All right, Kruegerites! Chapter 11 is finally up. I do apologize for the lateness but I've been doing a lot of studying. I'm going to be enlisting in the U.S. Navy sometime in spring and I need to focus more on my endurance, strength and studying for the ASVAB. I really don't want to get in trouble for this story so I'm going to be posting my disclaimer on this chapter. I should have done it on the first chapter but I can't seem to put it on the first chapter, idk. So this chapter is going to be a little shorter since it's going to sum up some things within the last few chapters. But hopefully you will enjoy. Here's the disclaimer:

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September 1971

Well….the lawyer said that I am going to get the entire charges drop due to a technicality, as he calls it. Basically what happened is that the stupid pigs forgot to get a search warrant signed by a judge. Without that being signed, what they did was illegal. Now if only they could be caught for the other crap they do: beating up people from doing nothing but asking a question, being smart-asses at patrol stops just because someone had a tail light out. With this though, I'm glad I'm being let off. They all know I'm guilty, but they just don't realize that Springwood Police are absolute retards when it comes to protocol or even following the law. That's interesting: Pigs who don't uphold the law. How Ironic in this situation! So…anyways. The lawyer said I don't need to sit in the house anymore since they have uplifted the house arrest thing. I don't have any freaking police outside my house trying to keep an eye on me. So now I just have an empty house. Don't even get me started on Katherine. She's still in the orphanage. I can't write her or anything, if I do they will put me in jail for parole violation. How come I am on parole when all of these charges have been dropped? I asked the same question to the lawyer and he even didn't have a straight answer for me. Goes to show you that going to Harvard won't give you every answer. I still miss her a lot but I've come accustomed to the quiet of the house. At night I can hear the walls breathing. Yes! Wall can breathe. The creek, shift and pop every once in a while. It's comfortable really.

All the stuff in the basement is gone since they police took everything, but that doesn't mean I can't still make new ones. Those stupid little knives were only prototypes, which now I can work on better functions of the glove. Better materials since I'm now doing it from work. They did give me the job back, but it was soon changed. I came in and started to work on attendance and doing my regular thing. Everyone kept looking at me, giving me huffy looks. They were whispering at me, "Look at him trying to come back in to work, fucking bastard." There's that name again. Bastard. I just shrug it off, still doing my job. When I was on my lunch break though, no one sat at the table I sat at. They would look at me while I ate, sneering gestures and middle fingers populated the mess hall. When I went to throw my lunch bag away, one of the guys stopped me. "You know, it doesn't matter if it was a technicality, you still killed those children for your sick minded games. You won't be walking away for long." He looked behind me and I turned to find 3 other men standing all around me. I was a little bit frightened but it excited me. My blood pumped through my veins like a bass drum. The anticipation of what's next kept flowing in my head. One of the guys grabbed me while the other one took a hit to my face. I went down onto the ground and they started throwing punches at my face, kicking my sides and back. "Fucking ass hole. You are going to be dead the next time I see you!" I just curled myself up and let them kick me some more. The guy who did approach me was none other than Jamie's dad, Howard. He didn't know what I had planned for him. The pure ecstasy of revenge doesn't leave a bad tasted in your mouth. The big boss walked in and stopped the fight. He helped me up, which I could tell by his hesitation he would rather let them continue to beat my ass than anything, and walked with me to his office. He realized that with everything going it, it would be better for me to pick up another position for the safety and well-being of myself. Well-being? I think that I've gone passed that point. I almost laughed when he mentioned those words. So, I work in the basement now, recording temperatures of the furnaces and everything. I still get the same pay so it's not too bad. Sucks I can't sit there and yell at someone to do their job, but it does have a relaxing atmosphere. I hear the pipes hiss and pop, just like at home. I have table lamps set up at the workstation, leather stool to sit on, reclining chair and a small TV for breaks. No one really comes to check on me anymore. The big boss did for only a week then after no one comes down. Oh well, at least I'm at home here.

I have started to work on my other project since I'm not supervised. I saw some leather gloves that were stashed away in a broom closet, tried them on and then started to see that these gloves were durable and can take a lot of weight. After work, I go to the workbench and bend and cut metal, shaping them on a steel wool wheel, sharpening and watching them shine. How pretty they look. My babies, they will do so well for me. Like I said before, everyone can kick, punch or do whatever to me. What they don't realize that something is up their alley that's going to bite them in the ass.

October 1971

I've finally got 4 blades finished. I used one of them last night. I didn't know how pristine they would look with that sheer crimson sprayed on them.

I took a day off yesterday and decided to come up with a game plan to win back Jamie. I did see her at the grocery store, and I decide to say hi to her. She has read the articles about me and the incriminating evidence that was found at the house, but she still said hi to me. It really turned me on that she was able to look at evil in the face and not budge. I kept with the small talk of how she was and how school is. She responded back, calmly and with a small smile. She looked so beautiful now a days being fifteen. She said she's been working a project with Karen down the street, trying to build a Rube Goldberg to raise a metal and drop it on an egg. Sound a little strange to be but I still nodded my head. I asked her if she needed any help on the project. That's when I noticed she was terrified. Her eyes fluctuated and she paused at her answer. She said, no, of course, and said it should be ok to get everything working. I told her if she needed any supplies from work as in metal or string, she can let me know. She smiled, her little lips quivering a little, and said her goodbye. She looked adorable in her little poncho and her hair all pulled up in a bun. She almost looked like Loretta when she was young. MMM. I would love to see everything else she has since she's grown into a beautiful teenager.

I went home that night and thought of a plan to figure out how to get Jamie alone with me. I was in the bathroom for 2 hours thinking about her until my whole body was numb and sore. I had to think of something quick. I bought home some clorophorm, a clean rag, and my blades home so I could have them with me when I took her back to the basement at work. I realized I should keep everything in the house from the last time this happened. Instead, I keep everything now in the basement, locked away in a small little cabinet. I had to get rid of the ice cream truck so now I just have my little pick-up. I think it will due given the circumstances.

I knew where Jamie lived and I knew her routine. At around 8:00 she would be walking home from Karen's house. If I needed to catch her, I would need to act quickly. I got into my truck and hurriedly got over to Cedar St. I saw her walk out of Karen's house, holding her books in her left hand. She looked adorable all dolled up in a green skirt and orange poncho. I crawled up to her, rolled down my window and asked her if she needed a ride. It was a pretty chilly night given it was only October. I felt that winter was on it's way in a hurry. She said she was fine and it was only a short walk. I reassured her that she was going to catch a cold before even getting on her street. After sitting there, debating with her, she said ok. She hopped into the truck and my head began to go numb. I wanted to be able to remember something like this but I kept going in and out of consciousness. It was as if I was dreaming then waking back up.

You did ask her how the project was going, and she said slowly but it's getting done. You kept looking at her skirt trying to see if it would ride a little higher showing her milky white legs. Ooh, that girl had something good going with her. You did go another route, and she noticed she was not on the right road. You said, you forgot something at work that you need to get quickly. She was a little testy but you re-assured her that if you didn't get it tonight and right now, that you would lose your job. She felt the sympathy card that you played and she nodded. You got to the factory gates, and slowly entered the grounds. You parked closed to the steel door and said, I'll be right back. You left the car off and walked into the door. You maneuvered quickly, running through hallways and corridors, to get to the other door which was behind the truck. You opened it and slowly crept to behind the tailgate of the car. She started to read her biology book, waiting for your return. You moved the sliding glass window, slowly to not make a sound. You presented the rag, and soaked it with chloroform, You grabbed her and placed the rag over her mouth and nose. She struggled, throwing her books onto the floorboard. She violently jerked around until her movements became slowed then, stopped. She slumped over the seat and you went to her door, grabbing her arm and carried her into the steel door, You had this huge smile across your face, as if you were waiting 50 years to claim your prize.

Well it had been over 6 years. But go on. I love how you guys tell the story.

You got her into the basement, hot and damp. You removed her poncho and saw her white blouse with her breast almost bulging from the fabric. It was tight and pressed so close that her bra was easily shown. You took her shoes off and removed her yellow stockings. Her legs were so white! You hiked up her skirt, revealing her white panties, covering her secret spot. She smelled so ripe and good, even we were ecstatic! You put her skirt back down and went to your work bench. You've been waiting for this for so long, you were taking so much pleasure and time into it. The thing was is that you kept thinking of her as a small child. She was your oldest you've ever taken and you had to keep that mindset. You grabbed your claw and begin to move it slightly over her ivory skin. She moaned and shivered at the cool steel. You traced it down her arms, up her arms down her breast, her stomach, her legs. You played with her for what seemed forever. She then started to wake up and noticed you standing over her. Her eyes went wide and she was about to bolt up but she saw the blade, resting on her chest. You were tapping your finger in time with the second hand on the clock; smooth and effortlessly. She went still and looked right back up at you.

Let me tell this part. She was so pretty, laying there in utter fear. The God complex within me was on overdrive.

"What are you doing, Mr. Krueger?" she asked quietly, not trying to sound terrified. Too late.

"What I'm doing, Jamie is playing. I like to play you see? This is my blades. My glove. I like to have fun and play. You were so pretty when you were a child. Why did you have to grow up? Not saying that growing up made you undesirable, but your innocence is gone. Remember when we use to play, Jamie?" I moved the blade over her arms, watching her hairs stand on end.

"Yes, Freddy. I remember. We use to play with dolls and then act out."

"So you do remember. We use to have so much fun. When you stopped coming over I got very sad and very angry. I lost one of my playmates. I'm sorry I had to put that rag over your face but I need you unconcious so you could come down to see my room. I've missed you so much, Jamie. I want to play again. Will you play with me?" The kid voice I was using was starting to get her warmed up.

"What do you want to play, Freddy?" she asked. I watched her tears fall down the sides of her face; her bottom lip quivering in fear. I was getting close.

"Everything, Jamie. Everything."

Author's Note: Due to the graphic nature of what happens after this, I will not put it into this story. I do not want my story to be removed/deleted from the site. I apologize for the other Krugerites who want to know. Let your imagination take over and create your own version of this part. Now...on with the story.

After we played around and I cleaned off my blades, I gathered her in my arms. She was so pretty, it was almost as if she was asleep. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly opened. Her hair was over my wrist and arm when I carried her, chestnut brown with small curls. I didn't want to forget this image. She was almost an angel.

If it weren't for the cuts and huge gashes in her neck, arms and legs and covered everywhere in blood, then of course she would look like an angel.

I laid her on a metal sheet and lifted it up toward the opening of the furnace. She was a great playmate, but old times die hard. I pushed the sheet metal into the hot coals and watched her body warp, blackened, then burn into ashes. It was a great time for me because I felt better. I didn't have the pressure of making sure everything was done perfectly. I did what I did and I felt more alive and yet more centered. I love playing God! I love the sensation of taking a live, giving pleasure and knowing that I can do what the fuck I want. She even moaned and screamed my name when we played, I knew that I would always be a part of her whether it was in life or death. I will see her again and I know she will want to do what we did tonight over and over again.

It's so much fun. You need to clean this up soon before you leave.

Oh, don't worry. I got this all under control, again. This time, there will be nothing left behind.

November 1971

I finally got around to my routine again. It's been over a month since Jamie's mom and dad reported her missing. Of course they come running in to me, asking about her dissapearance. I say nothing, that I've been going back and forth from home to work. They wanted to do an inspection of the house, but I told them no since there was no signed search warrant. I can't believe they wanted to try and screw me over again. What fucking idiots. They said they will be back with a warrant and will make sure I rot. Pfft. Whatever. They can't get me now. I've hidden everything. Nothing is in my home beside my blades but those are hidden somewhere even I'm not saying in this journal. It's only for my purpose only. I did manage to get another child lured into my grasp. Her name was Danielle and she is 5 years old. I love her smile. I keep seeing it in my dreams. Even after I cut her and burned her, I can still hear her giggling. It's so cute, as if she still wants to play even though she's dead. The cops believe that either I'm back doing what I'm doing or there's a copycat trying to get the same hype as I did with all the newspaper articles. Honestly I just go to work, work in the dark, come home and lay...in the dark. It's only a matter of time until I can finally fulfill my needs and never have to do this again. THen hopefully I'll get to see my beautiful Katherine. I miss her so much. I pray every night hoping that she's at my front door, waiting to grab me and squeeze the air in my lungs. That girl has got a grip on her though. I think she got that from me because Loretta was so clumbsy. I swear her hands were made of butter and when she would cook, that butter would warm and make her hands so slippery. Dumb woman. I'm afraid that I'm not going to spend another Christmas with her. I want to buy her gifts and send them to the orphange where she is but I don't know which one she is at. They won't give me an address. I hate CPS. All they do is take your children away and just say "oh well, you screwed up you don't get a second chance." the fuck I don't. I want her back I can't keep doing this anymore; waiting for a phone call or my door to ring. I want my child back and if it comes to that point, there will be nothing to stop me. And I mean nothing.

#17 is over and done with. Only 3 more to go and then I'll be complete again.

December 1971.

I hate Christmas.

I hate snow.

I hate people singing outside my window at 8:30 at night.

I hate the lights, the decorations; it makes me sick.

I hate the lingering happiness that looms in the air; on the street; in town

I burned my tree so I woudn't have to look at it when I go into the garage.

I burned the christmas lights and colorful bulbs.

I like to listen to them pop.

mmmm..POP!

Can't stand it.

There's nothing here.

I'm nothing.

No noise, no breathing.

No heartbeat.

This house is dead; dead like the children.

Dead like me.

I'm moving out.

I'm going to live at work.

I feel numb at work so I won't feel what I have lost.

My wife, my child, my sanity.

I would rather live in darkness than at a cosy home.

I smell; like diesel and carbon.

I taste nothing but black reminenses of dead kids, my kids.

Katherine is my child.

I miss her so.

I love her so much.

I want her back.

I'm going to get what I want, whether they like it or not.

I will make them pay for taking her away from me.

Their medicine is long over due.

I'm not wanting to wait anymore.

It's almost time.

Almost.

#18; 2 more to go.


i'm gonna end it for this chapter. It's coming to an end...(oh no). I will be posting the last chapter in a few weeks, as long as I have the time from working, conditioning and end of FCK. Or is it the beginning? As always please Rate and Review. Thanks to everyone. Without your support and input, this story would have ended a long time ago.