Chapter 4: Are You Ready For Freddy?
Freddy snickered in her ear. "Nice to see you again too," he said with a grin. Then she made a run for it. The girl ducked under his arm and jumped right over the railing. He smiled. It was so much more fun when they struggled.
He jumped, landing directly in front of the girl. She skidded to a stop, crashing right into his chest. He wrapped his left arm around her and pulled her face close to his. "Just so ya know," he said with a smirk. "I'm gonna kill ya." The girl squirmed a bit and he tightened his grip. A laugh escaped his lips. "But I want you to tell me first...how did you get my glove?"
The girl stopped struggling. Her eyes grew wide and she stared up to him with a suddenly blank expression. A bizarre wave of déjà vu swept over him as he looked at her. Her bright blue eyes and strawberry hair reminded him of someone. "I don't know..." she muttered in a daze. He flicked one of his blades along her neck, leaving a tiny drop of blood to fall to the floor. He was so entranced at this point by her familiar features, however, that he paid no attention to this. Memories were coming back to him now. Fifteen years ago. There was another girl...
She squirmed and once again he tightened his grip. "Who is your mother?" he demanded suddenly. She stopped struggling.
"I don't know," she barked at him. "I was adopted. I never knew my parents." Taking his claw, he carefully took a handful of her hair and pulled her face upward into the light. Suddenly, the connection was made and he nearly dropped her when he realized who she looked like. "What the hell are you doing to me?" she asked, kicking him pitifully in the leg. He remained silent for a moment before tossing her to the floor indifferently. He began to pace before her. "This is impossible," he muttered to himself. It was inconceivable. No wonder she had the upper hand last time.
Suddenly, he turned on her, raising his claw in the air. It was time to stop this. He flicked his blades, willing the pipe above the girl to drop onto her crumpled body. With an oof! she was pinned to the floor. "Dani..." he said, approaching the wriggling body. "I only wish we could have had more time together." Her eyes grew wide as the blades neared her neck.
"Please don't..."
Freddy stopped. He wasn't sure why. She should have been dead by now. Just kill her already! he told himself urgently. If Dani was indeed who he though she was, then perhaps he could use her to his advantage. She was an outcast. She would love nothing more than to be taken under the wing of a powerful figure. He could tell, she would love the idea of revenge.
But his hypothesis was insane. There was no way this could be her. This little freak of nature? He stared into her eyes and she stared straight back. In the reflection of her pupils he could see himself, scowling down at her. She wasn't afraid now because she could see clearly. There was no mistake. They had the same eyes.
As if shocked, he stood up. Uncertainly, he took a few steps back. Everything was clear now. Her attitude, her look, her power...this was horrible. He thought she was dead. "Alice..." he mumbled, shaking his head and still backing up. The girl continued to fight against the pipe pressing on her. It was crushing her lungs. Without thinking, he waved his hand in her direction and the pipe flew off, freeing her from her prison. "Wake up, Dani," he said looking intently at the floor. "Get out."