(A/N: Look! I updated. Umm yes. I don't own anyone. Well maybe Dustin, the Nurse and a little of that blood. But really…don't sue me cause I'm skint! (Is that the correct use Polly?) But anyway R&R Please)

The little clock on her nightstand glowed, 4:38, and Kathryn realized how little sleep she had gotten. It didn't matter though. All that mattered was getting to Dustin. And Tracy she realized.

It was barely even twelve hours since she had gotten back and in that short time span she had somehow managed to put one boy in the hospital and Tracy would probably soon join him.

Tracy would tell Doc her dream.

Jumping out of bed she ran out of her house for the second time that night, still dressed from her last departure.

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"Gotta pick up some files" Kathryn said with a sheepish grin as she tapped on the door of the shelter.

"You're pretty dedicated, wouldn't catch me working this late if I had a choice" The security guard commented as he unlocked the door.

With a smile that did not reach her eyes she replied, "Well I really care about these kids."

"You know one of the girls got taken to the hospital a few minutes ago? They tried to call you but you weren't home. I guess cause you were here"

Damn.

"Uh. Do you know if they contacted Doc yet?"

The guard shifted and shook his head, "I don't think so. They were in such a big hurry. Said they'd try from the hospital."

A little luck. This might turn out all right.

Entering her office she waited until the guard had moved out of sight before grabbing a flashlight and going back into the hallway. Opening the door to the basement she marveled at her lack of fear of the dark. Maybe it was because she was now something to be afraid of. Or that what people were afraid of was just her father. Either way it didn't matter. The ammount of weapons down there would be good enough for tonight.

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The same nurse was at the counter and having finished her Readers Digest had moved on to People Magazine.

"Excuse me, where can I find Tracy Deane?"

"Second Floor. 205"

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The room was dark and Kathryn had a brief feeling of panic. That she was going to get caught. That she wouldn't be able to kill the girl again. Not to mention it was just a bad thing to do. But it passed and stepping into the room she took a knife from her pocked and unbound the cloth she had wrapped it in.

Tracy lay on the bed, eyes wide open, Kathryn only a silhouette in the doorway. "Hello? Who is it?"

She could do this. She would do this. "Hi Tracy" Moving quickly she covered the girls mouth with her hand and climbed in top of her to pin her down.

Tracy struggled beneath her But was unable to knock Kathryn off. She was able to make a little noise, but not enough to be heard from the halls.

"Now Tracy. I really didn't know that you wouldn't die, so I'm sorry for all the discomfort." Still covering Tracy's mouth she used the blade in her other hand to pull the hospital shirt up until the marks Kathryn had inflicted earlier were visible. She pushed the bandages aside and looked into Tracy's eyes. "If I came in here and cut your throat they'd know something was up. So…" Carefully positioning the knife she let the knife sink slowly into Tracy until it reached the handle.

Kathryn could feel the scream against her hand and part of her wished she could hear it. But then other people would too. Pulling the knife out she positioned it again and pushed it in. Another scream hit her hand and went nowhere.

"You see. There's already marks so they're gonna have a hell of a time pinning murder on me or anyone. The first cuts aren't even healed yet. Your death will be credited as a case of miscalculation on how deep they were." She slid the knife in for a third time. The scream didn't feel as loud this time.

"Sorry Tracy. He was my dad. Fred Krueger." The knife fell for the last time and she didn't even feel a scream this time. Tracy's eyes seemed kind of glazed over and Kathryn wondered how long it would take her to actually die.

After waiting for a few moments she tentativly took her hand away from Tracy's mouth and sat back. The blond girl's head fell to the side and didn't move. She replaced the bandage and sat still to listen and see if anyone had heard anything.

Climbing off the bed Kathryn looked around for something to clean the knife with. Finding nothing she wiped it on the inside of her jacked and placed it back in her pocket.

Dustin next.

As she reached the door she heard a familiar voice and instinctivly ducked into the little washroom to hide.

"Tracy?" She heard him say.

Doc had come and Kathryn prayed he didn't have to go to the washroom.

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willow-otter-moon I've only seen the first Chucky and it was a while ago. Maybe I'll have to watch them all.

Pmad You keep making me feel guilty for not writing this. So this chapter is most likely here because of you. Ha ha. Aww.

MizzLingLing Thanks for the review.

Danielle L.B. Yeah, It is spelled Katherine and I spelled it like that in Daddy's Girl (although I changed it when I revised it). I changed it cause one of my friends spell it like that and she wanted me to spell it like her. So…yeah. Lol.

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