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Warlockgal-You get 4 points for knowing Brighid is Celtic!

Retribution

"What happened?"

My head jerked up; Kurt was sitting in a chair at the foot of my hospital bed, I had no idea how long he'd been there. I quickly pulled the blanket over the bloodstained sheet and hid my hand.

"Are you okay?" Kurt stood up and moved to sit next to me.

"Yeah, I-I just cut my hand that's all." I said dismissively leaning back and resting my elbow on the pillow.

"On what?" His green eyes narrowed.

"I cut myself on one of my fingernails." I lied. "I really need to clip them." I added stupidly.

"Whatever, let me see."

"No!" I struggled as he grabbed my hands.

"Bullshit. No nail of yours could make this." he held my left palm up to my face. I looked away. "Did you do this to yourself?" he demanded.

"Well in a way." I said quietly.

Kurt shook his head muttering, "Jesus."

"Not on purpose! It was an accident!" I shouted pulling away clutching my hand protectively to my breast.

"Accident?!"

I lost what little patience I had to begin with.

"YES damn it! I cut my hand by bumping into this!" I retrieved the glove and shoved it into his lap.

Kurt's eyes widened.

"Now do you believe me?"

"Where did you get this?" He asked examining it.

"A friend." I mumbled.

"What kind of friend gives you this?"

"God, what is this, twenty questions?! None of your damn business! Leave me the hell alone!" I screamed taking the glove back and damn near cutting him in the process. "Leave!" I ordered pointing to the door with my bloodied hand.

"I'm going to get the doctor, you'll have an awful scar otherwise." he said standing, he looked back at me one last time before he left the room closing the door behind him.

Closing my eyes, I took a breath letting it out sharply.

"I have to get out of here." I said grabbing my boots and putting them on quickly. I checked my appearance in a mirror on the wall beside the door. I had bed hair and other than that and my bloody hand which I could conceal, I figured I could sneak out of the hospital unnoticed. I then picked up the glove and stuck it in my pocket, blades poking out, gladly I was wearing a shirt long enough so I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing it.

I snuck out of my room and down the hall avoiding all of the personnel I had met previously. Luckily an ambulance had arrived and most of the staff in my area of escape had left to help out.

I left the hospital facility and found a bus; I had to get as far away from there as possible. Sitting at the back I examined my hand. Kurt had been right, I was going to have a scar, and if I didn't clean the wound it would most likely become infected. I instantly visualized my palm a greenish purple oozing puss and having to have it amputated, I shivered. I then imagined my left arm minus the hand, which I found thoroughly amusing. But where was I going to go? Not home that was for sure. I frowned thinking of the events the previous afternoon.

"Why mom?" What had I done that made her hate me so? The only thing I could think of was the fact that I had been born but then why hadn't she had an abortion? Or given me up for adoption? I sighed, thinking of my birth made me wonder, where was my father? If I found out who he was maybe I could go live with him. That was very unlikely though, if the police find me they'll put me in a home. If only I knew some relatives of mom's I could see if they'd take me in. It frustrated me that I didn't know any or any friends of mother's who could take care of me.

"I know someone." A little voice inside my head said.

"Who?" I asked myself.

"Freddy."

My brow furrowed, "But I only see him in my dreams, he's not real."

"What about the glove that's real isn't it? You certainly aren't crazy." I placed my hand over the glove; yes it was real. The cut on my hand added to the proof.

"Well I guess you're right Freddy would take care of me, he's always been there when I needed him most. But he's in my dreams, if I could get him out or myself in then maybe it would work..." If I could find a way to sleep forever, yeah. That was it! I needed to fall asleep and I'd tell Freddy my idea and we could figure out a way to make it work!

"You know how crazy that sounds?" The other voice in my head, the logical one, said.

"Yeah, but what have I got to lose? Nothing, so it's worth a try." My mind made up I got off at the next stop. I'd have to find a place where I could sleep without drawing attention to myself, some place like a homeless shelter...

"Katherine." Freddy sang, his hollow laughter engulfing her.

Maggie lifted her head and looked around, "He's come for me."

She stood up and looked around her prison cell for something she could use as a weapon.

"Fat chance." She laughed inwardly. "I'll have to try what I did last time. Except we're in a dream this go round and there's no way I can wake myself up. And that oh so little fact of not having any weapons." She jumped upon hearing his claws scraping the bars. She moved to her cell door looking up and down the hall; he wasn't visible but she knew he would be soon.

"Boo." He said appearing in front of her, their noses nearly touching. He cackled as she jumped back and readied her fists.

"Ooo I'm scared. You aren't as young as you used to be." He said grinning as he circled her.

"Damn him." Maggie thought, "He's right. I don't stand a chance this time, I'm at two major disadvantages." Maggie bit her lip as she watched him warily.

As much as Freddy enjoyed killing his victims slowly and entertainingly his patience was a thread towards his offspring and he couldn't wait any longer. He had to kill her now or he would snap. But he did contain enough self-control to keep in mind her death had to look like a suicide so he resisted the urge to lash out and slice her with his blades.

"He's taking much to long, what's he thinking?" Barely a second after, she found out.

Freddy lunged, grabbing her by the throat, he squeezed the air from her windpipe but left just enough for her to ache for more. Maggie fought with what strength remained after neglect and age had taken their toll, kicking and clawing at the wrist that held her. Freddy continued to grin as he watched her futile retaliation. He let go of her and with his other hand held her by her hair, his smile widened as he watched her gasp for air one last time. Then Freddy shoved his daughter's head into the pillow on her cot and he held it there waiting happily until her life had been extinguished. A great weight had been lifted from him and now that Sarah trusted him again it would only be a matter of time until he could get back to his Children. More importantly that bitch Lori.

Lori raised her head from her desk, her eyes darting around her dorm; all was the way it had been before she had fallen asleep. She rubbed her temples and out of habit she reached for her Pepsi and downed a Hypnocil. Then she turned the volume up on her stereo, took a breath and picking up her pencil she resumed her homework.

~*~*~To be continued~*~*~

A/N: F.Y.I. Maggie was in her thirties their first encounter and this time she's in her late forties. Yowza. This is according to my unknown resource. I need to find that freakin website again.... Review please, I live for them!