I charged, snarling, thinking how he dared to encroach on my space. I swiped at him, and gleefully, dug my claws into his shoulder.
He made a pained sound, for which I was glad. In my rage, I took him up by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. He disappeared.
I disappeared too. The half of me that was Freddy was used to this, and the half of me that was myself, Julia, was not used to it. I was nothing for a split second, and then reappeared in a completely different part of the room.
Both our souls, Freddy's and mine, were fighting over the same body, but were somehow able to coexist in it without destroying the other completely. He had his thoughts, and I had my thoughts, in the same brain, but we both referred to ourselves as I.
I tackled him, and slammed him against the wall.
He chuckled, and I glared at him.
"You know something.", I said, suspicious. "Talk."
He just looked at me with that grin on his face. I brandished my claws.
"Talk."
"'Bout what, dear Freddy?", he laughed.
I just growled at him, irritated to no end. I wanted to slash and to tear, to kill, but I wanted answers first. I had the nagging suspicion he knew something important, and I wanted to know what it was.
I growled, and tossed him across the room, taking pleasure in seeing his body flip through the air and come to a crashing halt on the ground. I disappeared again, and reappeared crouching over him.
"Talk.", I growled again.
"'Bout what first?", he chuckled still. "The pills Jason and Michael gave you every night after getting you drunk so you'd be nicer to that girl, or the fact that I'm here?"
I really didn't know what to say.