"Catrina oh I'm so I found you. Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Crystal asked as she pulled me into a hug.

"Did who hurt me mom?" I asked with a frown.

"I'm so sorry I didn't believe you. I should have know a monster like Freddy would find a way to come back and get his revenge. This nightmare will never end so long as I'm alive. Please tell me he didn't hurt you. I'd never forgive myself if I let him hurt you again." My mom cried.

"What do you mean let him hurt me again?" I asked with a frown.

"I wasn't able to protect you from him when you were younger. It's my fault he did those horrible things to you and the other children. If only I had gone go the police the moment I discovered the truth about his "special work." "Then none of this would have happened."

"No mother he did not hurt me. He did tell me all about your relationship. Tell me about the events that lead up to my birth. Who is my father?"

"The truth is Your father was murdered honey. He was one of Kruger's victims."

"That's not what I've been told." I replied with a frown.

"What is it that you've been told?" My mom asked confused.

"Dat Fweddy is me daddy. Is it twue? Is Fweddy me daddy?"

"First of all, quit talking like a toddler your. Your 16 not 3!" My mother hissed at me. "Secondly, where on Earth did you get a ridiculous notion like that?" My mom demanded.

"Fine. Is Freddy my father?"

"Catrina who told you that lie?"

"Who do you think mother?" I asked irritatedly.

"What do you want me to tell you? That your the daughter of a child molestor and serial killer and not just a serial killer but a serial killer of the worst kind?  A serial killer of children? Well, I'm sorry to tell you but that's simply not the truth. Fredric Kruger is not your father he's just trying to confuse you and turn you against me."

"Now why would he do a thing like that?" My irritation growing with each passing moment.

"Because he was my husband before your father. We had a wonderful relationship until one day when I accidentally went into his "work room."  It was then that I saw his gloves and his memorial to all the children that he had killed."

"I wanted so badly for my conclusion that Freddy was the Springwood Slashed to be wrong. However, based on what I had seen there was no other explanation. He had warned me never to enter that room or there would be severe consequences. I was terrified that he wouldn't give me a chance to explain, that he'd carry though on his promise to do to me as Bluebeard had done to his wives so I ran. I ran until I couldn't run anymore that's when met your father , your real father we fell in love. You are a product of that love."

At this, I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. I could see Freddy standing there before me. He had heard the whole conversation and his eyes sparkled in delight. He smirked as chuckled. "I told you she'd never tell you the truth." He whispered and I sighed.

"Catrina are you listening to me? Fredric Kruger is not your father."

"I have to go." I replied with a frown.

"Catrina where you going?" My mom asked worriedly.

"Anywhere but here."

"Catrina get back here we've got to stay together. It's our only hope of defeating him." My mom replied.

"I have no reason to stay."

"Catrina what's gotten into you?"

"You lied to me! I know that Maurice wasn't my father."

"How???"

"Because Mother, when he took me down into the basement to give me my medicine his favorite thing to tell me was that I am not, nor have I ever been his daughter. That I am an unwanted mistake."

"Honey, you know your father often said things he didn't mean when he was drunk. Besides, it's complicated honey. The truth is there are several different types of parents. Your biological parents that gave birth to you, foster parents, adopted parents and step parents. What makes some one your mom or dad? Is it the Man and woman who gave birth to but who doesn't help raise or provide for you in any kind of way?"

"Is it someone who loves you and would die for you? Tell me, what makes someone your mom or dad? Sometimes the truth isn't as simple as black and white. You'll find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view. What I told you concerning Fredric is true from a certain point of view." My mom replied.

"That's crap! You want to know what the problem is mom? You only tell people things from your own point of view. It might not even be the truth. Most of the time your truth is what you wish it could be. You based my life on a lie because the truth is too painful. You want to know what else Freddy told me?"

"He told me that the two of you were once married but that you walked away. That you wish you could turn back time and not marry him. You say he stole you innocence which would mean that I am just like him. His own mother wished he'd have never been born and you wish the same thing about me. You do not love me you've hated me since the day I was born."

"That's not true. I do love you."

"Really? Is that why you tell me that you hate me and wish Me had never been born when your drunk?"

"I say a lot of things I don't mean when I'm drunk. Fredric is not your father. I do not hate you. I love you more then anything in the world. He is just trying to turn you against me."

"Why won't you admit the truth?" I cried as I rushed out the door tears streaming down my face.

"Catrina please come back!" My mom yelled after me but I needed time to think.

I hadn't gone far when I ran into Nancy. "Catrina what's wrong? Is it Freddy? Did he hurt you?"

"No. He didn't hurt me Nancy but I have discovered something much worse then anything he could ever do to me."

"What is that?"

"He's my father Nancy. Freddy Kruger is my father."

Nancy looked at me in shock. "Your father? Are you sure? How is that possible?"

I shook my head yes sadly. "Yes he told me himself and when I asked my mom about it she became defensive and insisted that it was not true. She gave me a whole speech on how the truth depends on ones own point of view. She claims that it's complicated but it's not. how it is possible, my mom was married to him but when she saw his room where he did his "special work" she left him and re-married twice."

"To the man that I thought was my father and now to my step father. Nancy can I stay with you? I can't go home knowing that she's lied to me all my life. She wishes that I had never been born. She says that Freddy stole her innocence. The truth is that she sees me as a product of rape. She does not want me and she doesn't love me and the truth is she never will."

"Oh Catrina I am so sorry. Of course you can come stay with me." Nancy replied. Just as we were about to turn and head towards her house a patrol car pulled up along side of us.

"Hold it right there!" Came the voice of my step father. "Catrina just what did you think your doing running away from home like that? Your mother is besides herself with grief. Now get in the car we are going home!"'

Upon reaching the house my mother grabbed my arm and growled at me "I consider myself to be a reasonable woman but even I can be pushed to my limits. So help me Catrina, I am going to get this through to you. If this is the only way to do it, then so be it." My mother replied with a growl as she dragged me down the stairs to the basement.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing we are just going to play a few games." My mother replies her eyes sparkling in delight.

"What kind of games?" I asked trembling not sure I wanted to know the answer.

"You'll see soon enough. First I'm going to show you photographs. You are going to tell me what they are pictures and every time I don't like your reply I'll hit you."

"Then what will happen?"

"Don't worry about it. Let's get started."

"Who is this a picture of?" My mother asked showing me a picture of Freddy. When I didn't reply she smiled and stated "Tick tock the clock is running you have five seconds to answer me. 1. 2. 3. 4...."

"It's a picture of Mista K."

"Stop talking like a toddler! Your not a baby!" My mother snarled hitting me across the face. Now, Who is he to you?" My mother replied with a frown.

"I thought you supposed to show me a new picture?"

"I never said that. I said I'd show you a picture and then ask you a question. By the way your time is up."

"But you didn't give me a chance to respond." I whimpered.

"Oh did I forget to mention that if you whine or at any point of this game then I'll double the amount of punches and hits with the belt I give you."

"But..."

"Are you arguing with me?"

"No. I just want to make sure I understand how this game is played."

"You don't need to understand all you have to is answer my questions to my satisfaction. So lets start again shall we? Who is Freddy Kruger to you?"

"He's my...." I paused and hesitated before finishing my sentence.

"Your what?" My mother replied impatiently.

"The man in my bad dreams who is killing all my friends."

"Humm interesting answer. Who else is he to you?"

"He is was my friend or at least I thought he was when I was little."

"Why did you think that?"

"He always comforted me the next day if he knew that I'd received my medicine at night ."

"Should you have told him about your medicine?"

"I didn't have to tell him. He always seemed to know. Even when I tried my hardest to hide it and made excuses as to why my butt or back hurt he knew I wasn't telling the truth. I don't know how but he knew."

"Fine. Lets see another picture. Tell me Catrina are you being a good girl in this picture?" My mother asked showing me a picture of me sitting on a swing set in the front yard.

"It looks like it but I don't know."

"Guess."

"Yes I'm being good. I'm playing outside like you told me too."

"Wrong." My my mother replied punching me in the gut.

"Tell me, what are you doing wrong in this picture?"

"I don't know. It doesn't look like I'm doing anything wrong. I'm just playing on a swing."

"Unfortunately for you that is the wrong answer." My mother replied with an evil smile. "Time to step it up a notch. I'm going to ask you a series of questions for every answer that I don't like I'm going to give you your medicine using this." My mother replied revealing Maurice's belt. "Do you recognize this?"'

I trembled slightly before replying "no."

"Are you sure? Why don't you take a closer look?" My mother replied slapping me across the face with it.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'll ask the questions around here."

Freddy frowned and slashed a nearby pipe in anger. "How DARE she hurt my little princess! I'm going to kill her!" He growled. Then after a moment he began to smile knowing that it was only a matter of time before I called his name.

"I'm sorry."

"What did I tell you about whimpering girl?" My my mother replied with a slight growl as she brought the belt down upon my back.