A hand touched my shoulder, and I swung around, hitting the man in the sweater in the jaw, with the bat.
He rubbed his jaw, glaring sourly at me.
"Ouch,"
He spat green blood on the floor, and began to glare at me again. He pointed a razor at me, from a glove on his right hand.
"You'll pay for that one, bitch."
I stared at his right hand, eyeing the four metal claws, and realized that was his real hand. He made a lunge for me, and I swung the bat again, but this time he yanked it out of my hands.
Smirking, he snapped it in half over his knee. My eyes widened, he was really strong. Tossing aside the two pieces, he looked at me on a more serious note.
Chuckling, he looked me over, straightening his back, revealing that he was much taller than I thought he was. My eyes darted around the kitchen, unable to think, and unable to move. My throat went dry, as I started to shake again. I tried to talk, but only a squeak came out. He grinned, and jerked at me.
"Boo!"
I jumped, trying to back up, but the wall wouldn't let me. He began laughing, and took a step closer.
"Come to, Freddy,"
He rasped, raising his right hand. The razors gleamed threateningly behind his head.
Before I could think, I punched him in the nose. He cringed back, holding his nose, groaning.
"Damn bitch, you almost broke it."
He growled, fanning out his razors in attack. He advanced towards me, and I ducked under his arm, and began to run to the front door.
I turned the knob, but it wouldn't budge.
"No, no, no, no,"
I cried desperately, banging on it with my fists and giving it a good kick.
Laughter greeted me, and I whirled around.
Oh shit.