Authors Note: Oops. Sorry for the loooong wait. I really am. Fairly sure
I will update by next week. The next chapter is already half written. Umm.
I don't own anybody. *sadness * Oh well. Have fun. Play safe.
"What the hell was that?" Kathryn yelled into the darkness of the dripping boiler room. Her voice echoed in the silence, bounding off the empty pipes to dissolve into whispers. "Where are you father?"
A metallic squeal drew her attention, forcing her to venture further into the room to find him. A splinter of fear moved through her but she pushed it away. He was her father after all. Peering around a corner she let loose a little cry as Fred Krueger's hand landed on her shoulder.
"Kathryn, back to play so soon?" He laughed as he slowly put more pressure on her shoulder.
She could feel the blades slicing through the material of the t shirt she was sleeping in, but she ignored it. "What happened?"
"What do you mean what happened?" He asked playfully as the sharp blades dug cruelly into her flesh. She winced a little but turned her head to glare at him.
"You know what I mean. He was dead, the boy was dead."
The throaty laughter ricochet around the room, taunting her with knowledge that she didn't have. The knives slipped off her shoulder as her blood started to flow slowly down her body. Skipping daintily across the floor, Fred motioned for his daughter to follow.
Curious but a little apprehensive she followed cautiously.
"Hello?" A feminine voice called out. It sounded oddly familiar to Katheryn.
Through the maze she followed her father, drawing closer and closer to the voice. With each step Katheryn puzzled with who's voice it was and if the speaker was going to die tonight. That only lead to further confusion as she still had to figure out why Dustin was still living.
Looking up she realized she hadn't been watching Fred for a few minutes and she was all alone. "Cute Dad, real cute"
Turning a corner she walked forcefully into someone else knocking them over. As the other fell she reached out and grabbed Katheryn pulling her down to the floor. After a few moments of kicking and pushing, they managed to disengage from each other.
"Maggie?"
Oh shit. Katheryn thought. "Tracy, what the hell are you doing here?"
The blond girl shrugged and pushed herself up. "Where is here? And who were you just talking to?"
Katheryn looked around for her father who was no doubt lurking in the shadows somewhere. No sign of him. Maybe he was going after someone else. She looked up at the girl above her. Most likely not. "Look that doesn't matter. You just need to do one thing."
Tracy offered Kathryn her hand. "Whats that?"
"Its just..." Kathryn took the hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. Tracy gave her a questioning look. Memories of the car ride back from Springwood flooded her thought. She had wanted to hurt Tracy. No kill the girl. Did she still?
A squeal of metal biting metal announced the arrival of Freddy. Or rather let Tracy know he was there.
"What the fuck?"
Katheryn backed away from Tracy, and Fred who was on the other side of the girl. "Princess" He said and motioned his claw for her to come to him.
Tracy took a step back. "I'm not your princess you bastard"
He raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Who said I was talking to you?"
With a horrified look, Tracy turned to face Kathryn. Eyes wide she looked back and forth between the two. Kathryn took a step towards her father.
"Maggie. What the hell does he mean? Don't go over there." She took hold of Kathryn's shoulder in a effort to hold her back.
Pain swept through her body as Tracy's hand squeezed the fresh cuts causing them to bleed again. Any idea of helping the girl was washed away with the pain. Reaching up she caught Tracy's hand and ripped it from her shoulders. The girl cried out as ribbons of flesh were torn from her by Kathryn's nails.
Surprised Kathryn stumbled away from Tracy and towards her father who was smiling maliciosly at the whole event.
"Maggie?" Tracy's voice had an odd trembe, the fear evident.
Kathryn looked to her father. He drew the glove from his hand and held it out to her.
"Maggie!"
She didn't hear the screams as she pulled the weapon onto her hand. A sense of power came with it. A rush. It was like being drunk but her head was clear. She just felt good. Turning, she looked at Tracy who was backing away from her.
With surprising agility Kathryn reached out and opened four long gashes in the girl's arm. Tracy screamed.
"You don't have to do this" Tracy shreaked as she backed up against the wall. Kathryn shrugged and punched into Tracy's gut with her clawed hand. The girl gasped, little flecks of blood escaping her lips. Drawing her hand from the warmpth of Tracy's body Kathryn stared at the bloody blades on her hand.
Still gasping Tracy slid to the floor, surrounded by her own blood.
A strangly excited clapping broke out behind her. "That's my girl" Fred Kruger said as he put an arm around his daughter. She looked a little dazed, caught under the arm of her father and the 'dead' girl at her feet.
"She is dead...right?"
Fred just laughed.
Panic rose inside of her. Surely Tracy was dead.
"She's not dead Princess. She's probably bleeding from the scratches you gave her, but she's not dead."
Shrugging his arm off her shoulder Katheryn looked at him, "What do you mean?"
"You're not strong enough to kill them while you sleep. And they'll know its you when they wake up" Freddy said almost gleefully. "You're gonna have to go kill her now for real"
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"What the hell was that?" Kathryn yelled into the darkness of the dripping boiler room. Her voice echoed in the silence, bounding off the empty pipes to dissolve into whispers. "Where are you father?"
A metallic squeal drew her attention, forcing her to venture further into the room to find him. A splinter of fear moved through her but she pushed it away. He was her father after all. Peering around a corner she let loose a little cry as Fred Krueger's hand landed on her shoulder.
"Kathryn, back to play so soon?" He laughed as he slowly put more pressure on her shoulder.
She could feel the blades slicing through the material of the t shirt she was sleeping in, but she ignored it. "What happened?"
"What do you mean what happened?" He asked playfully as the sharp blades dug cruelly into her flesh. She winced a little but turned her head to glare at him.
"You know what I mean. He was dead, the boy was dead."
The throaty laughter ricochet around the room, taunting her with knowledge that she didn't have. The knives slipped off her shoulder as her blood started to flow slowly down her body. Skipping daintily across the floor, Fred motioned for his daughter to follow.
Curious but a little apprehensive she followed cautiously.
"Hello?" A feminine voice called out. It sounded oddly familiar to Katheryn.
Through the maze she followed her father, drawing closer and closer to the voice. With each step Katheryn puzzled with who's voice it was and if the speaker was going to die tonight. That only lead to further confusion as she still had to figure out why Dustin was still living.
Looking up she realized she hadn't been watching Fred for a few minutes and she was all alone. "Cute Dad, real cute"
Turning a corner she walked forcefully into someone else knocking them over. As the other fell she reached out and grabbed Katheryn pulling her down to the floor. After a few moments of kicking and pushing, they managed to disengage from each other.
"Maggie?"
Oh shit. Katheryn thought. "Tracy, what the hell are you doing here?"
The blond girl shrugged and pushed herself up. "Where is here? And who were you just talking to?"
Katheryn looked around for her father who was no doubt lurking in the shadows somewhere. No sign of him. Maybe he was going after someone else. She looked up at the girl above her. Most likely not. "Look that doesn't matter. You just need to do one thing."
Tracy offered Kathryn her hand. "Whats that?"
"Its just..." Kathryn took the hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. Tracy gave her a questioning look. Memories of the car ride back from Springwood flooded her thought. She had wanted to hurt Tracy. No kill the girl. Did she still?
A squeal of metal biting metal announced the arrival of Freddy. Or rather let Tracy know he was there.
"What the fuck?"
Katheryn backed away from Tracy, and Fred who was on the other side of the girl. "Princess" He said and motioned his claw for her to come to him.
Tracy took a step back. "I'm not your princess you bastard"
He raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Who said I was talking to you?"
With a horrified look, Tracy turned to face Kathryn. Eyes wide she looked back and forth between the two. Kathryn took a step towards her father.
"Maggie. What the hell does he mean? Don't go over there." She took hold of Kathryn's shoulder in a effort to hold her back.
Pain swept through her body as Tracy's hand squeezed the fresh cuts causing them to bleed again. Any idea of helping the girl was washed away with the pain. Reaching up she caught Tracy's hand and ripped it from her shoulders. The girl cried out as ribbons of flesh were torn from her by Kathryn's nails.
Surprised Kathryn stumbled away from Tracy and towards her father who was smiling maliciosly at the whole event.
"Maggie?" Tracy's voice had an odd trembe, the fear evident.
Kathryn looked to her father. He drew the glove from his hand and held it out to her.
"Maggie!"
She didn't hear the screams as she pulled the weapon onto her hand. A sense of power came with it. A rush. It was like being drunk but her head was clear. She just felt good. Turning, she looked at Tracy who was backing away from her.
With surprising agility Kathryn reached out and opened four long gashes in the girl's arm. Tracy screamed.
"You don't have to do this" Tracy shreaked as she backed up against the wall. Kathryn shrugged and punched into Tracy's gut with her clawed hand. The girl gasped, little flecks of blood escaping her lips. Drawing her hand from the warmpth of Tracy's body Kathryn stared at the bloody blades on her hand.
Still gasping Tracy slid to the floor, surrounded by her own blood.
A strangly excited clapping broke out behind her. "That's my girl" Fred Kruger said as he put an arm around his daughter. She looked a little dazed, caught under the arm of her father and the 'dead' girl at her feet.
"She is dead...right?"
Fred just laughed.
Panic rose inside of her. Surely Tracy was dead.
"She's not dead Princess. She's probably bleeding from the scratches you gave her, but she's not dead."
Shrugging his arm off her shoulder Katheryn looked at him, "What do you mean?"
"You're not strong enough to kill them while you sleep. And they'll know its you when they wake up" Freddy said almost gleefully. "You're gonna have to go kill her now for real"
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