Chapter 11: To Play Along.
"This is a good sign" Dr Vickers noted down on his clipboard a few comments. "REM sleep shows that her brain activity is improving"
Sandra gave a slow nod as she stood at his side. She wished she shared his sense of enthusiasm. The last thing she wanted was for Katherine to dream. If only there was a way to safely wake her up from her comatose state. "Is there no way we could wake her up?"
"No" he shook his head. "As you should be aware, if the coma was induced then we could bring her out of the coma by reducing the anaesthesia. But because the coma is self-inflicted due to her trying to commit suicide it would be up to her own body to recover, to allow herself to wake up naturally. It could be a few days" Dr Vickers glanced at her forlorn expression and then reassured. "But it could be less. Perhaps a day or so. Let's try to be positive"
Her pensive gaze continued to be locked upon Katherine's face, particularly her eyes that rolled and turned underneath their eyelids. She knew that bastard was there with Katherine, God knows what he was doing to her. Sandra took a fleeting glimpse at her watch. 7.35pm. She would make a quick phone call to Michael and explain Katherine's condition. There was the concern that Michael would still do something stupid, he was a little rash and impulsive. Especially when it came to people he cared about. She would have to get Donald to keep an eye on Michael, to ensure that he stayed awake. They all had to keep awake until she could speak with Katherine and find out what the fuck was going on. The young girl was keeping secrets from them all, she knew it. She took a few steps closer to the bed and leaned down to stroke Katherine's face. Perhaps she herself could find out what was going on, but she knew there was the risk of running into Freddy. But she would rather put her own life in jeopardy than her son's.
Making her decision she walked towards the doorway, "Dr Vickers, would you please keep me advised of any change to her condition?"
"Yes" Dr Vickers nodded. "I will let my staff know to keep you informed"
"Thank you" Sandra smiled. "I'll be in my office"
. . .
Freddy remained sat on the cold tiled floor as he cradled Katherine's insentient body in his arms. Her head was placed delicately on his chest. She mumbled quietly in her cataleptic state, and he bent down to lightly kiss her clammy skin on her forehead. He gave a little half smirk as he could finally sense her presence growing in vigour, stirring back into the dream with him. Her eyelids fluttered wildly, and she moaned softly as her head rolled to the right and she snuzzled against his rough sweater. Soon, he released the powerful invisible restraint from her limbs, and she groaned as her eyes flickered opened. Her gaze was greeted by the all too familiar red and green stripes of her father's sweater. She blinked slowly and then craned her woozy head backwards to stare up at him in surprise. He noticed that the white sclera part of her eyes was blood shocked. He gently pressed his coarse lips to her temple of her head and drew her close to his chest. She frowned and murmured, "Where am I?"
"Ssh" Freddy whispered. He suddenly shifted on the ground and swooped her in his lean arms as he rose to his feet and brought her over to the bed. She threw him a baffled look, surprised at how placid he was with her. He climbed onto the bed and settled against the pillows still embracing her in his arms. She felt like she was a child all over again.
Katherine slowly studied the room, the ventilator machine, heart monitor, EEG machine, the tubes that were scattered on the floor. Then she finally saw the wound on her right wrist, the laceration. "What did I do?"
He didn't verbally respond, but only lightly rubbed her left arm to sooth her. She then asked, "I tried to kill myself, didn't I?"
"Don't worry about it baby" he cooed gruffly.
Katherine shook her head and focused, straining to remember any snippets of what had happened. But suddenly a dull ache pierced her head and she groaned shaking her head lightly. She took a deep sharp breath and lifted her curious, stern eyes towards his. Her voice was persistent. "Why did I try to kill myself?"
"Just rest" he ignored her question again. She let out another little groan of pain and allowed him to push the side of her head against this chest. After a few lingering minutes she gently ran her left hand over her cut wrist and then again demand. "Tell me, what happened!"
Freddy grounded his teeth, a little annoyed at the tone of her voice. But quickly pushed his aggravation to the back of his mind. He thought quickly of a response, something that would placate her. "Dr Simms was secretly giving you drugs without anyone's knowledge. That may have something to do with it"
Her jaw trembled and dropped open in shock. "What? She was drugging me?"
"It's okay" He murmured and lightly stroked her cheek. Freddy knew he had to change his way of treating her again. She may have survived the first two suicide attempts, but if she tried again then he had a feeling that she would succeed. He had to try and control his anger and think before he acted. Which would be very difficult for him to do, he was always very rash. Out of control at times. It was a trait of his that would never go away.
"Am I in a coma?" Katherine asked.
He nodded. "Yes, you took some tablets too"
She frowned. "I don't remember doing that"
Freddy drew her closer to his chest again, rubbing his right hand gracefully over left leg. For once in a long time, she felt a sense of serenity being in his company. Her eyes flickered down to his un-gloved right hand, "Where is your glove?"
He hushed her once more. "Just close your eyes baby"
Katherine sighed and obeyed as a wave of fatigue surged over her. Soon, her breathing shallowed as she drifted into a deep sleep within the dream. Freddy let out a long deep sigh, relieved that she was asleep. Her constant questioning was becoming too much. He glanced down at his burnt right hand in a glistening white light his glove reappeared back on his hand. His blades flicked slightly, and he lightly placed the edges of each blade on her left calf. Quickly, his thoughts began to meander as he mused over what he should do next. There was this lingering hope that Sandra would eventually fall asleep tonight. Though he was debating whether to keep Katherine away from her or not.
For now, he wanted to make it up to Katherine, his little girl. Perhaps cheer her up in some way. A vision of the garage from her foster home appeared before him and he smiled. Yes. He would place her there for a little while, she could spend some time drawing. Maybe he could entice her to draw those victims for him. Freddy smiled and brought his claw away from her calf to her left cheek and dexterously traced her cheekbone. With a quick kiss to her forehead, they both vanished from the ICU room.
. . .
Katherine's brown eyes slowly rolled opened and she found herself laying sprawled out on a large double bed. Her hands fell from her chest onto the bed, and she felt broken shards of ceramic scattered on the mattress. Frowning she sat up on the bed and saw that she was in her bedroom from her foster home. The sensation of wet liquid staining her medical gown made her squirm in disgust and she quickly clambered off the bed. Why was she here again? Her stomach flipped, a sickening feeling that her father was wanting to find out more of what had happened when she was in Central City. She staggered forward towards the door and opened the door, expecting to see him waiting for her. The landing was empty, she was alone. She descended the stairs and wearily looked into the living room. "Hello? Daddy?"
The ticking of the large grandfather clock in the corner room was the only sound. She groaned in frustration and turned back towards the bottom of the stairs, passing it into the large dining room and saw the door to the garage was slightly ajar, revealing a dim flickering light from within the room. She rushed towards the door and flung it opened, her eyes widening in surprise at various small white candles on ground along the edge of the room, against the wall facing her. In front of them were five art stands with canvases that had small A4 blank pages pinned to each canvas with metal paperclips.
Katherine stepped into the garage and walked towards the long table in the middle of the room, seeing her various types of paints and coloring pencils placed on the table for her. There was a large jug of water and a small wooden palette, with numerous thick brushes and a few liner brushes. All of them were new, ready to be used. She smiled. He had done this for her. Her father wanted her to paint. Painting was something that always made her happy and relaxed. Though, she knew from the other night in here that he had told her he had wanted her to paint for him. And she knew what it was. His victims. Her smile faded. The last thing she wanted was to be reminded of those corpses. Especially little Timmy and that tiny baby. However, she didn't want to piss him off.
She began to gather a bundle of brushes, inspecting them one by one and took three in her hands and then her eyes roamed over the types of paints - Acrylic, Oil, watercolor and gouache paints. Deciding on her choice she grabbed several various colors of watercolor-based paints and pushed the other ones to the far end of the table. She mixed various colors together and began to get to work. The tip of a thin liner paint brush and dipped it into a pale blue-ish white color and began to paint…
Katherine was lost in thought, concentrating sternly on the first painting of Jennifer. The girl's body was exactly like it was in the dream. The skin in the beginnings of decay, pale, bluish flesh. Skin flabby and loose, hi-lighted by various lines on the page. Her blond hair stained in blood. The pale flesh around her chest and breasts were gutted, deep reddish paint emphasizing the blood and muscle tissue. The organs were blackened and grey, in a state of decay. She lightly trailed the tip other brush over the right wrist of the girl, drawing two thin red lines to signify the laceration in her skin. Katherine had assumed she would be revolted and would be shaking when painting the first painting, but she was in a trance. Mesmerized by what she was doing.
She didn't know how long went by as she began to finish the last painting, knowing that time worked differently in the dream world. Her hands dropped the wooden palette and paint brush on the table and resignedly wiped at her hands on her paint speckled hospital gown. The garment was now stained with flecks of red, brown, beige and other various dark colors. She glanced behind her at the table and picked up a black pencil and then at the bottom of each painting the wrote in neat writing their names.
Jennifer. Zach. Ryan. Timmy. Hayley.
She had to admit to herself the last two drawings had been the most difficult to paint in all her life. But nonetheless she had completed them. After leaving the pencil back on the table she leaned against the rim of the edge of the wood and took slow deep breaths, becoming slightly drained. If she had taken tablets, was it affecting her strength. It was like she needed to rest, to lay down. Her eyes dropped shut and she inhaled long and hard, then slowly exhaled. After a few seconds she allowed her eyes to open and saw her father standing at the paintings, silently studying each one. He chuckled menacingly and turned to face her. "Good girl Katherine"
"I knew that was why you brought me here" Katherine murmured and gripped the edge of the table, the feeling of weakness continuing to overwhelm her. "You wanted me to paint them"
He grinned and whirled back to the paintings and lightly trailed his index blade over each corpse, reliving each kill in his mind. He knew that his attention would be turning towards Michael and the rest of them little shits. But would or should he tell her that? When she woke up would she warn the others if he did tell her of his new plans? He would have to be guarded about this. If only he had consumed enough souls to keep her in his coma for a little while longer or keep her permanently in a deep sleep.
He knew that news of Katherines suicide attempt would have reached Michael and the others by now and that would have put them on alert, and that Sandra and Donald would be warning them all to keep awake for as long as possible. Despite the last few nights being around Katherine in her dream he had discerned the odd time that a few of the little fucks had fallen asleep, albeit for a few hours each time. His impulse to go after them was growing more potent and perhaps in the next night or so he would act on that urge.
Freddy licked his lips with hunger at this thought and slowly turned back to Katherine as she continued to rest against the edge of the table. She lifted her wary gaze and saw him take a fleeting glance at the paintings, then with a click of his claw the pages from each art stand fluttered away across the room towards the new book of his victims that had just materialized. The booked was opened at the next blank page and soon each portrait of the corpses were placed on page after page, in order of when they were killed.
She averted her eyes back to Freddy and saw him approach her. Freddy looked briefly at the closed garage door as it creaked open, a metallic screech echoing in the dimly lit room. A presence began to tug at his mind. Someone was sleeping, slipping into the dreamworld. He smirked in delight. That bitch was dreaming. Finally. Katherine saw the pleased smirk that crossed his lips. "What is it?"
Freddy fully turned to her and gone was his smirk, and in its place was a cruel grin. A wayward gleam flashed in his eyes, and he took a few quick steps towards her. She intuitively pressed her body against the rim of the table. She winced as Freddy grasped her right arm and leaned in close, arching his upper chest over hers as she bent backwards. He raised his metal talons and reached down towards her face and trailed the tips of the metal along her hair, then down the side of her throat. His face dipped forward slowly, and he pressed his rutted lips against her right ear. "I want you to play along, baby girl"
"What?" Katherine frowned confusedly.
His grip tightened on her arm, and she trembled as his bladed claw leisurely traced the side of her arm and then waist, dropping lower to the rim of her hospital gown. Katherine shook her head in discord as the tips of the blades curled under the fabric and yanked the material up her shaking legs. "Stop!"
Freddy titled his head back and gave her a roguish smile. He lightly tapped the edge of each blade along her outer thigh and then glided them along the meaty flesh of her thigh, reaching in between her legs. She tried to lift her arms but felt a force pinning them to her sides. "Stop. Please!"
"We're only playing a little game on someone" he teased her flesh with the blades and trailed them higher towards the apex of her thighs. She went taut as he lowered his face into the crook of her neck. His throat vibrated as he chortled against her flesh, relishing in the rising fear that flowed from her. Katherine stared blankly at the ceiling and held back a whimper as his lips and teeth latched upon her neck, sucking and licking. She let out a small yelp as his scarred hand slammed down on her clothed right breast, rubbing and groping it for a few seconds.
A thick drool of saliva dripped from his lips as Freddy pulled his face from her throat and turned his face towards the opened garage door. "Where are you, bitch?"
Katherine's jaw dropped opened and she glared at him, "What's going on?"
Freddy glimpsed at her and then he heard the faint sound of high-heeled shoes clicking on the concrete walkway outside. His charred lips curled upwards into a predatory grin. At last, she was here. He released his grasp on Katherine's breast and withdrew his blades from underneath the fabric of her blue hospital gown, then in a quick swift move he grasped her throat and hauled her to her feet. She shrieked in surprise, and he smiled. "Remember, we're just playing!"
Katherine began to respond, but she was swung around, and he fiercely pressed her back against his chest. His left arm curled around the back of her upper left thigh and dipped under the rim of her gown, and she groaned as he began to thrust his fingers inside of her for a few seconds. She screamed and tried to thrash against him. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
He chuckled against her hair. "That's it princess. Play along"
She felt his fingers slide out of her and the feel of steel arched around her throat made her still her movements. It was only a few seconds later when she heard a figure approach the garage doors. Freddy sniggered quietly in her ear and brought his scarred hand from under her garment towards her clothed breast once more. He sluggishly began to massage her breast as the figure entered into view. Katherine gasped and stared in panic as Sandra moved into the entranceway of the garage.
Sandra glowered in the dimly lit room at Freddy, barely seeing his scarred face beneath the shadowy rim of his fedora hat. But she could smell the stench of burnt flesh and see the sharp blades as they grasped Katherine's throat. The young woman shivered in her father's hold. Sandra took a slow step forward then paused as Freddy dragged Katherine back a few feet, his assault on her breast never ceasing. Freddy growled gutturally, and then leered. "If it isn't the little sneak's mother. Dr Turner" his clawed tightened sharply around Katherine's throat.
Sandra's blue eyes narrowed in aversion at the monster before her. "Let her go Freddy"
He shook his head in disagreement, then ceased his molestation of Katherine's breast. His hand then swooped down to left side of her quivering hip and clutched it, "I don't think so" he growled. "She's mine!"
Katherine groaned in disgust as she felt him press hard into her back side and then lewdly grinded himself against her for a moment. This vile act didn't go unnoticed by Sandra who took a few more steps into the room. Then there was a low hum, a crackle of electricity as the lightbulb above them flickered on to illuminate the room and to reveal Freddy in full to her.
Sandra gasped in revulsion at the devastation the fire had on his skin. Thick red, brownish melted scars and burns marred his whole face, his hand. His eyes were blood-shocked, his blue eyes scowled in her direction, and he slowly revealed his rotten blackened teeth in a vicious smile. Then in a slow deliberate fashion he slipped out his black blistered tongue and ran it along the arch of Katherine's neck, his eyes never once leaving Sandra's as he let out a low moan.
Sandra recoiled slightly in abhorrence. "My god…"
"You're looking at him, bitch!" Freddy snarled in his deep, coarse voice.
She swallowed thickly and tried to control her growing apprehension. Her eyes darted to the left as she finally saw the opened book on the table. Then in a flash the book slammed shut. Freddy sneered at her. There was no way he would allow that slut to see those pages of his new victims. That would ruin everything, and the game would be up.
Sandra daringly took a few steps forward, but then froze as she saw Krueger's blades press against Katherine's throat, above her jugular. "Uh-uh…" he shook his head. "Not another step!"
"What is it, Freddy? Huh?" Sandra began. "Does it make you feel like a man, to abuse your own daughter? Just like you did when you were alive, you fucker!"
"Ah, but you see, you stupid bitch, it wasn't abuse!" Freddy challenged and smirked darkly. "My little girl never once complained. She loved me touching her as a child"
Katherine sobbed softly and tried to shake her head in discord at this sickening statement. A few tears trickled down her face as Freddy's coarse lips brusquely mockingly kissed her cheek. Sandra's lips curled into a snarl of rage at the mocking kiss he gave her. She defiantly shot back. "If you want to terrorize someone, then why don't you pick on me instead of Katherine, you bastard!"
Freddy glimpsed briefly at Katherine then back to Sandra and soon a vile grin crossed his face. His glove loosened its vice grip on Katherine's neck as he replied. "If you say so, bitch!"
Katherine shrieked as he shoved her violently away from him. Her body crashed into one of the art stands, the wood splintering and cracking under her weight. Freddy zealously flexed his blades and advanced towards Sandra, who spun and ran from the garage into the barren, darkened street. Katherine groaned and rolled onto her knees, panting with fear and with a whimper she clambered to her feet and rushed from the garage.
. . .
Sandra's blue eyes slowly wavered opened as she found herself standing in a long hospital corridor. The pungent smelt of disinfectant lingered in the air. Her eyes furrowed slightly in confusion, why she was here and where this place was? The last thing she remembered was running down the sidewalk of Glendale Avenue and then suddenly blacking out. She slowly began to walk down the corridor, passing by various patient rooms, seeing a few faces that she hadn't seen years. Fromw hen worked in Hillview Children's Hospital. This was the ward that occupied several teenagers who were suffering from depression and anxiety disorders. It was where she held a position five years ago. Was Krueger going to use something against her? She frowned, pondering what it would be?
Her feet slowed to a stop as she heard a voice talking to themselves from a room about several feet down to her right. Sandra took a shaky breath and walked towards the doorway and peered inside, seeing a figure of a young girl with short bobbed blond hair and dressed in hospital garments of jogging bottoms and plain t-shirt that had the initials embroidered on the top right-hand corner of the t-shirt. The girl saw sullenly on her bed, muttering and chatting to herself incoherently. Sandra gulped harshly and took another step closer to the room, and then she fully saw the girl's young face. It was her old patient, fourteen-year-old Ruth Patterson. As she tried to take a step backwards, a powerful force propelled her into the room and the door slammed shut behind her. She scrambled to her feet and whirled around expecting to see Krueger lunging at her. But it was only her and the apparition of Ruth. She took a step back towards the door, watching in dread as the girl rise from the bed and reached underneath the mattress to pull out a long thick scalpel. Something Sandra had found out later after this event that the girl had secretly stole from the medical room that morning. It was a day in her career that had caused her incredible heartache as this girl was under her care for nearly six months. The fucker Freddy was using this memory against her, to heighten her fear, her regret and pain.
Sandra spun around towards the door and tugged at the handle desperately trying to get out of the room, away form this situation. She whirled back to Ruth and shook her head in discord as the girl began to raise the tip of the to her throat. Without a second to lose Sandra ran around the bed towards her, trying to grab for the girl's wrist, but she flew through her like she was a mirage. Sandra shrieked and slammed into the wall, her head thumping hard against the concrete. Her body slid to the floor, and she twisted around at the very moment Ruth yanked the tip of the metal across her throat, slicing open her flesh. Sandra screamed as the girl convulsed, gargling as she collapsed to her knees.
It had been four years since this horrific incident occurred. Sandra had honestly thought Ruth was making progress in their therapy treatments, she seemed cheery in her attitude, positive. But she had underestimated the extensive damage that Ruth's mother had caused her. The years of physical violence and the psychological abuse had become too much for the girl. Despite everything that Sandra and the other doctors had tried to do for the girl, she had given up hope.
Sandra sobbed in dismay as she rose to her feet, looming over the corpse as they continued to gag and cough. Spluttering up blood. Then with a low gargle, Ruth's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she fell back onto the floor with a low thud. Staring sombrely at the girl, Sandra gradually began to walk around the lifeless body passing by the chest of drawers. She tried to avoid the girl's inert face, but she heard a low groaning sound and finally allowed her eyes to drop towards the corpse. Ruth's eyes rolled opened and stared up at her, an abominable smile spread across their bloodied lips as they twitched and flipped over onto their stomach.
Sandra took a few cautious steps away from Ruth as her cadaver pushed herself to her feet, their voice was the exact same as Sandra remembered. Soft and low. "You didn't care, did you? You just left her to kill herself!"
"You're not real" Sandra hissed.
Ruth chuckled and approached her, but Sandra maintained the distance between them. "You really think you can save her?" Ruth sneered and for a moment Sandra saw rotten teeth behind her lips.
Sandra shivered in dread as the skin on Ruth's face began to peel away, like incisions were being created and the flesh was being stripped away. "No one can save her! You see…" soon the skin on Ruth's youthful face was pulled apart, showing thick burns underneath. "Katherine doesn't want to be saved!"
Sandra could only watch in horror as the skin continued to shed away from the girl's body, as Freddy finished transforming in her place with his bladed claw materializing on his right hand as he raised it high. The fabric of the t-shirt and jogging bottoms shredded away, plucks of thread turning into the red and green sweater, and black trousers.
Her instincts kicked in as she saw him swing his blades down towards her face. She screamed and threw her body to the left; the blades slicing the air and slashed a few strands of her long blond hair from her head. Freddy swirled around as she ran from him and flung opened the door. She rushed blindly into a long-darkened corridor, thick steam billowed around her, and a thick wave of heat washed over her body.
Sandra swirled around and stared in awe at the various metal catwalks, gangways and stairs that loomed above her. She stood in the intersection of four corridors. The thunderous metallic rumblings of furnaces and boilers echoed around her as she gathered her bearings. She had never been in this place before, but she had heard stories of the power plant. This was the place where her son nearly died at the hands of that fucker, where Freddy was torched to death and where all those poor little children had their lives ended too soon and in so many horrid ways. She slowly swirled around, wondering how would she able to wake up? She knew now that coming into the dream was a bad idea.
Her breathing gradually became laboured, the intense heat overwhelming her as she took a shaky intake of breath. Then she heard it, footsteps. But she could not distinguish from what direction, from what corridor. Soon, soft harmonious voices of young children began to pierce through the metal rumblings of the furnaces. Their voices singing the haunting jump rope song that Michael and Nancy had mentioned to her.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, gonna stay up late…"
There was a long eerie silence until she heard deep, raspy breathing from all around as Freddy's dark, demonic voice finished the rhyme. "Nine, ten, never sleep again"
A roar of rage erupted from behind her, and she screamed, ducking out of the way as Freddy lunged form the shadows. Again, his blades missed her body by inches as she fell to the floor on her hands and knees. She abruptly twisted around and saw him crouching behind her and he lifted his talons, posed to strike again. But she struck out hard with her right foot, the tip of her stiletto heel digging into his chest, and she jerked it out and jabbed him again with a cry of aversion. Freddy snarled and reached for her legs, but she clambered out of his arms and stumbled to her feet, staggering away. Her body slammed into a thick brick wall that she knew should not be there.
Freddy chuckled and rapaciously stalked towards her; this was it. The end for this fucking cunt. He flicked his blades and elevated his claw…
A scream rang out of nowhere as a figure sprang from the darkness to Sandra's left and pushed the woman out of the way, at the precise moment Freddy's glove soared down towards the woman's chest. The blades missed the figure and scraped hard against the brown brick, creating four long incisions. Freddy cursed in rage and twirled around and snarled as Katherine stood between him and Sandra.
Katherine glanced behind her at Sandra and gesticulated her to move backwards. She then turned back to her father. "Leave her alone!"
Freddy grounded his teeth in ire and flicked his blades, pointing at her sharply. "Get out of my way princess!"
She shuffled backwards, as did Sandra. Katherine took another glance behind her and motioned with a nod of her head at a scalding hot pipe attached to the wall to their left. Sandra's eyes darted to the pipe, knowing what Katherine was silently telling her to do.
It was apparent to Freddy too. He waved a blade at his daughter in dissention. "You know what will happen to you, if you allow that bitch to wake up Katherine! You fucking know!"
"I don't care!" Katherine replied defiantly.
He sneered, finally recognizing how she genuinely cared for that bitch Sandra. But it was because of the connection she had with Michael. How much she cared for him and how much his mother meant to him. Before he could react, Katherine viciously shoved Sandra away and shouted, "Wake up! Now!"
Sandra slammed her left palm down on the pipe and quicky vanished from the dream…
. . .
She jolted up on her leather seat in her office, breathing heavily and quickly looked down at her left hand. A look of dismay crossed her face as she was expecting to see a burn mark on her skin. But it was normal, not sign of injury. Sandra ignored this sense of confusion and sprang to her feet, rushing from the office towards the ICU award.
. . .
Katherine inched away form her father as he advanced towards her, his eyes shining red with fury at being denied Sandra. His voice was deep as he growled. "You little bitch! I fucking had her!"
He slapped her hard with his left hand and she toppled to the ground, her body still weakened. She sluggishly began to crawl away, but he tutted and approached her once more. "Where do you think you're going to? You disobedient little brat!"
She screamed as he pounced upon her and flipped her onto her back, straddling her waist in once swift move. Katherine weakly tried to squirm beneath him but instantly froze as he raised his blades, "What is it? huh? Do you like disobeying me? Do you like me beating the fucking shit out of you, is that it?"
Katherine sniffled and shook her head. "No"
"Maybe I should do something else to you…" he gripped her right thigh and shoved it apart, then forced his knee in between both legs, to push apart her left leg apart. She shook her head and begged. "No, please-"
"Shut up!" he barked, and her head whipped to the left from the impact of his palm across her face. Her eyes welled with fresh years and then she felt a prickling sensation over her skin, coursing through every muscle and she gradually pulled her sobbing face back to his. He had now appeared taller, bigger. She quicky looked down at her own body and saw that her limbs were smaller, scrawnier. Her breasts were gone, not yet formed on her young body. Her face quivered in dread. "No…" her voice was softer, tender, childlike. "No, daddy!"
Freddy gave a menacing sneer and shoved the rim of her blue gown up around her little thighs, then ran his scarred hand over her small thighs, teasing her. She sobbed and vehemently shook her head and heard a zip being pulled down. Her little hands curled into tight fists, and she frantically began to slam them against his lean chest. "No! Stop! Please stop!"
He slammed his glove around her throat, pinning her to the ground as she continued to sob. Pleading him to stop. "Please daddy! I'm sorry!"
Her pleas were ignored by him as his rational part of his mind was lost, conquered by the dark, corrupt and sadistic part of his soul. The part of him that he had shown to the children when he was alive. When he was raping and butchering them. Now, he was going to show it to her. He had to. His hand gripped her gaunt right thigh and spread it further apart. She screamed again, her innocent soft voice penetrating into his mind. "Stop daddy! Please! I'm sorry! I love you! I love you!"
Freddy shifted his hips forward, readying himself as her voice was unrelenting…
"I love you daddy!" her big brown eyes implored, boring into his icy blue ones. "Please daddy! I love you! I love you!"
His eyes that were cloudy with malevolent intent began to soften, changing slowly. A sense of recognition of what he was going to do to her. Something that he had always promised that he would never do. He clamped his eyes shut and pulled his zip up, growling and grumbling to himself. As he opened his eyes, her body reverted to her true adult form. Her brown eyes were still brimming with tears as she began to sob, breathing heavily. Freddy leaned back and with a curse he brought his left hand down against her cheek in a sharp abrupt slap, making her vanish beneath him…
. . .
Sandra sat at Katherines' bedside; her mind wrecked with worry as she eyed the EEG screen. Seeing the line indicating her dream patterns jolting and spiking frantically. She had contemplated on phoning Michael and asking him to get in contact with Kristen to enter the Katherine's dream. But wisely decided against it. She couldn't dare risk the young girls' life. Her only hope was that Katherine would wake up soon from her coma. She had quickly inspected the girl's arms and legs, her chest and stomach for any sign of injury. But to her relief there was not a scratch. Michael was right, Freddy must have lost his powers…
. . .
Katherine landed with a thud as she materialized mid-air in her father's secret room in their old home. She rolled onto her stomach and wildly looked about the room. Thankfully she was alone. But for how long?
She weakly pushed herself to her feet and teetered forward towards the bench and leaned against it, then she turned towards the door seeing that it was shut. She knew that it was locked, he was keeping her here. With a sigh she walked unsteadily back into the corner of the room and slid down against the wall tucking under legs under her arms. A tremble shook her body as she deliberated what could have happened. Would he have been so sinful to do that to her? Rape her as child?
She had seen the ravenous look on his face when her little apparition in her dream in the courtyard a few days ago. But never had she once believed he would even consider doing that. Her stomach lurched and she fell forward, coughing and spitting up a mouthful of bile. She wiped at her mouth and again leaned against the wall, pondering how long she would be in this coma? She just wanted to wake up, as she was terrified at what he would do to her if he didn't calm himself down. Maybe rescuing Sandra was a bad idea. But deep down she had some sense of devotion and care towards Sandra. And she also knew that if Sandra were to die, then Michael would be distraught.
There was a sudden metal clang as the door was swung opened and she yelped, springing to her feet as Freddy entered the room. A click of a lightbulb coming on illuminated the room and she watched with apprehension as he stalked towards her. He cupped her chin with his left hand and tipped her shaking face up to his and sighed in aggravation. "What am I going to do with you? Mmm?" he glared at her. "I had that slut. But you had to go and fuck it up!"
"I'm sorry- "
He flicked his blades and waved a blade in a threatening manner in front of her face. Silencing her.
His fingers dug into her flesh on her chin and her eyes began to water at the sharp pain that he was inflicting on her. Freddy slowly lifted his claw to the side of her face and lightly tapped his blades on her pale skin. "I'm disappointed in you baby girl"
Her bottom lip pouted out sadly, then she gathered her courage to ask. "Why…?"
She saw his eyes constrict in simmering rage and she paused. Waiting. He took a deep breath and with a quick nod of his head she knew he would allow her to continue. "Why did you stop?"
Freddy let go of her face and backed away, to turn towards the bench. His eyes landed upon the two black books of his victims from his living life, and he pointed at them with a blade as he explained. "When I was alive, I didn't care about them. The other children. All those little girls, I just used them. They mean nothing to me! When I abused them, touched them and fucked them I didn't care about what they were going through. I just cared about myself, my own pleasure"
Katherine grew taut as he turned towards her and moved the blade in her direction, pointing at her. "But as for you, I just couldn't do THAT to you. Oh, I may have changed you there to a little girl…and I was so close to doing that to you. And even when I was alive, I had contemplated it once or twice…." He stepped closer to her and gently tipped her face up with a blade to stare into her tear-streamed eyes. "But in the end, I could never do that to you. You were very special to me princess when you were a little girl. You still are baby. You are part of me. And despite every fucked-up thing I do to you, I do love you. You understand that don't you?"
"I know that daddy" she nodded once. "I love you too"
He flashed a pleased smile. Then his voice and body posture turned stern. "Now, I am going after them fucks! All of them. Nancy, Glenn, Kristen, Michael. Every single one of them. Including that bitch, Sandra. Starting tonight"
Her eyes enlarged in fear. "Now?"
He chuckled darkly and withdrew his claw from her shivering face. "Yes. Now. But you better not get in my way sweetheart. Don't you fucking dare think of trying to stop me!"
"I won't daddy"
He flashed her a vicious grin and brusquely kissed her clammy forehead. As he turned away, he began to approach the doorway then stopped, craning his head over shoulder towards her and raised his gloved hand. He then curled his index blade at her, summoning her to follow. "C'mon princess!"
"You want me to go with you?" Katherine swallowed thickly with dread. "Why?"
"You're going to watch!" Freddy cackled at her expression of dread. "Now, come on! Let's not keep the little piggy waiting!"
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