Freddy vs. Jason vs. Ash
Prologue
"But why are you so obsessed with going back to that place Lori? Both of them are dead! There's nothing left of either of them. You saw them sink to the bottom of the lake with your own eyes. All we're doing is wasting time and gas."
"Will, Jason and Freddy KILLED our friends! I have to know for certain that both of those monsters are dead once and for all, or else I'll never be able to sleep or live a normal life with myself again."
"Alright, I just have a feeling that this is a bad idea."
The dark blue, clunky van with Lori and Will sitting in the front car seats moves cautiously along the winding road leading through the tree filled wilderness. Snow falls lightly and covers the blacktop with the last remnants of a heavy blizzard that has just passed. The van passes a group of men in bright orange construction uniforms on the side of the road all circling, grasping, and pulling back on a thick rope. As Lori and Will swiftly pass them, the construction group tugs on the pulley system and raises a new welcoming sign up into the air that proudly boasts "Welcome To FOREST GREEN - A Vibrant Community Since 1824".
"Will, I need this, I need to put this to rest forever, or I don't know how I'll continue."
"I know, I know, Lori, I understand. I'm with you all the way to the end."
"Thank you Will."
The high school sweethearts move down the main street of the former Crystal Lake as redevelopment can be seen all around them. New houses, stores, street lights, sidewalks, and other aesthetics are all being constructed in droves. Small signs of the previous destruction and terror caused by Jason Voorhees can be seen; a slash here, a torn hole there. The van pauses to a slow stop and turns left at the end of Main Street, passing a gigantic mega-mart store at the very end of the main drag. Brandished on top of the store in giant blue and yellow letters is the phrase "S-Mart".
The van drives through the small suburban town before it reaches the town's wooded outskirts. Will turns the wheel and drives down a side road; past a heap of an old sign with words that can vaguely make out "Camp Crystal Lake" on them. A few twists and turns later, Will and Lori arrive at the camp only talked about in whispers. All of the old camp counselor, bunk, kitchen, utility, and entertainment houses have been torn down. Newly constructed house frames in varying degrees of completion sit on the remains Camp Blood. The only lingering house still standing is a rotting and dilapidated shack on the other end of the lake, hidden from view by greenery.
Will parks the aged van a few feet away from the dock that leads over the now frozen lake. The survivors of the horrible massacre and battle between Jason and Freddy both hop out of the van and land on the snow covered campsite. Will slams the door shut on his side and peers down to find out the front tire on his side is deeply embedded in snow, unable to move.
"Shit, it's going to take some work to get the van back out of here Lori," Will grumbles with slight annoyance to his tone.
Lori doesn't hear Will as she slides down the slight hill towards the dock. It's clear new work has not begun on the dock yet as the battle scars from Freddy and Jason's volatile encounter are still visible. Some planks are missing while most others are charred burnt from fire. Will gazes around the former camp as he lightly punches the side of his van. He spots a path of underbrush, grabs his crotch with a wince, and heads over to it. Lori steps out onto the dock carefully and kneels down to pat her hand over a splotch of dried blood. Lori's hand moves over the dried blood and she smiles happily and closes her eyes. A calm and quaint silence echoes through Lori's head as she puts her troubled thoughts to rest. She opens her eyes and breathes deeply before she gets up off her knees. Lori's smile suddenly begins to fade as she turns and sees a path of fresh footprints in the snow that seem to lead from right out of the water next to the dock. Panic and anxiety cover her face and she begins to shake her head back and forth. Some distance away, a loud crunching, chopping noise echoes through the air.
"Will? WILL!? WILLLLLLL!?" Lori screams as she runs back up the crest towards the van.
Lori scans around for Will uneasily but finds no sight of him. Lori begins to make her way around the snowy campground, yelling and searching for Will. After a short search, Lori stops dead in her tracks and gapes horrified at one of the new bunk houses under construction. Hanging from a piece of sturdy rope strapped to the top of the wooden beam apex is the decimated body of Will. Deep slash marks cover his body and a large pool of blood merges underneath his body on the ground. At the very top of the new house, on top of a triangular wooden beam apex, Will's head is planted on the peak, his throat jutting down onto the wood. Will's mouth is slack jawed open and blood seeps from the gash where his throat should be down some of the beams of the house.
Lori screams in shrill terror before she does a quick turn back to the van. Blocking her path, however, is Jason Voorhees. Jason is beaten, battle damaged, and soaked from the lake's water. New blood has been squirted across his chest. Jason Voorhees raises his machete in a machine's arc and swings downward at the young Lori with vicious intent. Lori falls to her side and narrowly avoids death as Jason's machete slices deeply into her left arm. Lori yelps in pain, scrambles to her feet, and haphazardly runs into the nearby woods. Jason goes to follow Lori until a low, insane filled, sick, growling bout of laughter bounces in his head. Jason ignores the intrusion and bounds after his prey.
Lori stumbles and snakes her way through the trees and foliage as Voorhees stalks her as an unending shadow. Jason stomps through the forest as loud, visceral screeches emanate within his mind, as if someone is scratching a long piece of metal on a chalkboard. Jason continues to pay no attention to the disturbances and continues following Lori. Lori frantically tries to put as much distance between her and Jason but her right foot gets tangled with a tree's roots. Lori shrieks as she lands on her sliced arm. The young woman clutches her arm and struggles to crawl away on the dirt ground. She manages to get a few inches before she comes to the soles of Jason Voorhee's boots. Lori screams the loudest as she looks up and sees Jason raising his machete up in the air in preparation to strike. Just as Jason is about to attack, a familiarly ghoulish voice rings through his head.
"Ohhhh, you got her now Big Guy! Maybe you should take her out for dinner before you do what you have in mind for her after she's dead, you freak…"
Jason Voorhees tilts his head to the side as he recognizes the voice that has been tormenting him since their hellacious encounter. Lori stares up confusedly from below Jason before she madly scrambles to her feet. Jason shoves the intruders voice away and shoves his machete forward with lethal precision. Lori lowly shrieks as Jason impales his deadly machete right through her stomach. Lori's blood squirts and stains the pure white snow in droplets in an exploding line. Jason pulls his machete back towards himself, bringing Lori's slouching and rapidly fading body with it. Jason grabs the sprawled Lori by the hair with a strong grip.
"Ah, I see Pam's little boy finally found a date to the Prom. Too bad she's stiffer than he'll ever be!"
The voice inside of Jason's head mocks him constantly as he drags the dead Lori behind his hulking frame. After a pacing trek, Jason reaches the weathered Voorhees shack. Just as he's about to enter inside with his catch, an eerily, ghostly image of the burned and battered Freddy Krueger himself appears in front of the shack in a puff of smoke. Freddy is missing his right arm from their battle, but in a moment Freddy pops a new arm out of his stump before he flips Jason off with his new middle finger. Jason Voorhees swings his machete violently sideways through the grisly mirage in front of him, slicing through nothing but air as Freddy's image disappears in a poof. Jason's machete swings wildly into a tree trunk next to the shack, wedging itself deeply in the wood.
"Looks like Little Jason's going a little psycho! Ah, but have no worries, Uncle Freddy has an answer Jason… we just need to get a little deeper inside this damn thick head of yours… AH-HAHAHAH!"
Jason ignores the voice once more as he drags the body of Lori into the shack, leaving his machete lodged in the tree behind him.