I'm willing to take it. If it means having the opportunity to counsel you and get you discharged from here. Then I'm staying here" Sandra said resolutely. "I helped you before Katherine, I supported you when you finally understood the sexual abuse he was inflicting on you. The control he had over you in an intimate way, not just psychologically and emotionally. You need to understand that I'm here for you"
The unwavering, steely gaze of Katherine's shadowy brown eyes never deterred from Sandra's as she retorted, "I'll need time to come to terms to what you kept from me. You both" she briefly looked at Michael, "need to realise that he was my father, my family! Despite everything that happened in my childhood, I still had a divine right to know what happened to him"
"We both know that" Sandra nodded gently.
Michael felt dismayed at Katherine's changing attitude. He took her clammy hands in his, turning her towards him. Pursing his parched lips together he asked, "Do you still have feelings for me?"
Her jaw dropped opened, shocked at his sudden question. "Yes, of course I still have feelings for you. I love you. Why would you ask such a stupid question?"
"I'm just concerned by your attitude towards him"
Noticing the uneasiness on her son's face, his mother interrupted. "Michael, she told you how she feels. When I get the opportunity to talk to her on her own, we can discuss her father. Remember, we came here to make sure that she was okay"
"I AM okay" Katherine slowly entangled her fingers around his more tightly. "You don't have to worry about me"
"But you've been sleeping, haven't you? My mother asked Dr Carver about you, and he said that you've been sleeping each night since you've been here" Michael stated despondently.
"Yes, that's right" she saw the trepidation in his blue eyes. A lie soon tumbled from her lips, "Look, nothing has happened to me"
Little liar….
She ignored that little whisper in the back of her mind and heard Sandra speak, asking. "Are you sure Katherine? Michael told me everything that's happened to you. The manipulation that he's been asserting over you in the last few weeks. You never told anyone that he had molested you twice"
"How could I? I was afraid of what Michael would think, how the others would think of me!" Katherine held back sob, "I was petrified" there was a momentary pause, "Do you know that I slept…?"
Sandra gave a curt nod, her eyes softened with sadness. "Yes, I know. Michael told me"
"But he told you that I did it to save him? Did you tell her that?" she swung her head towards him, eyes wide with apprehension. "He didn't force himself upon me, I did it to stop him from killing you"
He pensively gazed across towards his mother, she gave him a knowing look and he knew that he had to choose his words wisely. "Yes, I know Kathy"
"Nothing has happened to me since I've been here or when I sleep at night. I dream, yes, but he just…watches me" she lied again.
Michael exchanged a bewildered glance at his mother, they both knew that Katherine was telling tales. Again, the malicious bastard was asserting some degree of control over her and the young woman was oblivious to it. It had to stop. Sandra gave her son a reassuring smile, gesticulating to him that she would find out the truth from Katherine.
"May I see your scars?" there was a metal screech as Sandra's chair moved backwards and to the side. Katherine averted her gaze to her right, seeing that the older woman had positioned her chair beside her. "You tried to commit suicide"
"Yeah…" Katherine hesitantly rolled up her left sleeve and placed her arm on the table. The ghastly red scars were brandished before Sandra as the woman examined them with a frown gracing her face. "I…think I know why I did it"
Michael gulped, apprehension spread across his visage. Did Freddy somehow manage to replicate her memories, show her the incident in the dormitory? But she had to realise that the incident in the dormitory wasn't how he really felt towards her, he had to reveal to her that Freddy had possessed him and it wasn't him saying those vile, hateful words to her. "Do you remember what happened in the dorm?"
Katherine threw him a bemused look, about to reply when Sandra glared warningly at him. Signalling him to say no more. If he had recalled that missing memory to her, then it would only obscure the girl's mind even more. "Just tell us why you tried to take your life Katherine. Express your feelings"
"I felt so alone, isolated. From my father" Katherine breathing began to shorten and become irregular as she stuttered. "I-I didn't r-realise that I had missed h-him so much throughout the last eight years…"
"Your father?" Sandra took her right hand and squeezed lightly.
"Yes! Even now I feel so low, so lost"
Michael curved his arm around her shoulders, words of comfort formed in his throat. "But you're not alone. You've got me. My mom is now here. You've got Nancy and the others. We're not going to abandon you in here"
"Is everyone okay?" Katherine's head perked up. This was the perfect opportunity to find out who had died, if anyone was injured.
He nodded, "Yes, everyone is well as can be expected. Why?"
She gathered her thoughts, "I guess, because I haven't had any visitors in the last few days at all, I just thought that maybe something had happened"
His warm grip on her shoulder tightened as his fingers rubbed her right shoulder gingerly. "Everyone is fine Kathy. Taryn though had a nightmare in one of her classes"
"Oh, is she okay? Was she injured?" her eyes widened in horror.
Sandra reassured her, "She was unharmed. Michael seems to have this belief that something may have happened to your father's powers. That he can't hurt anyone"
Katherine's lips parted, dropping opened in awe. Then misperception. It wasn't true, she knew herself that her father had been killing people, she may have never seen any of his victims. But she was positive he had killed, the sight of the blood on his blades was a very good indication that he had claimed a life. The question was, should she tell Michael and the others? Perhaps not until she got some real evidence that he was not as powerless as Michael and the others believed, that he was indeed still killing. But who else would he be going after? His main targets were Michael and the remaining Elm Street children.
"Kathy, are you okay?" Michael touched her hair gently, "You are spacing out"
She shook her head lightly and forced a meek smile, "Sorry, I was just thinking"
"What about?" Sandra leaned forward, "Is there anything that you want to tell us?"
Katherine stared at her vacantly, conjuring up a quick response. "You said that you were here to counsel me? How? Dr Simms is my therapist!"
"Well…" Sandra gave her an eloquent smirk, "Hopefully that will change in the next day or so. I met with Dr Carver to discuss you and put forward my offer of assistance. I'm not sure if you are aware but there has been an influx of new patients from two other hospitals in the last few days"
"Yeah, I've noticed that. What of it?"
"Due to these new patients, the staff that Westin Hills has will be under increasing pressure to manage and schedule sessions with the current patients and the new ones. I offered my services to Dr Carver to help treat you" she explained, "Also, because I had counselled you before, I have insight into your history, how your father had treated you"
Katherine nodded slowly, comprehending the reasons behind Sandra's point of view. But would Dr Simms willing let her take control of the therapy sessions? Simms had it in her mind that she was fucking crazy. "She thinks I'm mad. That I have schizophrenia"
"You don't" Sandra rebuked.
"I know that!" Katherine grumbled, "When will you find out if you can counsel me?"
"Hopefully in the next twenty minutes" Sandra saw Michael's eyes lit up with anticipation. "I've to speak to Dr Carver now"
"Does that mean I can visit Katherine more often?" he smiled widely.
"Yes, it will be a proposition I will put forward. But remember, you will only have specific time frames to visit her. You must adhere to the rules in here or your visitation privileges may be revoked. There is only so much I can guarantee Michael"
His smile faded and he nodded grimly, "Okay, well if I can even visit her once a day I'll be happy"
Katherine twisted towards him, the corner of her lips curled upwards in a sweet smile. "It will be good to see you more often. What about the others? Will they be visiting?"
"I'll see what I can do" Sandra said simply. She looked down at her watch and sighed, "Our time is up. I'll get the orderly to let you know if it's good news"
"His name is Max. He's really nice" Katherine piped up and rose to her feet along with them both.
"Kathy, I want you to promise me and my mother something" Michael asked. His eyes were hard, sombre as he continued. "Don't go to sleep tonight. Stay awake any way you can. Remember, how he manipulated you before? He can easily do that again"
She grew rigid, contemplating their request. As much as she wanted to promise them that she would stay awake, this strange desire to be near her father was still potent. And as for the control he had over her, this time it would be different. She would be more resilient against his influence. All she wanted was to spend more time with him? There was nothing wrong or perilous about that, was there?
"Katherine…" Sandra's tender voice shattered through her deliberations. "Will you stay awake tonight?"
Raising her face towards her, Katherine gave a meek half-hearted nod. "Yes, I will"
"Good" Michael beamed and pulled her into an embrace. Her arms wrapped around his waist and she tucked her head back to gaze sincerely into his bright blue eyes. An affectionate grin grew across her face and without a word she leaned up to kiss him deeply. A few moments passed and she broke the kiss, seeing that he was smiling happily at her. "What was that for?"
"I missed you. Don't stay away too long next time" she responded quietly. A question invaded her mind, her thoughts, did she miss him as much as she had missed her father?
"I'll try and see you tomorrow. I'll even try and bring Nancy with me" he pecked her forehead lightly.
"Michael, we have to go" Sandra called over from the doorway.
Max stood next to her and gave an apologetic shrug of his shoulders. "I've to bring her back to the room" he then turned towards Sandra with a broad grin, "Dr Carver can see you now. He's in his office"
Noticing the enthusiasm that marred his smile, Katherine enquired. "It's good news I take it?"
"I'll chat to you when we're on our way back to your room" he replied with another grin.
"Kathy, remember what we said. Okay?" Michael whispered in her ear and gave her one last kiss upon her forehead.
She gave a sheepish nod and followed Max down the hallway, passing by several new patients as they were escorted to either the medical rooms or therapy sessions. There was a spark in her step, a gusto that she hadn't felt in a few weeks. At last she was able to spend more time with Michael. It may not be as much as she had hoped, but at least it was daily visits. Perhaps circumstances were turning in her favour. Feeling Max's eyes on her, she turned towards him as they came to the entrance to her bedroom. "So, what have you heard? I'm sure you've heard something from Simms or Carver"
He nodded, "Yes, I overheard their conversation. Well, it wasn't me who overheard them, it was Nurse Andrews who heard them chatting in the corridor and she told me. News spreads quite quickly in this place. Nothing is kept secret for long. It's been agreed that Dr Simms will allow Dr Turner to counsel you. Dr Turner must agree to report anything that happens in your therapy sessions to Dr Simms You will meet with…is her first name Sandra?"
"Yes, it is" she nodded.
"You'll meet with Sandra tomorrow morning, after breakfast to discuss when you will meet for your sessions"
"I can have visitors? Yes? Is Michael allowed visit me?" Katherine asked eagerly.
"Yes, but within the hospital rules. Only one hour per day. As for the number of people allowed to visit you per day, I'm not sure. You would have to ask Dr Simms" he elucidated.
Katherine nodded quickly. "Okay. At last I got some good news"
"Always keep positive and keep your head up!" he reached out to rub her shoulders gently, "You'll be out of this place soon"
There was a feeble nod of her head, suddenly feeling a wave of fatigue swarm over her body. She shook her head lightly and asked, "Would you be able to get me some coffee please?"
"Yeah sure, I'll be back in a few minutes"
"Thanks" she returned his smile with one of her own.
As he left her, a grimace expanded across her countenance. Maybe she should stay awake tonight, as a precaution. From what she could tell from her appearance, it appeared that Sandra has managed to stave off the threat of sleep. Her life would be in danger if her father found out. It was perceptible that her father could not sense a person's mind unless they were asleep or unconscious. If she were to sleep tonight, should she divulge that Sandra was in Springwood? It was pointless to keep it a secret anyway, as he could easily read her mind, discover her memory from today. It was something that appalled her, her mind was her own. Not his to invade and reap through her recollections. It was though it gave him an unfair advantage over her. However, not just her, everyone.
"There you go"
She looked up from the ground, appreciatively taking the white plastic cup from him. Hot steam billowed into the air and she sniffed the aroma of the caffeinated drink. "Thank you. Would you close the door please behind you?"
He nodded once, leaving her alone to her conflicting deliberations…
x x x
"Good news!" Michael's broad grin greeted Nancy at the others as he entered the Thompson's backyard. The thick strong smell of cooked burgers, chicken and hot dogs filled the afternoon air. "Mom has been given permission to be Katherine's therapist"
The remaining Elm Street had gathered around a barbeque that Nancy was attending to, she offered him a bright smile along with a plate of chicken skewers. She was pleased that he had received the news he wanted to hear. "So, how was she?"
His smirk faltered as his mother came up beside him, "She's been better. A little depressed. She thought that we had forgot about her"
"What do you mean?" Kristen asked from her seat.
"Because we hadn't visited her since she's been admitted to that place, she's been feeling a sense of solitude. It's making her feel down" Sandra explicated. "I told her that we knew that she's been sleeping. She was adamant that Freddy hadn't done anything to her, that all he did was watch her in her dreams"
"Do you believe her?" Kristen took a quick bite of her hamburger.
"No, I don't" Sandra's head shook briskly. "I'll have more time to talk to her tomorrow. Also, one of you can accompany Michael to a visitation in the afternoon. At the minute, there is only two visitors per day. That is until I can persuade Dr Carver to allow more of you to visit. He is cautious that too many visitors at once may disrupt Katherine, make her on edge. Which I find absurd!"
Kincaid rose to his feet, "Did you say to her to stay awake tonight?"
"Yes, we did. She's going to evade sleep tonight" Sandra replied, though deep down she wasn't that entirely optimistic that Katherine would take their advice on board. The discussion they had about her warmth and compassion towards her father was a hint that her mind was unstable. She had to do some investigations, some reading tonight into the girl's changing behaviour in regards to her father.
"Sandra, would you like some coffee?" Donald's exhausted voice called from behind her. He held out two mugs of steaming coffee. "We can chat inside. Let the kids eat in peace"
With a small nod of her head, she followed him back into the house, and straight towards the living room. They settled onto the couch and a tense silence consumed the room. Sandra stared thoughtfully at her mug then spoke up. "I need to do some study tonight about psychological behavioural disorders. From the conversation that I've had with Katherine this afternoon, her attitude towards her father may be changing. As you have said to me when I arrived here, Katherine was very defiant against her father. Fought against him, tried to stop him from killing?"
"Yes, that's right" he nodded quickly.
"Now, it appears that her resistance against him is faltering" Sandra enlightened with a sigh, "She has admitted that she still has feelings for him. She still loves him"
"What? After everything that fucker did to her?"
"I understand your incomprehension. But there have been cases in child abuse especially in the circumstances where the abuser is a relative, that the victim would still have a feeling of empathy towards their abuser. Now that Katherine is back in Springwood and is interacting with her father, that feeling has returned for her. The feeling of devotion and the bond they had is starting to return to her. However, it may be more complicated than that" Sandra felt an involuntary shiver shoot through her body. There were various behavioural disorders that could manifest in victims when they moved into adulthood. Some more disturbing and treacherous than others. She had to ascertain if Katherine could likely develop one and which one. She would then need to put into effect a strategy to handle any sudden, drastic changes in her behaviour. "I'm hoping that she stays awake tonight. It's imperative that she listens to me"
"Do you think the manipulation will continue if she does persist on going to sleep?" he asked.
"Yes, but she may develop a behavioural disorder. Her stance towards not just her father, but to us could change" she took a quick drink of her beverage. "I just need to do some research. After my session with her I'll start. Don't say anything to Nancy or even my son. I'll explain it to them soon"
He agreed with a nod of his head. "I'll have to head down to the station in an hour or so. I'm on the night shift with Garcia"
"I'm going to book into a motel tonight. I'll get Michael to stay with me. I don't want to intrude on your family any further. Have you mentioned anything about Krueger to your wife, Marge?" Sandra enquired.
"No, I haven't said anything to her. Strangely enough she hasn't had any nightmares, well none that she has told me. She is an insomniac. Barely sleeps as it is" he replied. "There are a few new motels near the new shopping complex. It's close enough to Westin Hills"
Sandra stifled a yawn and smiled, "Just keep an eye on her. Even though that bastard is going after our children. You did have a dream of him"
"I know" he mumbled lethargically. "How do you think he came back? I mean, do you think he was into the occult? Devil worship, maybe something like that?"
"I'm not sure, you knew him better than me. You were his neighbour" Sandra rebuked softly. "There is a friend of mine that could help us. However, I must get through to Katherine first. Then we can talk about bringing my colleague to Springwood"
"What line of work is your colleague into?"
"He's a dream therapist. Specialises in techniques involving dream therapy, hypnosis. He is fascinated by the concept of dreams, how the mind works when we dream. What we can do in them" she grinned, "When the time is right I'll contact him. You'll find him really interesting"
"I look forward to it"
x x x
Speckles of yellow were dotted across the black velvet sky as Katherine stared through her hospital bedroom window. A shooting star streaked across the darkness above the hospital. It was nearing 1am and she was still deliberating whether to sleep or not. The fingers on her right hand tightly curled around a plastic white cup. Inside the cup was a dribble of lukewarm coffee. It was her second in a row.
Maybe she had made her mind up on staying awake tonight. A double dose of caffeine would help her stave off sleep. But still the lingering urge to dream continued to burn inside of her. The fear of going to sleep was basically down to how her father would react to the news that Sandra was in Springwood. Not happy in the least.
She couldn't keep it secret from him. The last thing she wanted was to feel his wrath. All she desire was to be on his good side, to keep him happy in a way. Perhaps it was wise to sleep tonight, to face him and tell him the day's events.
Firstly, she needed some water. Drinking coffee always made her thirsty.
Rising from her chair at the window she crossed the room towards the door. But before she could reach out to grasp the handle, a force propelled it opened. Stood in the doorway was none other than Freddy. His arms were crossed against his chest. He tapped his right black boot repetitively against the tiled ground.
Katherine stifled back a cry of surprise and froze before him. He eyed her in silence then craned his pensive, irritable gaze towards the windowsill. To the empty plastic cups. The hush was then broken as he spoke. "You're a little late getting to sleep tonight, aren't ya?"
"I-I needed some time to think" she swallowed thickly. From the tone of his voice he was becoming enraged. Did he know already?
Freddy sneered at her and sauntered past her, towards the plastic cups. He grasped them both in his bladed claw, the tips of the knives pierced through them as he crushed them. "Were you trying to avoid me, princess?" he hissed lowly, "Trying to stay awake by drinking coffee?"
She shrugged her shoulders casually, "I told you I needed to think. I wasn't ready to go to sleep yet"
The corner of his charred lips curled into another snarl and he threw the cups on the ground, crunching them under his work boots as he swiftly narrowed the distance between them. Katherine stood her ground, trying not to let him intimidate her. Freddy gripped her right arm with his left one and yanked her forward. His face leaned forward towards her, their skin barely inches from one another's. "What exactly did you need to think about…" his voice trailed off as he sensed something. It wasn't a presence, but a certain smell. A scent emanating from her, but it wasn't her scent. Her sweet aroma. It was someone else's. He sniffed her hair and face, then growled. "He visited you! That fucker Michael was here today! I can smell his repulsive stench all over you!"
Her left hand wrenched upwards and ripped her other arm free from his, "Let me go!" she took a few steps back and rebuked, "Yes, he came to see me! But you need to listen to me daddy. I need to tell you something. Someone else visited me!"
He clicked his claw, attempting to control himself. "Who was it?"
She took a deep breath. Here goes. "It was his mother. Sandra Turner"
A heavy silence filled the room. As if time, had stood still. Katherine scrutinized her father's face in the dimly lit room. His nostrils flared and his lips were moving, was he muttering to himself?
Freddy felt as this blood was boiling, vexation was stirring deep within him. That woman, that whore Sandra was here? Why was she here? Never mind that, who invited her back to Springwood? His eyes glowed red as he landed on Katherine. Was it her? In a flash of red and green he was upon her again, grasping both her shoulders and with a roar of fury he slammed her into the wall. "Did you ask her here?!"
"What?" Her eyes widened in surprise at his question. She tried to thrash against him, her legs strained to kick out at his. But he positioned his right leg in between hers. He lifted his knee slightly, pushing the rim of her nightdress up by a few inches and then pushed his knee against her lower stomach, pinning her lower body against the wall.
He curved two of his blades under her chin, applying pressure on her skin teasingly. "Tell me sweetheart, did you phone that slut and beg her to come here?"
"No. I DIDN'T!" Katherine snapped. Her eyes glowered into his, disgusted at his question. From her conversation with Sandra earlier, there was a little animosity that radiated from her towards Sandra. "Why would I want her here? She knew that you were dead for the last eight years!"
Freddy titled his head to the side and closed the gap between them further. Infuriation was still obvious on his face. "Then why is she here in Springwood? When did she arrive here? Who asked her to come here?"
"Let me go and I'll tell you!" she tucked her head out abrasively. Not daring to let him bully her.
His sneer quickly turned into a triumphant grin. A wicked gleam sparked in his eyes as he eased the pressure from his knee on her stomach and lowered it down. Before she could move her legs away from his, he harshly rubbed his knee against her crotch. Giving her a quick mischievous wink he stepped away from her, finally loosening his grip on her shoulder and removed his blades from her face. "Go on. Tell daddy everything"
After adjusting her white night-dress, she threw him a warning look. He smirked crudely at her and wagged his blades at her. Gesturing for her to speak. "When I was brought to Westin Hills, Michael contacted his mother. He told her what had happened, that I had tried to kill myself. She came to Springwood the next day. That was about three days ago now. He told her everything. About you being alive in our dreams, the deaths. She's been staying awake since arriving here"
"And why exactly is she here?"
"She said that she wants to help me…" she absently rubbed her shoulders. "But she wanted to explain why she never told me that you were dead"
"You mean why she was lying to you all those years" her father stated bluntly.
Katherine sighed softly, then continued. "She found out the night you died what had happened. At the time, they all agreed that they should keep your death a secret from me" her dark brown orbs tightened in irritation. "But she should have told me when she counselled me. I was sixteen at the time, it was when I first told anyone about how you touched me as a little girl"
Freddy smirked obscenely at her. Quick, vivid memories of that time flashed through his warped, depraved mind. "Those were fun times, weren't they?"
Ignoring his vulgar question, she persisted on. "I demanded to know why she never told me when she was counselling me. But she thought it would have set me back, that I would have gone off the rails. She was terrified that I would have went back to Springwood. Sandra believed that she was protecting me"
He gave a jeer of disbelief and wagged a blade at her, in discord. "No, she wasn't protecting you. She was protecting her fucker of a husband. She was protecting her family. Did you really think that she cared about you?"
Katherine felt her shoulders slump forward. Feeling despondent at his last question. "I don't know. I had really opened up to her two years ago. She did help me then, but now I'm just frustrated and angry at her! I hate people lying to me or keeping secrets from me!"
A mischievous smirk crossed his charred lips. "You shouldn't trust her. She has lied to you for the last eight years. Maybe her little fucker of a son Michael knew all along too!"
"No" she shook her head defiantly. "That's not true. He didn't know"
"Anything else?" he asked.
"She wants to counsel me in one to one sessions. There is a shortage of doctors at the hospital, so she is offering her assistance. She feels that she is better suited to…treat me seeing as she has insight into my childhood, what had happened to me" her eyes wandered over his face with caution. What was he thinking in that dark mind of this?
Slowly and meticulously, he stalked over to her, sensing the uncertainty that was clouding her mind. Not towards Michael, but to her association with his mother Sandra. This piece of doubt could be used to his advantage. Perhaps that bitch Sandra being here in Springwood could be beneficial to him, in his plan to drive a wedge between Katherine and Michael. He smiled treacherously to himself and watched as she back away towards the wall. Soon her back was pressed against it as he closed in on her. "Now is that everything? Is there anything else I should know about?"
She saw his blade raise up, each blade ready to curl around the side of her head. Instantly she recognised what he was about to do. Read her mind. "That's everything!" Katherine snarled and seized his right wrist and glared furiously at him. "Stop! I won't let you intrude upon my mind, my memories! I won't allow you to violate me that way anymore!"
He let his glove fall to this side and flashed her a devious, debauched smile. Leaning forward again he reached up with his scarred left hand to caress her face gently, "Oh, but there is a way that you want me to violate you! Isn't' there?"
The question spurred her intrigue and slowly she titled her head up towards his. Immediately seeing the nefarious, perverse gleam in his eyes. His hot rancid breath fluttered over her cool skin and she sluggishly shook her head. "N-no…" despite her reply, there wasn't much conviction in her voice.
"Aw, c'mon baby girl" he moaned and coiled around the curve of her spine, drawing her close to him. "I'll make you feel special again. Even more so than last night"
Her limp arms hung loosely at her sides. Trembling lips parted as she mustered up a reproach. "Last night I was lost control. It meant n-nothing!"
"Really? You lost control?" Freddy chortled. "What you mean, is that you were finally in control. You wanted it last night, you enjoyed my fingers fucking you!"
She felt her cheeks burn red with embarrassment at his indecent remark. Deep down inside she knew he was telling the truth, but it was wrong. Immoral and unhealthy. "I…"
"It'll be fun sweetheart…" he kissed the edge of her jaw lightly. The room darkened, shadows shifting and merging as it morphed into another bedroom. "How about we both make each other feel special here?"
Her eyes adjusted to the new room, and they soon broadened in shock. It was her old bedroom back in 1428 Elm Street. The way it was when she was a child. They were positioned against the door. Her eyes scanned the room until it fell upon her bed. She heard him snigger against her skin as he continued to kiss then alternative between nipping her skin along her neck. "We never did anything in your bedroom when you were a little girl? Did we? I never once touched you in your bed, did I?"
Meekly she shook her head back and forth, "No. But…"
"But what?" his head whipped up to face hers, "Don't you want to feel that connection we had the first time?"
Tears began to wet her face as she sniffled. Why wasn't she resisting him? Pushing him away? Her mind was cracking. Her sanity really was falling apart. Averting her fearful eyes towards his she saw the cheeky grin from him and soon he crashed his lips upon hers. Devouring her lips, kissing feverishly which she gladly reciprocated. He growled and groaned against her mouth, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. His left hand entangled into her brown locks, entwining his fingers and grabbed a fistful of her hair to tug her head to the right. Gaining deeper and more assess to her mouth. She stifled a groan and then a muffled yelp came from her as his clawed glove swooped around the rim of her ass to lift her off the ground.
Surprising herself she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her across the room to her bed. Their tongues and mouths still battled against each other. As he felt his legs hit the side of her mattress Freddy knelt onto her bed, letting her lie back on her back. His ravenous lips never once left hers. Sneakily he slithered his claw downwards under the hem of her nightdress and trailed the sides of the steel talons along her spine, causing her to curl her chest upwards against him. She was the one to finally break the heated kiss. Her eyes narrowed in distrust at the feel of the knives along her delicate skin. They brushed over her spine, the pressure increasing slightly as he glided them down towards the top of her hips. She hissed, a mixture of slight pain and possibly excitement flickered in her eyes. Her hands shot up to grasp his shoulders. "Stop it!"
"Aww" he mocked. "That's a shame. Next time maybe!"
She was about to respond, but refrained as the sensation of the blades upon her skin ceased and she felt them grasp the material of her night-dress and pull it upwards. He glanced at her arms and she hesitantly raised her arms, allowing him to pull off her garment. The cool air greeted her bare flesh. She was now only in a pair of pants. Without warning two blades tore that material apart leaving her nude before him. He licked his lips hungrily and pounced upon her again, smashing his mouth upon hers. Like before she responded in kind. With fire and passion.
Freddy's left hand suddenly massaged and kneaded her right breast, flicking and rolling her perk nipple under his thumb then in between his fingers. Twisted and tugging it lightly. She gave a moan of approval and soon enfolded her legs around his waist, beginning to rock her aching core against his clothed shaft.
He chuckled against her mouth and continued his ministrations on her breast, then the other one with his claw. After a few more minutes he pulled his mouth away from hers, to glance down at her lower body. She was still grinding her crotch against his. He grinned madly and pried her legs from his waist.
Throwing him a disgruntled look Katherine was about to speak when she heard a zip being pulled down. Then before she could prepare herself, she felt him push into her. All the way to the hilt. "Mmm…" he moaned as he began to slowly and rhythmically pound into her, "You were waiting for this?"
Her face stiffened, a mild pain shot through her lower abdomen. Although she was already aroused, that didn't make the sensation of him pummelling into her any less uncomfortable. At least time it wasn't as sore as before. Her hands gripped the sheet covering the bed and was caught off guard as he brought her left and right legs around his waist, allowing him to plunge deeper into her. But at a more frantic pace. She heard a deep groan as Freddy pounded into her, then his left hand assaulted her breasts once more, then his mouth. Tongue sucking and licking vigorously. Her head rolled to the left, eyes clamped shut as she sensed a burning stirring within her loins. Unexpectedly her right hand whipped up to grasp a fistful of his sweater, around his shoulder. With a little tug of his sweater, she got his attention as he withdrew his mouth from her chest. Never once did he stop his steady, pounding into her slick, wet core. Each time he slid into her, the moister she became.
He panted and cocked his head to the side, seeing the perverse enthusiasm in her beautiful eyes. Had he pushed her to the edge already? It was time to test her. Reaching down with his claw he swooped her left leg higher, up towards his shoulder. Then with a deep lustful, uncontrollable moan he plunged into her harder than before. The tip of his shaft sliding over a sensitive part of her. A special spot. She instantly threw her head back and let out an inaudible sound. At first, he thought it was a groan, but from the little pleased smirk on her face he knew it was a satisfied moan.
Exactly what he wanted.
Smiling viciously, he slipped his left hand in between them and pushed a single finger against her clit, pressing and massaging it, stimulating her even more. Katherine's mouth parted as she moaned again, a word was lost amongst her moaning. But he knew it was a word of endorsement.
Yes…
Freddy laughed insanely and lowered his mouth over her neck, where his lips devoured her tender flesh. Kissing, licking, sucking. He picked up his pace yet again. He too was close to release. Just a few more minutes, several more frantic thrusts into her pussy.
Katherine gasped as she felt something stir, building up from the bottom of her stomach. Tingling, burning. A sensation that was more potent that she had ever felt before. Her hands grasped and grappled at the sheets as he thrust into her again, then again.
Freddy snarled and grunted, then with a deep guttural groan he drove into her. She cried out in profound pleasure as the ardent orgasm tore through her body. Spreading to every nerve ending, lighting it on fire. Her licentious moan was merged with Freddy's moans, that slowly subsided and soon their exhaustive panting was the only sound in the room. Then suddenly Freddy sniggered, revelling in the moment he had waited for over the last few nights.
Fucking her sweet body again.
This time though, she really did desire it. He was winning her over, crushing her sanity. Bit by bit. This desirous and feverish side of her personality was taking over, her resistant and ethical nature was slowly slipping away.
x x x
The impish chuckling of Freddy echoed in the room, as he lay strewn over the sweaty panting body of Katherine. Raising his claw, he stroked her tussled hair and flashed her a wicked smirk.
Her eyes blinked wildly, and panic flashed across her face as the realization of what she had just done cemented itself into her mind. She had willingly surrendered herself to him and allowed him to fuck her. And to make matters worse she enjoyed it…
"Please get off me" Katherine whispered fiercely.
His lip curled into a leer of discontent at her command, and reluctantly he climbed off her body and tided himself away. As he rose to his feet beside the bed, Katherine quickly scrambled off the mattress and seized the bed covers. Her hands shook with rage, disgusted at herself and she wrapped the bed cover around her naked body. She could feel his breath on her hair and she swirled around, taking an unsteady step back from him. Her fingers gripped the top of the bed covers wrapped around her chest and she frantically shook her head, repulsed at her actions. "What's happening…?" she whispered to herself.
Freddy grinned at her, "We just finished fucking each other, baby girl"
Immediately her head whipped up to glare angrily at him, disgusted at him. But not just him, at herself. "That shouldn't have happened!"
He lewdly licked his lips and closed the gap between them, "I don't think you really mean that…" an immoral grin spread across his burnt countenance. Raising his scarred hand, he cupped her chin and leaned in, "I think you want some more"
Katherine shivered, not with terror but excitement. Did she really want to do that again with him? Feel his hands over her body, her breasts, thighs? Was that desire still there that she desperately wanted or needed him to fuck her again? Focusing her attention back on him, she saw the look of hunger in his blue eyes and felt his hot breath on her mouth and with a nefarious giggle he smashed his lips on hers again.
She never fought him as he ravaged her mouth and with a snarl he forced her back against the wall behind her. Her body trembled as he tugged with his rough, scarred fingers at the sheet that adorned her body. She knew that this had to stop, she had to regain control of the situation. Lifting her right hand, she forcefully shoved him away, breaking the heated kiss. "No!"
Freddy growled with disdain at her display and watched with a sneer as she staggered away from him. "Aw, you don't want any more loving from your daddy?"
Katherine ran her right hand through her dishevelled hair, tugging it lightly. Why were these dark cravings still lingering on her mind? Even now the mere thought of him screwing her again was setting her loins on fire again? Was the need to be near him manifesting into this sick desire indulge in sexual activity with him? Maybe it was what she really longed for…
She mentally berated herself, scowling silently. No, it was immoral. Wrong.
"Why am I thinking like this…?" Katherine muttered. Tears began to well in her eyes and she soon lifted her petrified gaze towards her father's. "It has to be you! You are making me think and feel like this! These thoughts I'm having, you're put them there!"
He clicked his blades and gave her a cunning grin, "Me?" he pointed at this chest with a single blade, "I haven't done anything. These feelings and yearnings you have towards me are your own. Nothing to do with me at all!"
She quickly shook her head in discord, not daring to believe it. "No, you must be lying. I shouldn't be feeling this way…" a frightened sob escaped her throat. It was all fucked up. Her sanity was disintegrating, she was going insane.
"Katherine…" Freddy again stalked closer to her, "believe me…everything that you've been feeling lately is just natural"
Katherine stifled back a frightened sob and shook her head vehemently, "No, no! It's you. It must be! I shouldn't be thinking like this, it's unhealthy. It's fucked up!"
The gap between them closed one more and with light yank of her chin, he tugged her visage towards him. A quick flicker of concern glowed in his eyes, but as soon dissipated as his authoritative side took over, "You wanted us to be close again, haven't you?"
Her hands tightened around the bed covers and she sheepishly nodded, "Yes, but not like that. It's…"
His claw clutched the side of her face roughly, holding her head still. "What? What do you think it is?"
She sniffled back her tears. "What we did, it's incest!"
A sinister smiled graced his face as he continued to twist her fragile mind and deliberations even more. "And so what? You love me, and I love you, that's all that matters. Doesn't it?"
Her head bobbed lightly in agreement, "Yes, but why am I thinking like this? Why now?"
He brushed his right thumb gently across her chin, back and forth. "It's just taken you time to come to terms with your…" he smirked, "desire. It was always there. This craving you have towards me. Now, you've unleashed it. Remember, I told you as a little girl that we were different from the others in town?"
Again, she gave another meek nod of her head. Her mind was weary with fatigue and confusion.
He continued, "You see what's happening between us now just shows you how different we are. We are special. There's nothing wrong with what you are feeling baby girl. Just embrace those sentiments. Because they are part of you now"
"But I don't want to feel this way towards you" she admitted, but was it really the truth?
Freddy studied her face, raiding her mind and thoughts. She was conflicted and bewildered by this emotional state that was overpowering her. Things were working in his favour, just like he knew they would. Just a few more nights and he would win her over, lure her back to him permanently.
As for this dark yearning she had, it was becoming more potent and would continue to be more compelling and conquer her. Which was also one of his aims. The events in her childhood were affecting her now, more so than she had ever expected them to. Bending and shaping her thoughts, twisting her personality into something perverse and ominous. It would be interesting to see how her character would develop and how she would interact with those pathetic fuckers, particularly Michael.
"I think you just need some time to think, you need to process what is happening to you." Freddy reassured her and gave her a dark cunning smile. "Soon, you'll realise what is happening to you is nothing to worry about. It's just natural"
She lazily wiped at her face and sighed jadedly. "I'm not sure…" Thoughts of what the others would think quickly invaded her mind, making her heart thump ferociously against her chest. What if they found out? How would Michael and his mother react?
"They don't need to know…" he answered her meandering thoughts. "Unless" an abhorrent grin soon crossed his burnt visage and gingerly tapped a blade against her cheek, "you really want to tell them. Maybe have a heart to heart with Michael"
Her heart sank into the depths of her stomach, there was no way she could disclosed what has been happening to Michael. It would break his heart, destroy their relationship. Everything that has occurred over the last few nights, the touching and the sex had to kept hidden from them. As for going forward, visiting her father in her dreams each night, she was adamant that nothing else would happen between them. She would use whatever willpower she had left to resist him. Because she knew that if she didn't, then whatever rationality she had left would be annihilated. "I'm not telling them. It's none of their business. Anyway, it's not that I'll be giving into you again. That was the last time. It's over"
Freddy chuckled impishly at her and withdrew his bladed glove from her face, "Oh, you think you have the power to resist, do you?"
"Yes, I do" she resolutely replied and took a step back from him.
"Mmm…" he raised his blades to his lips and lightly licked them with his tongue. He then flashed a sadistic smile at her. "We'll see baby girl. We'll see"
She crossed her arms against her chest and glowered at him with determination. "Let me wake up"
"No kiss for daddy, before you go?" he lecherously wagged his blistered tongue at her.
Her face scrunched up in repulsion and she swivelled away from him, towards the boarded-up window. She heard the floorboards creak as he walked up behind her and gently clasped his clawed talons around her right shoulder. His lips brushed her hair as he asked, "You'll see me tomorrow night?"
A trail tear slid down her right cheek and she pondered for a moment. If she were to go to sleep, would she have the strength to resist if he came onto her again? Of course, she wanted to be around him, to be in his company at night time. There was no denying that. But she knew how wily he could be. It was time she took a stand against him and fight against his advances. She felt the cool steel of his blades tauten around her shoulder blade, a sign he was growing impatient with her lack of response. Craning her head over her right shoulder she stared ardently at him. "Yes, I will"
"That's my girl" Freddy cooed, and he let his blades uncurl from her bare shoulder.
She took the chance to turn to face him and waited. "Go on. Wake me up"
His blemished black lips recoiled back into a grin and with he pointed a blade at her. With a swift click forward of the blade she was catapulted backwards, out of the dream…