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Freddy was gone!
Damn, he's fast and quiet!

However, I wasn't stupid. He's waiting for me. It's what Jeremy said "There's someone who wants to get rid of all of you, especially you, daughter of foxy." Freddy did hate my father and he killed him, but if he wants to kill me, he's got another thing coming. "Okay, Jeremy, take Bonnie, Michelle, Chase, and Chica outside. Put a cloth on her neck to stop the bleeding.", I ordered. "What about you?", Jeremy asked, wrapping his white shirt on Chica's neck. "Freddy got away with everything long enough, he killed my father, but his daughter is gonna end this. I want to do this alone, I'm not risking anymore lives." He nodded and started to get everyone outside, towards the van. Ok, now I can worry about Freddy. "Ok Freddy, show yourself, I know you want to kill me more than the rest! Hell, don't you want the honor of killing the daughter of Foxy, the man who ruined your life?", I teased him. My gun had two bullets left. Not to mention Chase's pocket knife that I got from his pocket when I kissed him. "Ok, sweetie, you read my mind." Freddy came out from his hiding place, his knife in his hand. He's a lot bigger and stronger, but I had the upper advantage. I'm the one with the gun, just one bullet through his skull, and its over. I fired my gun. But I missed his head, it got him by the left ear since he moved. I fired my last bullet, or I thought there was another bullet. Shit, there was only one fucking bullet and I missed! He lunged forward, knocking me down hard. He was on top of me and I couldn't get him off me. If only Chase or Michelle were with me, but I don't want them to die because I couldn't handle this on my own. "Any last words, bitch?", Freddy said, raising his knife. "Actually I have two questions. 1. Why did you let the mob do your dirty work and 2. Were you the one who killed the five innocent children?", I asked calmly. I wasn't gonna die fearing Freddy. There were plenty of more things to be scared about. "Fine, I framed your father and his friends for the murders, the mob needed a reason to kill them. Also I had help and it wasn't Bon, but it was an old friend I simply called him "purple guy." But before you die, I will say that you were a beautiful flower, but you got your father's stubbornness." When he said this, I felt his position on me lighten. It was enough for me to throw him off with all my might. "I have my father's stubbornness, but I'm way smarter to distract my enemies.", I said, pulling out Chase's pocket knife out. "Ok sweetie, are you ready for Freddy?", Freddy smirked, his knife ready in his hand. "Hell yeah!", I yelled. We both charged at each other, our knives aiming at each other's neck. He sliced a little bit of my cheek's skin on impact, my blood was in my mouth as I winced at the metallic taste. He's a poor aim! I got him right at the neck. He kneeled down, trying to stop the bleeding, but I kicked him to the ground. He was loosing a lot of blood, I thought. Not the way I wanted him to die, but as long as he's not breathing, I'm fine. He looked straight at me when he took his final breath. "Weren't you suppose to kick my ass, you piece of shit? You were pathetic, and I thought you were gonna be a challenge!", I said at his lifeless body. My thoughts went immediately at my father. I turned around to see he was still breathing! Holy crap, he's tough! I felt strong arm wrapped around my chest and I felt a gun at my head. "Take one more look at your dad, bitch! It's gonna be the last thing you'll see when you go straight to hell, you murderer! I closed my eyes shut, waiting for the bullet to enter my skull. Bang! I opened my eyes when I felt Freddy's hold on me loosen. I turn around to only see Freddy slowly hit the ground. He had been shot through his head. "Self-defense isn't murder, you bastard!", my dad yelled. I turned around to see that he had gotten the gun back from Bon and shot Freddy. I rush over to him and helped him towards the door. "Dad, do you think you'll be fine?", I asked dumbly. "I've been through worse, but as long as Freddy is dead and you're safe, then I'll be fine.", he answered, kissing the top of my head. A tear rolled down my cheek because not only is Freddy dead, my dad is here with me! We walked towards the van and I opened the door. Everyone was there, relieved that me and my dad were ok. I helped my dad inside and I jumped in closing the door behind me. "Roxy, your cheek!", Michelle gasped. Chase started to get out of the van, but I stopped him. "Don't worry, they won't bother us anymore.", I said. He got less tense and wrapped his arm around me. "Oh yeah, here's your knife back.", I said, handing over the knife. "I noticed that you took it, you are part fox after all, and you are pretty sneaky.", he laughed a little. "Where to now?", Jeremy asked, getting the van ready. "Head for Nevada, there's someone who is wondering where the hell we are.", I said smiling.        Btw: when foxy says "self-defense isn't murder" I actually got inspired by that quote from the movie Enough with Jennifer Lopez, she was so bad-ass in that movie. I decided to put that in there because that movie was playing when I wrote this chapter lol :p