Chapter 16: Wicked Plans

The clock struck 8.30pm as Katherine nervously shifted on her bed. The last few hours had flown in. Sandra as promised had sat at her side. They silently watched TV and had conversed for a while. Sandra had given her some tips on what to say to the counsellor that would be speaking to her in the morning. They had agreed that Katherine would state the reason behind her suicide attempt was due to her situation of being in Westin Hills and that she had been suffering from flashbacks of her abusive childhood. She was advised not to mention anything related to her dreams or her father being alive in them. As they would only make the chances of her being released from Westin Hills even more difficult.

She looked to her left as Sandra entered the room holding two white cups of coffee. Sandra held out the cup to her. "Take it. You'll need it tonight"

Katherine lifted her left hand that was free of her white restraint and took it uncertainly. "He'll be expecting me to be asleep soon"

"I know" Sandra slid into her seat at the bedside. "But you need to stay awake. I told you before, the more you sleep then the more he will twist your mind"

"He'll be angry" Katherine stared at the coffee in her hand. "He'll do something to me. I know it!"

"It'll be okay-"

"No, it won't!" Katherine snapped and looked up abruptly. "You keep saying it will be okay. But I know him, if I stay awake tonight and then fall asleep again tomorrow. He'll beat me. He'll probably rape me! I can't risk it, Sandra. I need you to give me that sedative when the nurse arrives!"

Sandra sighed and locked her blue eyes with Katherine's brown ones. Her gaze was strong, unrelenting as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you the sedative. I'm trying to protect you"

Katherine's lips trembled as she choked back a sob. "Please Sandra. I need to go to sleep tonight!"

The older woman slowly shook her head and was ready to reply when a figure entered the doorway. Katherine peered around Sandra's body as a nurse approached them with a tray in her hands. On top was a small bottle of sedative and a syringe in its plastic wrapping. "I'm just here to give Katherine her sedative"

Katherine lowered her head to her lap. She heard the nurse speak again. "I'll have to take that coffee and restrain her arms"

"I can administer her the sedative" Sandra spoke and gave a reassuring smile to the nurse. "It's all been arranged with Dr Vickers. I'll be staying with Katherine tonight"

The nurse gently prised the cup from Katherine's shaking hand and tied the restraint around her wrist. Sandra slowly began to rip open the syringe. Giving the impression she was going to sedate Katherine. She looked quickly at Katherine who was now resting her head against the pillow. Her eyes were brimming with tears, pleading with her to give her the sedative. Why could she not understand the danger she was in if she didn't sleep tonight?

"I'll be down the corridor if you need me" the nurse said with a smile.

Sandra nodded her appreciation and watched as the young woman left the room. She waited for a few minutes then hurried towards the doorway and peered up and down the dimly lit corridor. There wasn't a soul about. She knew from discussions from Dr Vickers that it was only Katherine who was an occupant in the ICU ward. Though there was a conversation between herself, Dr Vickers and Dr Carver that Katherine would soon be moved to another ward. The ward was where patients were normally moved to after being discharged from the ICU ward. There would be more restrictions in place than the ward Katherine was previously in before her suicide attempt. This wouldn't help their chances of sneaking her out of the hospital. Unless she had inside help. There was the option of approaching the orderly Max. She knew that Katherine had grown to like the man. If she could perhaps try and talk to him. But he would not want to risk his job. But she had to focus on the here and now. And that was to keep Katherine awake.

She closed the door and advanced towards the bed again sitting at Katherine's side. She pushed the syringe back into its small plastic bag and placed it onto the tray, leaving it at her feet. "I told you Katherine. I'm not sedating you"

Katherine glowered at her in dismay. "You can't do this to me! My father will be so angry. Please, just give me the sedative!"

"No" she shook her head in discord. "I'm doing this to protect you. I'm going to get you more coffee. But I said I would phone Michael and let them know how you are. I won't be long, perhaps twenty minutes"

She received no reply except a stony annoyed stare. Katherine's eyes were narrowed with disgust. How could she do this to her? Put her in such danger? She wasn't protecting her. She flinched away as Sandra reached out to stroke her hair. Sandra frowned and rose to her feet. "I'll be back soon"

Katherine turned her gaze to her right. Her chest heaved up and down uneasily as she glanced at the clock. It was now 9pm. As each minute ticked by, she knew that her father would be expecting her consciousness to enter the dream. He would instantly know if she was sedated or not. She sat up a little and twisted to her left and peered down at the tray on the ground. If only she could untie these stupid fucking bindings on her wrists. Then she would grab the syringe and give herself the sedative. The only other option she had was to fall asleep now and try to reason with her father. Get him to understand that it was Sandra who was not giving her the sedative. He would be fucked off of course, but it was better than staying awake like Sandra suggested. She knew that Sandra meant well. But at the end of the day, Katherine knew what was best for her well-being and that meant falling asleep. She laid her head back against the pillow and soon as she closed her eyes, she drifted to sleep…

She felt scarred fingers curl into her messy hair and with a tug, her head was jerked upwards as her eyes flew opened. Her eyes blinked wildly as she adjusted to being in the dream and they stared into the piercing eyes of her father. His lean frame straddled her hips as he forced himself brusquely against her body. He cocked his head to the side, immediately detecting that she was not sedated. "Why are you not sedated?"

Katherine took a quivering breath. "Please listen to me daddy. I wasn't given it-"

His hand left her hair and snatched her throat and squeezed hard for a moment. "Did you refuse it?"

She attempted to shake her head, but he held her face tightly with his clawed glove and he leaned forward. Her lips trembled as she mustered her words together. "Please it wasn't me! It was Sandra!"

Freddy growled at the mention of the woman's name. "What did that bitch do?"

"She took over for the nurse. She said she would give me the sedative" She paused and tried to read her father's stoic face. What was he thinking? "But she didn't give me it. She put the syringe back in its packet. I begged her to give me the sedative. But she said no. She says she is trying to protect me by keeping me awake!"

Krueger's glove twitched and flexed as he withdrew it from her face. She noticed this and choked back a sob. "Please daddy, it's not my fault! It's Sandra's!"

Freddy titled his head to the right, growling and muttering softly to himself. The words were inaudible to her, hard to distinguish. He then pulled his gaze back to his daughter's shivering face. She quickly closed her eyes and braced herself for any slap or punch to her face. A sly smirk crossed his face then it disappeared as he brought his blades to her left cheek and lightly tapped her skin. "Look at me, baby girl"

She sniffled and slowly opened her eyes. Her bottom lip was sucked inwards under her top lip. A sign he knew so well. She was anxious. Full of fear at what he would do. He continued to pat her flesh with the tip of a blade. "This is what is going to happen. Now, listen carefully"

Katherine gave a curt nod and listened as he continued.

"I'm going to wake you up and you're going to get that bitch to give you the sedative"

She shook her head lightly. "But she won't give it to me! I asked her but she said no!"

"Sshh" he quickly placed a cold blade against her lips and silenced her. "I said listen, no talking. You will do as I say. You will tell that slut to give you the sedative. Or there will be consequences"

Her eyes blinked wildly as she tried to fight her tears. Consequences? What was he going to do to her? Freddy chortled darkly at her uneasiness that radiated from her and then leaned forward, "I'm going to give her fifteen minutes to sedate you. And if you aren't sleeping and fully sedated then…" he broke out into a heinous smile. "The next time you fall asleep I'll kill you"

"You'll kill me?" Katherine shook her head in disbelief. "You won't. I know you won't"

"I would. It if means keeping you away from them fuckers I will" he saw the flash of horror in her eyes. To be truthful, he didn't really want to kill her. Not yet anyway. Not until he gathered enough power to pull her soul into the dream world with him. But the mere threat of him ending her life would give her the little push to force Sandra to give her the sedative. It was all sadistic mind games. And there was one thing that he was good at and that was fucking with people's minds. Especially Katherine's. He carefully eyed her face. The edges of her mouth twitched, jerking uncertainly into a frown of confusion. Her eyes darted franticly about not focusing on anything. She finally took a deep breath and nodded. Her eyes finally landed on his. "Okay daddy. I'll tell her. I'll make her give me the sedative"

"Fifteen minutes" he warned. "And I'll know if you are sedated"

She nodded again, then in the distance above they both heard a faint voice calling for her. Freddy sneered and jabbed a blade at her. "Remember, I'll be waiting. I'll be counting down the minutes. Got it?"

Katherine swallowed thickly, then heard Sandra's voice piercing through into the dream. In a flash her body disappeared beneath him.

Sandra's face loomed above her as she was shaken awake. Katherine gripped the railings tightly as the woman quietly scolded her. "Katherine, you can't sleep. You know that!"

Pushing herself up against her pillow, Katherine begged. "Please, you must give me that sedative. He knew I wasn't sedated. He wants me sedated tonight"

"I don't give a shit what he wants Katherine-"

"He's going to kill me if I'm not sedated within the next fifteen minutes!" Katherine sobbed and tugged madly at her restraints. "He said he will kill me if I'm not sedated!"

Sandra straightened up and looked down at the tray at her feet. "Did he really say that?"

"HE DID!" she snapped angrily, then took a deep breath. "Please give me the sedative. There's one thing about my father. If he threatens you, he means it. He'll carry it through if you don't sedate me. He really will kill me! Please Sandra. Please sedate me!"

For a moment Sandra stood staring at the needle and bottle of sedative. How dare that bastard do that to her. To his own child. The manipulative fucker. He was out of control. She looked at Katherine sadly and gave a solemn nod. "Okay. I'll give you the sedative. But promise me that you'll fight him. No matter what he does to you. Promise me that you'll stand up for yourself. Okay?"

The girl nodded vehemently and watched eagerly as Sandra bent to pick up the sedative and syringe. She pulled it out and slowly drew the clear liquid into the syringe. With the needle and vial still upside down, she examined the body of the syringe for air bubbles. She then gently flicked the syringe to move all the bubbles to the top of the needle. Sandra took a concerned glance at Katherine as she pushed the plunger gently until a small amount of sedative spurted out of the tip of the needle.

Lifting her left arm Katherine watched with anticipation as Sandra inserted the tip of the silver needle into her arm and pushed the clear liquid into her. She sniffled and instantly her eyelids fluttered shut. As she withdrew the syringe from the girl's arm, she cursed out loud. "That son-of a bitch!"

Discarding the glass bottle and syringe into the plastic bag she threw it into a nearby bin. Then went to sit at Katherine's side, keeping a watchful presence over her.

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"Good girl"

Katherine's eyes flew opened as she was propelled back into the dream. She now stood at the side of the bed, again in the same attire her father appeared to enjoy seeing her in. Her pensive lifted towards him as he stood to her right. He flashed her a pleased smile at her obedience.

"She wasn't going to give me the sedative. She didn't believe that you would do that. What you said. But I told her that when you threaten people. You really do mean it" Katherine glanced at him. She then reached to her left to clutch the railing to steady herself. She felt lightheaded. The thumping of her heart within her chest was starting to intensify. God, she was starting to have a panic attack. She tried to take a deep breath. "She wasn't too happy"

"Like I care about what that fucking bitch thinks" Freddy scoffed. His eyes roamed over her body as she bent forward slightly. The sensation of rising anxiety exuded from her. He smirked then a scowl crossed his face.

She abruptly turned away and her right hand grasped the railing next to her left hand. Her breathing became labored, erratic and she gasped. "Are you going to kill anyone t-tonight?" The sheer thought of witnessing another death tonight horrified her. The last two to three days seeing those deaths of Kincaid, Dr Simms and Taryn had knocked her confidence.

Freddy took a small step towards her. He wanted to kill of course he did. But whether one of those fuckers would fall asleep was another thing. Then again there were other children's dreams in the town that he could enter and terrorize. But seeing Katherine like this, apprehensive. Her legs nearly buckling beneath her was something he had never seen before. He had never seen her have a panic attack. He may have seen memories of her suffering from them, particularly the memory of the panic attack she suffered in that therapy session with that bitch Dr Turner. But to witness her having one in front of him was something he was not accustomed to.

She clamped her eyes shut and felt her tremors becoming more violent as her legs shook harder. Her fingers curled around the metal, and she attempted to take a long deep breath, but her lungs were constricted and taut. A startled sob floated from her throat, and she then felt a scarred hand tenderly stroke her hair. His fingers on her hair made her skin crawl and she whimpered quietly.

Freddy gritted his teeth in irritation at her sound of discomfort and then gently curled his hand under her chin to tip her face towards him and used his clawed glove to remove her hand from the railing. "Come here baby"

He saw that her eyes were still clamped shut as she wheezed and gasped for air. His mind cast back to the memory of her therapy session she had with Sandra last week. What did that bitch do to allay her panic attack? A vision played out before him, and he clasped his glove over right hand and placed it on top of his grungy striped sweater. Directly on his chest with her palm facing down.

Katherine panted breathlessly and felt her chest tighten even more. Like a vice was squeezing around her heart, crushing it. Her eyes tentatively flickered opened as she felt him give her right hand a light squeeze with his glove. "Breathe with me. Nice and slow"

She gaped up at him, her lip trembling in surprise. Was he helping her through her panic attack? With a shaky nod she began to focus on his chest as he leisurely breathed in, then out. Her own breathing following suit as she stared at his chest. The slow, repetitive and calm nature of his breathing seemed to impact on her own and soon her breathing became synchronised with his. He smirked and reached up with his scarred hand and like he did when she was a little girl began to give little circular strokes to her right cheek with the back of fingers. A calming effect that he knew always soothed her as a child.

To say she was shocked was an understatement. The last few nights when she was dreaming, he was so twisted and cruel. Making her watch the atrocious way he murdered Kincaid, Simms and Taryn. Getting some sick enjoyment seeing her face contort into disgust and horror. But now he was acting benevolent with her. She blinked, breaking free of her thoughts. "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm just looking after my little girl" Freddy said with a small smile.

She took a reassuring deep breath and exhaled slowly, nodding once. "Okay daddy"

He smirked and gently took her hand from his chest and let it fall to her side. He then held out the bladed glove for her left hand to take. "Come on. Let's go"

Katherine shifted uneasily on her feet. "Where are you taking me?"

"To our home" he flicked his index bladed back and forth. "Come on"

She lifted her left hand and placed it in his out-stretched bladed glove and with a slight tug he led her out of the room. Her gaze was set down at her bare feet as he guided her down the corridor that was slowly becoming consumed in darkness with each passing step. He then stopped and she skidded to a halt, pulling her curious gaze upwards as a lightbulb flickered on above them. Her mouth gaped opened as she stared at the door to 'his' special room. A surge of panic gripped her, and she tried to tug her hand from his grip. "No!"

He turned to face her. "I'm not going to do anything. I promise"

Katherine whimpered. "Then why are we here?"

"I want you to paint for me tonight. I've placed your art stands in there tonight" he swung back towards the door as it slowly creaked opened. She swallowed thickly and anxiously walked after him as he led her through the doorway. He was right. There they were. Two of the art stands in the right-hand side of the room, beside the shelf that held his murderous gloves. He dropped her hand and motioned her forward towards the wooden art-stands. She noticed a small, raised table about five feet in height in between the art stands, with a variety of acrylic paints and water-based paints, along with a jar filled with paint brushes and a jug of water.

She walked over to them and saw two fresh pages attached to the stands. Ready to be painted on. Her eyes darted over her shoulder as she heard the door thump shut. Spinning around to him she rose her eyebrows in surprise. He lazily sat on a chair and stretched out his legs, raising his boots to rest on the seat of the other chair. Flashing her a smirk he said. "The last few nights have been very tiring for me after killing those little fucks. I think I deserve a night off. Don't you think?" He folded his steel clawed glove and scarred hand over each over against his chest.

Katherine gave a sheepish nod, then looked at the pages and back to her father. "What do you want me to paint?"

He chuckled darkly. "Who do you think?"

She saw the new black book of his victims appear and the pages slowly flickered opened, past each victim until they came to two blank pages. Katherine sighed and nodded grimly. She knew what he wanted. Turning away she began to prepare the paints and brushes. She quickly picked a thin paintbrush and dipped it into the water, then a small tub of beige paint. The tip of the brush then dipped into a tub of yellow paint and she grabbed the small wooden palette and began to smear the paint. After a few more minutes she was satisfied with the colour of the paint. The colour of flesh. Then she started to paint Taryns' corpse.

Freddy watched with intrigue as she worked away. The tip of the brushes glided effortlessly over the white page. Then she would tap and dab the colours in various parts of the corpse, detailing various cuts and slices on the skin around the flesh that was torn away. His eyes roamed over her curved frame, contemplating on what plan to conjure up to get her to let down her guard and give into him. So, he could touch her without her fighting him. It occurred to him that he was always jealous of children and adults being around her when he was alive and even now. But if he could make her jealous. Well, that could work in his favour. But what fucking bitch would he use to make her envious? He had to choose wisely. He snickered quietly at this.

Katherine glanced over at him as she heard him chuckle. His eyes were narrowed, hidden beneath the rim of his hat as he studied her. She could tell in the dim light that he was smiling at her. "What is it?"

He tipped his head back and shook his head. "Nothing sweetheart. Just thinking"

"What about?" she demanded.

"About you"

"What about me?" she asked.

"Oh" he smirked. "You'll find out soon"

She scowled and her eyes constricted in ire. "Tell me now!"

Freddy snarled at her and wagged a blade back and forth to scold her. "Don't you raise your voice to me baby girl. You know I don't like it" he then flicked his blades towards the art stands. "Go on. Finish your paintings"

Holding back her own snarl she spun back to the painting of Taryn and gave it a few finishing touches. Marring and dabbing dark red colours over the various dissolving organs, muscles and veins. She then picked up a clean paint brush and turned her attention to the other art stand and quickly painted the corpse of Kincaid. His body was laid in the middle of the boxing ring, with a pool of blood seeping from the four deep stab wounds from his stomach. His broad neck was angled at a heinous ninety-degree angle, signifying his broken neck. Just like her first painting, every bit of hair, skin, clothing was exactly like it was when he died. She took a step back and inspected the painting and sighed. It would have to do.

She didn't hear him approach as he curled his arms around her waist as he stepped up behind her. A startled yelp came from her as she jumped. Freddy sniggered, his hot breath fluttering over her hair as he snuggled his chin against the crook of her neck as he stooped down slightly. He lightly patted her stomach with his blades and murmured. "Very good"

Her nervous gaze was set straight ahead as he continued to stand behind her, his grip tight around her waist. After what seemed like an eternity to her, he spoke. "You can put them in the book" his lips crashed down onto her neck and kissed the tender flesh hard. Then with a smirk he moved away from her uncurling his arms from her body. But not before reaching down and giving her ass a tight squeeze with his left hand.

Katherine grimaced at his crude action and gathered her composure, trying to push the thought of his lips against neck to the back of her mind. It seemed he was teasing her with that kiss. She carefully tore the pages from the art stands and walked towards him as he now stood at the bench in front of the opened book. He smiled at her as she delicately placed each painting onto each page. First Taryn, then Kincaid's. With a thud the book quickly slammed shut and he pushed it to the far left, then with a single tap of a blade the red photo book he made of her appeared. She glanced up at him with surprise.

His left hand slipped into his back pocket and pulled out photos he took from her home in Central City. One of her on her 14th birthday, a photo of her sitting on the pebbled beach at the nature reserve as the sun set behind her. The next two were of her 18th birthday and her prom night. He grinned as he laid then out on the bench then placed a final one beside them. Something she was shocked to see him have. It was a photo of her dressed in her netball outfit – navy pleated skirt, cream and navy vest top with the number 7 printed across her chest. Her blushing red face smiled at the camera with her hair tied back in a pigtail.

"You took that?" she asked and glared at him.

"Yes. I did" he nodded with a smile.

She watched on as the pages turned quickly to the next free page after those degrading pictures he had taken of her as a child. With a cluck of his tongue, he languidly licked the back of each photo and placed them in the free page. He admired each photo silently then the book slammed shut as he turned to face her. "Let's go upstairs"

"Where to exactly?" She said with hesitation in her voice.

"To the living room. That's all" he smirked, noticing the uneasiness that emanated from her.

Katherine exhaled softly and followed him out the room and up the rickety stairs to the hallway. They soon entered the living room where Freddy flopped down on the busted sofa and lightly patted the space to his left. "C'mon. Sit"

She sighed and reluctantly sat at his side, leaning back against the frayed fabric. Her body tensed as he draped his left arm over her shoulder, a cunning smile soon crossed his face. "Relax honey. Nothing is going to happen. I just want a little cuddle from you"

Her head twisted around to glower at him in confusion. "A cuddle?"

"Mmm-mmm" he murmured and nodded.

A part of her was suspicious of his serene stance he was showing her tonight. However, there was a little bit of curiosity in her that wanted to see how he would act around her if she did give into his placid demeanour. She shifted slightly and laid her head against the crook of his shoulder, and he smiled in success as he dipped his head down to kiss her hair. "Good girl"

The seconds slowly ticked by as her stiff body melted into his frame, a sense of calm overpowering her. The scarred fingertips of his burnt hand lightly trailed over her bare arm as she snuggled against his grungy sweater. He brushed his rough lips along her hair and whispered. "Lay your head on my lap"

Her hands clenched tightly in suspense. "W-what?"

"Lay your head on my lap, sweetheart" he cooed again.

She slowly lifted her head from his chest and chewed her bottom lip. "You won't do anything to me? No?"

Freddy chuckled. "If I wanted to do something to you, I would have done it by now"

She considered this and then gave a muted nod. He smiled and watched as she shifted to her left and laid her head on his lap, staring up at him. Her legs were stretched out on the couch, trembling violently. Noticing her apprehension, he gently placed his burnt hand on her left knee and stroked around the flesh, soothing her. Katherine stared up at him, her lips quivering as he continued to caress the skin above her knee. Looking down at her, Freddy gave a pleased smile and wrapped his bladed glove around the top of her hair. His thumb lightly rubbed her forehead and she frowned. "You're up to something"

He tossed her a fleeting smile and shook his head. "I'm not Katherine"

She gulped and sighed. "Okay daddy"

Freddy brought his scarred hand to her face and cupped it lightly. "Close your eyes"

Licking her lips nervously she gave a curt nod, and soon her eyes fluttered shut. After a few minutes a wave of exhaustion overcame her, and she was soon fast asleep. Freddy grinned and withdrew his hand from her chin and rested it back on her knee. Lifting his brooding gaze from her sleeping face he glared at the dormant fireplace and saw various shadows merging from within the hearth. In a flash a bright hot orange fire filled the hearth, and the three disfigured burnt faces of the demons greeted him as they slithered inside the flames. The leader of the trio surged forward and lingered feet from the couch. He glanced at the sleeping figure of Freddy's daughter then craned his gaze towards him. "You have a plan, yes? To make her jealous?"

Freddy's lips tugged upwards into a cunning smile. "Yes"

"How so?"

He looked down briefly at Katherine's sleeping face then cackled nastily. "Oh, I have something in mind. Like using one of them fucking whores" It always was a fantasy of his when he was alive to take that little bitch to his boiler room, touch her up then gouge out those beautiful blue eyes of hers. If he could make Katherine jealous and get his dark twisted fantasy to become a reality at the same time, then it would be fucking fantastic.

The lead demon broke out into a malicious smile as he read Krueger's thoughts, seeing in the depths of the man's depraved mind the girl he would use to make his daughter jealous.

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I was a little disappointed with the lack of feedback / reviews from the last chapter. I hope to get some for this one. Thanks for reading and please review.

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