Chapter 15:
A/N: Okay…well…I'm updating. And I want to thank Darkness Takes Over for being such a loyal reader. I love the rest of you too.
Katherine sat on her bed doing her homework. Sort of. She was actually staring blankly at the questions on her world history work sheet. All she had completed so far was the first question. And she didn't even think it was right.
Dinner was almost ready. She could smell the bacon and pancakes cooking. Her mouth watered. Katherine decided she was going to forget about the homework and go downstairs to eat. She stood up and began to walk to the door, but she stopped. She turned back into her room and stared at her closet door. It was open. Katherine knew she always kept her closet door closed. She peered into it. Nothing. Katherine felt the goose bumps all up her arm.
"Katherine?" She called out for the little girl. There was no answer. Katherine quickly closed the door and ran out of her room before something bad happened. She arrived at the kitchen table and sat down in front of her plate of 'breakfast for dinner' food. She thanked her parents, quickly, forgetting about the closet upstairs. Her parents nodded in response. They were still pondering about one of Katherine's friends. The one who was mysteriously murdered. They were so naïve to who the killer was and what he was capable of.
When Katherine was finished, she told her parents that she had homework to do, and that she might be back down later. They nodded, again. She shrugged her shoulders and strolled up the stairs, and stopped suddenly at her door. She remembered the closet. The girl slowly etched her way inside.
The room was exactly how she left it. She sighed and walked across the room to her bed. She flopped down on it and warily pulled her assignment towards her. The goose bumps reappeared and she saw and eerie looking, red inked, childish handwriting.
'Look behind you.'
Katherine was hesitant. She had no idea who was behind her. Did she accidentally fall asleep? Was it Freddy? She quickly grabbed the textbook and turned around quickly. It was the little one. She stood there in her little pink dress, smiling. Frosty and Reaper was purring, rubbing their soft, furry bodies all over the girl's legs. Katherine realized she had not seen her cats for a while, and wondered where they had been.
"You weren't going to hit me with that book were you?" Katherine asked, sounding sad.
Katherine stared at the book in her hand, and quickly dropped it back on her bed. "No, of course not."
Little Katherine nodded. She climbed up on Katherine's bed, and pulled a picture out of her dress pocket. She looked at it for a long time before she handed it over to Katherine.
"What's this?"
"Don't you remember it?" She asked in her little girlish voice.
Katherine looked more closely at the blood red picture. She actually did recognize it. She could see the outline of her house in it. This was the picture that her parents showed her. The blood had come back to the picture and remained. The blood looked so real. She touched the middle of the picture and gasped as her index finger emerged slightly into the sticky substance and ripples appeared when she withdrew her finger. And dropped the picture, and it landed on her carpet, facedown.
The startled teenager dropped the picture and stared at the tip of her blood soaked finger. She wiped it on her black pajama pants as Little Katherine reached down and picked the picture up and placed it in her pocket. Katherine looked at the floor expecting to see blood splattered all over her floor. There was none.
"What was that?"
"The picture? Sorry about that. It's been like that for a long time. This picture was taken about…"
Katherine waited patiently for the little girl to finish, but all she did was stare and swing her legs. "Do you remember when you looked at the picture, and heard all that yelling and screaming?"
"How could I forget?"
The sad girl did not smile. Katherine felt guilty.
"You heard my father killing my mommy. This picture was taken 2 weeks after that. They never found her body, you know."
Katherine reached over and pulled the little girl into a hug. "I'm sorry."
The little girl only sighed and nodded.
"Wait, that was you crying wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"You saw your father do that?" Katherine asked disbelievingly.
The girl blinked. "Yes."
There was an awkward silence.
"What happened?" Katherine whispered.
Little Katherine's attitude changed into eagerness. "Really wanna know?"
"Huh?"
Little Kat jumped off the bed and tugged on Katherine's arm.
"Come on, I'll show you."
"What? How?" Katherine said, resisting the child's pulling.
"Fall asleep."
"No!"
"Why?"
"Freddy! That's why!"
"As long as you are with me, you'll be okay. Even your mommy and daddy will just see you sleeping in your bed when we leave. Please come with me." She pleaded.
"But…"
Kat stared at the teenager with big, round eyes. "You will understand in the long run."
"What do you mean?"
Kat dropped her arm. "Are you coming or not?"
Katherine thought. "Are you sure I will be safe from him."
"Pretty sure."
'What do I have to lose?' Katherine thought. "Okay." She agreed Kat smiled.
"Okay, now lay back and fall asleep. I'll wait for you here."
Katherine sighed and lay back on her pillow. She fell asleep almost immediately.
As soon as she fell asleep…she "woke up." Katherine bolted up, and stared wildly around her room. "Kat?"
"I'm right here."
Katherine's head snapped from the window to were Kat was sitting cross-legged smack dab in the center of the room. 'She is really beginning to get creepy.' Katherine thought. "Am I sleeping?"
"Yes," She stood up and grabbed Katherine's hand. "Let's go."
Katherine followed the child into the closet. She gasped as she stepped into her backyard. But it was different. The backyard looked so…normal. Kat pulled her tall companion over by a nearby bush. She sat down, and Katherine followed suit. Katherine suddenly gasped as a little girl ran past her giggling. "There I am. Don't worry. They cannot see us."
Katherine's eyes followed a middle-aged man that ran after the little girl. He was too laughing. He looked so happy. The man had short, curly blonde hair, searing blue eyes, and a young, handsome face. Katherine thought he was rather attractive. Then the child sitting beside her sighed. Then it hit her.
"Freddy!" She yelled.
"Yup."
"No. It can't be. You guys look so…happy."
"Well, we were."
Katherine jumped when she heard a woman scream that seemed like it came from underground. Both of their heads turned toward the cellar door. A young woman emerged from the cellar door. Fear and sadness was portrayed all over her face. Father and daughter stopped their play. The child looked confused, and Freddy looked suddenly enraged.
"Go inside, honey." Freddy said sweetly to his daughter. Young Katherine skipped away.
The teenager stood up to follow her, but the Kat sitting next to her, pulled her back down. "Stay here for now." The two girls watched the married couple fight.
"Fred, no. I won't tell."
'Déjà vu,' Katherine thought. 'I wonder what poor Kat feels."
"Tsk, tsk. It's too late, Loretta." Freddy whispered. He grabbed her and began to drag his wife further away from them. Katherine was sure that Freddy's eyes flickered over to her, and her heart skipped a beat, but she figured it must have been her imagination.
Across the yard, Freddy had grabbed Loretta's throat. He began to strangle her, shaking her like a rag doll. All poor Loretta could do was struggle. "I told you not to go in there! You just couldn't listen could you?" He smiled in sick satisfaction when his wife went limp. He had succeeded in crushing her windpipe. But his smile faded when he heard a child's cry.
Kat was cautiously walking up to her daddy, sobbing. Freddy walked up to his shocked daughter and knelt down in front of her. The crying girl slowly walked forward.
"Don't worry, honey. Mommy just had to take her medicine. But you won't tell. Will you?"
The little girl shook her head. "I won't tell." She cried, repeating what she had heard her mommy say. Freddy pulled the small child into a hug. Katherine hugged her back.
Kat sighed, and looked at Katherine. "I still loved him after that. Two weeks later, I told," She grabbed Katherine's hand. "Come on."
"Wait. Maybe we should stay to find out what Freddy did with your mommy."
"You won't find out, cause I don't know. You're in my memory. Not his. Now follow me."
"Where are we going?"
"To my daddy's secret room."
"But," Katherine objected.
"Don't worry. We'll be safe."
Katherine gave up and followed Kat down the cellar door. She still recognized the place, but it was still just a bit different. They stepped in front of a door that was ajar about two inches. The little girl squeezed Katherine's hand. "Here we go."
Kat opened the door with her small hands. The two walked inside. Katherine gasped. The room had blades, gloves, and gloves that had been rejected, but had various blade designs stuck in the fingers. The two girls separated and began to explore.
"Be careful, Katherine." The little one strictly warned. Katherine walked up to a bulletin board that had newspaper clippings of news. "Springwood Slasher strikes again!" and "Missing!" There were also pictures of young children ranging between the ages of 4-11 years of age. Under these pictures there were more newspaper clippings that described who the children were, and when they were murdered and found dead. Next to the pictures was written description of what Freddy had done to the children. They were very gruesome Katherine figured that it was Freddy, himself who had written them. Katherine forced herself to read a few of them. They were too gruesome to even mention…ever.
Katherine gagged and staggered away from the pictures of the smiling children. She instead turned to a table of sharpened blades neatly placed in a row all over the table. Katherine slowly and carefully picked one of the 6-inch long blades. She placed her finger on the sharp side of the blade, and hissed in pain as the blade easily slid into her skin. She dropped it.
"Hey! I said be careful!" Kat screamed angrily.
SCREEEEEEEEEE!
Both the girls' heads swiveled over to the heavy metal door. Freddy was standing in the way leaning on the frame. He was in his normal Freddy attire, but he looked different. He wasn't his normal burnt self. Katherine could see the blonde hair sticking out of his dirty brown fedora. Katherine walked over to the terrified girl. "He can't see us, can he?" She asked the child.
"Yeah, I can see you," Freddy answered. "What are you doing in here?" He growled.
The girl began to cry. "Daddy, please…"
"You! Stay out of it!" He yelled. "Get out of here or I will kill your little friend here!"
The little girl gave Katherine a look of apology and scurried past her father and out the door. The metal door slammed loudly behind her, and Katherine could hear the child's fist banging on the door.
Katherine shrunk back as far away from Freddy as she could get. Freddy walked over to his pictures and eyed them lovingly. Then he pulled out a new picture. It was Jasmine. Anger flooded inside of Katherine as she watched the human-Freddy post the picture, and a recent newspaper clipping up. Then he opened up a drawer and took out a small piece of notebook paper and wrote what he did to her.
"I said what are you doing here?" He repeated calmly, putting the red pen away into the drawer and shutting it.
"Umm…Katherine, your daughter brought me here."
"I know who she is. Go figure…" He mumbled. Then he turned around and spotted the bloody blade on the floor. He glared at it and then glared at Katherine before picking it up. He eyed the blood, and then he licked it off the blade without ever cutting his tongue. He smacked his lips and smiled. Then he carefully put the blade back into its place.
"Aren't you going to kill me?"
Freddy stared at Katherine. He sighed. "I should. Yes. But you see, this time I have this special order in which I am going to kill you all,
Katherine stared and listened.
"Yes. Your time will come. I trust that you got my card,
Katherine didn't answer.
"But it wouldn't be Freddy-like to at least give you a little…warning before you leave. Now would it? I know what you are doing here," He said calmly, almost softly. "And I've already told you. You can't beat me."
Freddy still had his back to her. His face screwed up in rage and he spun around to face the cowering teenager. He stomped up to her and grabbed her by her hair. She screamed at him, but it was no use. He ignored her. Katherine could still hear the little girl behind the door kicking and screaming more frantically at it. Freddy continued to drag Katherine across the room to a certain picked spot. He finally got sick of the yelling of his daughter.
"Shut up!" He screamed. The pounding stopped. Katherine began to pry Freddy's hand from his painful grip on her hair. But as soon as he realized what she was doing, he tightened the hold. She finally gave up and accepted what was going to happen.
"There is no way out of here. Don't. Move." He slowly loosened the hold on Katherine's hair, trusting her not to move. But she tried to scramble away, and Freddy violently kicked out and his work boot collided with Katherine's stomach. She collapsed on the ground and moaned in pain. She no longer tried to escape.
"I told you not to move you stupid bitch!" Freddy screamed at her. He ignored her groaning and carefully took of his glove, making the blades clink together. Freddy began to sharpen the already deadly sharp blades. After he was finished, he slipped the sharpened glove over his hand. He moved the blades around and they sounded shriller, deadly.
He grabbed Katherine's hair again with his left hand and dragged her over to a small cot and climbed on top of her. Freddy straddled her in between his knees, trapping her completely. She hoped her ribs weren't broken.
Freddy tore her shirt off, and Katherine spat in his face. Freddy was shocked. He wiped the spit off his face and slapped Katherine with his bladed glove. 4 thin scratches appeared across her face. She could smell and even taste her own blood. Even worse, she could feel it running down the side of her face. It itched.
"Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart." Freddy hissed. He lifted up his blade. A smirk grew across his young, unscarred face. Katherine began to squirm, and she raised her arm up to hit him, but Freddy grabbed ahold of it.
"Don't try it, bitch. I could always make an arrangement and I could kill you. But I really want you to see all your little friends die first."
Katherine lay as still as she could. She blinked the blood out of her left eye, as Freddy raised his index blade and placed it on her belly. He began to etch letters. Very slowly. Katherine tear-ed up and began to scream.
S-T-A-Y A-W-A-Y he scratched into her skin. When he was done, he took an un-bladed finger and ran it gently across the bleeding wounds. Then he put his bloody finger in his mouth to suck on it.
"Now," He whispered, leaning into Katherine's ear. "Heed my little warning."
Katherine woke up, soaked in blood, and hearing Freddy's laughter playing in her head.
A/N: I really hope you liked this chapter, my dear readers. There was this really sick part I was going to put in here…but it was too…sick. I didn't put it in…sorry. If you want to, I could go back and put it in…now…on to the reviews:) Or the ones that I have. cry Just kidding. I love you!Tell your friends about me! Maybe I shall get more reviews to reply to. I love to do it:)
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