HELLO AGAIN! DID YOU LIKE MY PLOT TWIST?!

EMILY IS JASONS DAUGHTER! THATS CRAZY!

BUT I'M THE AUTHOR SO THERE! BESIDES...THIS IS GONNA BE A FUN DEVELOPMENT.

JUST WAIT AND SEE!

I DISCLAIM FREDDY AND JASON, AND THEIR FILMS.

ENJOY PART 6!!

FREDDYS GIRL CHAPTER 6

Freddy stared in shock at Emily, "Your father is Jason Vorrhees ?! How the fuck did that even happen?!" "It's one of those complicated things that are too weird to

talk about," Emily said, her gaze never leaving her father. Jason looked at Freddy with anger in his eyes. He pointed first at Emily, and then the doorway, he wanted

her away from Freddy. "But Daddy-" Jason turned his cold gaze on her, she shriveld, "yes, Daddy..." As she walked torwards the empty door frame, Jason suddenly

took her hand, he'd seen the blood. Emily could sense the anger rising in him as he turned to Freddy vehemently. "No! he didn't do it, it was an accident!" Jason

turned to her. "Besides, Freddy would never-" she felt something warm drip down her back, she turned her head, and saw red, "oh no My stitches poped!"she

thought. Jason saw the panic in her eyes and turned her around, four bloody streaks appeard, staining the white sweater.

Freddy was in trouble now, and he knew it. "Daddy, let me explain-" If jason heard her, he ignored her as he charged at Freddy, swinging his machete. Freddy

only just dodged it in time, yelling "Hey, cool it you shitface! It's not like I wanted to do it!" But Jason was beyond reason, all he knew was that Emily, the one thing

he cared about, had been wounded by HIM. He riased his machete for a second strike, but Emily ran in front of Freddy, holding her arms out protectivly. "Daddy,

stop! He's telling you the truth! We had no choice. It was an emergency. So if you want to kill him, you'll have to go through me."

This did not help jasons mood. He had spent an entire month looking for her,and here she was with his enemy. Protecting him no less! He once again motioned for

her to step aside, but this time she stood her ground defiantly. She shook her head no, "Daddy, Freddy saved my life"

(HEY, ITS NOT EXACTLY A LIE. HE KEPT HER FROM FREEZING TO DEATH, SAVED HER FROM THOSE ROBBERS, SEWED UP HER WOUNDS...YOU GET IT)

Her eyes were pleading with her father, "Please don't kill him Daddy, he's taken good care of me, he doesn't deserve to die." Jason doubted that last bit, his hatred

of Freddy was legendary in its proportion. Still... he trusted his daughter, and loved her more than life itself, and her pleas were wearing him down. He lowered his

machete reluctantly, even if it meant sparing Freddy, he hated doing anything that would cause her heartbreak. He loved her too much. He sheathed his machete.

Emily smiled, relieved. "Thank you Daddy..." She wrapped her arms around him in an embrace, which was somewhat awkward, due to the fact that Jason was

almost 7 and 1/2 feet tall, and she a mere 5 foot even. The top of her head only came up to the lower part of his chest.

He glared at Freddy. His look dripping with hate. "If looks could kill," Freddy quoted, his tone a little mocking. Jason ignored him and turned his attention back to his

daughter, who was still hugging him. He was suprised she had lasted a month with him. The last time he and Freddy had met, they had killed each other, but that

never stopped either of them for very long. He would love to fight him again, and kill him properly, but as long as Emily wanted him alive, he wouldn't. For now, it

was... a truce.

2 weeks later...

Now home in crystal lake or C.L. as it's residents called it, Emily lay relaxing in the water. Jason and Freddy were nowhere to be seen and were probably off

somewhere in the woods, either fighting or killing people. "It's so good to be home..." Emily mused as the water lapped around her body. She had missed the lake,

she had always loved the water, even as a child. Jason, being terrified of the water, only got in it if he had to, so her mother had been the one to teach her to swim.

She pushed that from her mind, and enjoyed the cold water embraceing her like an old friend. She heard a splash and looked torwards shore, 2 teen boys were

skinny dipping, much to her annoyance. She swam closer, avoiding them of course, and saw to her ammusment that these two were more into each other than the

water. They definatly were up to no good, not the way the feminine looking one was stroking the others butt.

(ha! gays!!)

Emily decided to have some fun. Grinning, she silently dove under the surface and pulled the feminine ones toe, quicky swimming away to avoid being seen.She rose

to the surface, hiding behind one of the pillars on the dock. "Something just touched my leg!" the girly one squeeled, clinging to his boyfreind. "Oh, Terry, It was just

a fish," the boyfreind said dissmissively, resuming kissing the feminine one. Taking another breath, Emily dove again and swam back under the couple. Careful not to

look at his...you know what... she swam close and bit the boys leg lightly, swimming away again before being seen. "Damn!" the boy friend said through gritted

teeth, "something bit me!" "Maybe it was a fish," Terry mocked "Oh! Come on, this will be more fun on land anyway," the boyfriend said. They waded to shore and

wanderd into the forest. Emily pulled herself out of the water and onto the dock, giggling insanly at her prank. Then a thought struck her, this might be a good

oppertunity to impress her father. Takeing a brisk walk back to her fathers cabin, she found what she was looking for... a spare hocky mask.

Taking a look in the mirror, she found that it made her hair flare out, she looked pretty ominous. Luckily, her father had plenty of machetes hanging on the wall,

grabbing the one closest to her, she swung it a few times, getting the feel of it. She backtracked her steps until she found her targets, in the throws of passion on

the forest floor.

(no, you dirty dirty people I will not decribe what gay sex looks like! this is not a lemon! use you imagination)

Immitating her father, she walked up to them noislessly, almost right next to them. She raised her machete and brought it down in a stabbing fashion, severing the

spinal cord of the boyfriend, who was on top. He fell limp next to his lover, who screamed as he saw the masked figure of Emily bring her blade down once again,

beheading him in one swift movement. The deed done, she dragged their bodies back to the cabin and displayed them on the lawn. She then whent inside and fell

asleep in the chair that sat in the corner. Hours later, Jason walked in and saw Emily. She was still wearing the mask, and the machete was at her feet. He gently

removed the mask, careful not to wake her, and carried her to her own room, where he layed her on the bed and tucked her in. As he turned to leave he smiled a

hidden smile to himself and, if he could talk, he would have mutterd " Like father like daughter."