Warning - scenes of sexual nature- non-consensual scene, vulgar talk, violence.
Chapter 20 Jealously
Katherine sniffled as she sat on her father's lap. He gently trailed his scarred hand along her bare left arm as he hushed her. Her sobs began to subside, and she took a deep breath as she lifted her gaze from her lap. She blinked and lightly wiped at her tears with her shaky left hand. Freddy brushed his charred lips against the side of her temple. "I want you to draw for me"
She nodded.
He smirked slyly and turned them both on the chair towards the table behind them. His gloved and burnt hand adjusted her legs in front of her making her sit directly on his lap, as his body loomed over arch of her back. He snaked his arms around her waist and glanced down at her legs that trembled violently. "It's okay baby. It's okay"
Katherine again wiped at her bleary face and looked down at the table as the new book of her father's victims appeared before them, along with a cluster of various coloured pencils. Instinctively she grabbed the edge of the book and pulled it closer to her, watching as the pages began to turn towards the next blank page. She gripped a black pencil and began to sketch the outline of a body. Freddy smiled and nuzzled his chin on the edge of her right shoulder peering down as the image of Mary's body was drawn out. She dropped the black pencil, then picked up a red coloured one. Then an orange one. Then a beige one. The body was hung above the ground in the same position it was when she died. A thick metal hook embedded into the top of their spine, blood marring their face and back, stomach and chest. The bone of the neck twisted and protruded out of the ruptured flesh. Katherine's face was vacant and cold as she finished off the drawing. She heard his menacing chuckle in her ear, and she felt a shiver spark through her body.
Freddy soothingly rubbed his hand over her stomach and coyly slid his fingers down towards the edge of her thong and wiggled his fingertips underneath the rim of the lace fabric. Her body tensed and she stiffened in alarm. He smirked and toyed with her as he inched his fingers further into her thong. She tossed him an infuriated glare over her shoulder and saw his eyes twinkle playfully at her. He grinned and kissed her cheek, withdrawing his fingers from her thong and went back to caressing her stomach. "Keep going" he nodded at the book. "Start the next drawing"
She averted her attention back to the book and neatly wrote Mary's name at the bottom of the picture, then flicked over the page to the next plank page. Lifting the black pencil, she began to draw the face of Joey, then slowly stopped. It had occurred to her that she never really saw his corpse as her eyes were closed. She cleared her throat and hesitantly turned to face Freddy. "I never saw his corpse. I…I had my eyes closed when you were killing him"
He glanced at the book then back to her. "I'll show you" Raising his glove he placed the tip of a bloodied blade at her temple and a vision flashed in her mind. Joey's corpse. She gasped and abruptly raised her left hand to cover her mouth, stifling a cry. He chuckled at her reaction and egged her on. "Away you go"
Katherine swallowed thickly and nodded uneasily. Her eyes focused back on the page, and she shakily began to draw Joey's cadaver. It only took her a few minutes as she was eager to finish it and close the book. She left down the red coloured pencil having finished colouring in the bloodied wounds around his chest and glanced over her shoulder at him as he peered at the drawing. He smiled his approval and the book slammed closed. His grip on her stomach tightened abruptly and he beckoned her with a few drumming taps of his blades against her stomach to look at him. Katherine twisted around and stared at him tentatively. Satisfied he had her complete attention he smiled fiendishly. "Before you wake up, I want to make sure that you understand what I said to you. That you belong to me"
Katherine nodded quickly. "I know daddy"
"But I need you to say it. It's not enough that you agree. It's not enough that you understand that you belong to me" he said sternly. "You have to admit it to me"
She tensed at his words. Could she really admit it? Say that to him? And to even admit it in words to herself? If she did, then it would be confirmation of where her loyalties lay. They both knew that. And despite everything he did to her, as a child and even now as a young adult. She did love and care for him. That would never change. Her mind really was damaged, twisted ever since she was a little girl. Coming back to Springwood only reverted her mentality back to the way it was. She knew that now and although she did love Michael, she loved her father more. Her eyes slowly roamed over to his and she saw them constrict slightly, as he grew frustrated by the lack of her reply. "I belong to you daddy. I always have belonged to you. I'm yours" she responded quickly and with conviction.
Freddy slowly broke out into a pleased smile. Thoroughly pleased by her admission. She was finally learning her place. He saw her take a small intake of breath and her mouth parted as though she was about to speak again. Her bottom lip quivered. "But…"
Freddy leered at her and his grip on her waist grew tight. "But what?"
Katherine hissed at the sudden pressure on her skin. "I hate the way you treat me. I'm not allowed to speak my mind. If I do and you don't like it, you hit me or shout at me. It makes me afraid to be near you" she saw his teeth bare in simmering rage. "Like the way you are now. You're angry. I know you daddy. Better than anyone"
His arms curled closer around her waist and drew her close to his chest. "You know how our relationship worked when I was alive Katherine. You do as I say"
"Am I not allowed to voice my opinion? To say how I feel?" she asked quietly.
"It all depends on what you want to say" Freddy replied curtly. "If I don't like it then we will have a little talk"
The skin on her arms began to prickle, goose bumps spreading over her flesh at this statement. A little talk. To her that always meant something else as a child. "You mean, you'll get the belt for me" she whispered.
He smirked, sensing the wave of fear that exuded from her. "No. I'll just have a little word with you if I don't agree with what you say or do"
She briefly looked away, considering this. Was he being genuine? "So, you won't use the belt on me? We'll just talk?"
"Mmm-mmm" he nodded and reached up with his claw to delicately tuck a few strands of her hair behind the shell of her ear. "A little talk. Okay baby?"
"Yes daddy" she replied. "But what I said earlier about how I don't want you to touch me. I still stand by that. I don't want that from you. It's wrong. We both know it"
Freddy sneered for a moment, then smirked. "Aww, really?" he mocked. "Are you sure?"
"Of course, I'm sure!" Katherine countered briskly. "We can't do that anymore"
"Hmph" he scoffed playfully, and his smirk grew into a vicious smile. "I'll guess I'll have to find someone else to have a little fun with!"
His eyes roamed over her face, noticing her eyes had narrowed in slight suspicion. Oh, it was there alright. Buried deep inside. Envy. His smile disappeared, wanting her to believe that he didn't care about her look of mistrust.
Katherine frowned. Not liking the last revelation by him. Would he go after someone else, use someone else to get his sexual compulsions fulfilled? And who would it be? Fuck, why should she care? She didn't. He could do what he liked. Just as long as he wasn't touching her.
Freddy held back an urge to laugh, to smile at her. Every little thought that ran through her mind was easily accessible to him. It seemed she kept forgetting that. So, she thought that she wouldn't care if he touched or fucked another girl, another woman? Oh, she was wrong. That little look of jealously was evidence. And she would find out tonight who would be getting some special attention from him. His power was rapidly increasing especially after that kill there. He would have to test out his escalating powers. What if he could try and manipulate their minds from the waking world? He had successfully propelled his spirt into the waking world when she had tried to kill herself. But what else could he do in the waking world? He would have to confer with the demons about that. An irritable scowl crossed his face as he sense her consciousness beginning to slip away from the dream. Someone was waking her up. "I'll see you soon, won't I Kitty Kat?"
She forced a small smile and her vision of him began to blur, contorting into a grey mist as she disappeared from the dream. Her eyes fluttered opened as a female nurse stood over her shaking her gently from her slumber.
"Miss Krueger. It's time for some lunch" she smiled.
Katherine groaned and rolled her head to the left, then the right as she sat up. Her neck was stiff from the uncomfortable position on the chair. Her whole body felt rigid, sore. "Uh, thanks. What time is it?"
The nurse carried over a tray of food, placing it on the table. "It's just 2pm. I'm sorry your lunch is late"
"Uh, that's okay" Katherine mumbled. "Where is Dr Turner? Is she back?"
"No not yet" The nurse poured out a glass of lemonade into a plastic cup for her. "I'll be back in twenty minutes. Do you need anything?"
"No thanks" Katherine grabbed the plastic fork and began to tuck into her plate of French fries and chicken pie.
The nurse smiled and left the room. As she ate her lunch, Katherine couldn't help but ponder her fathers' words. How he would 'find someone else to have some fun with'. Would he really do that?And why? He was always so eager to touch and fondle her, it was apparent ever since she came back home. She groaned, repelled at her thoughts. Why was she worried about it? She told him her views, how she really felt about him touching her. She didn't want it.
xxx
Springwood PD.
Sandra finally felt at ease having agreed a plan with Donald to slip Katherine out of Westin Hills. After conferring and discussing with Max about the CCTV surveillance issues, the times when the staff changed hands it was clear when and how they would be able to sneak the young woman out of the ward. Max had admitted that he was given a few days off by Dr Carver to 'clear his head' after this morning's events. So, they would need to wait a few more nights before putting their 'breakout plan' into action. Max had suggested that he would phone the Head Manager who dealt with the staff working arrangements and ask to be transferred to the ward where Katherine was located. He knew that it should be no problem, as it was a common occurrence for the staff to be moved to different wards every few weeks. The staff liked to add a bit of variety to their job. If each ward was adequately manned, and the patients were well looked after then the management were happy.
Sandra looked up from the plans of the hospital and stared solemnly at the orderly. "Max, you do understand that if you do this then the hospital will sack you. Your job is in jeopardy here"
"Dr Turner I completely understand. From what you have told me this morning, I want to help Katherine. She and your children are in danger" he glanced at Donald. "I have some savings set aside. I'm sure I can find an apartment and a job somewhere else. I can move to a different town. A different county"
"You could come to Central City. There are some great hospitals that could use a good worker like yourself. I could put a good word in for you" Sandra smiled.
"Thanks" Max returned her smile.
Sandra took a fleeting glimpse at her watch and sighed. She had to return to the hospital soon. Katherine would no doubt be wondering where she was. Hopefully she had managed to keep herself awake. But she knew that she had to make a phone call, she needed to know if he could help them too. "Donald, may I use your phone? I need to make an urgent phone-call to my colleague in Central City. If we can get the kids out of Springwood safely, we'll need his help when we arrive in the city"
"Take as long as you need" He pushed the phone towards her, and she smiled as she lifted the receiver.
There was an abrupt knock at his office door. Garcia walked towards the door and opened it, leaning out to listen to the person in the foyer. Their conversation was low, inaudible. After a minute Garcia spun around towards Donald and frantically gestured him towards him. "Don, we got a call from Jacquelyn Crusel. She found Joey in his room"
Donald's jaw slackened, dropping opened in dread. "Take two patrol cars over to their house. Get an ambulance over there too. I'll be there in an hour"
Garcia nodded quickly and closed the door behind him. Sandra had finished her conversation on the phone and turned towards him, seeing his pale-stricken face. He reached for his beige police jacket and pulled it on. "Joey's been found in his bedroom by his mother" he said grimly.
"Oh my god" she breathed uneasily. Max shifted uneasily on his feet behind her.
Donald gestured for them to follow. "That's the 5th death in under five days. I'll have to head home and tell Nancy. Would you be able to contact Kristen? I can get her number for you"
She nodded as they quickly walked through the foyer of the police station. Max cleared his throat, "Is there anything you need me to do?"
"Would you go to my motel? Michael should be there. Can you tell him what is happening?" she asked. "It's on the Wellington Road"
He nodded. "Do you want me to stay with him for a little while?"
"Yes, I would need to go and see Katherine. I have this feeling that she had fallen asleep" she shook her head bleakly. "It's either she is willingly falling to sleep, or she is developing narcolepsy"
"Why is she sleeping if she knows that her father will abuse her?"
"It's complicated" Sandra stopped at her car and saw Donald rush to his own police vehicle. "Tell Michael that I'll phone him after I contact Kristen"
He nodded and ran towards his own car across the street, leaving her on the sidewalk. Her hands shook as she reached into her bag for a bottle of Armodafinil and shook out two tablets and dry swallowed them. She climbed into her car and pulled away from the Police Station and wearily rubbed her eyes. As much as she was coping staying awake the last few days. The exhaustion was becoming too strong to resist. Her conversation with her colleague in Central City was short. Not as lengthy as she would have hoped. He could only speak with her for a few minutes due to other meetings. But had promised he would make himself available later that evening. If he could get his hands on hypnocil even in a liquid form, then it would be a big help for all of them. She was praying that he would come through for them.
Xxx
A variety of glossy fashion magazines and novels were spread across the bed as Katherine scoured through them. Hoping to find something to perk her interest for a little while. Her eyes darted towards the clock seeing the time just past 3.30pm. She was growing irritated. Just where was Sandra? She seemed to be spending quite a lot of time with Sheriff Thompson. They were planning something. She knew it. And she knew that they weren't beginning to trust her anymore. As she would instantly tell her father. She huffily pushed the novels to the side and began to pace the room.
She twisted around to the doorway as she heard a figure approach and Sandra came into view. Her expression was one of grave concern. Katherine knew that they had discovered Joey was dead. And before she would have felt some kind of empathy, sadness for anyone's death. But for some twisted reason she felt nothing. Maybe she was becoming numb to the killings. She had witnessed so many over the last week. Oh, it was horrific to watch them die, to see the malicious way her father could kill someone. But she felt no attachment to the people who died. They meant nothing to her now.
"We need to talk" Sandra sat down at the table and gestured for the young woman to sit.
Katherine didn't budge. "You know about Joey" she said causally.
"Yes. His mother phoned the police station" Sandra replied. "You fell asleep, didn't you? Did he make you watch?"
She nodded with a vacant gaze in her eyes. They were emotionless, as though she didn't really care about the situation. That she didn't care about Joey's death. "Yes, he did. Where were you this afternoon? You've been away all day"
"We talked to Max about what has been happening in the town" Sandra replied curtly, a little concerned that Katherine was changing the subject away from Joey's death.
"We?" Katherine arched an eyebrow curiously. "You mean, you and Sheriff Thompson. Who else was there? Was Michael and Nancy there?"
"Yes, and Kristen. We just discussed what was going on"
"Why?"
Sandra sighed and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry. Everything will become clear soon" her smile disappeared as she stood to her feet and approached the girl. The tone of her voice was stern, "Katherine, you must stop taking naps during the day. It's imperative that you stay awake"
"But…" Katherine avoided Sandra's stern glare. "A part of me wants to sleep. I feel like I should sleep, that I want to be around him more" she saw the look of alarm spread across Sandra's face and she chuckled quietly. "I know, it's fucked up right?"
A tremor shot through Sandra at the sound of Katherine's chuckle. It was unsettling. The girl's mind was ready to break, she was tittering on the edge of insanity. Her condition was deteriorating. Her admission that she wanted to spend more time with her father was evidence of it. She had to pull her back before it was too late. "I want you to take these" she looked fleetingly up at the camera and grasped the girl's shoulders. She manoeuvred her so that her back was to the camera, and she discreetly slid the bottle of Armodafinil into her right hand. "They will help you keep awake, there is about 4 tablets in there"
Katherine glanced down at the white bottle and sighed, nodding begrudgingly.
"Have you eaten?"
"I have something about 2pm. I'm just bored. Restless" she shrugged and slipped the bottle into her jean pocket. "Why won't you tell me what's going on? Why are you keeping things from me?"
"You know why Katherine. Your father will find out"
"But I won't say anything" Katherine begged. "Please"
Sandra sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you"
She huffed and took a step backwards. "Fine. Whatever"
This abrasive attitude from Katherine, was something that Sandra never expected. She was usually compliant and understood why certain things had to be done. "Listen, do you want something to drink? Some caffeine?"
Katherine shrugged casually, "Okay"
Sandra pulled out her purse from her bag and left the room. Katherine slowly slid her hand into her jean pocket, her fingers curling around the white bottle and pulled it out. Her gaze lowered to the bottle, and she absently twirled it in her hand. She wasn't going to take these tablets. The compulsion to be around her father was becoming more potent. Sandra wouldn't understand. No one would. She walked over towards her grip bag under the bed and shoved the bottle into the side zip pocket.
Xxx
"Nancy!"
Nancy jolted up in her chair in her bedroom as her mother appeared in the doorway. Marge's dark auburn hair was dishevelled as she gave her a warm smile and staggered towards her, "Nancy, you're going to be late!"
She groggily rose to her feet and glanced out her bedroom window. The sun was started to set in the distance beyond the old Elm Street house across the road. It had been a few hours since her father had arrived home to share the harrowing news that Joey had been murdered. He didn't stay long to her dismay as he had duties to attend to regarding Joey's death. It was the norm for him. Any unexpected in the town he would have to go to the morgue with the body, attend the autopsy and fill out the appropriate paperwork before the body could be released to the funeral parlour. She shivered involuntary and turned to Marge as she handed her a denim jacket. The stench of vodka oozed from her mother. "Hurry up sweetheart"
"Uh, late for what?" Nancy held her denim jacket uncertainly in her hands. "What do you mean mom?"
"Glenn's football match!" Marge said with a grin. Her blood shock eyes were gleaming due to the amount of vodka she had consumed. Nancy sighed quietly, she hated when her mother was drunk.
"But his match isn't until tomorrow night. He only has practice tonight" Nancy replied.
Marge ushered her forward out of her room. "Oh, he rang to say that it was changed to tonight. The game starts in half an hour. You should hurry up. You don't want to miss it. I know how much you wanted to see him play"
"Maybe I shouldn't go" Nancy halted in the hallway. "Especially after what happened to Joey"
Her mother tutted quietly as she swayed slightly on her feet. "I know Nancy dear. His death was quite sudden"
Nancy turned towards her mother and frowned faintly. She could have sworn that she saw her mother's curl upwards into a malicious smirk. She shook the apprehension away. It was the lack of sleeping playing tricks on her mind. "I shouldn't be long" she arched her body upwards and tightly hugged her mother and kissed her on the cheek. She felt her mother's arms curl tightly around her waist and for a moment her hands slithered over back of her thighs. The feel of steel blades gliding over the fabric of her jeans made Nancy jerk backwards out of Marge's grasp. Nancy's eyes quicky darted to her mother's hands which were normal. She exhaled long and hard and spun away.
Marge waved her goodbye, a sly smile crossing her face as Nancy quickly descended the stairs. "Have fun!"
As she pulled her denim jacket on her Nancy contemplated what had just happened. Michael's constant words of how the lack of sleep could make you hallucinate ran through her mind. What happened with her mother were examples of it. She power-walked down the street and crossed to the other street, where Kristen lived. Should she consider calling to Kristen's and asking if she wanted to watch the game with her? She felt this need for someone to be with her. A feeling of uneasiness was niggling at the back of her mind. But she knew that calling around to Kristen would be a waste of her time, she knew Kristen's mother would be pissed off if her daughter would leave their 'family dinner'. She would have to watch the game on her own. Her hands gripped tightly to the denim jacket and tugged it closer to her slim frame and continued her way down the barren streets towards the Community College sport pitches a good twenty-minute walk away.
…
"I'm sorry I can't stay for long" Sandra said as she sat at Katherine's bedside. The time was nearing 6.30pm. "I want to check in on Michael. I hope you understand"
The young woman smiled weakly. "I do"
"You will take those tablets I gave you?" Sandra rose to her feet. "Do you want some more coffee before I go?"
Katherine settled on the bed and grabbed the remote control for the TV and boredly began to flick through the channels. "Yes, I'll take the tablets. I have a can of Pepsi too. I'm just going to watch some TV"
"Look, I am worried about the way you are thinking now. What you said to me about how you have this urge to be around your father. It's dangerous for you to think that way"
"How is it dangerous?" Katherine scoffed. "He is my father!"
"He's more than just that Katherine and you know it. He's an abuser and manipulator. He is abusing you" replied Sandra sternly. "And he will continue to abuse you because you are letting him"
Katherine grinded her teeth, disgusted that Sandra would think that. She wasn't letting him hurt her. She had no choice in the matter. "No, I'm not letting him do anything to me. I have been trying to fight him"
"But you are continuing to fall asleep. Having naps throughout the day and this is exactly what he wants" Sandra retorted. She grabbed Katherine's arms and turned her towards her, locking her gaze with hers. "He's going to win if you don't stop him from hurting you. From controlling you"
Katherine sighed exhaustedly and gave a half-hearted nod. Hoping this would suffice and make Sandra stop pressing her on the matter. "I understand"
"Good" Sandra smiled. But despite Katherine's agreement, Sandra knew she was just saying that to appease her. To get her to stop the conversation. "I'll be back around 9pm"
Nodding quietly Katherine turned her attention back towards the TV and continued to scroll through the channels before stopping on a movie. She didn't hear Sandra leave the room. A soft sigh left her as she knew that she was starting to become dismissive of Sandra's words of advice. But a part of her didn't care what anyone said to her now. It was becoming more apparent to her that she should be listening to her father. She muttered softly to herself and adjusted her body and sat Indian style on the bed focusing her attention on the movie.
To her right a soft glimmer began to penetrate the room, unseen by her. There was a faint sound of a metallic click, and a thin slit began to tear downwards through the air as a portal began to appear from the edges of the gleam. A blinding white light shone through the rip. Then four blades curled through the gap and pulled the tear opened. Krueger stepped through the threshold into the room. He smiled menacingly as his eyes landed on Katherine as she stared at the TV, unaware of his presence in the waking world. Flicking his blades eagerly he raised his right hand and pointed a blade at her head and began to focus on her mind, particularly the part that controlled her consciousness. He began to chuckle as she began to yawn, a wave of fatigue overpowering her, and she groggily wiped at her eyes. Her eyes fluttered sluggishly and with a groan she tippled backwards as she succumbed to sleep as her eyes snapped shut. Freddy cackled triumphantly, "Let the game begin!" He took a step back through the portal back into the dreamscape and the portal began to seal itself, the shining light disappearing in a flash of white.
…..
There wasn't much of a crowd at the game, and it didn't surprise Nancy. People probably had plans for this evening as they too would have believed that the game would be tomorrow. Everything was so short notice. There were about a few dozen spectators scattered about on the large steel framed stand behind her. She knew that Glenn would be a little disappointed that there would not be a large crowd to cheer on the team. He was so passionate when he played football and revelled in the support from the fans that would have regularly attended the high school games. Hopefully he would try and be focused on the game. She walked quickly along the gravel path in front of the stand and made her way towards the metal wired fence that encircled the football pitch. A crowd of young beautiful cheerleaders congregated to her left near the running track. All of them were implacably dressed in their cheerleading outfits that consisted of dark red and navy, along with the pom-poms.
Nancy tore her gaze away from them as she saw the opposition team start to go through their warmup exercises. There was a small cheer as the Springwood Community College Football Team ran towards the football pitch. Nancy smiled and peered through the metal wire of the fence as she attempted to pick out Glenn amongst the players. Her blue eyes lit up as she noticed his number '9' as he conversed with a fellow teammate. "Glenn!" she waved over towards him.
He glanced over in her direction. But didn't appear to see her to her disappointment. She saw Coach Snider marching up to the young men and began to bark out orders. "Come on! Get started on your warmups! Go, go, go!"
Glenn stepped in line as him and his fellow teammates lined up in rows of two players at the ten-yard line. Coach Snider stood on the fifty-yard line in the middle of the pitch with his arms crossed, his face glaring sternly at his players. "Ten sprints. Go!"
The players huffed and panted as they broke out into synchronized sprints, pumping their arms back and forth to increase their speed as they ran down the pitch towards their coach. Glenn focused his energy and sprinted as fast as he could. Given the fact that he was exhausted due to lack of sleep, he should be taking it easy or perhaps skip the game tonight. But he wanted to play. He would also help him keep his mind off other things. After the fifth sprint Coach Snider snarled and clapped his hands vehemently. "Hurry up you slackers! You call that running? I've seen turtles run faster that you bunch of pussies! Move, move!"
Nancy watched from behind the wired fence as they finished their sprints and broke into various exercises such as high-knees, forward leg lunges, side lunges. All to warm up the muscles and tendons in their legs. There was a shrill whistle as the referee called for both teams to come to their starting positions. A hearty cheer came from the gathering crowed on the stand behind her as Nancy warmly clapped her hands and shouted out words of encouragement. "Come on you tigers! Come on Glenn!"
Glenn tightened the straps on his dark navy helmet and took up his position just behind the center. They were first to attack. There was a countdown from the crowd as they chanted down from 10. Nancy glanced at the cheerleaders as they whooped and cheered, throwing their legs up in high-kicks and waving their pom-poms as the crowd called out the last number in the countdown.
"One"
There was another piercing whistle as the referee blew for the game to begin.
The players shouted out instructions and Glenn became alert as the ball was snapped backwards towards him. He ran back, holding the ball tightly in his arms and saw his teammates forcing and shoving the opposition players away from him as he searched for a wide receiver to pass the ball to. He shouted out for his teammate who looked up and ran straight ahead, dodging and jumping out of the defensive players from the other side. Glenn wrenched his right arm back and aimed a throw towards the wide receiver. As the ball flew from his hand two opposition players crashed into him with a roar. He cried out and grunted, slamming backwards onto the pitch. He felt disorientated and breathed heavily as the two players climbed off him. "Damn it" he groaned. He knew that sometimes the opposition players could be hard and rough. But he had never felt such a force like that before. Usually, the shoulder pads would protect his upper arms and shoulders from any sharp, hard impact. But his shoulder blades and joints around his shoulders felt strained, sore. He staggered to his feet and adjusted the pads on his shoulders. They were tight enough. He glimpsed to his left as the cheerleaders began to perform a cheer for the team.
Nancy leisurely walked along the side of the wired fence towards the small gateway that led onto the running track. She lingered in the periphery and watched as the cheerleaders kicked their legs and threw their arms in the air as they performed in sync their chant.
"From the East,
To the West,
The Tigers are the best.
We're gonna B-E-A-T beat 'em,
B-U-S-T bust 'em,
Beat 'em, Bust 'em
That's our custom,
We are gonna readjust 'em.
Be aggressive
B-E aggressive
B-E-A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E
T-A-K-E D-O-W-N
Tigers want a takedown,
Tigers wanna win"
They cheered and enthusiastically thrust their arms above their heads and jumped up and down as the team began to get back into formation. Nancy tore her gaze away from them to the pitch. Again, Glenn shouted out instructions and there were various roars and yells as the team broke into their formation. Glenn scurried backwards with the ball in his arms and ran to the left, looking up as the other wide receiver sprang forward down the left side of the pitch. Glenn poised his right arm back that held the football and with a yell he thrust the ball forward. He was caught off guard as three opposition players slammed into his side, and he cried out in pain as he was propelled hard into the grass once more. There was a crack of a bone and he gasped for air. It had felt like he had broken or cracked a bone in his ribcage. Shit. He groaned and shoved the three opponents off his fatigued body. "Get off me!"
The players snickered as they rose to their feet. One of the leered down at him, "Can't handle the pressure of the game?"
Glenn snapped to his feet and hissed from the sharp pain from his right ribcage. "Asshole" he grumbled. The player who spoke to him smirked and laughed. His voice deep and guttural. Glenn flinched, surprised at the tone of his laughter. It reminded him of…
"Back in formation Lantz!" Snider's authoritative voice boomed from the side-lines.
"But coach I think I've cracked a rib!" Glenn protested.
"I don't give a fuck!" Snider snapped harshly. "Back in formation! Now, you pussy!"
Nancy glanced nervously at Glenn and Snider, overhearing their conversation. Why would he not allow Glenn to be taken off? If he was injured, then surely it would be allowed? She stepped through the gateway and marched along the side of the running track passing by the cheerleaders as they continued to cheer on the team. She took a fleeting glance at them. Perhaps it was her paranoia, but she swore that they were looking over at her and smiling. But their teeth seemed to be broken, smeared in blood from their cut and gnashed gums. She twisted her gaze away back to the pitch and reassured herself. It's only her mind. Remember lack of sleep plays tricks on your mind. She had to keep reminding herself of Michael's words.
She nervously watched as Glenn lurched back towards the teammates who were back in formation. Again, the referee blew his whistle and the game resumed. Glenn inhaled sharply feeling a piercing pain in his ribs. But he ignored the pain and pushed onwards as he sprinted to the right with the ball snug under his arms. His eyes widened in alarm as the same player from minutes before reeled his way towards him. He tried to sidestep him, but the opposition player was faster and rammed hard into his chest. Glenn screamed and crashed backwards onto the grass. The blare of the lights from the around the pitch glimmered and flashed over his head. He inhaled slowly and hissed in severe pain. There was no doubt about it. His rib was broken. There was no way he could continue to play. Rolling onto his side he lethargically pushed himself to his feet and staggered towards the left, towards the benches where some of the substitutes sat and where Snider was standing. "Coach, I can't go on! Please!"
Nancy stalked forward towards the bench and begged. "Coach Snider, please! Let him come off!"
Snider turned towards her his eyes flashing a warning glare at her. "Shut it bitch, I know what I'm doing!"
She took a hesitant step back and gasped. Did she really hear that? How could he say that to her? Her hands clenched in ire at her side, and she tried to rebuke, but a pair of hands wrapped around her shoulders as she was tugged backwards. She shrieked and wrenched her head over her left shoulder seeing the face of the head-cheerleader. Her bright green eyes were glazed with anger, "You shouldn't be here!"
Nancy shoved her away and hesitantly looked back towards the pitch as Glenn was dragged back into the grass by a few of his co-players. He protested but they egged him on, pestering him to continue. Nancy glanced down to her left and saw the cheerleaders beginning to recite a chant that made her blood run cold with dread.
"Give me a K"
"K!"
In unison they threw their right arm up in the air.
"Give me a I!"
"I!"
"Give me a L!"
"L!"
The group of girls gave a high kick.
"Give me a L!"
"L!"
"What have we got?" the head-cheerleader shouted.
"KILL! KILL! KILL!" They chanted loudly. Over and over. Making the crowd cheer and whoop in response.
Nancy gasped as their unblemished smooth faces began to distort before her eyes. Cuts and grazes began to slice across their cheeks and chins. Created by invisible blades. Blood squirted from their wounds onto their cheer-leading uniforms. Bruises and deep red charred burns spread across their arms and legs. They continued to chant showing their busted teeth that were rotten and cracked. Nancy screamed and backed away then noticed her own attire had changed. She was now dressed in the same cheer-leading uniform as the apparitions before her. A short, cropped top with the number 1 on it with an incredibly short, pleated skirt. Fuck. She was dreaming. They both were. She spun around towards Glenn as he weakly stood on the pitch. He swayed on his feet, groaning in pain. "GLENN! WE'RE DREAMING! GET OUT OF THERE!"
She tried to break into a run onto the pitch, but a pair of hands yanked her back by her shoulders. Her head twisted around to stare into a pair of black soulless eyes. Blood marred the girl's face as she hissed. "It's the final countdown for Glenn! You don't want him to miss this, Nancy!"
"Get off me!" Nancy screamed and thrashed against the girl who tightened their grip on her shoulders. Nancy whimpered and veered her head towards Glenn as he wobbled weakly on his feet. He meekly turned towards her, being caught off guard as three large opposition players rammed into him. He cried out, the cracked bone in his ribcage snapping and puncturing into his lung. He coughed and spat out blood and was about to collapse when a force held him up. The black straps of his helmet quicky unravelled by an invisible force and as another player crashed into his chest the helmet flew off and his head smashed hard onto the grass. He groaned deeply and spat out a mouthful of blood and weakly crawled onto his front. A force thrust him upwards again to his feet where he tottered from side to side.
Nancy shrieked and clawed at the cheerleader who was holding her from sprinting to her boyfriend's aid. Her blue eyes widened in horror as they landed on a tall bulky player running down from the left, the colours of their kit were the all too familiar red and green. She screamed, "Glenn, run!"
His dazed eyes averted towards her and then to his right as a roar came from the player charging at him at full throttle. He screamed in abrupt pain as an arm was thrust forward into his ribcage. Four blades dug deeply in between the broken bones of his ribs, and he gawked down at the old gardening glove attached to the deadly knives. His eyes watered in anguish as they slowly trailed along the grimy red and green sweater arm of Freddy towards the madman's smiling face. Freddy cackled sinisterly and mocked. "It's game over for you Glenn!"
A thunderous scream came from the side-lines as Nancy kicked out at the cheerleader and ran onto the pitch. She staggered to halt as Krueger vehemently yanked his blades from Glenn's side and pulled out a few pieces of crushed broken bones. He looked down at Glenn as he slumped to the ground, face first. A triumphant smile grew across his face, and he discarded the bones on the ground, then opened his arms as he welcomed Glenn's soul into his chest. A pleased moan escaped from his throat, and he took a casting glimpse to his left where he knew they were watching the dream unfold among a small crowd of various town people he had fabricated. He smirked. Now, it was the next part of the game. The part he was looking forward to the most. His predatory eyes flew towards Nancy as he turned toward her, a degenerated grin spreading over his charred face as he growled.
"Little Nancy…"
Nancy froze like a deer in headlights and watched as the space between them grew smaller. She jerked backwards and turned to run, but a metallic creak to her left startled her as the ground shook. Her eyes darted upwards as the tall metal pole attached to the vibrant bright lights twisted and bent. It screeched as it collapsed right in front of her, the bulbs cracking and splintering as yellow sparks flew from them. One of the stray sparks created a fierce, hot wave of flames that spread across the grass. Stretching onwards around the edge of the pitch. Nancy screamed as the ground below her gave way. Thick chunks of mud crumbled away, and she fell face forward into the darkness below. The sound of Freddy's maniacal laughter boomed from above.
Her body collided with a hard thud against the steel floor of the power plant. She groaned, whimpering as she rolled onto her back and took in several sharp breaths. Her blue eyes adjusted to the dim light and slowly she sat up, rubbing her tender neck. The rumbling sound of the furnaces and boilers resounded around her and with a long deep breath she rose to her feet, albeit a little shakily. To her right she noticed a long railing that extended onwards to either side of her. She took a step towards it and inspected the segments of the railing, hoping to see any lose metal parts and to her luck she noticed a lower part of the railing was broken. A thick metal rod hanging loose. She smiled and grabbed it and with a few hard tugs she freed it from the metal joint. It wasn't that long, perhaps a foot in length and the end was cracked and pointed. It was a weapon, nonetheless. Her sweaty fingers trembled as she tightened her grip around the metal and made prudent steps down the corridor. After twenty metres she came across an opening to her right that led to another long dimly lit corridor. She froze seeing a shadow shift and move, was there someone there? Her eyes narrowed, straining to see in the poor lighting if it was that bastard Freddy. But there was no sign of the outline of his fedora hat. Her thoughts soon meandered to Glenn. Her mouth dropped down into a pout of despair. A tear spilled down her cheek. He was dead, gone. That fucker had taken him from her.
She shook her head in disgust and rage. How could she not notice that things were strange? She honestly believed she was awake. The interactions she had with her mother….
A shiver shot through her spine. That fiend was pretending to be her mother. And not just her mother, but coach Snider, that creepy head-cheerleader and those vicious brutal football players. Her mind drifted back to when she was hugging her mother and the light trail of her mother's hand over the back of her thighs. She gasped, sobbing. That fucker was trying to feel her up.
There was a sudden chuckle from behind her, "It's time to play little Nancy!"
She spun around quickly and tried to raise the broken railing to attack him, but with a flick of his steel blades she was thrust backwards onto her back. Her scream echoed in the barren corridor and her weapon clattered from her hands. Twisting her head to the left she quickly reached up to snatch the metal broken rail, but a force snapped her limbs down to the floor. Her sobs began again as she pulled her terrified gaze towards Freddy as he knelt before her, and with a ravenous smile crawled over her scantily clad body. There was a sizzle and whoosh as flames erupted within four furnaces to her left. The hot flames cast a hazy glow over them both, revealing them to the corridor facing them. Directly where a lone figure stood in the shadows watching.
Freddy tapped his blades on the steel ground at the side of Nancy's glaring face. She sneered, "Get off me you fucker!"
His head dipped forward, and he slowly took his fedora hat from his scarred, burnt head leaving it to the side. His eyes never left hers and a sly grin grew over his lips. "Ohh, such a dirty mouth on you, piggy!" his tongue slithered out and wagged suggestively millimetres from her mouth. "Let me clean that out for you!"
Nancy tried to wrench her head away, but he roughly clutched her chin and with a wicked smile he crashed his rutted lips onto hers. He quickly silenced her scream as he devoured her mouth. He groaned and pressed his body hard onto hers. Her body thrashed against his lean chest as his tongue plunged forcefully into her opened mouth. She squealed, disgusted at the blistered appendage that slithered and lapped hungrily inside her mouth. Reaching for every space that he could, gliding over her teeth, against her own tongue that battled against his own. Trying in vain to push him out of her mouth. But he was stronger, continuing to prod deeper into her throat.
Freddy moaned gutturally and dug his scarred hand into her messy hair, yanking it once to the right to give him greater access to her mouth. His crotch rubbed roughly against her own, and he moaned deeply feeling his cock growing hard. He grinded himself harder against her and then fleetingly opened his eyes as they darted to the right seeing a figure staring at them.
This was perfect.
He focused his attention back on Nancy and thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth, pushing into her throat. Nancy's eyes broadened in panic, as she felt her lungs constricting from the lack of oxygen. She needed air. Was this his fucking plan? To kiss her and shove his repulsive tongue into her throat until she choked and gagged to death?
The corner of Freddy's lips curled upwards into a heinous smirk, sensing her rising trepidation and then reluctantly he pulled his tongue back from her throat. Nancy's jaw slackened and she quickly bit down hard on his scalded tongue. Freddy sneered and roared in pain, breaking his assault on her mouth and spat out blood onto her face as he slapped her hard across her face. "Fucking BITCH!"
Her head whipped to the left, and she whimpered, seeing stars flashing across her face. She spat out a spittle of blood and shrieked as her face was tugged back towards his. His tongue quicky slithered across her bloodied lip. A snarl of rage was still carved on his disfigured face. "Let's try something else" his voice was stern, loud enough for anyone close to their proximity to hear.
Nancy squirmed meekly in his grasp, attempting to look away from him. But he held her face tightly in his hand. Making sure her attention was on him and only him. "Remember, how I said to you before that I had these little fantasies of you? When you were a little girl?" he waved his blades swiftly at his surroundings. "That I would bring you here and touch you?"
She shivered and her arms strained against the invisible force pinning them to the floor. Please someone wake her up. Please God.
Freddy flicked his blades and looked down at her clothed breasts as he sat up and straddled her hips. "It's about time to make that fantasy, a reality!"
She flinched and jumped in alarm as the flash of steel blades tore through the air and sliced through the top of her cheerleading outfit. Freddy grinned as he grasped the ripped material and torn it away from her heaving chest that was free of a bra. His tongue lapped depravingly at his lips as he studied her modest breasts. Bringing his scarred hand to her right breast he ravenously gripped it and roughly began to massage it to her disgust as she screamed. "Stop!"
He groaned deeply and lowered his mouth to her other breast and with a snarl his lips latched over her nipple, sucking hard and long. Nancy clamped her eyes shut and cringed as his fingers pinched and yanked at her nipple on her right breast, rolling it lightly between his fingers. His tongue and mouth continued to molest her other breast, the tip of his tongue lapping and swirling around her nipple as he sucked and nibbled at her mound. Her petrified sobs bounced off the steel walls as she silently prayed that her mother would wake her up. She was bound to have heard her screams.
Freddy smiled darkly against her breast and moved his mouth over towards her other breast, again consuming her other nipple with his greedy mouth. He groaned and lightly dragged his jagged teeth over her nipple, making her shriek. It heightened his own arousal as he thrust his clothed cock against her thigh vehemently. His clawed glove slammed down on her left breast and the knives skimmed dangerously over her flesh, drawing a few speckles of blood from a few small grazes on her sweating skin. He sighed as he lifted his head form her breast. "I've waited so long for this little Nancy…" his tongue slithered out again to flick over her hardened nipple. "Far too fucking long. I've always wanted YOU Nancy"
He lifted his head inches from her chest and glimpsed quicky into the corridor again.
Nancy grunted and sneered in dismay as despite her continuing efforts she could not move her arms to shove him from her body. They felt like lead. "Someone, please wake me up!" her voice was hoarse and low.
Freddy chuckled and slashed his blades at her chest and stomach, drawing thin lines of crimson along her flesh. He gnawed at his bottom charred lip in lust. The sight of blood on someone's skin always made him excited and the fact it was this bitch Nancy was even fucking better. His blistered appendage lapped out along the wounds, licking away her blood. She whimpered softly as he smashed his mouth over one of her hard nipples, trying to ignore the flush of heat that was spreading down between her thighs. Her eyes snapped shut as she felt a wave of disgust swarmed over her. How could her body do this to her?
There was a flick of metal and she yelped as Freddy slashed and tore through her pleated skirt and with a sneer, he ripped it away from her quivering body. Leaving her in a pair of grey pants. He grinned devilishly and shifted his body own her legs and teasingly curled two bloodied blades into the edge of the pants, then with a jerk of his knives he tore them from her thighs. Her blue eyes flew opened and she screamed. "NO! STOP!"
"Hush Nancy…" he said disapprovingly. His eyes trailed along her smooth thighs towards her glistening cunt, and he bit down hard on his lip, groaning loudly then languidly licked along her inner left thigh to her hip. His voice echoed as he taunted her as he waved his scarred fingers at her. "It's time to put these to good use!"
She screamed again as he gripped her thighs with his glove and scarred hand and yanked them open. Her legs grew tense as a force pushed against them, trapping them to the ground. Freddy chortled quietly as he trailed harsh kisses along her inner thigh and slid his index finger along her other inner towards the folds of her labia and along the wetness that coated them. He dipped his fingertip inside and thrust it upwards towards the hood of her clitoris and wiggled the finger underneath, pressing it hard against her sensitive bud of nerves.
"Please stop!" she begged.
Freddy looked up towards her sobbing face and sneered. "Not until I've had my fun with you, slut!"
Nancy gagged and shrieked as his index finger sharply plunged downwards along her folds and thrust inside her pussy. Her tight walls clenched around his finger as he plunged it in and out at a slow pace. Freddy listened carefully to her frantic breathing, that came out in short sharp pants. He smiled viciously and slid another finger into her tight slick walls as he began to pick up the speed of his plunges into her cunt. She let out an anguish sob as she felt a faint tingling sensation starting to stir from her loins. Freddy suddenly pressed his lips to her clit and ferociously licked at the bud with his tongue, causing her to moan quietly. He grinned and lapped at her clit a few more times and then enveloped it with his lips, sucking hard. Nancy moaned again, more loudly as a third finger entered her pussy stretching her slick walls. He withdrew his lips momentarily from her pussy and leered, "That's it bitch! I want to hear those moans of yours"
Nancy sobbed and twisted her head to the right, a sense of shame overwhelming her. How could she allow her body to react that way to this fucking bastard? The monster who killed her friends, her first love Glenn. She knew that he was forcing and twisting her body to his depraved, disgusting will. To appease his own perverted desires. She knew it. It was all about him. He wasn't doing this for her pleasure. It was a fucked-up game to him. But why now? She stifled back a moan as she felt his tongue flicker and slide over her pulsating clit again and again. Please God, make this stop. Please have mercy on her.
Freddy hummed softly against her cunt, causing mini vibrations to shoot through her pussy as she squirmed against the floor. Again, another moan made its way from her throat. He smirked, pleased at that sound and withdrew his lips from her clit. "I bet you'd be a good fuck!" his tongue flicked out fast to lick at her clit again. His fingers twisted and curled inside her walls as they continued to assault her. Pumping in and out. "I'll find out soon enough"
She groaned as his fingers drove in deeper and twisted inside her, rubbing and stroking. Her eyes were glazed darting about as she felt the tingling start to grow in intensity, a feeling of pleasure forming from her stimulated clit. Her legs shook and Freddy grinned madly against her cunt, sensing her impending orgasm as her walls began to clench and spasm. His fingers thrust faster into her tight walls, and he flicked his tongue in and out against her clit, groaning as a gush of liquid slid down her inner walls over his fingers. He heard her moan loudly as her orgasm shook her body and his fingers were clamped and squeezed as her moist walls spasmed hard. "That's it you little bitch! Cum for me"
Freddy lapped at the moisture that stained his lips and withdrew his fingers from her cunt with a sickening smirk. He tilted his head to the left and slowly licked the wetness that devoured his finger tips. Directly in front of the passageway where the hidden figure was still watching.
The harsh sobbing from Nancy began to soften as she honestly believed the worse was over. But she was wrong as she heard it. The sound of a zipper pulled being down. Her eyes widened in panic as she glared at Freddy whose face was now looming over hers. His lips curled upwards into a depraved grin. His left hand fumbled and shoved his trousers down as he reached for his hard cock and pulled it out, stroking it a few times. He moaned, the sound echoing all around as he leered at her. "Are you ready for Freddy?"
Her panic contorted into rage. A surge of loathing swelled through her body. Making her muscles twitch and she found a newfound strength and to her surprise forced her limbs to move, breaking free of his hold on her. Her right fist curled into a tight fist and with a roar of fury she smashed it hard against his left cheek. He grunted and snarled. Her left hand shot up, snatching the broken metal railing and with a scream she slammed the cracked tip into his left cheek. Ripping through the charred, red skin into his mouth and then with a snarl she yanked it out. Freddy cried out in agony and jolted back onto the ground as a squirt of blood pulsed from the wound. "FUCKING BITCH!"
Taking her chance. Nancy scrambled backwards, her naked body twisting away from him as he dove for her. His blades raised high as she screamed…
…
"Nancy!"
Her eyes flew opened and she shrieked. Her legs kicked out as she reeled backwards up against the headboard of her bed. The hard panting was the only sound in the room as she jerked her gaze up towards her father and Sandra as they loomed at her side. The latter was holding a now empty syringe. Again, Sandra has used a shot of adrenaline to wake up the girl. And just in time judging by the sight of various thick tears to the girl's t-shirt around her chest and stomach. Nancy winced at the stinging pain that emanated from the lacerations and cuts that marred her flesh.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Her father sat at her side. She flinched away and swiftly wrapped her shaking arms around her shoulders. Her body rocked back and forth as she softly sobbed. Thinking back to how that bastard had molested her. Even now she could feel the wetness from her forced orgasm staining her thighs. And oh god, Glenn…he was gone.
"He…he…killed him!" she finally whispered.
Sandra took a small step forward. A flicker of fear flashed over her eyes. "Who was it?"
"Glenn!" Nancy choked back a sob. "He killed Glenn…and then he-he…"
Taking a step forward Sandra began to ask a question. But felt her right foot brush something hard and metal on the ground. Her eyes dropped to the carpet where she saw a metal rail that seemed to be stained with liquid at the tip. She carefully grabbed it and lifted it showing it to Donald who gasped, turning towards his daughter who glared at Sandra in horror. "What is this? Where did this come from?"
Nancy gathered herself and knelt forward and lightly touched the metal, her fingers grazing over the liquid. She suddenly jerked her hand back. Coating her fingers was dark thick red blood. "Oh my god. I was using that in my dream. I attacked him with it!"
"Wait!" Donald shook his head with doubt. "You had this in your dream?"
She nodded and laughed in disbelief. "I brought this out of my dream!"
…
Freddy rose to his feet, a sneer of discontent apparent on his face. Fuck, he was so close to fucking that bitch, Nancy. A single finger knife trailed over the gaping wound in his cheek and dipped in through the severed flesh into the cavern of his mouth. The sneaky little bitch. His blades clicked as he withdrew them and slowly thick scarred, burnt tissue grew across the hole on his cheek. Looking down at his crotch he swiftly shoved it back into his black trousers and zipped himself up, then grabbed his hat placing it back on his head. Now, where was his little princess? He swirled towards the corridor to his right and smirked, hearing her retreating footsteps echoing in the distance. With a wicked smile he followed them.
Katherine kept her gaze down at her feet as she walked hurriedly through the corridors turning right then left. Her jeans were clammy and stuck to her thighs. Her limbs shook and jerked, not out of fear. But of rage. Her fingers gripped the edge of her red striped t-shirt and tugged it at. Twisting and turning the material in her hands. How could he show that to her? It was bad enough witnessing the deaths. But now, to see him do that to Nancy? Kissing and touching her? Why would he do that to her? Was it to show off? Her feet skidded to a halt as his words whispered in her mind from earlier.
I'll guess I'll have to find someone else to have a little fun with!
She scowled in disgust. Fun? But why with Nancy? Did he really prefer Nancy, really desire her more? Her lips trembled as she fought back a sob and with a low curse she marched onwards and turned into the next corridor. Her eyes instantly landed on Freddy as he lingered a few feet from her. His head was titled to the side in mock surprise. "What's wrong baby?" he said, feigning concern.
Katherine tightly clenched her fists and spun away from him and strode back where she had come from. Freddy smiled devilishly and then his mood turned stern as he stalked after her to admonish her. "Don't walk away from me when I am talking to you"
The gap between them was quickly closed and he slammed his left hand on her right shoulder. Katherine growled quietly and slapped his hand away. "Get away from me!"
He pushed back the urge to hit out at her. It was time to test her. Draw out the simmering anger and jealously that he knew was buried deep inside of her. "Oh, you're angry, aren't you?"
"I'm not angry" she scoffed.
Brushing off her words he pressed the issue and shook his head. "Don't tell me you are angry with what I did with that whore Nancy? Mmm?"
She took a step back and avoided his pensive stare.
Freddy's lips quirked upwards into a sly smile then it vanished as he explained. "Well, I did say to you that I would have to find someone else to have some fun with. Seeing as you said you didn't want me touching you anymore. So, why are you angry?
Her brown eyes darkened with ire, and they snapped back towards his. "I told you. I'm NOT angry!"
His eyes roamed over her face that was trembling. Her eyes quicky averted away from him and he saw her right-hand slide over her right cheek, brushing away what he knew was a tear. Her hand fell back down towards her sides and slowly clenched, then unclenched several times. He smiled and took a small step towards her. "Oh, I get it. You're jealous!"
Quickly her gaze flew back towards his and she took a quick step back. Her voice shook as she seethed. "N-no, I'm n-not!"
Freddy's lips curved into a victorious smile. The waves of envy, jealous that came from her was invigorating. This was something else. She was trying to deny her jealous nature. Trying in vain to dismiss the suggestion that she was green with envy. He predatorily stalked towards her, with her backing away. "Yes, you are! You're jealous because I decided to finger-fuck that bitch Nancy. That I licked out her cunt. Because you wanted it to be you! you wanted me to be fucking you with these" he waved his scarred fingers at her and cackled. "You wanted me eating you out!"
Katherine suddenly stopped backing away, her jaw locked as her lips pressed together in fury. How fucking dare, he think that. She TOLD him that she didn't want that anymore. "You're fucking deluded and you're lying!" she seethed through her hard haggard breaths. Her blood was boiling,
There were a few seconds of tense silence until Freddy scoffed and laughed madly, throwing his head back. Katherine jerked at the loud laughter. He found this fucking hilarious. She thought he was deluded, lying? Oh, his little girl was in denial. He raised a single blade after managing to contain his laughter and waved it at her, scolding. "Oh, no baby girl. It is YOU who is lying to yourself! You have been for weeks now!"
She took a step back and shook her head.
He licked his lips and continued. "You've been lying to yourself over and over, saying that you DON'T want me touching you, fucking you. When deep down in that sweet fuckable body of yours, you fucking crave it! That is why you are jealous! Because I did that to Nancy and NOT you!"
Her bottom lip quivered, and she sucked it under the top one, pondering his words. God, was he right? When she saw Nancy in the dream and the way he was interacting with her, it felt like she was punched in the stomach. She had wanted his attention on her. And not Nancy. Then when he had her under him and was fondling and kissing her. She had felt what, disappointed? A flurry of rage? Could it really be that she was resentful that it wasn't her underneath him?
Freddy broke out into a knowing smile as he raided her thoughts. All he had to do was get her to admit it. Come on. Just say those little words, sweetheart.
I am jealous.
Katherine lifted her head slightly and saw the shrew grin on his face. No, it was a fucking trick. He wanted to her to let guard down again. She wasn't falling for it. "That's a fucking lie! I'm not jealous!"
His eyes rolled in disbelief. What fucking else could he do to get this foolish girl to admit her jealously? Fuck it. if he had to force it out of her. Then so be it! In a flash he lunged forward and snatched her right arm with his left hand and jerked her hard into his chest. She squealed and thrashed against his chest. "Let me GO!"
"FUCKING ADMIT IT!" he snapped angrily. Voice deep and gravelly. "Stop lying to yourself. You are jealous!"
"No!" she twisted her body to the left and dug her right elbow hard into his ribs. He grunted and cursed, tugging her back to him with his hand. His glove swirled around her waist, and he turned them towards a steel wall. With a sneer he slammed her into the metal, and she gasped at the sudden pain against her back. Her eyes flicked upwards and to the left seeing a thick metal pipe sizzling with steam. Her body arched forward as she tried to jolt his body away. But his body wouldn't budge. She cried out and vehemently kicked at his shins with her feet that were adorned in her white trainers. He hissed and she changed tact and with a roar she drove her knee so hard against his crotch he doubled over and staggered back, loosening his grip on her. Sobbing she jumped up and slammed her opened left palm onto the searing metal and in a blink of an eye she vanished from the dream.
o his grasp and screamed as he thrust herself froward and slammed her left palm hard onto the searing metal and in a flash she vanished from the dream.
Author's Note: Please let me know what you think, reviews are more than welcomed. Thanks