Author's Note: The Following is a fan work based on a comic based on a script for a proposed Freddy vs Jason sequel that was never made. The reason for this is because I wish to form a type of crossover fictional universe and chose to do something for the Halloween season and it so happened to be Friday the 13th. This story will differ from the Comic and will perhaps include other characters.
Ash Williams and elements of the Evil Dead franchise are owned by Sam Raimi and Bruce Campbell.
The Nightmare on Elm Street and Friday the 13th franchises are owned by New Line Cinema.
Begin
The morning sun rose above the mountains and peaked through the trees to hit the snow covered ground.
This here place is Crystal Lake. the local yokels have taken to calling it "Forest Green" as if changing the name will erase the things that happened.
Take it from me, there's nothing you can do can take away the nightmares once you've lived through them. Nevertheless, they did their best to hide it with new roads, lakeside condos and even a new warehouse sized Super Mega Ultra S-Mart.
A Large Department store sits quiet,empty and dark as if abandoned.S-Mart is on the side and a large letter S over the entrance.
But getting a good deal on your housewares won't cover up the blood that's been spilt here.
Somewhere else is a wooden yellow sign. there is a red line along the inside the words "WELCOME TO" appear in blue arching over the bigger words that spell out in red CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE. Below it is a drawing with a green and red frame showing a beautiful lake and a clear blue sky with birds flying overhead and a waterfall. Under it is written: EST.1935.
see Crystal Lake is the birthplace of an evil so foul, it even fives the Deadites a run for their money.
A Snow covered green street sign that reads ELM ST.
And right down the street, the worst nightmare imaginable was dreamed up.
Jason Voorhees:Unstoppable,Unkillable and Unsanitary
And Freddy Krueger: Child Murderer,Dream monster and forced to spend eternity wearing Bing Crosby's old Christmas sweater.
like a nice place except for the nightmare kid killer and the mutant camp slasher down the street
So much for the proper values in Freakville huh?
You'd think most people would be smart enough to stay away...
A Silver car drove along a snow covered road.
"Come On, Will."
Two teenagers sit within the car.
"You haven't said two words to me in the last still love me right?"
I mean what kind of freaking idiots keep coming back to a cabin in the woods when they know a bunch of possessed horrors are waiting to swallow their souls?
...never mind.
"I'm course I love you Laurie. I just think this is a really bad idea."
Lori looked out the car window to a man in ragged clothes, a burly mustache and a hat. On a sign there was red graffiti of a Hockey Mask with the eyes painted in.
Will:We survived. Coming Back here just feels wrong.
Lori: I can't turn my back on this. Something inside me keeps telling me that Freddy and Jason aren't dead.
She saw the man stare at her.
Laurie: I have to know,Will. I have to make sure they're gone for good.
The car came to a stop
Will:This is it. Sure had changed since...
the two stepped out of the car.
Will:Let's get this over with quickly. I want to be on the road again before nightfall.
Lori hugged him and he returned it.
Lori:I know you think I'm crazy but this is something I have to do. Something WE have to was our bond that kept us alive through it all, and that bond has made us even stronger since.
Will sighed.
Will:All right. Let's look around.
He let go and Lori began to move away slowly towards the woods. Will went to the car to open the trunk. Inside it were several weapons, the most prominent was a shotgun. Lori found something re don the bark of a nearby tree. She touched it with her gloved hand.
Lori:Is that blood?
It seemed to be as it came off in her glove.
Lori:Jason?
The sound of huge feet stomping in the snow caused her to turn around sharply. She took off running back to the car and found it abandoned,the trunk still open.
Lori:oh god...Will!?
She hadn't gone that far. She hadn't heard a struggle or a spotted a trail on the gourd as if something had been dragged and she followed trail went uphill and into what seemed to be an abandoned building. Lori ran to it.
Lori:No! WILL!
At a broken window is where the trail was blood along the sill. She felt it and shouted within, fearing the worst.
Lori:Where are you Will?!
She crawled inside, regretting having not taken a weapon, once she was inside. A faint sound could be heard.
"Ch-Ch-Ch-Ah-Ah-Ah"
"Ch-Ch-Ch-Ah-Ah-Ah"
Lori:WIILLLL!
He was hanging from the top floor's wooden frame. His spine was ripped out and his stomach had been ripped open, guts falling out onto the floor in a large pile.
Tears welled up in Lori's eyes.
Lori:This can't be. We survived. We beat Freddy and Jason.
She fell to her knees and brought her hands to her knees.
Lori:oh Will...
"CH-CH-CH-AH-AH-AH"
She had failed dot notice it at first but then she slowly broth her head up to looked to her right. First there were the ragged clothes and she brought her head up to see him. Jason Voorhees.
He stood there for a moment and then began to bring his machete up. Lori screamed and brought her hand up as if to protect her face.
Lori:No!
She took off running. The machete stroke the ground and became embedded in the wood, giving Lori enough time to run, at least until she saw Will's shotgun on the ground, and chose to fight. she turned to face Jason. the machete was pulled out of the ground and a good chunk of the floor along with it. Like a sword she held the shotgun out in front of her.
Lori:Come on you Bastard!
Then it hits you.
The only reason this could be is because you were "chosen" to survive.
You were "chosen" to free the rabble from the terrors of the monster of the week.
Lori fired several shots. They hitJason and he staggered back. One shot missed Jason's head and hit the wooden pillar next to it. The girl chose to run away.
You were "chosen" to be the hero and save the day.
Lori ran up a flight of stairs and Jason walked slowly after her. She found herself doors had been barred. this had been planned, it was a plan to trap her. She had been expected, intentionally lured into the house. It explained why Will had been dragged into the house and not just killed on the spot. Jason's mask appeared at the top of the stairs. Lori's shotgun clicked and she threw it aside. Her hand reached for something on her hip. It was a circular buzzsaw.
Lori: I actually felt sorry for you. What Freddy did to those sadistic kids and irresponsible camp counselors did to you.
Jason rose up and raised his bloodied Machete over his head.
Lori:But you just keep killing!
She was losing it and screaming at the undead killer at the top of her lungs.
Lori:YOU JUST KEEP TAKING AND TAKING!
She charged and swung the Saw. Jason had already lost fingers to freddy during their battle but this time the saw cut into the hand holding the machete and the severed limb fell to the ground with the weapon attached.
Lori:WHEN WILL IT BE ENOUGH JASON!?
The next movement of the buzz saw went to Jason's stomach and in a sadistic imitation,ripped it open, causing the killer's black guts to fall to the floor. There was strange tar like blood that followed it.
Lori:WHEN WILL IT BE ENOUGH YOU SON OF A BITCH!?
Jason swung his fist at a swift speed but Lori ducked under it and brought the Buzz saw down on Jason's head. The killer moved forward and the saw cut down their back. Black fluid poured out and the top half of the undead fiend's spine was exposed.
And with all the faceless schmoes out there counting on you to do what "chosen ones" do. You start to believe it.
Lori took off running towards the stairs going up. Jason's remaining hand reached towards small metal construction beams. It was small enough and thin enough to function as a makeshift spear and he grabbed it and hurled it at Lori, who turned to face the undead killer. the beam pierced through her shoulder, pinning her to the wall. She screamed in pain, having been impaled. With great force and while in agony she pulled herself her shoulder, the pain unbearable. She panted, losing her breath. Jason was still slow and there was an opening where she crawled down to the first floor.
Once you've stared down death and cheated the Grim Reaper your life changes.
Lori tripped, cursing to herself for doing so, that is until she saw the blood she had fallen on. to her right was will's body, still strung up. She lifted herself form the floor. Fear i her voice yet determination as well.
Lori:Will...I'm gonna kill them Will.
Do it more than once while you watch everyone you know get turned inside out like bloody sock puppets and you start going down a very dangerous path.
Lori turned around. Jason was walking up the stairs.
Lori: I'm going to make them both pay!
You think "Why me?"
"Why was I special?
Why was I spared and no one else?"
Lori lifted her Shotgun and fired. Jason was hit in the chest and fell back, crashing through a window behind him.
Maybe you can do it. "Why not?"
Maybe you are that special one that has the "Please screw up my life with this destiny-has-picked you-to be-a-hero gene" and this is just part of fate's master plan for you.
Lori grabbed her buzzsaw and marched down the stairs.
Lori:finish it. Have to Finish it before he can kill again.
She leaned against the wall. The Buzzsaw in her left hand and her right hand twisting the knob slowly and and scared.
Lori: We survived. It was our Destiny. Oh god..Will.
And then a Machete pierced through the wood and went through her head. She stood there in shock and then the blade was retracted back through the flesh of the head and through the wood. The body fell to the floor with a harsh thud.
Or Not.
The Door creaked open and there stood Jason.
Sorry, Kid.
The buzzsaw laid on the floor, stained in dark red blood.
You were a trouper, but there's only one chosen one, and for better or worse, it's me. God knows I've spent enough time trying to talk people out of believing in me.
Jason walked by the corpse and grabbed the body by the hair with his remaining hand, pulling it away into the shadows.
But in the end you can't outrun fate, plain and simple.
Jason brought the body into a dark room where nothing could be seen within and hurled the body forward into a pile of others in various stages of decay. the room was briefly lit form the outside light. The horrified faces of the victims at the moment of death could be seen as well as the wall and floors stained with blood and flies circling. the door was shut closed and the remains returned to being concealed in darkness.
His work done the silent killer left the Home and walked out into the white snow which was stained black by drops of his blood. Finally, he collapsed into the snow, flaring with a crunch. He looked up and watched the snow fall gently and the pure white sky. everything fell silent, not a single living should around him. If he could, he began to feel as though he could fall asleep. there was silence and the sound of a music box seemed to play, soothing him, and then he heard the soft voice of his mother whispering his voice.
...Jason.
His eyes opened sharply.
And then the gloved hand of Freddy Kreuger rose from the snow and pulled him under.
Cut to:
A Hockey mask hung from the wall of a department store. The view zoomed out. A female voice boomed over the speaker.
" from housewares. Register five."
Nothing. The view continued to zoom out.
"come on .We need a Price check here."
Still nothing and view kept zooming away for the mask.
"Price check. Somebody get me a f***king Price check!"
Nothing. Still zooming out.
"IS THERE ANYONE IN HOUSEWARES!"
Her voice cackled on the speaker. Finally, the zoom out moved between two figures: a teen in a blue S mart shirt and name tag talking to an older man with a bird and flannel. He held a smiling figure of a snowman with three snowballs making up it's body.
"I don't want a Snowman with three balls. I Don't want a snowman with four snowballs. I want a snowman with two balls!"
"I understand, sir but this is the housewares department, not seasonal. You need to go to aisle 2 to get a snowman with balls."
Nearby another employee pulled the beard off his coworker dressed as Santa Claus. He directed his friend's attention to a blonde female employee reading the book Castles on Screen. The Santa clad employee held a large cane cane to his groin.
"Hey Caroline! Wanna suck on my candy cane?
His friend seemed to be backing him up.
"She's checks out your north pole man. HaHa!"
The other employee came by and pulled the Candy cane down.
"Put it away Raoul."
Caroline: It's all right Davey. I can handle this jolly little elf.
She addressed Raoul.
Caroline: If you want me to play with your candy cane then I should warn you I like it rough.
Raoul:Damn girl!
He said stretching out the "Damn" and elevating the pitch as if imitating a rapper. He then held up the candy cane.
Raoul: You broke my candy, Bitch.
CUT TO:
The bodies of Will and Lori are dragged across the snow, staining it with blood and towards a cabin with an open door, illuminated from within by candlelight. Jason entered and brought them before a shrine, atop of which sat a severed head, belonging to an elderly woman with grey hair and a rotting face, resting on a curled grey knit sweater wrapped around it like a blanket around a Christmas tree. It was surrounded by candles. Jason brought the two bodies to a corner and placed them among others. The camera cut to the severed head of the older women, that of Pamela Voorhees and then pans to the right to show another severed head beside it in a grotesque close up. The expression on the other head is angry, it's mouth and eyes hanging open in a permanent expression of rage. The other face was that of Freddy Krueger.
Jason turned to face the shrine. It was empty, devoid of heads. Only the blanket remained. Jason's expression did not change but i the air was a faint "HaHaHaHa". The undead killer stumbled towards the area where the light was the brightest. The intensity of the room's illumination seemed to growing. there was a door there where there had not been one. So intense where the light from the candles now that they obscured what was held within the entrance. Jason walked through and found the world blurred in light and shapes around him moving as if they weren't solid, like they were blinking in and out of existence. If the killer could make the mental connection it would remind him of if you sped up a video of a busy city street and saw lines of composed light moving extremely fast. the world Jason was in right now would have reminded him of that expect that it was blurred and appeared to be made of wood. Once ehe exited the doorway he was in a familiar place.
A group of children were attacking someone, chanting "Freak! Freak! Freak! over and over again as they did so.
He passed by and ignored two adults, one with the word camp counselor on the back of his shirt, one male and one female. The male's bare ass was exposed and he was thrusting his groin on the female, who pulled don his shirt with her right hand and wth the left grabbed his neck. Her legs were up in the air and almost kneeling. She was loudly shouting a series words and noises incoherently.
"Yeah, baby, oh yeah, uhnn-oh-oh-uhhh!
Jason walked away. His back and exposed bone of his spine and muscle tissue had turned from black to red and now bled like a fresh wound. A couple of kids ran to taunt the "freak" and as they did so passed, a house that was shaking, threatening to come off it's own foundation and rocking back and forth. A closer look made it seem as though the house was built in such a way that it was at angle, and as it moved it swayed from left to right. Sounds could be heard within but mostly feminine moans of pleasure from the rocking house.
"oh, yeah,yeah,AAAOOO! Give it to me baby! Give it to me!"
Jason seemed to speed up, walking quickly to the rocking house and with great force, slammed the door open. There a only one bed, a black frame and a single decrepit white mattress on top of the mattress was a green and red striped blanket. There was a deep grumbled voice on a man that was thrusting himself on a woman. He let out a yell.
"AAAAHHH!"
I'm riding you like a two dollar bus to screwville, Bitch!
The outside light created a thin light in the dark room. The two on the the bed stopped, as did the creaking of the bed. The man on top raised his burned head and turn it to the right slightly. His face obscured by darkness except for his eye and part of his his scarred and burned face. He spoke in a deep tone and unique voice to the newcomer.
Hey there Sonny Boy. Can't we get a little privacy?
Freddy Krueger pulled up the covers, which wrapped around him to form his old red and green Christmas sweater. He sat up at an angle as if posing and leaned on the frame alongside an older woman covering herself with the sheets. He brought his burned left hand to his head and let the razor edged glove on his left hand rest on his knee. A pair of pants hanged on the bed frame.
Freddy: That's no way to treat your new daddy, is it Pammy Dear?
He looked over to the old woman, her hair was short but practically completely white, her face aged. She remained covered. Freddy reached behind his back and returned his hand with a cigarette. He raised his gloved hand in front of his face and made a "thumbs up". His thumb caught fire and he sued it to light his cigarette.
"Jason, my baby boy. You need a daddy. He'll make sure no one picks on you anymore when I'm gone. Besides this is all in your head, dear. All in that peanut sized rotted meat you call a brain. But there is a way to help get Freddy out of your empty noggin and give you what you've always wanted. What you've always coveted my dear. To be a normal little boy."
Jason said nothing. He only stood there appearing somewhat bored.
"You need to go back to our old house and find a very special book. It's buried deep in the cellar. I used it to bring you back Jason."
Freddy let out a large cloud of smoke, speaking through the cloud and his own rotted teeth. His voice was not his own but was instead that of a man Jason did not yet know. Ash Williams.
Ash:Necromonicon Ex Mortis.
The book sat on a table in a dark room somewhere. A face bounded on the cover. the voice could still be heard. The Camera pans upward and at an angle, hovering over the book.
Ash: The book of the dead.
The book opened itself and flipped through its own pages with illustrations to be being drawn quickly onto the page in glorious stop motion. strange symbols began to appear within.
Ash:Bound in human flesh, and inked in Blood.
The image of a skull in red appeared on a page.
Ash:This ancient sumerian text contained bizarre burial rites, Funerary incantations' dn Demon resurrection passages.
The illustration of demon faces appeared within as well as one that appeared to have his back to the reader. After speeding up it abruptly shut itself with a loud noise, returning once more to the face of the corpse that was its cover.
Ash:It was never meant for the world of the living.
We cut to a car driving along a snow covered road at night. Snow is coming down.
Ash:That's where I come in. Course I had no idea at this point that two legendary murders were in my immediate future. Hell...I had no idea the Necronomicon was using its supernatural influence to draw me into all this mess.
"The name's Ash, Housewares Domestic Engineer, Detroit S-Mart."
"And I'm the Chosen One."
In the snow covered car, peeking through the opening in the snow made by the windshield wipers, was man man with a firm chin and combed black hair. He wore a blue collared shirt and over it a black jacket. He grabbed a paper on the dashboard and inspected it while driving.
Ash: It wasn't always this way. I had a real life once. A long time ago in an S-mart far, far away.
But all that is ancient History, just like the Romans and their pyramids.
The Car entered into a motel parking lot and came to a stop.
Ash: I've got only two things left in life that matter to me. Cutting any dumbass Deadites that get in my way into handy buyable bits...
Ash stepped out of his car and slammed the door shut. As he walked away towards the motel, unknown and unseen to him was a decaying figure in a Hockey mask that seemed to be watching him from behind two snow covered pine trees.
TO BE CONTINUED...