Disclaimer: I do not own Nightmare on Elm Street or any of the characters involved.
Rating: M - Language, violence, sexual content- mention of child abuse, dark themes. Reader discretion is advised!
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Suspense, Family,
Summary: Krueger was always possessive in regards to his daughter. But when he discovers that a newcomer in town has a dark desire for young girls and has his sights set on his Katherine, he takes matters into his own hands. No one touches his little girl…
Author's Note:
A new pre-burned Freddy story set during the I Won't Tell timeline. Shortly before Freddy's death. This idea has been running through my mind for the last week or so. What if another predator had moved to Springwood? What if this new threat to the chidden took a liking to Freddy's own daughter?
Not sure if anyone will read this, but if you do. Then please let me know what you think.
His Little Girl.
Thursday 17th Feb. 1972.
There was one thing that Freddy had always known over the last several years. And that was his possessive nature towards his daughter Katherine, especially since he murdered his wife in the back yard in that fateful day in May 1967. Though, he didn't realize it would spiral out of control after that day. Even to the point where nearly every day, every waking moment his thoughts were consumed by his little girl. Even when he was killing those fucking brats, there was always the lingering thought of her in the depths of his mind.
Now, it was a dangerous obsession he had towards her. And it turned darker ever since he regularly began to bring her into his bedroom. He honestly believed he would be able to curb that dark, sinful part of his growing obsession towards her. But it was pointless. It had conquered and overpowered him, consuming him. There was nothing left of his humanity. The only part of his soul that was left was her.
And as for the jealously, it was even more potent. He had sternly warned her throughout the last two to three years about chatting to the other adults, even in the park. She knew she was allowed to talk to anyone. If she did, it would be her betraying him. But his Katherine was a good little girl, despite the little slip up from her back in October when Freddy saw that little shit Michael sniffing around her like some fucking dog. He knew that she spoken to him. It infuriated him at the time that he would break the rules he had set out for her. It was that night when she was acquainted with the belt. Afterwards he felt a fleeting feeling of remorse, but at the time when he was whipping her, he felt exhilarated. Since that evening, she had been on her best behaviour, keeping in line. Just like the way he taught her.
"Fred"
Krueger's head cracked to the right at the sound of his name being called. He peered around the edge of a tall metal shelf and saw his boss Larry Smith approaching him. He took a glance at his watch. It was nearing clocking out time. Thank fuck.
The short stocky brown-haired man strolled up to him with a smile and held out Fred's wage packet. "There is a little extra in there. Everyone gets a bonus this week"
Fred forced an amiable smile. "Thanks"
"Have you met the new guy?"
Fred lifted one last sturdy, heavy metal box and slid it into the second shelf. His eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What new guy?"
"He started the night shifts. His name is Bob Stevens. Moved here from Lancaster at the end of the month. Started here last week" Larry began to walk with Fred towards the staff room. They passed several thick shelves that were in varying heights. Other workers rushed about carrying or pushing various packages or operating forklifts.
"Oh, haven't met him yet" Fred shrugged. He couldn't give a fuck if there was a new worker in the warehouse. He normally kept himself to himself. There were always new workers in the warehouse. It was steady influx of workers. Some people worked here for a few months then headed onto better paid jobs.
They entered through a small doorway into the large staff room. At the back were a row of fifteen lockers, each of them in deep crimson red and had each employee's staff number in black marker. Freddy strolled over the last locker on the right and punched in his combination code. He tensed sensing his boss lingering behind him. He turned around and glared at him with narrowed eyes. "Yes?"
Larry reached into his back pocket and withdrew a rolled-up newspaper. "Look, I know you always keep yourself to yourself in work. But I just wanted to let you know about this new guy…" his voice lowered a few decibels. "Before anyone else tells you. There were rumors flying about in Lancaster about this guy. He was arrested for sexual assault. But he was released due to lack of evidence against him and the victim wouldn't testify against him"
"And?" Freddy rose an eyebrow. As if he cared if the new guy raped some two-cent whore in the last town he was in. That was none of damn business.
"Listen. I know you have a kid, what's her name? Katherine?"
Freddy's lips pursed tightly together, and he nodded. Suddenly becoming a little on guard at the mention of his daughter's name.
"Just read the newspaper" He pushed it into Freddy's hands.
He glanced down at the name of the paper – Lancaster Post.
"Why are you telling me this Larry?" Freddy sneered.
"I've just been letting the workers in here who have kids to be wary around this guy. I'm not saying that he did that he did…" His eyes flicked to the newspaper. "But just be careful if you are around this guy with your kid"
Freddy tightened his grip on the rolled-up paper and spun around towards his locker, pulling it opened. His eyes slowly roamed over towards a small polaroid coloured photo of his daughter. It was taken a few weeks before. She sat in one of the swings in the park, her nimble hands wrapped around the metal chains and her lips were curled into a pleasant grin as she smiled at the camera. He felt his lips coil into a grin, and he lightly kissed his index and second finger before brushing the fingertips on her face. Reaching into the locker he grabbed his fedora hat and brown trench-coat and pulled them on, slipping the paper and his wage packet into the pockets of his coat. Then without another word to his co-workers he left the building in a rush to collect Katherine.
…
Krueger's grip on the steering wheel was taut, his hands glistening with sweat as he pulled into the parking bay beside Springwood Elementary School. Crowds of children scooted past. Though Krueger paid no attention to them. His boss words were still weaving their through his mind.
Sexual assault.
But just be careful if you are around this guy with your kid
He tried hard to shrug those words off. But the notion that this newcomer to town could be a predator like him riled him up. But it could be rumors. If there was no evidence to suggest that this guy carried out this crime, then why would he be worried?
Freddy's thoughts were shattered as he heard the passenger door to his red chevy spring open. He twisted around as his nine-year old daugther jumped in beside him. Her flushed cheeks twitched as she smiled at him shyly. "Hi, daddy"
He reached for her and pulled her hard into a tight hug.
Katherine gasped and stifled a giggle. "Daddy, you're holding me too tight!"
His fingers eased around her waist, and he let her rest her back against the steering wheel. "Sorry, baby. I just wanted to give you a hug"
His daughter smiled back and as he motioned with a nod of his head; she climbed back into her seat. After adjusting her seatbelt, she stole a glance at her father. It was strange for him to be so quiet when picking her up after school. Normally he would ask her questions about her day. If anyone had talked to her or bullied her. Taking a deep breath she asked, "Is everything okay daddy?"
Freddy looked at her momentarily, his eyes roving over her white tights. Knee length red and black checked shirt, with matching red V-neck jumper and white shirt underneath. Her big brown eyes stared back at him with undiminishing curiosity. His lips perked up into a grin at her look of bewilderment. Always the curious little Kat. "I'm okay sweetheart. I'm just a little tired"
"Do you not want to know what happened today in school?" she asked.
He chuckled, "Did anything happen?"
"No. But I mean, you always ask me about my day in school. So, um, I thought something was wrong…" Katherine muttered. The tone of her voice altered, becoming slightly shaky. "I uh, t-thought I did something wrong"
Freddy lifted his right hand from the steering wheel and reached over to lightly stroked her slightly blushing cheek. "Oh, no baby. You've done nothing. Okay?"
A smile of relief spread across her face, and she nodded, "Okay"
Freddy quicky turned the conversation towards her homework which luckily there wasn't much for her to do. He would keep her in her bedroom this evening. The voices in his head were edging him on to read the newspaper that his boss had given him. He was hoping to throw the thing in the garbage. But they kept pestering him to read the article. That it was both his and his daughters interests to find out more about this Bob Stevens.
….
Raising a can of beer to his lips Krueger took a refreshing sip and sighed. It was past 8pm. Katherine was washed and ready for bed. He had warned her not to come down as he had something important to do. Spread in front of him was the Lancaster Post. He had heard of the town; it was about half an hour's drive from Springwood. The population was a few thousand more than Springwood. He had driven past it once or twice with Katherine when they had gone on their camping trips over the last few summers.
It felt strange not reading the Springwood Gazette. Reading his local paper was his normal routine. Scanning each page for any news article on himself, the Springwood Slasher. Now, he was about to read about some article about some new fucker that arrived in his town. Perhaps his boss Larry was spewing some bullshit. It was probably a woman this fucker Bob Stevens had raped. He flattened out the paper and carefully read each article on the first page. Nothing stirred his interest. He turned the page and repeated the same. His eyes roving slowly over each bold headline. Still nothing.
Licking the tip of his index finger on his right hand he swept the page over to the next two pages. A headline instantly jumped up at him.
Bob Stevens Released:
Found Not Guilty on Sexual Assault
Slowly, he studied the words silently. This man Bob Stevens, aged 42, had been charged with indecent assault on a girl, an eleven-year-old girl who lived closed to his apartment complex. Despite the charges being brought against him by the girls' parents, there was little to no physical evidence of the assault and the fact that the parents of the child would not give permission for their daughter to be put onto the stand. The charges were dropped to the parent's outrage. It had only happened at the end of the year, shortly before new years eve.
Freddy drained the rest of his can of beer. This was all he fucking needed. Some new fucker in town, another child predator. Would this asshole try and go after his children in the town? Take away and abuse his own potential targets? Krueger snarled as another disturbing thought entered his mind. Would this Bob Stevens turn his attention to his little girl? His Katherine? The mere idea of it made his blood boil. He would have a few talks with her, warn of her any new strangers she may come across. She was a bright child, he knew that. But he knew himself how easy it was to lure a child away. Could this newcomer have the same charm as him? Could he entice Katherine away with him?
His fists clenched in rage.
No, he wouldn't allow that to happen.
He needed to meet this, Bob Stevens. Study him, watch him. And if the fucker dared to even look in his daughter's direction. He would kill the cunt.
Katherine was his little girl.
His little girl.
