(A/N: Yay, I'm updating! Umm yes. Theres a bit of swearing at the end…so yes be warned)

"Hello?"

From her hiding spot behind the partially closed washroom door she could hear footfalls pass the washroom Doc entered the darkened room.

"Are you awake?"

He must be beside her bed by now. Kathryn thought, but did not open the door to find out.

"Tracy"

There was a soft rustling of sheets.

"Tracy!?"

His voice was louder. He must be shaking her.

"Help!"

He yelled this time. His voice carrying into the hallway. Kathryn realized that her hiding place wasn't the best. His cries for help grew louder. People were coming. And she was stuck in a tiny bathroom, the murder weapon wrapped in a cloth in her jacket.

"What's the matter?"

It was a woman's voice this time. A nurse probably.

"She's not breathing"

A flurry of activity ensued. She heard people rush in, machines being prompted, and focused on pressing herself as far into the corner as she could. People were yelling and she could hear Doc on the phone. After minutes, it seemed like hours, the frenzied activity seemed to dwindle as one by on people realized Tracy was dead. Kathryn ventured to the door and listened carefully. Someone was crying, Doc obviously, and it sounded like he was the only one still in the room. Straightening out, Kathryn took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Doc?" She questioned as she moved towards the bed. He was kneeling with his head away from the bathroom and room door, for which Kathryn was thankful for, speaking softly to himself.

Hearing her voice he turned his head. Tears streaked his dark cheeks and he stood awkwardly. "Hello Maggie"

Her eyes flicked over towards Tracy and she noted that the body was in a different position then she had left it. "Oh God. They didn't save her?"

Doc shook his head and then suddenly took a quick step forwards and embraced her. Kathryn froze, not quite sure what to do, as he began to cry. Each breath he took shuddered through her body too and she felt a little strange, for she felt no grief.

"They tried."

Kathryn tried to move a little under the Doc's weight and felt the knife shift in her pocket. Thankfully Doc released her and stood back his hand resting on her shoulder.

"Thank you for coming, who told you?" He asked as he have her, what he perceived to be, a reassuring squeeze.

She flinched as the wounds her father had inflicted upon her shoulders re–opened. "I…uhh…"

"I called the shelter, did they call you?"

Kathryn wanted to smile and thank him for giving her an excuse. She had assumed he had called her and had been about to say so. "Yeah. And I didn't sleep at all since my last visit"

"You should go home and sleep."

She nodded intending to do so as soon as possible.

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"Why can't I kill people" She screamed into the dripping darkness. A laugh echoed around her. "I'm fucking serious father! Come out here"

He materialized in front of her with a grin. "Princess?"

"You could always kill people, why can't I?

He laughed again. "Because I have more power then you do. I have more fear then you do. But…I can teach you how."

"And how would you do that?" She asked as she glared at him.

He waved a claw in front of her and the air rippled. An image of her appeared before her, wearing his glove and stalking some teenager. Appearing behind the unsuspecting youth she stuck and a faint glow passed from the figure to her.

"That's what you need. The more you hurt and wound the bigger your reputation. The more fear the more power. It will take a little while but eventually you will be able to kill people."

It sounded like a decent plan to Kathryn bus she wasn't so sure why exactly he was even helping her. "Whats in it for you?"

"Seeing my dear daughter carry on the family tradition. And I can't hurt anyone anymore. It'll be better to watch through you then have nothing at all."

"Then how come you can hurt me? And no one else!" She asked furiously as she slid the sleeve of her shirt back to reveal the cuts he had left.

This seemed to surprise him. He reached out quickly and added another cut. "That really stays there?"

She swatted his glove away before he could make another cut. "Yes."

His eyes seemed to become hard as he looked at her. "I thought I couldn't hurt anyone and that you could." He muttered, more to himself then her, "So…if I kill you does that mean I get my full power back?"

"What?" She asked confused, not quite sure if she'd heard him right.

He lunged suddenly, the four knives plunging into her.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" She screamed as pain swept through her body. He withdrew the knives and caught her as she fell. "What the fuck happened to family tradition?"

He shrugged and set her gently on the floor.

She could feel her blood running from her body and each breath sent liquid fire throughout her. As she got more and more lightheaded she noticed that her father was becoming rather transparent. She laughed and then cried out as her laughter only caused her pain.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" He questioned.

She managed to raise her hands and point at him. He looked down and noticed that his feet and legs were no longer visible. Waving his arms around, they passed through the empty air beneath him. "Aw fuck"

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