Fatality (A Jeff the Killer Story)

"You know, most of your race would be running for the hills right now, right? I'm not known as 'Jeff the Killer' for nothing." I leaned against the wall, my hair falling into my face.
She snarled, her glowing eyes seemingly getting brighter, definitely not a human characteristic, "I know who you are and what you do, and, I know this isn't something you hear often, but I'm not scared of you. I've seen more than you think. Slenderman, Ben, and now, obviously, you."

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Grabbing the hand that was holding the knife to my throat, I pressed down on the points between his finger nail and first knuckle. He gasped, having no choice but to take the blade away just enough so I could duck under it, pulling out my own.
"Now, I have the advantage." I thought, smiling. I let out a light giggle as the metal lengthened and sharpened until I was holding a blade, not unlike a small sword.
"It looks like you know much less about me than you first thought, huh?"