Trees, some with age, others tall young ones loomed over Freddy Krueger as he ran and darted among them. Above them all, the gray sky finally let some rain fall as the rain fell. Fueled by the fire of adrenaline, Freddy ran without stopping for what seemed like hours, his heart pounding hard. The chilly autumn wind blew against his face and seeped through his sweater. A shudder passes through his limbs as goosebumps appeared on his arms and legs. He wanted to lay down on the cold, wet forest floor and rest for just a few minutes, just long enough to catch his breath, but every time he tried, his imagination kicked in, filling his mind with images of what Jason Voorhees might do to him if he caught him. So, he kept running, batting aside tree branches and ferns. his breath came in pants as he forced himself to keep running. In the middle of running, his foot got caught in a tree root and he fell to the ground, getting to his knees. Blind panic was what sent him running into the woods without a plan. Freddy stared down into the muddy puddle in front of him. His heart hammered in his chest. He wanted, needed, to rest, to catch his breath, to allow his aching muscles some rest. He had to have run far enough away that Jason would never be able to find him! He'd have to search through the whole forest. He bolted coward, getting up off his knees so fast he got dizzy, launching himself into the darkness. His sweater clung to his skin and his body felt heavy and slow as he ran and he stumbled often. Finally, his knees gave out and he fell flat on his stomach in a pile of wet leaves, which clung to him as he flipped over into his back. Laying on his back, Freddy wiped his eyes with the back of his gloved hand, clearing his vision of water. Shakily, he propped himself up on his elbows. And saw Jason walking toward him. "No! No!" Freddy shrieked as he tried to drag himself away from the approaching zombie-man-child. Crying hysterically, Freddy continued his desperate scramble away from Jason, scooting backwards on his hands and knees. Then his back pressed up against the trunk of a large tree and he fell into the hollow opening concealed between two thick rootsroots. It was circular and deep, big enough for him to fit. On his hands and knees, he crawled down into the hollow, ignoring the dirt on his hands. He wedged himself back as far as he could, brushing aside thin strands of roots and miss that dangled around him. He stayed still, his eyes glued to the crescent shaped opening only a few feet in front of him. Crunch. A gray hand shot through the crevasse. Freddy screamed, pulling his legs tight against his body as the hand came within inches of seizing his ankles. "Please don't hurt me!" he begged. Jason tilted his head to the side. He didn't want to hurt Freddy. He and Freddy had some things in common: they were immortal, they were killing machines, and they killed people. He looked at the dream demon, cowering in the hollow, tears coming down his face. "What are you standing there for?" he asked. "Are you going to hurt me?" Jason shook his head, took out a pen and notepad, wrote something, and showed it to Freddy. "We have some things in common: we're immortal, we're killing machines, and we kill people." Freddy' s eyes grew wide at this realization. Jason reached out, took Freddy' s hand, and helped him out of the hollow. Freddy Hughes Jason and the zombie-man-child hugged back. The two stood there for a half hour until Freddy spoke. "Come on, big guy. Let's go back to the cabin." The two held hands and walked back to the cabin, smiling at each other, once enemies now friends.