Authors note: Hey, Cause a lot of people seemed to like Daddys' Girl I
decided to write another fic based on Kathryn Krueger. This is the
prologue wich picks up in the middle of the movie. Kinda boring, but I'm
tired and it will get better. Anyway I don't own anything blah blah blah.
R&R!
Gasping, the words slipped out of his mouth accompanied by a bubble of blood. "It's not a boy.It's a-" He choked on the blood, his eyes rolling back into their sockets. With a final shudder he slipped away, leaving his body behind.
Maggie Burroughs stared in shock, her skin crawling as she held the dead boys head. He was dead. He was really fucking dead. She hadn't really believed in Fred Krueger, not until then.
Sure she'd seen things, but there was always a rational explaination. Spencer was just high and unfortunatly fell down the stairs and died. Carlos.well Carlos ran away. After all, she'd never seen his body. Even when Tracy told her about Fred she didn't believe. Tracy was just an unbalanced teen who was prone to exaggerating things. All she really needed was guidance.
But then John died. And Maggie couldn't deny anymore. People didn't just randomly turn into human pin cushions and get punctured by invisible objects.
"Lets go!"
Maggie heard Tracy call, but she ignored the frantic teenager. This boy was dead, and Springwood was still as big of a mystery as ever. Well not really. Part of her had figured it out all ready. Part of her knew, but she was desperately trying to find an different explaination. So Freddy had a kid, it could be anyone. The water tower, she could just associate all water towers with that repressed memory. The crazy woman at the orphange recognized her, but also half a dozen other people. It wasn't related at all. Not one bit.
It was just the crazy part of her thinking.
For as long as she could remember there had always been a little part of her that rebelled against the normal. The part that loved the sight of blood, mostly her own, and all things 'wrong'. She'd ignored the wild impulses but they were always there.
She could have saved Spencer, she knew she could have. But she didn't. And she was 'sad' he was dead, but she didn't regret not saving him.
"Maggie, please!"
This time she felt the hand on her shoulder, trying to drag her away from John's body. Reluctantly she released her hold and stumbled after tracy towards the van.
Tracy had already thrown herself in as Maggie reached for the door. A sudden feeling swamped her senses and she missed the handle completely, slumping into the door instead. It felt like trying to breath underwater, she was choking but there was nothing there. A sharp pain wrenched through her body and she had the distinct feeling she was being ripped apart.
For a second she wasn't herself anymore, her feelings and thoughts someone elses. She caught flashes of pain, emtional and physical, of loss. Her vision coloured red with hatred, but she had no idea why.
Then as quick as it had come it was gone. She was herself and nothing was different. Or so she thought. Not time had passed and Tracy was still clamouring to leave. Dazed, Maggie climbed into the van and left Springwood for good.
**** Laughing to himself Fred Krueger waved his clawed hand as his daughter and that teenage bitch drove away. Kathryn would soon be his again, there would be new sould to steal and he could just lounge around. Part of him wished he could do it himself. But at least he would have his daughter again. ****
With the trials and tribulations of the day Tracy had finally given in and fallen asleep. With her knees pulled up to her cheast and her head resting on the window she was sleeping peacefully. After all, Maggie was watching over her.
The youth worker was indeed watching over her, but not quite the way Tracy thought.
Confusion clouded Maggie's brain and she fought to keep concentrated on the road. The alien feeling had left her feeling violated, yet strangly empowered. She felt like she could do anything and get away with it.
Her eyes slipped away from the road and onto Tracy's sleeping form. 'I could just kill her and no one would know' Some irrational voice inside of her commented. She knew it was true. People at the shelter trusted her word, and who would care anyway? Tracy didn't belong to anyone, it wouldn't matter.
Unaware, she pulled the vehicle over and sat quietly considering things. Slowly she reached over and opened the dashboard compartment. A some maps fell out and a bunch of other things. Lying hidden at the back lay a shiny red pocket knife, which Maggie drew out. Detached she drew the lagest blade out and ran it across her finger. It bit into her skin, draping blood as she pulled it away. Tracy shifted and groaned pulling Maggie out of the trance she'd been in. She snapped the knife closed and let it fall into her jacket pocket.
"Why are we pulled over?" Tracy asked as Maggie attemped to shove everything back into the tiny compartment.
"Had to check the map" She replied absently. She was marvelling at how easily she'd let that part of her take over, the crazy part. It was screaming for her to take out the knife and use it. But she ignored it, pulling the van onto the road and continuing back to the shelter.
-To be continued-
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Gasping, the words slipped out of his mouth accompanied by a bubble of blood. "It's not a boy.It's a-" He choked on the blood, his eyes rolling back into their sockets. With a final shudder he slipped away, leaving his body behind.
Maggie Burroughs stared in shock, her skin crawling as she held the dead boys head. He was dead. He was really fucking dead. She hadn't really believed in Fred Krueger, not until then.
Sure she'd seen things, but there was always a rational explaination. Spencer was just high and unfortunatly fell down the stairs and died. Carlos.well Carlos ran away. After all, she'd never seen his body. Even when Tracy told her about Fred she didn't believe. Tracy was just an unbalanced teen who was prone to exaggerating things. All she really needed was guidance.
But then John died. And Maggie couldn't deny anymore. People didn't just randomly turn into human pin cushions and get punctured by invisible objects.
"Lets go!"
Maggie heard Tracy call, but she ignored the frantic teenager. This boy was dead, and Springwood was still as big of a mystery as ever. Well not really. Part of her had figured it out all ready. Part of her knew, but she was desperately trying to find an different explaination. So Freddy had a kid, it could be anyone. The water tower, she could just associate all water towers with that repressed memory. The crazy woman at the orphange recognized her, but also half a dozen other people. It wasn't related at all. Not one bit.
It was just the crazy part of her thinking.
For as long as she could remember there had always been a little part of her that rebelled against the normal. The part that loved the sight of blood, mostly her own, and all things 'wrong'. She'd ignored the wild impulses but they were always there.
She could have saved Spencer, she knew she could have. But she didn't. And she was 'sad' he was dead, but she didn't regret not saving him.
"Maggie, please!"
This time she felt the hand on her shoulder, trying to drag her away from John's body. Reluctantly she released her hold and stumbled after tracy towards the van.
Tracy had already thrown herself in as Maggie reached for the door. A sudden feeling swamped her senses and she missed the handle completely, slumping into the door instead. It felt like trying to breath underwater, she was choking but there was nothing there. A sharp pain wrenched through her body and she had the distinct feeling she was being ripped apart.
For a second she wasn't herself anymore, her feelings and thoughts someone elses. She caught flashes of pain, emtional and physical, of loss. Her vision coloured red with hatred, but she had no idea why.
Then as quick as it had come it was gone. She was herself and nothing was different. Or so she thought. Not time had passed and Tracy was still clamouring to leave. Dazed, Maggie climbed into the van and left Springwood for good.
**** Laughing to himself Fred Krueger waved his clawed hand as his daughter and that teenage bitch drove away. Kathryn would soon be his again, there would be new sould to steal and he could just lounge around. Part of him wished he could do it himself. But at least he would have his daughter again. ****
With the trials and tribulations of the day Tracy had finally given in and fallen asleep. With her knees pulled up to her cheast and her head resting on the window she was sleeping peacefully. After all, Maggie was watching over her.
The youth worker was indeed watching over her, but not quite the way Tracy thought.
Confusion clouded Maggie's brain and she fought to keep concentrated on the road. The alien feeling had left her feeling violated, yet strangly empowered. She felt like she could do anything and get away with it.
Her eyes slipped away from the road and onto Tracy's sleeping form. 'I could just kill her and no one would know' Some irrational voice inside of her commented. She knew it was true. People at the shelter trusted her word, and who would care anyway? Tracy didn't belong to anyone, it wouldn't matter.
Unaware, she pulled the vehicle over and sat quietly considering things. Slowly she reached over and opened the dashboard compartment. A some maps fell out and a bunch of other things. Lying hidden at the back lay a shiny red pocket knife, which Maggie drew out. Detached she drew the lagest blade out and ran it across her finger. It bit into her skin, draping blood as she pulled it away. Tracy shifted and groaned pulling Maggie out of the trance she'd been in. She snapped the knife closed and let it fall into her jacket pocket.
"Why are we pulled over?" Tracy asked as Maggie attemped to shove everything back into the tiny compartment.
"Had to check the map" She replied absently. She was marvelling at how easily she'd let that part of her take over, the crazy part. It was screaming for her to take out the knife and use it. But she ignored it, pulling the van onto the road and continuing back to the shelter.
-To be continued-
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