A/N: Wheeee. I'm so sorry this took so long. I'll update sooner next
time. * crosses fingers * I promise. Anyway.have fun.
Daddy? Vertigo wrapped around her and all feeling left her legs. As she fell to the floor a million questions whirled around in her head, each clamoring for a response. Opening her mouth to ask one a sob escaped instead.
"But how." She whimpered looking helplessly up at him.
Fred Krueger smiled and reached down towards his daughter. As his good hand reached towards her she flinched back and avoided his eyes as he looked at her in surprise.
"That's no way to treat your father Kathryn"
"Kathryn?" She whispered, "I'm not Kathryn"
Fred narrowed his eyes and grasped her by the arm and pulled her roughly up onto her feet. She met his eyes this time and thrust her chin out in defiance.
"I'm NOT Kathryn. I'm Maggie. Maggie Burroughs."
Fred laughed and wagged a claw tipped finger in front of her nose. "Uh uh, they told you that you were Maggie, but how can you be sure?"
Her eyes followed the shiny blade back and forth a few times before she responded. "Because I've always been Maggie. I remember."
"But do you really? Just how far back do you remember?"
Doubt crossed her features as she tried to recall just how much she could remember. Part of her knew it was true. Everything he was saying was completely true. Yet she didn't want to let herself go. The calm, composed and sophisticated woman she'd become.
Yet inside. She was like him. She could feel it.
She glanced over at him and he grinned. His face was smooth, friendly almost, but there was something in his eyes. Something dark, corrupt, evil. And she knew it was because she'd seen it in her own eyes. A quick glance in the rearview mirror as she'd been driving with Tracy. When she was angry as a teenager. It was part of that wild side, the Kathryn part of her.
Unwilling to concede Maggie shook her head, "I don't know but it doesn't matter. I'm not like you"
He raised an eyebrow. "But you are"
Inside she knew it was true. What else would explain her illogical urges for blood, screams, depravity. She was never bothered by the sight of blood as a child. When the other kid were screaming because 'Johnny' broke his leg and the bone was protruding from his flesh she would just watch curiously.
"I don't." She started. He cocked his head to the side suddenly and grabbed her by the wrist.
"Its time to see what you're made of" He said and dragged her off down a corridor towards the offices. Confused, Maggie let him drag her along. Her thoughts were a whirl wind of questions although the prominent one was wondering if she truly was like him. They turned a corner and at the end a boy stood looking around. Maggie realized with shock that it was Dustin, one of the boys from the shelter. She wondered what he was doing here and then nearly laughed at herself when she realized that she was in the shelter and there was nothing wrong with him being there. Opening her mouth to call out to him she screamed as her father shover her roughly around the corner again. Her head smacked into the wall and she slid to the floor a little dizzy.
"Shut up Kathryn or you'll make Daddy angry." He growled as he looked around the corner.
"Well you didn't have to push me" She mumbled as she rubber her temples.
Krueger slapped her in the side of the head, "Just shup up and stay here." He snarled and sprinted around the corner.
A scream echoed down the hall and Maggie suddenly thought of all the horror stories centered around her father. That he murdered children, teenagers, whoever. And he had just run down the hall after a boy. A boy she knew and looked after.
Shit.
She pulled herself upright and moved around the corner. The hall was empty every door thrown wide open. Her motherly instinct died. Oh well. Poor kid.
Another scream.
Moving slowly down the hall Maggie peered into each door, half expecting to see the dead kid's body. Three quarters of the way down she heard a noise. Moving quickly towards the door she screamed as Dustin shot out of the darkness and landed on top of her.
Surprise and joy filled his eyes as he recognized her. "Maggie?"
Her father stepped up behind them equally surprised to see her. "I though I told you to stay." He said as he dug his claws into the boy's back.
On top of her Dustin gagged and spit some blood onto Maggie's shirt. She looked at him, confused, and then realized what happened.
"Maggie?" Dustin pleaded as his eyes clouded over.
She knew she should feel something, anything about his death, but she didn't. She just didn't care.
"See princess, its not that hard. Here I have a present for you." Krueger started pulling at one of the blade on his glove and succeeded on pulling it off. He handed it to her. "Go ahead"
Maggie shook her head. She knew what he wanted her to do but she was afraid.
"Its not hard, Kathryn"
Still she shook her head.
"Come on Princess. You used to do it to yourself. Why is it so hard to do it to him. He's dead."
Kathryn? I could be a Kathryn, she thought. Shrugging the boy off of her she examined the blade in her hand. Then reaching out, her arms shaking she drew the edge across his skin. His blood was still warm she noted, because it flowed freely. She added another line next to the first.
A harsh beeping ripped through her and she dropped the knife in surprise. Looking up she noticed that her father was fading. She heard him yell something but wasn't too sure what he'd said. She though it was 'turn off the damn alarm clock'.
Sitting up as he arm reached over and pounded the clock but it didn't stop beeping, Maggie looked around. She was in her room and it wasn't the clock making the noise. It was her phone. "Hello?"
"Maggie?"
"Yeah?"
"Its Doc. One of the kids has been taken to the hospital. I think you should come and see him."
The phone slipped from her fingers. Shock froze her body and she could hear Doc still speaking from the phone that lay in her lap. Looking down slowly she saw the bloodstain on her shirt.
Shit.
R&R - Please. *big sad puppydog eyes *
Daddy? Vertigo wrapped around her and all feeling left her legs. As she fell to the floor a million questions whirled around in her head, each clamoring for a response. Opening her mouth to ask one a sob escaped instead.
"But how." She whimpered looking helplessly up at him.
Fred Krueger smiled and reached down towards his daughter. As his good hand reached towards her she flinched back and avoided his eyes as he looked at her in surprise.
"That's no way to treat your father Kathryn"
"Kathryn?" She whispered, "I'm not Kathryn"
Fred narrowed his eyes and grasped her by the arm and pulled her roughly up onto her feet. She met his eyes this time and thrust her chin out in defiance.
"I'm NOT Kathryn. I'm Maggie. Maggie Burroughs."
Fred laughed and wagged a claw tipped finger in front of her nose. "Uh uh, they told you that you were Maggie, but how can you be sure?"
Her eyes followed the shiny blade back and forth a few times before she responded. "Because I've always been Maggie. I remember."
"But do you really? Just how far back do you remember?"
Doubt crossed her features as she tried to recall just how much she could remember. Part of her knew it was true. Everything he was saying was completely true. Yet she didn't want to let herself go. The calm, composed and sophisticated woman she'd become.
Yet inside. She was like him. She could feel it.
She glanced over at him and he grinned. His face was smooth, friendly almost, but there was something in his eyes. Something dark, corrupt, evil. And she knew it was because she'd seen it in her own eyes. A quick glance in the rearview mirror as she'd been driving with Tracy. When she was angry as a teenager. It was part of that wild side, the Kathryn part of her.
Unwilling to concede Maggie shook her head, "I don't know but it doesn't matter. I'm not like you"
He raised an eyebrow. "But you are"
Inside she knew it was true. What else would explain her illogical urges for blood, screams, depravity. She was never bothered by the sight of blood as a child. When the other kid were screaming because 'Johnny' broke his leg and the bone was protruding from his flesh she would just watch curiously.
"I don't." She started. He cocked his head to the side suddenly and grabbed her by the wrist.
"Its time to see what you're made of" He said and dragged her off down a corridor towards the offices. Confused, Maggie let him drag her along. Her thoughts were a whirl wind of questions although the prominent one was wondering if she truly was like him. They turned a corner and at the end a boy stood looking around. Maggie realized with shock that it was Dustin, one of the boys from the shelter. She wondered what he was doing here and then nearly laughed at herself when she realized that she was in the shelter and there was nothing wrong with him being there. Opening her mouth to call out to him she screamed as her father shover her roughly around the corner again. Her head smacked into the wall and she slid to the floor a little dizzy.
"Shut up Kathryn or you'll make Daddy angry." He growled as he looked around the corner.
"Well you didn't have to push me" She mumbled as she rubber her temples.
Krueger slapped her in the side of the head, "Just shup up and stay here." He snarled and sprinted around the corner.
A scream echoed down the hall and Maggie suddenly thought of all the horror stories centered around her father. That he murdered children, teenagers, whoever. And he had just run down the hall after a boy. A boy she knew and looked after.
Shit.
She pulled herself upright and moved around the corner. The hall was empty every door thrown wide open. Her motherly instinct died. Oh well. Poor kid.
Another scream.
Moving slowly down the hall Maggie peered into each door, half expecting to see the dead kid's body. Three quarters of the way down she heard a noise. Moving quickly towards the door she screamed as Dustin shot out of the darkness and landed on top of her.
Surprise and joy filled his eyes as he recognized her. "Maggie?"
Her father stepped up behind them equally surprised to see her. "I though I told you to stay." He said as he dug his claws into the boy's back.
On top of her Dustin gagged and spit some blood onto Maggie's shirt. She looked at him, confused, and then realized what happened.
"Maggie?" Dustin pleaded as his eyes clouded over.
She knew she should feel something, anything about his death, but she didn't. She just didn't care.
"See princess, its not that hard. Here I have a present for you." Krueger started pulling at one of the blade on his glove and succeeded on pulling it off. He handed it to her. "Go ahead"
Maggie shook her head. She knew what he wanted her to do but she was afraid.
"Its not hard, Kathryn"
Still she shook her head.
"Come on Princess. You used to do it to yourself. Why is it so hard to do it to him. He's dead."
Kathryn? I could be a Kathryn, she thought. Shrugging the boy off of her she examined the blade in her hand. Then reaching out, her arms shaking she drew the edge across his skin. His blood was still warm she noted, because it flowed freely. She added another line next to the first.
A harsh beeping ripped through her and she dropped the knife in surprise. Looking up she noticed that her father was fading. She heard him yell something but wasn't too sure what he'd said. She though it was 'turn off the damn alarm clock'.
Sitting up as he arm reached over and pounded the clock but it didn't stop beeping, Maggie looked around. She was in her room and it wasn't the clock making the noise. It was her phone. "Hello?"
"Maggie?"
"Yeah?"
"Its Doc. One of the kids has been taken to the hospital. I think you should come and see him."
The phone slipped from her fingers. Shock froze her body and she could hear Doc still speaking from the phone that lay in her lap. Looking down slowly she saw the bloodstain on her shirt.
Shit.
R&R - Please. *big sad puppydog eyes *