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I Won't Tell	By : pmad Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 12584 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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A/note: Warning - non con scenes involving a minor.
Chapter 6: ’19’
Wednesday 7^th June…
Katherine stifled a long yawn as she waited patiently for the school bus. It was just before 7.30am. The bus was a little late this morning. Her eyes darted quickly at her father as he sighed in aggravation. She knew over the last few days he wasn’t in the best of moods, of course he never showed it to her. It seemed to her that he tried his best to be in a good mood around her. But she knew his little mannerisms all too well, how he would get aggravated easily about the house and she would hear him curse to himself. Something he would never do in front of her. He had often hid himself away in his ’room’ for an hour or so each day, as though he was trying to calm himself or perhaps keep out of her way. Well, that was what she thought anyway.
Maybe she had done something wrong, but she didn’t want to ask him. Afraid of what he would say or how he would react. She was trying her best to be good for him, maybe she wasn’t trying hard enough. She tugged at her yellow dress, noticing that it was getting a little tight around her waist.
Freddy glanced down at her as he waited at her side, seeing her fiddling with her dress. “What’s wrong honey?”
“My dress is getting too small!” she moaned.
“That’s because you’re getting bigger. We’ll go shopping soon for some new dresses for you, okay?”
She looked up and grinned at this idea.
He smiled back and looked down the street once more. That bus had better hurry the fuck up, he was due in work in half an hour. The last thing he wanted was that fucker Burke reprimanding him for being late. It was his week for the early morning starts at work and so the last few days they had both had been getting up extra early so she could get the bus to school.
“Am I going to the art club today daddy?” Katherine asked.
“Yes, you are” he nodded and glanced at his watch once more, “Did you enjoy it last week?”
“Yeah” she replied happily, “It was great! Are you picking me up or am I getting the bus?”
He nodded slowly, “I’m picking you up at 3pm”
Her gaze turned towards the far end of the street to her left, as the yellow bus stopped about six doors down from them, picking up another young child. She spun around towards her father and asked. “Are you working this afternoon?”
“Yes” a perverted gleam flashed in his eyes and he smiled shrewdly, “I am”
It wasn’t the work she was thinking of. But his special work. His sexual frustration had been growing over the last few days, making him even more irritable than usual. He had been dreaming about Emily for the past several nights as he slept and had relieved himself a few times while down his room. He would close his eyes and imagine his lean body crushing against her little body, as he ravaged her, raped her and made her one of his children. Today was when he made that fantasy a reality! He was hoping to catch her when she was walking home from school at 2pm. Seeing as he wouldn’t have much time, he would have to take her to the power plant quickly and do his twisted deeds fast. He had hoped to have more time with her.
The last few days he had found himself watching her from the bushes behind the playground that was specifically for 1^st-3^rd graders. He had savoured her laughter, taking in her soft voice as she chatted to her friends as she played during lunch time. No one could see him from his hiding position. There was a small wired fence that surrounded the playground, perhaps four feet in height. Just a few yards behind it was a clump of bushes and trees, it stretched along the back of the playground for about fifteen feet. The trees and bushes covered a fair bit of area behind the playground. While behind that was a small abandoned alleyway, a perfect place to park his car. Hardly anyone ever ventured down that direction. He had known about it ever since he had worked the Elementary School when he turned nineteen. He knew that school like the back of his hand.
“Daddy!” his daughter’s cheery voice broke through his meanderings, “The bus is here!”
Freddy crouched down as she stepped towards him, “See you later, baby girl” he gave her a small kiss on the cheek.
She smiled at him and spun on her heel towards the bus, climbing up the steep steps of the vehicle and with a metallic groan the doors closed behind her.
Her father watched as the bus pulled away and turned towards his car parked in the driveway, climbing into the driver‘s seat. He was on the final countdown, it wouldn’t be long now until he could get his claws into his next piglet.
x x x
Katherine concentrated as she completed her writing exercise sheet. Her right hand held her pencil as she carefully spelt out the word ‘crayon’, then proceeded onto the next one ‘marker’. She could tell that her handwriting had certainly improved, it wasn’t as scrawled as it usually was. She smiled, feeling rather smug about this. Her eyes darted up towards her teacher Miss Ferguson as she ventured from table to table, checking on her pupil’s work. Her teaching assistant Zoë was sat at the front left hand table, chatting quietly to one of the other students. There were eight tables in total, each of them sitting four children.
At Katherine’s table, two boys sat facing her and her friend Lucy. However, the two boys were too busy chatting away to each other, not particularly paying attention to their work.
Lucy placed down her pencil, having finished her work sheet, “Are you going to the park this Saturday?”
“I dunno” Katherine shrugged, “I’ll have to see if my daddy brings me!”
“Oh, okay” Lucy moaned, “It’s just that I don’t think that Anna is going this weekend. Her mommy won’t let her go! So, I don’t want to play on my own!”
“I’ll ask my daddy and see what he says” Katherine chirped.
Her friend Lucy grinned, then stuck her hand up in the air and waved for Miss Ferguson, “Miss, can I go to the toilet please?”
Miss Ferguson nodded once, “Of course Lucy”
The young girl left her seat and ventured out of the classroom. Miss Ferguson walked over to the spare seat and sat down beside Katherine, smiling sweetly at her. “Let me see” she pulled over Katherine’s work, “That’s really good!”
Katherine gave a pleased grin, “Thanks Miss!”
“So, Katherine are you okay?” her teacher asked quietly, “I mean, you haven’t heard anything from your mother?”
Just as she did the previous week, Katherine stood her ground and looked at her teacher straight in the eyes and lied. Not even flinching. Just the way her father showed her. “No, we haven’t heard anything from my mommy”
“Oh right, but are you and your daddy okay?” Miss Ferguson asked again.
“Yeah, we’re okay” Katherine held her gaze.
“Okay, look if you want to talk to me about anything, just you come up to my desk. Okay?” her teacher offered and reached out to squeeze her right hand softly.
Katherine smiled back, a sincere smile of appreciation. She watched silently as her teacher walked back to the front of the room. Lying wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be. Her father was right, it was easy to lie! You just had to look people in the eye and remain calm. Sighing softly she lifted up her pencil again and went back to her work.
Miss Ferguson took one last glance at Katherine as sat at her desk. She seemed to be coping well after her mother leaving the household. At the minute there was no emotional issues were evident. Her father seemed to be counselling her pretty well after the break-up with his wife. He must be a very compassion and patient man to help Katherine deal with what was happening to their family. She admired that in a man, someone who stood up for their children. But of course, as a teacher she would always have to look out for any long term side effects.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze as her teaching assistant headed towards her desk, “Do you want me to get the children lined up for lunch?”
“Oh, yes” she glanced at her watch, the time reading 12 noon, “That will be great. Would you lead them to the cafeteria? I’ll tidy up in here and set up the work for the afternoon”
The young assistant nodded and turned towards the class, “Come on everyone. Put your work away and line up at the side of the classroom” she pointed to her right where there was a small doorway to the corridor, “It’s lunch time!”
The children chatted merrily to each other as they eagerly lined up, standing in a straight line. Some of them had their own pack lunches with them, while the rest would have to wait in the cafeteria for their lunch to be served to them. After a few minutes, Zoë stood at the front left of the room and opened the door. “In a single line. No running. Remember, walk slowly to the canteen!”
It was about 12.20pm when the students of the Springwood Elementary School began to filter out of their own canteen into the large playground. There were two playgrounds - one specifically for 1^st-3^rd graders and one for 4^th and 5^th graders. One was to the left of the canteen - which was for the 1^st-3^rd graders, it was the biggest and had a small area that children could play a game of rounder’s and has several painted hop-scotches.
The other playground for the 4^th and 5^th graders was just recently refurbished and had some playground slides and swings for the children. However, the school was hoping that with some fundraising that they could add some slides in the 1^st-3^rd graders play area.
Little Emily Prescott conversed with her friends as they tried to come to an agreement as to who would be on what team for their game of rounder’s. “Well, I want to be in Casey’s team!” she nodded at her friend across from her.
Casey’s beamed and nodded, her black curls bouncing around her face lightly, “Yeah, you can be in my team!”
The group scampered over to the rounder’s area, while one of the boys named Steven ran towards a male teacher named Mr Jacobs. He was the main teacher who had the keys to the small shed at the side of the canteen. Inside the shed it contained some sports equipment that children would often use in the playground, “Sir, can we have the bat and ball? We’re playing a game of rounder’s!”
The teacher nodded and motioned for the young boy to wait for him, “I’ll be back in a few minutes” he stuck his hand into his front black trouser pocket to pull out the keys. He had been working at the school for the last year or so and was extremely popular teacher amongst the children. Especially the boys, as he would often have them participate in sport activities after school. He had created a few sports clubs - mainly baseball, soccer and football.
Steven waited patiently and watched as Mr Jacobs walked around the side of the building and disappeared from view. Within a few minutes he had returned with a thin wooden bat and a small red ball. “There you go. But remember, take it easy when you are hitting the ball!” he warned.
“Yes sir” he replied and spun on his heel back towards where his friends waited. He threw the ball to a black haired boy named David, who was a few inches taller than him, “You’re bowling first, yeah?”
“Yeah, we’re going to win this time!” he retorted smugly.
“Yeah, yeah!” Steven stuck out his tongue teasingly.
The taller boy stood on the small white marker and grasped the ball tightly in his hand, waiting for Steven to position himself on his own marker for the batting player. “You ready?”
Steven nodded and held the bat firmly. The ball was swiftly thrown towards him and he swung at it, missing by mere inches. There was a burst of laughter from this friends. Glaring at them angrily, he rushed behind him to get the ball then rebuked as he threw it over to the bowler, “I’ll get it next time!”
David again composed himself and threw the ball again. This time Steven connected with the ball and it flew high over the metal wired fence into the bushes outside the school grounds. Emily who was nearest the small gate spun on her heel towards the gate and flung the gate opened, “I‘ll get it!” She then disappeared from view into the bushes.
Steven ran from pointer to pointer, trying to complete the circuit of running to the four bases as fast as he could. He wasn’t to give up, he wanted to win a point of this team!
He slowed to a stop at the last base and gave David a conceited grin. “Haha, one point to us!”
David huffily crossed his arms and then cast his gaze towards the gate, wondering what was taking Emily so long. After a few minutes he walked over to his friend, “Where is Emily? I mean, she should be back by now!”
Steven shrugged his shoulders, letting the bat fall to the ground and then jogged over towards the gate. “Emily, hurry up!”
There was no reply.
“Stop joking about!” he shouted again, “Where are you?”
Again there was an eerie silence.
Knowing that something wasn’t right, Steven darted across the playground to Mr Jacobs as he stood watching the children playing to his left. “Sir! Emily’s not answering me!”
“Not answering you?” Mr Jacobs frowned, his brown eyes glancing around the playground for any sign of the young girl, “What do you mean not answering you? Where is she?”
The boy pointed towards the bushes and trees behind the metal fence, “She went into the bushes to get the ball. We were playing rounder’s! She hasn’t came back out. She won’t answer me!”
Panic surged through his body as the teacher strode across the playground with the young boy in tow, “What? Are you sure?”
Steven nodded quickly, a look of fear growing across his face. “Yes, she went out about five minutes ago, maybe more. She hasn’t came back!”
Mr Jacobs stopped at the gate and turned towards the young student, “Listen, go and get Mr Daniels, he should be in the canteen. Tell him what’s happened. I’ll go and have a look for her”
He nodded and ran through the crowds of children merrily playing away, unaware of the grave situation that was happening just metres away from them. Mr Jacobs felt nauseated as he walked through the gate, inching towards the bushes. They were thick and lush. The sun was quickly blocked out by the tall thick branches above him as he delved deeper into the bushes and trees. He felt himself shiver involuntary, even to a grown up it felt creepy. He took a deep breath and called out, “Emily?”
He strained to hear any reply or any type of movement. But it was deathly silent. Pushing onwards he ducked under a small branch, the end of it nearly tugging at his white shirt. “Emily! Answer me!”
Silence.
After a few more feet he found himself standing in a small clearing, that was surrounded by several large trees. His mouth went agape in horror as he gaze fell upon the red ball, with no sign of Emily…
x x x
Freddy gave an immoral grin as he peered into the small side room in the boiler room. Sprawled out on the small single bed was Emily. Her body was motionless as she was still knocked out from the chloroform. It had been twenty minutes since he had arrived at the Power Plant. It was sheer luck that he managed to grab her the way he did. Yet again he found himself lurking in the bushes, watching the children as they played during lunch time. When he saw her running towards the gate, he felt a rush of excitement surge through his body. Luckily, he a small bottle of chloroform and small white handkerchief in his trench-coat pocket. Well, actually he always made sure it was in his pocket whenever he was on the hunt for a child, he never knew when he might need it. He had hoped to snatch the little brat when she was walking home from school, but when he saw her approach he knew it was the perfect opportunity to take her away.
The only downside was that maybe he had put too much chloroform on the cloth, as she still hadn’t came to.
His gaze fell towards the lower part of her legs that were stained in blood and marred by deep lacerations, the skin literally being carved opened. But nothing too deep. He had grown bored, rather restless. So, he had slipped on his bladed glove and just went to work on her smooth legs and when he was done, he had placed it back in his canvas bag. It had helped him pass a few minutes, but now he was starting to get irritated again.
From behind the metallic rumblings of the furnaces and boilers filled the boiler room. The heat was stifling. He discarded his trench-coat and hung it on a small hook beside the doorway, then rolled up the sleeves of his blue shirt. He grunted as he felt his hard on rub against his trousers. Grabbing it roughly he tried to hold himself back from pouncing on her sleeping form. From the moment he had grabbed her, he grew hard. The anticipation was too much to bare! Even when he was driving to the power plant with her little body concealed in the boot, he had thought of pulling over and touching her up there and then. But he knew deep down he wanted her to be awake. So, he could see her anguish, her little sweet face contort into pain as he fucked her!
He bit his bottom lip hard in irritation, nearly drawing blood . Fuck, the sooner she woke up the better. Patience wasn’t a virtue when it came to him!
Soon, Freddy! The little piglet will wake up soon! Then you can have your fun!
He was about to turn away, but heard a small moan coming from her as she began to stir from her sleep. With a wicked grin he tipped his fedora hat down slightly and took a step into the doorway. “Here we go…”
Emily‘s eyes fluttered open, her head lulling to the left side to study her new surroundings. She lay on a filthy mattress that was soiled in liquid. It felt sticky against her cream dress. To her left was a small work bench. Upon it was an old black scrapbook, a brown canvas bag and a small basin with a brown sponge at its side. Above the bench was a large window, but it was covered in thick dirt and dust. You could barely see through the glass it was that dirty!
The last thing she remembered was making her way through the bushes to look for the ball, when suddenly someone slammed a cloth over her mouth. Whatever was the cloth was smeared in, smelt revolting. Then her vision went black as she lost consciousness.
Slowly, she tried to push herself up onto her arms when she felt a rush of pain coming from her legs. Her head jerked down towards them, her mouth going agape in horror at the blood staining them. Long thick lacerations went from her ankles to just below her knees. Each laceration made her skin split in two. A piercing scream came from her as the pain began to increase, the full effect of the chloroform beginning to wear off.
A heinous laugh came from the doorway as Freddy took a step into the room, his arms across chest. This was what he wanted to hear, her screams. It was nothing but sweet delicious music to his ears!
“At last” he leered and grinned viciously beneath his fedora, “You’re awake, little piggy!”
Emily’s bottom lip trembled as she stared at her capturer. She hadn’t even notice him standing there, watching her. She feebly pushed herself backwards, but the pain in her legs was intolerable as another wretched moan came from her.
Freddy chuckled fiendishly and stared at her with voracious desire. His eyes roamed up her bloodied legs, “I got a little bored waiting for you to wake up. So, I decided to make some beauty marks on you. Do you like them?”
She shivered and let out a little sob, not answering him.
He tut-tut in disapproval and marched towards her. With a snarl he gripped her chin roughly with his right hand and jerked her face up to meet his, “You know it’s rude to not answer someone’s question, Emily!” her name came out in a deep growl, “Now, I’ll ask you again, do you like them?”
Her eyes welled up with more tears as she gave a shaky response, “N-no!”
Freddy feigned disappointment, “Awh, that’s a shame! Especially after all the hard work I put into it too!”
With a devilish cackle he roughly pushed her away and took off his fedora hat, throwing it onto the bench facing them. As he turned back to her, Emily’s eyes widened in horror as she realised who he was. “You’re…” her voice trailed off.
He stalked towards her and slowly sat at her side, “Yes, I’m Katherine’s daddy…” he chortled softly. Gently he began to stroke her left side of her face with his right hand, hushing her. “Ssh, little piggy. It’ll be over soon!”
She tried to pry his hand away from her face by twisting her face away. But he was stronger and firmly gripped her face in his right hand and lowered his face closer to hers. A perverted gleam flashed in eyes as his left hand reached down towards the rim of her dress. His fingers danced along the inside of her right thigh, upwards towards her pants.
Again she sobbed, “I want my daddy…”
Freddy gave a menacing grin as he snarled, “I’m your daddy now, Emily!” He then smashed his lips against hers, prying them open roughly as his slick tongue darted into her little mouth. Slithering and flicked over her own tongue that was frozen to the bottom of her mouth. Her body was paralyzed with fear. His fingers curled under her pants and tugged them downwards as he continued to molest and ravage her mouth.
He withdrew his mouth from her lips and yanked the pants from her legs.
“Please s-stop!” she begged.
He smiled viciously at her and climbed upon her, “Sshh”
She used her small hands to press against his chest, trying in vain to push him off of her. He chuckled at her and latched his lips onto hers once more and reached under her dress with his right hand, his fingers brushing over folds and then with a groan he plunged his index finger into her tight core emitting a startled groan of pain from her.
He roughly plunged his finger in and out of her tightness, then slide his second finger in and curled his first finger ever so slightly and dragged it down inside of her. His lips soon moved down toward her neck, sucking and nibbling harshly as her soft and tender skin. Teeth gnashed at her skin, breaking it and drawing blood and a scream of pain from her.
Another moan of lust came from him and he used his left hand to unzip his fly, then shoved her dress upwards. She whimpered as he withdrew his fingers from her and then she felt something else against her entrance.
He grinned madly at her as he leaned his face over hers, “Ready, piglet?”
Her face contorted into a visage of pain as he thrust into her with one brutal plunge, tearing her apart. Taking away her innocence. He groaned into her ear as her screams tore from her throat. “Ohh, you feel so fucking good”
She sobbed and screamed again as he began to pound into her. His right hand crept under her thigh, groping and pawing at her flesh. His thrusting continued, his mouth going agape in bliss as he picked up his pace and drawing another groan of pain from her. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room, along with his panting and moans of ecstasy.
Just like all the other girls he fucked, she was so tight. Felt so warm around his shaft. Fucking little girls were always so much better than fucking that bitch Loretta. He received so much pleasure from screwing them.
He shifted and pushed himself up a little on his hands as he grounded into her again, and licked his lips hungrily. His cruel lust glazed eyes clamped shut as he rotated his hips sharply. The tip of his shaft hit the bottom of her cervix and he moaned again, then lowered his face into the crook of his neck. Licking and gnawing at her skin once more.
After a few more savage thrusts he shuddered and felt himself tighten, and with one last loud perverse groan he came and then whispered. “Emily…”
Her sobs resounded throughout the room as she her head lulled to the side as he lifted her head from her neck. A small dribble of blood was smeared across his lips. His eyes fluttered opened as he stared down at her little face, her face as damp from crying and on the right side of her neck were several small bite marks.
Pushing himself backwards he withdrew himself from her and stood from the bed. It was though a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, all that pent up frustration and lust was finally released. He was in a far happier mood now, than in the last few days. Nothing could ruin it!
You enjoyed that, didn’t you Krueger? She was a good little fuck, wasn’t she?
Probably the best one yet, huh?
She was so nice and tight!
Freddy chuckled along with the voices.
Finish her off Freddy!
We want to see what you have in store for her…
With a spring in his step he headed towards the canvas bag on the bench, reaching in to grab his other glove. There were four curved hooks on each finger. A vile grin grew across his face as he slid it onto his right hand and turned back to her, flexing his glove a few times. It had been a while since he had used this particular glove. So, it was certainly going to this interesting!
Again he could hear the voices in the back of his mind, urging him on. The young girl’s eyes flickered opened and as they fell upon his right gloved hand, she began to struggle and push herself up.
He wagged a curved hook at her face, “No, you don’t!” he then back handed her with the back of the glove. A small shriek came from her as she collapsed back onto the soiled bed.
With both his gloved and un-gloved hand, Freddy viciously ripped apart her dress across her stomach area. Slowly, he began to raise his glove hand and with a savage snarl brought it down towards her creamy flesh. The curved hooks dug into her skin and she screamed in agony.
Freddy closed his eyes, relishing in her screams and groaned, “That’s it sweetheart! Scream for me! Scream for Freddy!”
His eyes snapped opened and he tugged the curved hooks further into her flesh, dragging it along. The metal tore her skin apart, scraping it away. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as copious amounts of blood seeped from her stomach. Again he dug his curved hooks deeper into her stomach, then yanked it out. Before driving it back towards her stomach once more, a determined grin on his face while doing so.
Once more he pulled the glove along her flesh, decimating her little torso even more. After thirty more seconds of ravaging her flesh he tore his glove from her body as she took her last breath. His eyes twinkled with dark glee as they stared at the hooks, each of them were covered in blood, her skin and muscle tissue.
We like it Freddy. You gutted her like a fucking pig!
Hahahahaha!!!
He stood back and admired his ‘work’, her stomach and lower abdomen was nothing but a mangled blood mess of torn flesh, you could see the insides of her body, the red tissue of her intestines and the lining of her stomach.
To Freddy, it looked beautiful.
He breathed deeply and withdrew the glove from his hand, leaving it on the bench. He reached into the canvas bag again and withdrew two red silk ribbons.
Within a few minutes Freddy was sitting beside the bed on a small wooden chair. Emily’s corpse was still laying on the bed, but her hair was now tied back in two pigtails, bound with the red ribbons. Attentively, Freddy began to sketch the corpse into his scrapbook with the number ‘19’ at the top. He left enough space at the bottom of the page so he could note down exactly what he had done to her. But it would always be embedded into his mind. He would more than likely have a dream of what happened today. It always happened each night after killing a little piglet. For nights on end he would dream of all his children, reliving each of their deaths and well he didn’t complain one bit!
He took a fleeting glance at his watch. It was now 2pm. He had to have a quick freshen up and then collect Katherine. He would finish his drawing later that evening. As for Emily’s body, well he knew exactly what to do…
3.05pm…
Freddy waited patiently at his car outside the Kindergarten. His slender body leaned against the driver’s door. He stared at his attire, having now changed into a fresh set of clothing - jeans and red polo-shirt -he had brought with him to the power plant. His other clothes were hidden in the trunk. They weren’t exactly bloodied as such, but he always made sure that he changed his clothes after each kill. Just to be on the safe side!
He reached into his front jean pocket and pulled out a small cigarette packet, lighting one up as his gaze moved across to the two police cars parked about thirty yards down the street to his left. He knew that the incompetent fuckers were still searching the school play grounds for Emily. But it was too fucking late!
At the entrance to the Elementary School he saw two polices officers talking to one of the teachers, while another officer conversed with two adults at the doorway. He didn’t really recognise them, but he knew that they must be Emily’s parents. The woman had the same colour hair, the same shaped jaw. He desperately wanted to go over to the two fuckers and tell them what had happened to their precious little bitch of a daughter. How he fucked her like the little slut she was and gutted her stomach wide open.
A small triumphant grin tugged at his lips and then disappeared as he heard footsteps approaching him from the right. He turned around to find Miss Ferguson walking with Katherine, her hand entangled with his daughter’s. He noticed that the teacher’s face was tight with worry. Behind her a few other children were met by their own parents, each adult gripping their son or daughter’s hand firmly as they were led away from the school grounds.
Freddy stubbed out his cigarette on the sidewalk, then walked towards the woman meeting her half way.
“Hello, Mr Krueger” she began, “I wanted to make sure Katherine got to you safely. I tried to phone your house earlier to see if you wanted to pick up Katherine a little earlier”
“I was out, I had some errands to do” he paused briefly and then feigned concern, “Is there anything wrong?”
The young woman looked down quickly at Katherine, “Katherine sweetheart, would you wait by the car for your daddy? I need to speak to him. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
The small child looked over towards her father as though she was waiting for his command. He gave a quick nod and smiled reassuringly at her. “Go on, honey. I won’t be long”
“Okay. Bye miss” she turned her gaze back towards her teacher and smiled, before trotting over towards the car where she waited.
Miss Ferguson sighed softly, her voice taunt with worry as he stated, “A young girl went missing today at the Elementary School”
Freddy ‘s mouth popped open in mock dismay, “Missing? That’s awful. When did this happen?”
Oh, you’re such a good fucking actor aren’t you Freddy?
“It happened at lunch time. She disappeared from the playground. Supposedly, she went into the bushes behind the playground to look for a ball” she replied grimly, “We tried to call parents to see if they wanted to pick up their children. That’s why I tried to phone you”
“I would have came for her” Freddy glanced over his shoulder at Katherine, “But as I said I was out. But thanks for looking after her. Hopefully, they will find the little girl”
Miss Ferguson nodded, “I hope so”
“Would it be okay if Katherine goes to the breakfast club in the morning?”
“Of course, that’s fine” she smiled warmly, “Take care. Bye”
He gave a curt nod and then strode back to his car, an atrocious smirk growing on his face. A small baleful chortle left his throat as he neared the car and soon his smirk disappeared, being replaced by a warm smile as Katherine looked up to him.
“What’s wrong daddy?” she questioned softly.
“Nothing, princess!” he bent down to lift her onto the bonnet, “Everything is fine! Did you have a good day at school? What did you do?”
Her worried disposition soon changed as she smiled back, “Yeah, we started reading a new book today and we’re learning how to do spellings! I’ve homework to do!” she shrugged her satchel off of her shoulders and dug her right hand into the bag, pulling out a picture, “And I painted this!”
Her father studied the painting. There was what appeared to be a large orange run, yellow strokes for the sand and a small sandcastle, waves of blue for the sea and a small red bucket and spade.
“It’s the beach. We were talking places to go on vacation. Can we go to the beach?” she begged.
“I’ll see what I can do!”
A big wide grin spread across her face and then she asked, “What about you daddy? Did you have a good day? What did you do?”
Freddy smiled knowingly, “Daddy had a great day! I went to work this morning, then I had to take care of my ‘special work’ this afternoon”
Her little face frowned in confusion and she muttered with uncertainty, “Special work?” Why did that seem so familiar? He had mentioned that to her before, hadn’t he?
It was that day in the garden…
“I’ll tell you about my special work one day, okay?” he placed her picture back in her bag and lifted her into his arms, placing her into the passenger seat, “C’mon let’s get you home. I’ll help you with your homework. Now, remember put your seatbelt on”
After clicking in her seatbelt she gave her father a curious glance as he started the car. There was a eccentric grin planted across his face, as though he was secretly happy about something. His mood had certainly improved from the last few days. But why?
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One week later….Wednesday 14^th June 8.50pm.
Twenty three year old Lauren Dixon took in a deep breath of the cool summer air as she strolled along the side of the road, at the boundary of Springwood. It was perfect walking conditions for her and her golden Labrador Max. The sky was hazy, the sun starting to set in the distance, casting a red/orange glow over the horizon. To her right was the edge of a forest that stretched from the edge of town towards Central City approximately twelve miles to the north. Her green eyes glimpsed up at the sign ‘Welcome to Springwood: A Nice Place to Live’
She had just moved to the town about two years ago, to one of the new property developments on the edge of town. It was a nice town, with loads of friendly people. But what alarmed her was the killings and disappearances of all them children. There certainly was one sick fucker in this town. She had prayed every night before bed, that the Police would find the felon who was taking these poor innocent children away. But alas her prayers were going unanswered.
Her musings were interrupted as her dog barked suddenly, his tail wagging furiously as he sniffed the air. Sighing inwardly she knew that she should have kept him on the leash. He was so difficult to catch and hook him back onto the lead. It didn’t matter how many times she had tried to train him, the dog wouldn’t listen to her!
A light breeze blew her black hair across her face, which she swatted away. Her paced picked up as she saw Max scurry across the grass to her right, heading towards the periphery of the trees. “No, don’t you dare…” she whispered and then shouted at her dog, “Max!! Come here boy!”
But it was too late, as he disappeared into the trees.
“Damn it!” she hissed sharply. Darting forward her white tennis shoes slapped against the short grass as she headed towards the trees that towered above her small 5’2 frame. “Max! Come here!”
In the distance she could hear him barking vehemently. She growled inwardly and cautiously entered the forest as the branches brushed against her long sleeved cream shirt. After a few minutes she froze and called out again, “Max!!”
Up ahead there was another ferocious bark. Lauren pushed onwards and gripped the leash in anger. This was the last time she was letting him off the lead and she definitely was getting professional help in training him. Her breath grew heavy as she broke out into a little jog, ducking out of the way of branches as she went.
Her dog Max stood about ten feet ahead of her, at the edge of small slope. His gaze was set downwards as his tail wagged slowly. As she reached his side she grabbed his collar and scolded, “Bad boy!”
The Labrador barely acknowledged her and gave another loud bark as he continued to stare down the grassy slope to were a small stream was. Lauren gave him a puzzled look and then slowly lowered her gaze towards to where her dog was looking.
Her bright rosy cheeks suddenly went a deathly white, her green eyes widening in terror as she began to scream…
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