Tap, tap, tap.
Katherine sat up and hissed in pain. She wiped at her forehead. Bloody. She looked down at her shirt. Soaked with blood.
Tap, tap, tap.
Somebody or something was at her window. She gingerly got up and walked to the window. She lifted the blinds and stared out. It was Lucas. She opened the window with the energy that she had left. He scrambled inside. He was smiling, but when he saw Katherine's condition, his face fell.
"Oh, my God, Katherine! What the hell happened to you?"
"Freddy." Katherine gasped weakly. Everything was going dark around her. She collapsed at Lucas's feet. Lucas caught her and dragged her over to her bed and gently placed her on top of her blankets. He quickly left the room and reappeared five minutes later with a first aid kit he found in the bathroom. He also brought towels. He gently cleaned the wounds on her forehead and bandaged them. Then he cleaned the wounds on her stomach. He was about to bandage them, but he stopped.
"Katherine?"
"What?"
"Did you know he wrote a message on you?"
"Really? What does it say?"
Lucas raised his eyebrows. "Stay away."
"Excuse me?" Katherine said
"Stay away," he repeated. "That's what it says."
Katherine scoffed. Lucas took it as a sign that she didn't care, and he finshed bandaging the wounds. "I'm finished."
"Thanks. Your lucky my parents are in bed."
"Hmm…I forgot about them."
Katherine smiled. She pulled herself up, feeling a bit stronger and began ripping the bloody blankets off the bed. Lucas wanted to her to sit down, but she stubbornly refused. She told him she had extra sheets and blankets in her closet. Lucas helpfully got up and grabbed some dark blue sheets and a same colored blanket.
Lucas then made Katherine sit and rest while he kindly made the bed. Then he sat down on it. "What are you going to do about these?" He asked, pointing to the bloodied ivory sheets.
"I'm going to throw them away."
They were silent for a few minutes. "What are you going to tell your parents?"
"I don't know," She sighed. "Thanks for coming. But why did you come?
"I guess I just wanted to come visit." He said, shyly. He looked down at his hands.
"Well thanks, cause I might have bled to death if you didn't come." She smiled. A sudden thought came to her head. 'How did he know where the bathroom was? He's never been in this house before, has he?'
Lucas smiled back. "I wonder what your parents are going to say."
Katherine gasped and hit her forehead, right where her Freddy wounds were. "Ow!" She cried. "I didn't think about that. Damn."
Suddenly they both heard a small thump come from the closet.
Lucas stood up and carefully walked to the closet. Katherine remained stiting, for she was too weak to stand anymore. Lucas threw open the closet, and a bloody little girl crawled out.
"Kat?" Lucas gasped.
The small girl looked up at Lucas with distrust. Then she stood up. "Yes."
Katherine gasped when she saw the state of the child. "Oh, Katherine!"
The little girl climbed onto the bed. "Oh, nothing happened. He was gone by the time I got back in there. This isn't my blood. It's yours. I was just cleaning it up. I'm really sorry about what happened. He's more powerful than what I thought."
"It's not your fault, Kat."
Lucas walked over to Katherine and knelt beside her. The child eyed him.
"You're going to have problems you know." Then she disappeared.
"Was she talking to you or me?" Lucas asked.
Unexpectedly, sounds came from inside Katherine's parent's bedroom.
"Crap! They're awake! You better go." Lucas quickly kissed Katherine. She blinked and blushed at him, watching him climb out her window. "Bye…" She said.
"Bye." He answered back, sounding really happy.
Katherine quickly hid the bloody sheets and blanket under her bed, then she climbed under her new covers, nervously thinking about what her parents were going to say. She turned her back to the door before her lights were turned on.
"Katherine?"
"Yes, Mom?" Katherine asked, pretending to sound tired.
"Who were you talking to?"
"What? Nobody." She said, still staring at the wall.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, Mom. I'm fine."
"Okay, honey. Goodnight."
"Night."
Katherine's light was turned back off. She waited until she heard her mother's door close, then she turned over on her back and stared at the ceiling. She was safe for now until she had to "wake up" in the morning.
Katherine got out of bed that morning. 'Thank God it's Saturday.' She thought. Then she remembered the Freddy wounds. On the plus side, she felt stronger. She looked down at the wounds on her abdomen. She saw that there was dried blood caked on the gauze pads. She slowly rose out of bed and walked to her closet, and took down a hoodie, and put it on. She even pulled the cap on, so it somewhat hid the bandages going down from her forehead to her chin. She sighed bravely and went downstairs.
"What's with the hoodie, Kat?"
"Just feel like wearing it." She said, casually.
"Are you cold, sweetie? I can turn the heat up for you."
"No, thanks, Mom. I'm just really hungry."
"Breakfast is in the microwave." She said.
Katherine took her plate out of the microwave. Her breakfast contained of two pancakes, a few slices of bacon, and an egg. She gratefully carried the plate to the table. 'So far, so good.' She thought, sitting down.
She began to scarf down her food. She wanted to go upstairs, before her parents saw the bandages. She shoveled a peiece of egg into her mouth, and she choked. They was sudden strong taste of blood in her mouth. She didn't remember biting her tounge. Her eyes clouded. She looked down at her plate and saw the large drops of blood covering her pancakes like syrup. She gasped loudly, making her parents turn to look at her.
Katherine's mom ran up to her daughter and screamed. She lowered Katherine's hoodie and gasped at the bloodied bandages. Her father also ran over and grabbed ahold of Katherine and lowered her body gently onto the floor. They slowly took off the hoodie. The white T-shirt Katherine was wearing under the hoodie was no longer white, but red. Cathy's mind was going mad. She wanted to help, but she had no ideas what to do or say.
Katherine's father lightly hit her face. "Kat! What happened?"
"I don't know." Katherine lied.
The worried man ran upstairs to grab towels. He ran back downstairs and soaked the two of them in warm water, and then he kneeled next to his daughter, carefully took the bandages off her body and started to clean them off. Cathy watched in horror as she rubbed the unscratched side of Katherine's pale face.
"What the hell?" Alan said loudly.
"What is it?" Cathy asked, wildly.
"Stay away." He answered.
"What?" His wife said, bewildered.
"There's a message on her stomach that says 'stay away.'"
Cathy tried to get a better look, but the message was already starting to overflow again.
"Katherine, what happened?" Alan screamed.
"I don't know!" Katherine said faintly, and not wanting to tell them the truth. But she knew that she would have to tell them sooner or later.
After they could not stop the blood, Alan quickly carried her to the car to bring her to the hospital. Cathy sat in the back with her wounded daughter, putting pressure on Katherine's wounds with a towel that was already sopping in blood.
Katherine decided to tell them the truth. She must have felt faint, to want to tell them. "Freddy Krueger." She whispered weakly.
"What?" Cathy asked, leaning closer.
Katherine gathered up all the voice she could get. "Freddy Krueger!" She screamed.
Nobody saw Alan's face turn pale.
Alan ran into the hospital carrying his bleeding daughter. "Quick! This is an emergency!"
He ran through the swinging doors. Two doctors with a stretcher greeted him. He quickly placed his bleeding daughter on the stretcher. The doctors immediately ran her into the ER. Husband and wife ran as quickly as they could to be with her, but they were told to stay outside in the waiting room, and they were very sorry. Fifteen minutes they waited outside while the doctors cleaned Katherine's wounds.
Finally, a single doctor appeared in front of the couple and told them she would have to have stitches. They nodded solemnly, and the doctors went back inside to the ER room. A few minutes later, Katherine began to scream in pain, signaling that the doctors started the stitching already. Then suddenly, the screaming stopped. The doctors must have somehow sedated her.
Cathy was crying. "Who's Freddy Krueger?"
Alan didn't answer, so Cathy figured he didn't know, or the time to ask questions was not now. Almost an hour later, they were told that they could come and see their daughter. They hurried inside and saw that their daughter was looking unusually calm. No stitches could be seen, so they guessed that those clear stitches were used. However, the four long gashes across her face looked dark. Katherine smiled at her parents. They smiled back.
"How are you doing, baby?"
"I'm feeling better, mom. They put some more blood in me, or something." She said, pointing to the bend on her arm that had a single cotton ball taped to her skin.
"Honey, can you tell me who Freddy Krueger is?" She asked quietly. Katherine stared.
"Not now, Cathy." Alan said sternly.
Cathy and Katherine blinked at him.
A doctor came in, smiling. She walked up to Katherine with a small cup that contained two yellow pills. "Here you go," She said, handing the cup to Katherine.
She popped the pills into her mouth and held out her hand to take the other cup of water. The doctor handed it to her.
"Pain killers?" Katherine asked, taking a sip of water.
"No, these will help you sleep."
Katherine immediately turned and spat the pills and water onto the floor. "NO!" She screamed. The doctor and the parents were startled.
"Katherine?" Cathy said, trying to reason with her daughter.
Suddenly a team of doctors rushed into the room. Katherine looked at her mother for help. 'Well, now is the time to tell…'
"No! I can't sleep! I don't want to sleep! He'll kill me, damn it!" She screamed.
Cathy's jaw dropped as four of the doctors struggled to keep Katherine held down and the extra doctor ran to a cabinet to get a needle. Katherine began to scream and kick. "Let go of me you bastard!" She violently kicked out, hitting a young male doctor in the face. He continued to hold her down thorough his bleeding nose.
The other doctor rushed over quickly and pricked Katherine's arm with the needle. The four doctors continued to hold down the weakening girl. Five minutes later, Katherine was in a deep sleep.
Cathy and Alan were sitting in a waiting room alone. None had said a word to each other for a little over half and hour. Katherine's words 'He'll kill me' was playing over and over again in their heads.
"Whose Freddy Krueger?" Cathy decided to ask again.
"Not now." Alan answered through clenched teeth.
"Is that who Katherine said was going to kill her?"
"I said not now." Alan growled.
"Yes! Now! If somebody is after our daughter, then I'm sure I have a right to hear about it!"
"Nobody is after our daughter, alright?" Alan mumbled.
"Then how do you explain those hideous gashes? Who is Freddy Krueger?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. He's nobody. Katherine is just delusional."
Cathy stood up. "Damn it, Alan! If this Krueger is after Kat, you have to tell me about it!" She screamed.
Alan stood up too. He was about half a foot taller, and normally somebody would back down at his looming figure, but Cathy bravely stood her ground. "He can't come after her! It's impossible! Fred Krueger is dead!" He screamed back, obviously not meaning to say what he did.
Cathy stumbled back. "He's real? You know who he is?"
Alan sighed, knowing all the crap he had just caused. "Yes," Alan said truthfully. "Sit down. I used…to live her when I was ten. Fred Krueger was a child murderer back in those days. A bunch of our parents went out and finally burned Fred alive. He's dead. But ten years later, he somehow, impossibly came back in teenager's nightmares. He killed them in their sleep with this glove that he had always had. A blade on each finger, save the thumb. This was his idea of revenge. But in 1994, his own daughter pulled him out of her dream and killed him…again. So, you see, he's dead.
Cathy was speechless.
Alan sighed again. "How do you think we got the house so cheap? He used to live in that house! He killed the teenagers in the house!"
"What? And you took it?"
"I had to."
"Freddy must be back. That's where all the scratches on his stomach came from!"
"No. I told you it's impossible."
"NO! Then how do you explain how she knows who this old killer is? And you! You just put her to sleep!" She screamed.
Strangely, Katherine didn't dream. She was conscious in her mind, wondering where Freddy was. He couldn't come to her now. He was already busy.
A/N: Wow, guys. I hope you liked that chapter. And I know you're just gonna love the next one. Sorry I haven't been updating as much as I like. I'm getting bored with life…forgive me. Anyway. Please review; it would make me so happy! And replies to your reviews are now going to be on my bio page. All you have to do is click my user name and you're there, savvy? Take care of yourselves!