Note: Wheeeee I'm still alive! Bet you forgot I was. Yeah, so did I.
But here's the next chapter. I'll put the third one up next week. And no.
I still don't own anyone as much as I wish I did. Although I do claim
Kathryn, the warped sadistic evil version.even though she's not really
mine. I can always pretend. Anyway I love her to bits, so have fun
reading.
It was raining. Just to add a little mood to Maggie's already strung out state of mind. Not the usual spitting misty type of rain, but thick gobs of it that would soak you with in seconds.
Tracy was talking.
Irritating. It was the only word that Maggie could think of to describe Tracy. She knew she should be listening to the girl, trying to fight her insanity, trying to be normal. But she just didn't feel like it. She wanted to give up, let her feelings take over and wash her away into an oblivion of darkness.
"And you know it was. I mean, come on Maggie. You can't deny it. They were murdered. That bastard killed them."
Maggie wiped a stray strand of hair from her eyes and gripped the wheel a little tighter. If Tracy didn't stop her incessant prattling soon.well Maggie felt it should be the girls neck between her fingers and not the steering wheel.
"we have to say it was Fred Krueger-" Tracy stopped talking as the seatbelt suddenly dug into her skin to prevent her from flying through the windshield.
Fred Krueger. The name had been repeating itself over and over again in her head. Almost like someone was whispering it in her ear. It was shock of hearing it out loud that had caused her to slam her foot on the break. It shouldn't have surprised her, she knew sometime Tracy would say it. But still, it creeped her out to hear it aloud.
Turning very slowly towards Tracy, Maggie caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She looked different to herself. There was something hard in her eyes that hadn't been there that morning. Something feral and dangerous. It scared her. But at the same time it excited her, it gave her an edge that she'd never really had before. Absently she wondered if Tracy could see it. She hoped the girl could.
"Don't ever mention that name again" She said slowly as she glared at Tracy. "He doesn't exist. Nothing happened."
Tracy, not one to catch on to the subtle hints in Maggie's voice, protested. "But Maggie!" She whined, "You know its true. You saw it. You were there"
Maggie slipped her hand into her jacket pocket and lightly ran her fingers over the closed knife. It wouldn't really matter that much if Tracy was dead would it?
"Please Maggie!" Tracy pleaded. She reached out and grabbed Maggie's wrists, drawing her hand away from the concealed knife.
A tremor of anger rushed through Maggie's body, that someone would dare to try to restrain her. She wanted the knife, she wished she was holding the knife. Tearing her hands out of Tracy's grasp she backhanded Tracy across the jaw. Crying out the girl struck the window with the back of her head from the force of the blow. Surprised with her own actions Maggie jerked away, trying to get as far away from Tracy as she could.
She could feel an urge, a longing to hit her again. And again. But she forced it down.
Tracy whimpered as she reached up and felt her face. Taking her had away there was blood. Her lip had split.
Maggie didn't notice the blood. Tracy hadn't really been restraining her. The girl was just asking for help. The anger cooled a little.
"Just shut up."
* * *
They arrived at the shelter an hour later. It was still raining.
"Sorry we're back so late" Maggie appologized as she approached the youth worker who was on night duty. She had just sent Tracy off to bed and was now attempting to dry her face from the rain by using the sleeve of her jacket. The worker handed her a towel, with an understanding smile.
"Sure is some crazy rain"
Maggie nodded. "So I guess I have some explaining to do about the others, hey?"
"What do you mean?" The guy asked, looking a little confused.
"You know the others."
He gave her a blank look.
"Spencer.Carlos."
"Who?"
Ten minutes later and extremely confused, Maggie concluded that something strange had happened. Not that she hadn't really known. But that someone couldn't remember two kids the'd seen the night before? Very strange. She noted the fact that she probably could have gotten away with killing Tracy. No one would have remembered. She was walking towards the door when someone called out her name.
"Doc?" She asked as she stepped into his office. "What are you doing up?"
"I was waiting up for you and the others." He said as he got up from his desk and closed the door behind her.
A brief sense of confinement wrapped around her, but she brushed it off. "Others?"
"Yeah, Carlos.Spencer"
"But I thought no one remembered." She gasped, then quickly added, "They ran away."
"Oh I remember. But they just ran off? That's not like them, or you to let them get away."
"I didn't.I just.couldn't find them okay?" Maggie didn't like the look he was giving her. Like she was one of the stupid teenagers. Like he knew what she was thinking.
"Whats the matter Maggie?"
No. She didn't like that one bit. Maybe it was Doc who needed to be 'forgotten'. The way he toned his voice. It was like he knew she was holding back. Like he knew about Krueger. "Nothing. I need to go to home now."
* * *
She felt like she'd never fall asleep. But the moment she slipped into her sheets she drifted off. She was in the shelter, but the main desk was empty. Confused she called out. No one answered. She moved around the desk to check the phone when a hand landed on her shoulder. Spinning around she looked into two black eyes.
"Hello Princess. Wanna play? Its okay, Daddy won't hurt you. Never you."
-tbc- Review! Now. Please?
It was raining. Just to add a little mood to Maggie's already strung out state of mind. Not the usual spitting misty type of rain, but thick gobs of it that would soak you with in seconds.
Tracy was talking.
Irritating. It was the only word that Maggie could think of to describe Tracy. She knew she should be listening to the girl, trying to fight her insanity, trying to be normal. But she just didn't feel like it. She wanted to give up, let her feelings take over and wash her away into an oblivion of darkness.
"And you know it was. I mean, come on Maggie. You can't deny it. They were murdered. That bastard killed them."
Maggie wiped a stray strand of hair from her eyes and gripped the wheel a little tighter. If Tracy didn't stop her incessant prattling soon.well Maggie felt it should be the girls neck between her fingers and not the steering wheel.
"we have to say it was Fred Krueger-" Tracy stopped talking as the seatbelt suddenly dug into her skin to prevent her from flying through the windshield.
Fred Krueger. The name had been repeating itself over and over again in her head. Almost like someone was whispering it in her ear. It was shock of hearing it out loud that had caused her to slam her foot on the break. It shouldn't have surprised her, she knew sometime Tracy would say it. But still, it creeped her out to hear it aloud.
Turning very slowly towards Tracy, Maggie caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She looked different to herself. There was something hard in her eyes that hadn't been there that morning. Something feral and dangerous. It scared her. But at the same time it excited her, it gave her an edge that she'd never really had before. Absently she wondered if Tracy could see it. She hoped the girl could.
"Don't ever mention that name again" She said slowly as she glared at Tracy. "He doesn't exist. Nothing happened."
Tracy, not one to catch on to the subtle hints in Maggie's voice, protested. "But Maggie!" She whined, "You know its true. You saw it. You were there"
Maggie slipped her hand into her jacket pocket and lightly ran her fingers over the closed knife. It wouldn't really matter that much if Tracy was dead would it?
"Please Maggie!" Tracy pleaded. She reached out and grabbed Maggie's wrists, drawing her hand away from the concealed knife.
A tremor of anger rushed through Maggie's body, that someone would dare to try to restrain her. She wanted the knife, she wished she was holding the knife. Tearing her hands out of Tracy's grasp she backhanded Tracy across the jaw. Crying out the girl struck the window with the back of her head from the force of the blow. Surprised with her own actions Maggie jerked away, trying to get as far away from Tracy as she could.
She could feel an urge, a longing to hit her again. And again. But she forced it down.
Tracy whimpered as she reached up and felt her face. Taking her had away there was blood. Her lip had split.
Maggie didn't notice the blood. Tracy hadn't really been restraining her. The girl was just asking for help. The anger cooled a little.
"Just shut up."
* * *
They arrived at the shelter an hour later. It was still raining.
"Sorry we're back so late" Maggie appologized as she approached the youth worker who was on night duty. She had just sent Tracy off to bed and was now attempting to dry her face from the rain by using the sleeve of her jacket. The worker handed her a towel, with an understanding smile.
"Sure is some crazy rain"
Maggie nodded. "So I guess I have some explaining to do about the others, hey?"
"What do you mean?" The guy asked, looking a little confused.
"You know the others."
He gave her a blank look.
"Spencer.Carlos."
"Who?"
Ten minutes later and extremely confused, Maggie concluded that something strange had happened. Not that she hadn't really known. But that someone couldn't remember two kids the'd seen the night before? Very strange. She noted the fact that she probably could have gotten away with killing Tracy. No one would have remembered. She was walking towards the door when someone called out her name.
"Doc?" She asked as she stepped into his office. "What are you doing up?"
"I was waiting up for you and the others." He said as he got up from his desk and closed the door behind her.
A brief sense of confinement wrapped around her, but she brushed it off. "Others?"
"Yeah, Carlos.Spencer"
"But I thought no one remembered." She gasped, then quickly added, "They ran away."
"Oh I remember. But they just ran off? That's not like them, or you to let them get away."
"I didn't.I just.couldn't find them okay?" Maggie didn't like the look he was giving her. Like she was one of the stupid teenagers. Like he knew what she was thinking.
"Whats the matter Maggie?"
No. She didn't like that one bit. Maybe it was Doc who needed to be 'forgotten'. The way he toned his voice. It was like he knew she was holding back. Like he knew about Krueger. "Nothing. I need to go to home now."
* * *
She felt like she'd never fall asleep. But the moment she slipped into her sheets she drifted off. She was in the shelter, but the main desk was empty. Confused she called out. No one answered. She moved around the desk to check the phone when a hand landed on her shoulder. Spinning around she looked into two black eyes.
"Hello Princess. Wanna play? Its okay, Daddy won't hurt you. Never you."
-tbc- Review! Now. Please?