Katherine was thrashing around, trying to get a doppelgänger of the derange man off her back as she was trying to kick him in the shin and beat him in the head with the metal pipe over her shoulder. When his grip finally loosened, she gave a final kick in the shin, spun, and whacked him square on the side of the face with the pipe, knocking him on his feet to his hands and knees. She brought the pipe down, ending him. "And stay down!" She yelled at the body.
"You've got two more," Freddy shouted causally at her.
She rolled her brown eyes. "Thanks, Fred," she grumbled with sarcasm as she turned her attention to the two remaining doppelgängers who were like wild animals as they lunged at her. She tried to beat them off, but they were too quick. Quicker than before. "I can't hold them off for long!" The woman shouted, darting around, trying to avoid them, but got cut by their knives a couple of times, making her hiss in pain.
"Are you asking me for help?" He questioned, placing his glove to his chest in dramatic disbelief.
"I can't handle-" She ducked a swinging knife, but was backhanded and the second one tore the pipe from her hand and smacked it in her side, making her yelp in pain and stumbled, trying not to fall from the blow.
The pipe was tossed aside with a clatter as the first jumped in front of her, blocking her escape and began to slash at her.
She tried to dodge the blade. "Which-One-Is- The real one?" She called as she was jumping and ducking away from the knife.
There was no answer.
She saw the second one coming to her, saw an opening, and punched him in the face, causing her to hurt her hand and shake it off, fighting the pain. "Freddy?"
"The other one!" He finally answered.
Katherine found her pipe laying on the ground and dashed toward it with limp from her rib with the two lunatics on her tail. She snatched off the floor, and spun, smacking one the arm.
"Not that one! The other one! You punched that one."
She quickly turned her attention to the first one, trying to hit him, but he grabbed the pipe in midair and grinned at her. "Surprise." That's when she noticed the blood on his messy brown hair from where her father nailed him.
"Watch out for the knife!" Freddy shouted from the sidelines as if he was a coach for a sport game.
The woman glanced at the man's other hand and spotted the knife that was aimed for her stomach, forcing her to let go of her only weapon and leapt out of the way just in time, but winced in the pain in her rib. She looked up at him with wide eyes as the pipe was looming over her head.
"You're dead, Krueger," he growled with his blue eyes flashing with a fire of madness, then they shot open with terror as his body froze.
"And you're to be put, rabid dog," a dark voice said coldly.
The pipe dropped as the second doppelgänger began to almost evaporate.
Blood began to drip down the corner of the madman's mouth as his eyes began to glaze. "Eric," he chocked as he was struggling for a steady breath. His dropped his arm along with the knife in his other hand as he stared at Katherine with glassy eyes and whispered, "Bitch," then breathed his last.
Freddy tore his claws from the man's back, allowing him to fall on his face right in front of the woman. "Well," he began with what sounded like approval, looking down at the body, "that was fun."
Katherine looked at her father. "Fun? I nearly got killed."
"And you did wonderfully," he said with a small smile, giving her a slight bow. "You are really my daughter."
She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, tired of him reminding her. "I'm not like you, you sick, deranged, homicidally-insane maniac."
He waved his bloody, gloved hand, flattered. "No need for the complements."
"Why did you even save me? A year ago you wanted to kill me." She looked at him, hoping to finally get a straight answer from him.
The killer looked her in the eyes with seriousness. "My blood runs through your veins and nobody is allowed to kill you… but me."
She couldn't help, but laugh a little. Those were words that a father would never say to their kid. "Thanks, I guess," she chuckled. Her smile slowly began to fade. "So now you're going to try to kill me?"
He began to causally walk away. "No."
"That's it?" She asked, disbelieving his words. There was always a catch with him.
"Well," he said slowly as he stopped in his tracks. "You could pick the pipe up that you tore off my wall."
Katherine did what she was told with an arched eyebrow, knowing that was an odd request. "Ok. Sorry?" She asked, not sure what to say. This was certainly not what she was expecting from him.
"Apologies don't work on me, Kat." There was a sense of coldness in his voice.
The young woman gripped the pipe, staring intently at the man standing in front of her, ready for anything as he began to tap his bloody index claw on his trousers.
Seconds ticked by as she was studying him, waiting for him to make a move or at least say something.
Suddenly, he whipped around and dashed to her with his claw raised as his loomed over her just as she raised the pipe in defense, looking away with her eyes squeezed tight.
Katherine shot up in bed with wide eyes, then sighed with relief to find herself in her bedroom. She felt pain in her rib and found three cuts on her arms from the knives, but another than that, she was alright. Something then caught her attention as she felt something in her right hand. She removed her hand from under the covers and pulled out the old metal pipe, making her chuckle as she lightly shook her head. "Thanks for the memento, Dad."
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