Katherine and Shannon, who's been her friend for as long as she could remember, were both walking to school one day, when Shannon notices something.

"What's that?" she asked, indicating something that looked like a bruise forming on Katherine's right arm, twisting to the left like a burn.

"Nothing, hit my arm last night against my desk," Katherine replied.

"What were you doing, trying to lift it up?"

The bruise was on her right wrist, twisting towards the left, like a burn. Katherine diverted the subject; changing it to the test they were going to have that day.

Freddy sat in his cellar, welding together different pieces of metal, constructing something he had seen, although he couldn't remember where he had seen it. It was just being constructed and he was in a trance. He never even went to work that day, just sat in his cellar, constructing something forgotten.

Katherine had to take the test in History. She isn't the wiz in History, just average; unlike her other subjects where she doesn't even have to study. She studied all during lunch that day and tried to get in enough facts that she needed before class. It hadn't seemed to be working very good since she couldn't remember a thing she had studied.

I am so dead.

That was the only thought running through her head as she jotted down her answers. She wasn't using Shannon's technique of copying everyone else's answers at least. She was being honest; honest that she was going to fail.

The teacher had graded and handed back all the tests before the end of the period and Katherine had barely slid by.

"Yes a 75," she said.

"I only got a 60 and I copied all Alex's answers," Shannon remarked.

"Alex isn't smart,"

"What? No wonder I wasn't failing last semester when I sat next to Jen,"

The bell rang, releasing the students from this day of Jr. Hell School.

"Wanna watch a movie at my house?" Shannon asked her best friend.

"No I got to do chores and we have that project," Katherine replied.

"Project? In what class?"

"Math,"

"Who gives math projects, seriously?" Shannon asked sarcastically.

Katherine laughed, "I'll see ya tomorrow," she said.

"Bye," Shannon yelled as she ran for her home.

Katherine started her lonely walk home, trudging up the hill from the school.

Loretta got off work early and went home, only to find her daughter not home from school yet and her husband in the basement.

"What are you doing down there?" she called down the steps.

"Welding something I think," he called back up.

"You think?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure what I'm making but I think it is a person,"

"I'll call you up when dinner's ready," she said, receiving a grunt of agreement.

"I'm home," Katherine called in through the door, not expecting a reply.

"Hey Katherine," Loretta yelled from the kitchen.

"What are you doing home so early?" Katherine asked as she sat down at the kitchen table.

"Got off work early since all I had to do today was train some new girl," she replied.

"I'm gonna go do my homework," Katherine said, and trotted upstairs.

What was he doing in the basement? I heard that torch he uses when he welds snap on.

Katherine started on her work as soon as she got up in her room. She left her mom to cooking some weird meal, then throwing it out and ordering a pizza.

She's a waitress that can't cook. That's a great profession choice.

It turned out to be a man, what he was working on, covered in burns. He had a glove on, with knives on the end; a hat was starting to be constructed.

"Freddy! Katherine! Dinner!" Loretta yelled up and down stairs.

Two pairs of feet shuffled into the kitchen, the smell of pizzas emanating from it.

"How was that test?" Freddy joked.

"I passed,"

"So that ends the grounding now," Freddy hit the table, causing himself to laugh. He was still feeling awkward about what he had created during the day. It wasn't like him to create something like that, although since the dreams had started, he had started making gloves like the one welded onto the man; a right hand too.

Freddy had a dream like the previous one, except this one had the man he welded. He was killing someone, a child. Freddy looked on, through the chains of a boiler room. He saw the man kill the child.

"Freddy we know what you want!" a deep voice said.

"You want everything; you want it all," a not so deep voice added.


It showed him, in a fire, and three things fly into him, surprising him and causing him to awake.

What was that? I haven't had a dream like that.

He went downstairs for a drink and saw Katherine sitting at the table, working on homework.

"What are you doing up so late?" he asked, "Your mom would kill you,"

"I have to finish this paper," she replied.

He stood over her and, not able to understand any of it, went back upstairs. He lied back down in his bed next to Loretta. He looked at her face and she seemed troubled.

Katherine woke up the next morning and went downstairs, skipping breakfast as she was already late. She bolted out the door and ran to school.

Freddy got up the next morning and went back downstairs, as Loretta was already at work, and worked on the man again…