Disclaimers, ratings, name, etc can be found in prologue

Author's Notes:

Pmad - Ooooooo! You asked a lot of interesting questions I get to answer!

1::You bet all the girls are gonna meet up, but let me give ya all a little hint now, while I'm introducing the girls thus far and focusing on them, I'm gonna let you know here there's a twist coming up…none of them are my main protagonist!


2::See? I knew you were a Maggie/Katherine fan! LOL! As if your fics weren't a give away, speaking of, you'll love this Chapter as it features her! But to the question, I wasn't exactly going to say he interfered with his daughter the way I think you're suggesting because I didn't necessarily want to shoot for that idea persay.

In fact, when it comes to Maggie/Katherine, I write Freddy as being a bit torn - this is his daughter after all and he doesn't know what he'd really rather do - kill her or get her to join him a.k.a. corrupt her…though he is leaning towards killing these days considering she not only betrayed and abandoned him twice but blew him up!

Now, while he was a child molester, nothing was suggested (that I saw) in any of the films that he, in fact, molested her. This does not, by any means, mean it was not a possibility. On the contrary, I can see it but I have chosen not to use that idea at this time. Instead I'm taking a different approach as you'll see in later chapters.

Now our warnings…

WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE

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Chapter 6

Maggie caught her breath and tried to still her frantically beating heart. For several moments she stood with her hand clutching her chest, unmoving. Eventually her eyes fell on the same phone that had fallen out of her fingertips.

It was an old fashioned piece affixed to the wall, currently hanging innocently from its cord, almost mocking her as it swung back and forth like a pendulum, the dial tone bleating out of it. She reached out and caught it, bringing it up to her ear. She twirled and twisted the dial, calling the number of her longtime colleague and one of her best friends, Doc.

The moment he heard the tone of her voice he knew something was wrong. She wouldn't elaborate, only begged him to come over. Soon enough he was at her doorstep and she pointed meekly to the television.

"I was eating breakfast and…the package came yesterday and…yes it was strange, sure, but I'm living in a foreign country for god's sake and it isn't like this is the first time I've received something strange in the mail. I mean, you know what we do over here, Doc, it's not unusual…funny things arriving for me in the mail or odd phone calls - it's all a part of my job. Troubled teens are never sure of how to ask for help, how to express themselves and-"

"Maggie, you're rambling, I don't understand you," Doc said kindly, "Now you say you received some strange package?"

"A video," she whispered, her hand dropping back to her side, "It's in the VCR…I can't bear to see it again but…I think you should…I need your help with it, your advice and - and I need to know I'm not crazy and…and," tears were in her eyes now, "I want you to watch it and tell me it's not true."

"Maggie…you're shaking," Doc replied with worry, reaching out and rubbing her arms, offering a friendly smile of reassurance, "Now it can't be all that bad."

"It can," she gasped, rubbing away the tears in her eyes, "It's my father."

Doc pulled his hands away, his face hard and serious, "Are you sure?"

"Just watch the tape," she said, pointing at the set again.

Doc walked over reluctantly. He pushed play on the VCR and Maggie squeezed her eyes shut tightly, covering her ears. She tried to block it all out but she could still pick it up in the background, fresh tears welling at the sound of the little girl's pitiful screams. The sound was even more harrowing the second time.

Soon enough she heard the familiar sound of static and a vicious curse. Doc turned and looked at Maggie, his sympathy going out to the woman who tried so hard to be strong. It had not been that long ago since he had become aquainted with her, since they had defeated Freddy Krueger, sending him straight to hell.

It was during that fiasco that they had discovered Maggie had had a second life, that she had been born none other than Katherine Krueger, Freddy's daughter, his last known living relative. In the aftermath of that explosive situation, there had been questions to answer and mourning for friend's departed.

When Doc had received a lucrative job offer overseas, he had potioned for Maggie to come with him and she had been more than eager to leave the land that had brought her so much pain and horror.

In time, after a lot of hard work and much needed healing, she had managed to scrape her life back together despite how broken it had become. She had eventually made peace with her adopted parents who had lied to her about her background and she had even managed to bury the memories of her real father, the memory of him beating her mother to death.

She found a rather spacious home for herself in Paris, not far from the Eiffel Tower and had suffered nary a peep of trouble for all this time. Her work was fulfilling, she was making good money, and Doc lived right down the street, offering his counsel and friendship when needed.

And by simply pushing play on an unsuspecting video, she had destroyed everything.

Doc watched as she rubbed at her eyes first then her temples, at last she spoke, "God…he's back."

"I know what I saw," Doc gasped, "But I can't believe…he can't be."

"He is. I can feel it…I know it." She whispered, her eyes holding a haunted look.

"But we killed him!"

"Doesn't matter," Maggie breathed, suddenly exhausted. Silence reigned again as her hands now found their way into her short black hair, running through it, eventually she release the breath she'd been holding, "Okay, okay…get it together, get it together," she berated herself, "All right, so…we saw him on a videotape, what does that mean?"

Doc scowled, "It means we've got to deal with the fact that not only is he back, but he has power again. And a great deal if he managed to make and send this tape. How he managed to do so is mind boggling…he lives almost extensively on the dreamscape, how could he have managed to send this…maybe he projected it? But how…"

Maggie shuddered, "Did you see the girl? The red ribbons…that's directed at me. Right at me."

"The girl," Doc repeated, "Dear god! Do you think…"

"Don't even say it," Maggie begged.

He continued undeterred, "She looked real, Maggie and the way she was reacting-"

Maggie shook her head vehemently, "No, no that's not possible! He can't hold a girl in the dreamscape like that…"

"Actually he can," Doc said stiffly, "You managed to drag him out, Maggie. Who's to say he can't drag someone in? The girl fell asleep and he took her. She's most likely comatose from the experience now, conceivably in a hospital but still technically alive… trapped in his world, his - his twisted playground. "

He spit out the last part disgusted, "And she will be, until he wishes to release her. Which I get the feeling he won't. You heard what he said, he has her trapped in there and he's threatening to do the same to us, that's an open invitation, Maggie. He wants us to come after him, to try and save the girl."

"We can't…we just can't go after him, can we?" Maggie said, trembling, hating herself for giving into her fear, "We survived once but a second time?"

She shook her head once more, hissing between her teeth. "That bastard. Red fucking ribbons."

"It's really up to you, Maggie but I think…I think we have to do whatever we can. Yes, it's a trap, we know that but if he is truly holding a girl…and even if he isn't, even if it is one of his tricks, we can't just let him run around loose and free. He will kill again and having the knowledge we do…"

He paused, shaking his head, resigned, "I don't know about you, but for me the guilt would be catastrophic if I didn't even attempt to stop him and he killed some poor, innocent person. It's your decision as to what you do, but as for myself…"

Doc didn't even have to finish his sentence, and she didn't let him. She held up a hand, silencing him as she turned and looked at him then around her home, her nice little, quiet place in beautiful Paris. She had worked so hard for all of this. So hard for a good, normal life despite all that had happened in her past.

And she was sick to death of her father, of her fears. She had worked too hard and too long to lose all of this now. With crossed arms and one raised eyebrow she said succinctly, "Pack your bags, we're taking the first flight back to Springwood."