Thank you for the reviews, favorites and follows so far.
In response to the anonymous reviewer -Ironicist - I thought i would answer your question on here. Actually, this story is part of a trilogy - the other two stories are not on this site - they were but not anymore. But I have always been interested in Katherine/Maggie going to the dark side. The reason why she is like she is in this story is due to her childhood. I have seen parts of the comic where Maggie goes mad. But I am hoping to do a story where Maggie turns to the darkside (set after FVJ) -though not sure when I will write it. But thanks for your question, review. :)
Warning - Rated M for some sexual content.
Chapter 17: A Way to Resist
The sleeping figure of Katherine looked so serene as she laid on her hospital bed. But that didn't give Sandra any comfort as she sat at the girl's bedside. It was now past mid-night and for the last two and half hours she had sat vigilantly watching over the young woman. There was no whimpering or indication that anything was happening in her dream. But that meant fuck all to her. The girl was in danger no matter what.
She drunk the rest of her lukewarm coffee and heard a set of footsteps approaching the room. Turing in her seat she saw the nurse from earlier, "Hi, are you okay? Do you want me to take over?"
Sandra looked momentarily at Katherine's sleeping form. "Are you sure? I would just need to head out for an hour or two"
"You should go home, get some rest. There isn't much you can do if Miss Krueger is sedated"
"I'm just afraid that she will have a bad dream" Sandra sighed. Unsure whether to leave the girl. "Would you just sit with her until I come back? And please let me know if there are any signs that she was having a nightmare?"
"Signs?"
"Yes, if she starts to whimper or cry in her dream. Please?" Sandra begged.
"Yes" the woman sat in Sandra's seat as she rose to her feet. "I'll be here until you get back"
She grabbed her bag and smiled appreciatively before giving one last concerned look at Katherine's sleeping body. Her heels clicked loudly in the quiet corridor as she hurried down towards the stairwell that led to the floor below. She soon came to her office and grabbed her coat and her case file of Katherine. But before she left the building a thought entered her mind.
Xxx
"He what?" Michael sneered in disgust. "He threatened to kill Katherine if you didn't sedate her?"
Sandra nodded grimly as she stood in the small kitchenette of the motel room. Michael stood before her, with Nancy, Glen, Kristen and Joey lingering on the bed behind them. "Yes, he did. I wanted to tell you all in person. One of the nurses is sitting with her until I go back"
"I'm going into the dream" her son said.
"No Michael!" she snapped. "He'll go after you"
"I can't just let her be alone with that bastard. God knows what he's going to do to her!" he seethed.
"I'll go with you" Kristen rose to her feet.
Nancy and the others exchanged terrified looks. "Kristen, are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, both you would be in danger. We can't risk anyone else sleeping. Also, there is the fact that Katherine is sedated. Would you not be trapped in the dream with her until she wakes up?"
The blond-haired girl shook her head. "No, it would be okay. It would be different if I was sedated and I brought you into my dream, then I wouldn't be able to wake any of us up. But if I go to sleep and bring Michael in with mem then it should be okay. if I could even sense that Katherine is okay or even bring her into my dream temporarily just to make sure she's okay then I could safely wake me and Michael up"
Joey sighed and stood up beside his friend. "I don't like this, Kristen. I've lost my best friend the other day, I don't want to lose you too"
"We'll only be asleep for half an hour. I want to try out my powers too" she reassured her friend. "Trust me, okay?"
He grudgingly nodded. "Okay"
"Listen, we will wake you up if we see you struggling" Sandra said. "I have epinephrine to wake you up"
"What is that?" Nancy asked.
"It's adrenaline. It will shock your system to wake you up" she replied and went to her bag, taking out a large silver vial of clear liquid. Along the front of the bottle was a white label that read – 50ml Epinephrine. She then left two new syringes on the table beside the bed. "I would need one of you to help me administer it to Kristen if she is in trouble. I'll give a shot to Michael"
"Uh, I've never given an injection to anyone" Nancy said hesitantly.
"I'll do it" Glenn piped up.
"You would need to stab the needle right into their heart, then quicky inject them with the adrenaline"
Nancy and Joey exchanged nervous looks, as the latter asked. "Will it work?"
"Yes" Sandra nodded. "I've had to use adrenaline before to wake up previous patients. It'll be okay"
Michael eagerly settled himself on the double bed and glanced to his left as Kristen rested her wary body at his side. She turned her face towards him and forced a smile. "You ready?"
"Yes. Just half an hour. Focus on where Katherine is"
She nodded and they both took deep breaths, before closing their eyes…
In the dreamworld, Freddy still cradled Katherine's head on his lap. His fingertips trailed lightly over her forehead, caressing along her right cheek and down towards her chin where it stroked and teased her flesh gently. She snuggled her face against his grungy sweater and absently grabbed a fistful of the red and green material with her right hand. Though she did not stir from her slumber within the dream. The fingers on his hand trailed back towards her hair and then his movements suddenly stopped as his head whipped up towards the fire burning in the hearth. The corner of his charred lips curled into a fiendish grin. He could sense two little piggies entering the dreamscape. "The little sneak and that blond-haired whore is here" he whispered to himself.
The dark carnal urge to go after them both engulfed him. As much as he wanted to kill them both, especially that fucker Michael, he would control his murderous desires for tonight. Though, that didn't mean he couldn't fuck them up a little. A malevolent grin grew across his face, and he lifted his right arm, flexing and flicking his index blade through the air. The flames began to ripple and part, a shimmering light shone outwards and then dimmed. The space in between the parted flames began to show the corridors and passageways of the power plant. He closed his eyes and focused on the two little shits minds and with a wicked grin opened his eyes as their bodies entered view as they walked hurriedly down one of the bottom corridors of the plant. The distinct voice of Michael was calling out a name. Katherine's name.
"So, they're looking for you" he looked down at Katherine's sleeping face. "Let's have a little fun with them!"
His dark, cruel eyes lifted towards the vision and gave a vindictive smile.
"Katherine!" Michael called out again. His voice echoed off the steel walls of the power plant. He looked warily at Kristen who walked closely at his side. "Are you sure you can't sense her presence?"
"No" she shook her head. "It's like I'm being blocked out"
"He's probably doing it" Michael sneered. They walked in silence, glancing cautiously at each passing corridor and turned left into the next corridor and then froze. At the far end of the corridor was an opening and the shadows of little children ran amok, giggling and laughing. Then their laughter began to subside, and they could see their faint silhouettes as three little girls in their dresses started to partake in a game of jump-rope. Michael and Kristen exchanged nervous looks as the haunting rhyme resonated all around.
"One, two Freddy's coming for you. Three, four better lock your door. Five, six grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, gonna stay up late. Nine, ten never sleep again"
As they softly finished the chilling rhyme, a piercing scream echoed from their direction. And instantly Michael became alert. His eyes widened in realisation. He knew that voice. "Oh, my god. Katherine!"
Kristen tried to grab his arm, but he shrugged her hand away and ran down the corridor. "No! Michael wait!"
She ran after him as he darted into the next corridor and saw the outline of a body being dragged into an adjacent passageway about ten feet down to their left. Kristen panted and wheezed, attempting to keep up with him and saw him clench his fists. She followed him into the passageway and saw him staggering to a stop about several feet ahead. "What is it?"
"I saw someone being dragged here!" he wildly looked up and down the darkened corridor.
"Michael. I can't sense her presence anywhere near us!" Kristen said calmly.
"But we heard her screaming!" Michael turned towards her. "She's here!"
"It's Freddy. He's trying to trick us" she took a step towards him and gently clasped his shoulder, spinning him around to her. "We must stick together. Okay?"
He sighed and nodded. "I know. I'm just worried for her"
Kristen smiled sadly and opened her mouth, ready to reassure him when her gaze suddenly noticed the barren metal walls and the corridor, they were now in. The walls on each side were about six feet apart. Her eyes darted momentarily up at the ceiling that loomed about ten feet above them. She knew that last time she was here there would have been chains dangling and swaying. "We've got to get out of here"
"What?"
Kristen swung around and cursed. The doorway that allowed them to enter this corridor was gone. In its place was a thick metal door. "Damn it! I've been here before" she whimpered as a gush of water flooded around their ankles. Gushing and lapping out from under the rims of the walls to either side. "No, no"
"It's okay. We'll find a way out of here" Michael encouraged. He turned and beckoned her to follow. They waddled through the water that was steadily rising past their ankles and up towards their knees.
"You don't understand" Kristen muttered. "I can't swim!"
He clutched her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "Keep calm. Let's go"
She nodded half-heartedly and followed him as he led her down the corridor. The water continued to rise, more water starting to stream out of various cracked and broken pipes that aligned the walls to either side of them. Michael came to a stop and frowned. Up ahead was a dead end. "Shit. We can't get out"
"Fuck!" Kristen panicked as the water rose to her chest. "I'll wake us up"
Michael huddled closer to her, and they both raised up on their tiptoes as the water swarmed upwards to below their necks. Kristen inhaled sharply, a tug of fear tightening around her chest as she slowly began to lose her composure. But she knew she had to focus if she was to succeed in waking up safely. Her blue eyes closed, and she placed two fingers from her right hand on the side of her temple, straining to use her power to force themselves awake. But the feel of the water inching along her neck towards her chin made her whimper and she shook her head. "Please…wake up!"
"What's wrong, bitch?" Freddy's voice growled from the air above them. "Can't wake up?"
His maniacal laughter ricocheted from everywhere, startling them both.
Kristen gasped as the water slushed up and she gagged as a mouthful washed into her mouth. She choked and grabbed Michael's arms as he floated in the water. He held her aloft in the water and then sneered up at the ceiling. "Where's Katherine?"
"She's none of your concern, boy!"
Michael began to rebuke, but a wave of water crashed into them from their left causing Kristen to scream and lose her grip on his arm. Her body dipped under the water as the wave surged them down the corridor. She felt a hand grip her shoulder and tug her upwards. As her face broke through the grimy water, she screamed at what she saw. Floating nearby where the bodies of Kincaid and Taryn. Dark crimson blood continued to spew from their corpses. Taryn's gaunt, sunken eyes stared up at them both. Her skin around her chest and stomach was sliced away, revealing the dissolved mushy remains of her stomach, intestines and kidneys. The organs were blackened and rotten. She tugged wildly at Michael's arm, breaking him free from his trance as he glared at the bodies in disgust and fear.
As he turned to swim away from them with Kristen still hanging onto his arm, they heard the low moans of the bodies and before they could react, they were pounced upon. Kincaid's hand brusquely shoved Michael's head under the water, while Taryn's thin hands grasped Kristen's blond hair and plunged her into the water depths below. Michael and Kristen thrashed and screamed under the dirty water, feeling the sharp nails of the cadavers slashing and tearing at their arms and chests. Their bodies were pulled deeper into the water and before they thought they would lose consciousness; they felt a piercing stab right into their hearts…
Freddy sneered as he witnessed their bodies disappear from beneath the water. Their presence now gone from the dream. He quietly chuckled knowing that the apparitions of Kincaid and Taryn had managed to cause Michael and Kristen some injury. It wasn't as much as he wanted. Just a few cuts and scratches. He averted his gaze down towards Katherine's sleeping form. At least he had kept them away from Katherine, shielding her presence from them. The next time that any one of those brats slept he would gut them. But as for the bitch he would use to make Katherine jealous. Well, he would let them survive for a little while longer.
Michael and Kristen gasped as they jolted up on the bed. Stood at either side of them was Glenn and Sandra, each holding a syringe. The contents half empty. Sandra dropped her needle onto the chest of drawers and sat at their side. "Are you okay?" she carefully inspected them.
Kristen hissed and groaned in pain, feeling a warm liquid trickling down her arms. She lowered her fearful gaze to see several long tears on her long-sleeved jumper and the faint red liquid of her blood marring her skin beneath. "I'm hurt. God, we saw Kincaid and Taryn!"
Sandra looked at them both and sighed. "You both have some cuts and scratches" she turned towards Nancy. "Would you get my first aid kit from my suitcase please?"
She nodded and rushed over to a small grey suitcase at the back of the room, unzipping it and took out a green first aid bag. After handing it over to her, Sandra said. "Would you treat Kristen?"
"I'll make us some coffee" Joey offered and went to the kitchen.
"Did you see Katherine?" Glenn asked.
"No" Kristen hooked her jumper over her head. "That fucker was blocking my power. I couldn't sense her"
"I'll head back to the hospital soon. I'll phone you when I get there" Sandra forced a smile. "I'm sure she's okay"
Michael sighed in aggravation and held back a hiss of pain as his mother soothed ointment over his cuts on his shoulder. "I wish there was something we could do for her"
"She would want you to survive. To keep awake"
He looked up at his mother and nodded. She was right. They had to stay awake from now no. No more risks. "How long do you think it will be before we can visit her?"
"I'm not sure" she lifted a thick roll of bandage and began to unravel it. "She may be moved out of the ICU ward in the next few days. She has a meeting tomorrow with a counsellor. A trauma specialist. I told her not to mention anything about her dreams. Just to say she has been having flashbacks about her childhood and she is finding it difficult being in Westin Hills. That it all got too much for her"
The smell of hot coffee filled the air as Joey and Glenn carried in two trays of mugs.
"I have something to give you" Sandra said as she finished applying another bandaged to her son's other arm. "Armodafinil"
Michael looked up at her sharply. "A stimulant?"
"Yes"
"Will it help us stay awake?" Nancy asked.
"Yes, it should help you stay alert. I could only get 30 tablets" she bent down towards her bag and lifted out a small blue bottle and then grabbed five more empty white bottles. "You can take two each time. No more than six in a day. I can give you six each"
She shook out the six tablets from the blue prescription bottle into each white bottle, then held them out for each of them to take. They muttered their thanks and stowed them away in their pockets. For the next few minutes, they sat in silence and sipped their coffee. Sandra and Nancy quietly finished tending to Michael and Kristen's wounds. Sandra then switched on the TV and turned the channel onto a movie. Clearing her throat, she locked her gaze with Michael. "Can I speak with you outside Michael?"
As they left the motel room, Kristen and Nancy congregated on the bed whispering and talking quietly. While Glenn and Joey soon became engrossed on the movie. Sandra approached her car and unlocked it, walking around to the boot. She popped it open and lifted out a small white plastic bag. "I managed to get a uniform for you. An hospital attendant uniform"
"What the hell for?" he glanced at the bag, then at her with wide eyes.
"I spoke to Sheriff Thompson this afternoon. He's agreed to help me sneak you into Westin Hills tomorrow evening" she saw the look of surprise, then excitement spread across his face. "Don't say anything to the others. Not yet anyway until we can safely sneak you in and out of the ICU ward"
"How can you get inside?"
"Donald has been studying the layout of the building. There is a set of emergency doors at the back of the hospital. I have sometimes seen some of the staff sneaking out there for smoke breaks. We can sneak you in there. There is a set of elevators that can bring us straight up to the ICU ward on level 3. The ward is usually quiet. Though it'll only be for an hour. Okay?"
He nodded and broke out into a smile. "That's great. Can I bring her anything?"
"No" she shook her head. "There is something else I want to tell you. To tell all of you" her eyes glanced back to the motel room. "But I can't. Not now. There is a risk that Freddy might find out"
Michael mused thoughtfully. He knew that she was wise not to say anything to them. If Freddy was raiding Katherine's mind, he would easily invade their memories to find out what they have been discussing over the last few days. "I understand. Thanks for you know being here. I know it's hard being away from Dad"
She smiled. "I'm sure we'll both get to see him soon"
Xxx
A low soft moan murmured from Katherine as her head lulled to the right. Her eyes rolled and fluttered wildly as she dazedly opened her eyes. After a few seconds her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and the scarred face of her father came into view. She blinked slowly and sighed. "How long was I out?"
"A few hours" he smirked slyly.
"Have I been like this?" she glanced at the fire in the hearth, then back to him. "On your lap?"
"Mmm-mmm" he nodded.
Her eyes scrutinized his face quietly then she glanced down at her dress and body. Nothing was out of place. "Did anything happen?"
Freddy's lips curled into a furtive smirk. "No. Nothing happened baby girl" He would let Sandra tell her that Michael and Kristen had entered the dream. "I want you to go to sleep in the afternoon"
"Uh…" she quickly remembered that there was a therapist coming to see her. "I have someone coming to see me in tomorrow. A trauma specialist. I'm not sure how long they'll be with me. And usually, Dr Vickers would treat and tend to my wounds. I think they'll be taking out my stitches on my back. So, I'm not sure I'll get a chance to sleep"
He let out a low growl of discontent and grasped her face, tugging her gaze towards his. "Whenever they are done with you. You will have a quick nap"
Her bottom lip was sucked under her top lip as she gave a hesitant nod. Even though his conduct had been calm and pleasant around her, she still felt a pang of uneasiness. He sensed her apprehension and chuckled. "You really think I'm going to do something to you?"
"You're unpredictable now!" she muttered. "I don't know what you're going to do to me from one dream to the next!"
He chuckled again. She was right, his actions around her from night to night were very erratic. "Just make sure you have a little nap"
She swallowed hard and nodded.
Freddy smirked and felt her consciousness begin to fade from the dream world. He growled, annoyed that the sedative was starting to wear off. Her body shimmered and began to fade, vanishing from his lap as she left the dream.
Xxx
Sandra sat at Katherine's side as the young woman began to stir from her slumber. She groaned and murmured incoherently as her eyes fluttered opened. Sluggishly she pushed herself to a sitting position as Sandra untied her restraints. "Uh, what time is it?"
"It's just past 7am" Sandra said. "Look, I must tell you something. But don't panic. Michael and Kristen went to sleep last night. She tried to enter your dream"
"They what?" Katherine's groggy disposition disappeared at his revelation. "Are they okay?"
"I wasn't happy with their decision. But Michael was worried about you" she paused. "They woke up with some scratches and cuts"
Katherine snarled, disgusted at this news. "My father told me that nothing happened. He lied to me" she grounded her teeth angrily. "I really do think that you all leave Springwood"
"No" Sandra shook her head quickly. "We're not leaving you here to face him on your own. Did he do anything to you? Michael and Kristen couldn't find you!"
Katherine absently grasped and entangled her fingers on her hands. "You'll think I'm lying. But nothing happened. He just asked me to paint for him"
Sandra scoffed in disbelief. "Paint? He wanted you to paint for him?"
"Yes. I had painted those victims for him" Katherine nodded. "You remember those five names I gave you?"
"Yes"
"Well, I painted their corpses for him. Then last night he wanted me to paint…" her voice faltered.
"Kincaid and Taryn"
"Yeah. So, he could put them in this new book he has of his victims" she shrugged.
"Just like the book of victims he had when he was alive" Sandra shook her head in disgust.
"Then I fell asleep on his lap in our living room" Katherine saw the flash of confusion on Sandra's face. "I'm telling you the truth. He never touched me or hit me"
Sandra climbed off the edge of the bed, rising to her feet. "He's up to something"
Katherine nodded in agreement. "I know"
"Just keep your guard up. Okay?"
"When will that trauma specialist be here?"
Sandra strolled to the bottom of the bed and unhooked the clipboard containing some of her notes. She flicked over the pages and read the records, "They're scheduled to be here about 2pm. Dr Vickers is due to come afterwards to chat to you. This morning we'll just be cleaning your wounds and removing the stitches"
"Can I have a shower please? And do you think I can get out of his damn bed! Even for an hour?"
"Of course. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, a little"
"Good" she threw Katherine an apologetic look as she tied her wrists back to the railings. "Sorry. I'll be back in half an hour. I'll get you your breakfast"
The rest of the morning went in quickly. After having some light breakfast, Katherine was led down to the shower room by Sandra and one of the nurses on duty where she was quietly delighted in having a refreshing shower. After her shower she was escorted back to the room, where Dr Vickers was waiting and with the assistance of Dr Turner, they cleaned her wounds and removed the stitching from her back and left arm. Also, along both her wrists. Katherine's body language was slack. Her back slouching backwards as she had lowered her head in despondency at the red scars that were left behind. Despite the reassurance from both Dr Vickers and Sandra that the redness around her scars would fade, it didn't perk up her mood. The last piece of news that was divulged was that within the next day or two she would be moved out of the ICU award and into her own private room. But it would still be on this floor and as she was still under suicide watch she would still be restrained during the night and at times during the day to her dismay. Though there were discussions that the nightly sedation would be stopping to her relief.
It was past 3.00pm when the trauma therapist was finishing their session with the young woman. As discussed with Sandra the day before Katherine had disclosed to the new therapist about being extremely upset and dressed being back in Springwood. And that due to her having flashbacks of her abusive childhood and the strain of being locked up in Westin Hills had been too much for her to bare. And so that was the reason why she tried to take her life. She was hopeful that the therapist would take this into account. Though she did want to discuss the notes on her file that Dr Simms had made for the last week or two. Katherine tried to explain that she was confused over the last few weeks. That her flashbacks felt so real and quite possibly she was just imagining things that were happening in her dreams over the last few weeks since being back in Springwood. She couldn't tell though if the therapist accepted this admission from her. Only time would tell.
They had also briefly talked about the suggestion put forward by Dr Turner that Katherine should be transferred to another hospital in Central City. But the therapist did not agree with her. Feeling that she should remain in Westin Hills for the next month at least, to monitor her mental condition and that being discharged to another hospital so soon after the trauma she suffered could be harmful to her recovery. It had to be a collective decision where all parties involved had to be satisfied that it was safe for her to leave Westin Hills.
After her session with the therapist, the rest of the afternoon for Katherine dragged in. She had her dinner and despite promising her father she would have a quick 'nap' she managed to keep awake. It was inevitable that he would be angry with her. But she knew that he was up to something. That calm, serene façade he was putting on last night was evident of that. She had fallen for that behaviour before and looked what happened to her. He handcuffed her to that bed in the side-room of the boiler room and molested her. She knew that he wanted her to lower her guard again. But she was determined not to. And the sick proposal that he would 'finish' what they started the other night by touching her body and getting her to respond to him? Well, she knew that she had to find some way to resist his advances. There had to be some way. Otherwise, whatever sanity she had left would be destroyed.
7pm…
Darkened clouds began to roll across the overcast sky at the back of the grounds of Westin Hills. There was a large mass of tall oak and elm trees stretched along each side of a small narrow grimy road. Across from the trees was a large red brick wall that encircled the back of the building with a black rusted gate perched in the middle of the wall. Behind the wall was a courtyard and a tall disused bell tower. The concrete ground was cracked with weeds pushing their way through the crevices in the concrete. This was a part of the hospital that was closed years before due to the scandal that happened with Sister Mary Helena.
A set of headlights illuminated the road as a car rolled down the lane. The lights flicked off as it slowed to a stop about twenty yards from the wall. The four doors of Sheriff Thompson's police car were pushed opened and he climbed out, along with his Lt Garcia, Sandra and her son Michael. The young man adjusted his fake brown moustache on his lips and glanced down at the orderly uniform his mother had given to him the night before. It was a snug fit. He turned towards his mother. "Is this, okay?" he pointed at his moustache.
"Yes" she nodded. "Come on"
He marched alongside his mother as they followed Donald and Lt Garcia towards the gate. Donald assisted Garcia in pulling the stiff rusty gate opened. A low metallic screech echoed and after a few more frantic tugs they managed to ease it open about a foot. Just space enough for them to squeeze through. As they strolled through the courtyard Sandra curiously looked over to her left where the entrance to the abandoned building was cornered off with thick planks of wood. She cleared her throat and whispered to Donald. "Is that the place where his mother was raped?"
Donald nodded quickly.
Michael glanced over to his mother, asking. "What do you mean where his mother was raped? You mean Freddy's mother?"
"Yes Michael" Donald answered the young man. "This was part of Westin Hills. But back in the late 1930s Krueger's mother was accidentally locked in the tower with at least a hundred of the most vicious and insane criminals from the county. There were rapists, murderers, paedophiles. All of them were declared insane and locked away in horrible conditions. She was a young nun, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years of age. She was helping over the Christmas period when she was locked inside"
The colour on Michael's face went a deathly white. "What happened to her?"
"They raped her. God knows how many times. When she was found, she was barely alive. A few weeks later she fell pregnant" he turned towards the young man. "With Freddy"
"Jesus Christ. Does Katherine know about this?"
"No" Donald shook his head.
"Don't tell her Michael" Sandra insisted. "It would be too much for her to take"
He exhaled shakily and nodded, following them quickly as they crossed the courtyard towards a small walkway along the side of a white stoned building. Lt Garcia was at the front and slowed to a stop at a thick metal wired fence that separated the abandoned section of the hospital from the new modern site. He slipped his right hand into his beige police jacket and withdrew a pair of black pilers and began to clip the wired fence apart. After a few minutes he had managed to cut away a hole wide enough for Sandra and Michael to slip through. They rose to their feet and Michael saw about fifteen feet across from them the emergency exit of the main hospital wing. He then heard Donald whisper.
"We'll wait here until you come back"
He turned towards him and smiled in appreciation. "Thank you for doing this"
Sandra entangled her hand with her son's and pulled him towards the emergency exit and they quietly entered the building.
Xxx
Katherine sat contentedly on the chair beside her bed, reading a few fashion magazines that Sandra had left her a few hours before. Sandra had told her before leaving that she would be back around 7pm. Katherine was more hopeful that she would be more willing in giving her the sedative than last night. Though, she was slightly wary of falling asleep. Seeing as she failed to have a quick nap that her father ordered her to have. He wouldn't be best pleased with her. But she would deal with that when the time came. She could handle a few more bruises. It was becoming the norm anyway. She flipped closed the magazine and threw it on a nearby table. Her wrists were still restrained, but thankfully the length of the bindings was lengthened a few more inches than usual which allowed her to move her hands a little more freely. Her wary eyes darted towards the TV set. Perhaps she should check what was on TV, even for a little while until Sandra arrived. But what was keeping her?
Her attention was soon drawn to the doorway as she heard footsteps approach. Sandra stepped into view and smiled, "Hi, Katherine"
As she entered the room Katherine caught sight of the figure who followed her. Her eyes went wide in surprise, a startled gasp came from her as Michael smiled at her. "Hi, Kathy"
Katherine let out a choked sob and tugged madly at her restraints as he approached her. He quickly knelt before her. "Oh, my god. Michael!"
He untied her hands and once her hands were free, she threw her arms around his broad shoulders and buried her sobbing face against his right shoulder. "Hey, it's okay" he whispered in her ear.
Sandra took a vigilant look into the corridor. It was still empty. Not a soul about. She walked into the room, smiling sadly as Katherine continued to hug and sob in her son's arms. They leaned back slightly and began to eagerly kiss each other as Katherine murmured. "I thought I would never see you again"
Michael smiled and tugged off his fake moustache. Katherine laughed at this. "I thought that was real"
"No" he grinned.
"You suit a moustache" she smirked and kissed him again. They slowly rose to their feet and settled on the bed. Sandra stood before them and took a quick look at her watch. "Listen. I'll leave you alone for a little while. I'll make sure no one comes down to your room. You can have some privacy"
"Thanks for doing this mom" Michael smiled enthusiastically at her as she closed the door behind her as she left. He turned back to Katherine and saw her brooding gaze studying his bandaged arm. He gently tipped up her face to his and reassured. "It's okay. It's just some cuts"
"Your mother told me that you and Kristen went to sleep last night. That you were trying to find me?"
"Yeah" he felt her hands interlock with his. "But your father was keeping us from you"
"You both shouldn't have risked yourselves going to sleep" Katherine scolded him quietly. "I don't want to lose you"
"I know Kathy" he saw tears form in her eyes. "But what could I do? He threatened to kill you"
"He only said that if your mother didn't sedate me" she sighed. Her thoughts lingered back to her musings from earlier. Her father was endeavoring for her to react to him, to submit to him in an intimate way. But what if she could feel that way when she was Michael? True, they had only kissed each other a few times. But if she could persuade Michael to do something with her now. And if she could feel something, then just maybe that would give her the boost of confidence to resist her father's amorous advances. It could be a way to resist her father. Perhaps the fact that her and Michael were in a relationship could help matters too. She was willing to try. Her eyes rose towards Michael's. "I need you to do something for me Michael. Please"
"What is it?"
"Your mother has told you everything?" she muttered and looked away in shame.
"Yes, she has" he lightly grabbed her chin and tugged her face up towards his. "It's okay"
She sobbed softly. "I'm sorry for everything. I wanted to tell someone. But the relationship I have with my father has made me so confused. So conflicted. So, I kept everything to myself. That he had his powers, that he was killing. That he was beating me and how…"
He raised his right hand and lightly brushed away her tears, hushing her. "It's okay Kathy"
"It's not okay!" she replied despondently.
"Look, my mom is right. You do have that disorder, that trauma disorder. You know her line of work. She has dealt with child abuse cases before. You just need therapy again. You need help"
Katherine shifted on the bed and nodded.
"So, what do you want me to do?" he asked.
She lifted her right hand to his face and gently traced her fingers over his sharp cheekbone and trailed it down to his neck where she caressed his flesh lightly. He smiled at this sensation then felt her left hand roam up his left leg and her palm slowly enclosed over his clothed shaft. Massaging it slowly.
He stifled a gasp of surprise and looked down at her hand that was kneading him now more firmly. "Kathy, I don't think-"
"Please Michael. I can't let him win me over. Not in that way" she leaned forward and discreetly grabbed his left hand with the hand that was resting on his neck. She smiled shyly and placed his hand on her waist and shuffled closer to him. "I want to touch you, Michael. And I want you to touch me. Please"
"But…" his words got stuck in his throat as he felt her left-hand glide upwards and then slip under the elastic band of his trousers. "He'll find out…."
"I d-don't care" she stifled back a sob. "I'll deal with him when the time comes"
"Katherine. He'll hurt you"
"He's hurt me so many times Michael. I can handle another beating" she said sadly.
"I don't want him to hurt you"
"But I love you, Michael. It's what we're meant to do. It's what we should do" Katherine was trying to persuade him. She needed this to work.
He stared at her. Lost in thought. She was right, it was what they should be doing. Sharing special intimate moments together as boyfriend and girlfriend. But the situation they were both in was precarious. Freddy would find out. There was no doubt about that. But she was so determined to try this with him. And it was something that he always wanted to share with her.
He saw her move her face towards his and he leaned forward himself and latched his lips back onto hers. Her left hand reached up to tug down the elastic band of his trousers and he lifted his body upwards, allowing her to pull down the grey bottoms to reveal his navy boxers. They eagerly continued their warm, sensual kiss as their tongues battled each other and after few more seconds they leaned back. Katherine lowered her brooding gaze towards his boxers and slipped her right hand into his boxers and lightly trailed her hand down the underside of his semi-hard cock. The flat of her palm rubbed tenderly against his balls, making him stifle a moan and he instinctively reached down to the rim of her hospital gown. She smiled at him and helped him, raising her arms above her head.
Michael's blue eyes roamed over her bare chest, taking in her modest sized breasts. She gave a little nod of approval, and he placed his hands on each breast. His fingers lightly rubbed and kneaded her mounds of flesh, and she went back to massaging and caressing his balls. He moaned again and gingerly rubbed his fingertips over her small pink nipples. She let out a small, contented moan and slowly bent backwards to allow her back to hit the bed. His hands never once left her breasts as he persisted in fondling her mounds, pinching and rubbing his fingers over her nipples and areolas. He bent down and kissed her again, with her responding in kind.
Katherine broke the kiss and murmuring. "Take off my pants. And take off yours"
He panted softly and soon his hands left her breasts and curled into the trim of her white pants. A frown soon crossed his face as he tugged them down past her knees. His eyes scanned the faint bruises on her thighs. "That fucker" he hissed.
"It's okay Michael" she reassured. "The bruises will be gone soon"
Michael nodded and leaned back on his haunches and tugged her pants from her feet, laying them on the floor. He soon removed his boxers, leaving him only in his Westin Hills uniform t-shirt. Katherine looked down with a little smirk at his 5-inch cock. She gazed up at him and closed her right hand around the bottom of his shaft and leisurely began to stroke him. Her fingers brushed over the pulsating head of his cock and then she slid her hand down slowly to the base and fondled his balls. Then after twenty seconds she glided her hand back up again. He groaned softly and reached down with his right hand to her pussy and glided his index and middle finger along her labia, parting them slightly. She chewed her lips with slight apprehension and then felt him push his fingers into her tight walls. Her mouth soon parted, and she slowly began to pick up speed of her hand pumping his hard cock. He moaned again, more loudly and lowered his lips to her right breast and lightly licked and kissed her hardened bud.
She bit hard on her bottom and began to think of all the good times they had shared with Michael over the last three years. The parties they went too, hanging out together at the nature reserve on their own, having romantic picnics as the sun set. The night of their senior prom. How they danced in each other arms. It was a time when she never had felt so contented. So happy. She was hoping these memories of their love and compassion for each other would stir her body into responding to him. To his kisses and touch.
Michael panted against her breasts, kissing it one more time and gently pushed his fingers deeper into her tight pussy. Thrusting them in at a gentle pace and curled them inwards trying to reach for that special spot. He then used his thumb to wiggle under the hood of her clitoris to her small bundle of nerves and massaged it firmly, making her moan again softly against his hair as he began to devour her neck with kisses. Her free hand joined her other one and stroked his cock. But faster and more tightly than before. He groaned even louder and picked up the pace his own fingers, pummeling them in and out of her pussy. She arched her back and heard him grunt, then moan long and hard. His cock twitched in her hand, and she sped up her strident strokes. Another moan fluttered from him, and she heard him murmur her nickname he had for her as he spurted his semen over her hands. "Kathy…"
She bit on her bottom lip and made a quiet mewing sound. Though a frown soon stretched across her face as a feeling of doubt consumed her. She also felt apprehensive about what had happened there. Pushing her reservations to the back of her mind she forced herself to smile as he sat up, his face was now a blushing red colour. He slowly withdrew his fingers from her pussy, noticing a slight wetness coating them. "I didn't expect that to happen when I was coming over here" he chuckled.
Katherine nodded with her smile still in place.
"Did you cum too?" he asked.
She nodded once and saw the smile that curved onto his lips. He leant down and kissed her tenderly and shifted around so she could lay on his chest. Her trembling face stared up at the white painted ceiling as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. As much as it was nice to share that intimate moment with him, it just wasn't what she assumed would happen. But now she knew that her actions would have dire consequences whenever her father found out. And she knew that he would not be vey happy with her.