I watched 'Freddy vs. Jason' again, ta-da! Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT OF THE ONE SHOT AND ANY OCS USED AND/ OR MENTIONED...! I apologize if this was terrible, poorly written, too short, or all the above...! I apologize if there were any grammar mistakes made during the writing, creation, and polishing of this one shot...! Note: This is PURELY AU but not a crossover! Yes it mentions Freddy and Jason and has appearances, but really has no tie to the movie...! I hope I did not let anyone down for saying this...! Consider this...a short horror/romance Kames idea!


Kendall felt his heart sink into his stomach, the acid bubbling and making the back of his throat burn. His bright green eyes were dull, dark and hallow-looking; his skin lost all color, thin body shaking as mixed sensations of horror and pure shock gripped his insides in an iron-fist.

The world was spinning around him, his brain reeling while animal instincts were screaming at him to run; he couldn't feel his legs, though.

This had to be a lie, a sick joke…!

"What's the matter, kid? Jamie didn't tell you about his dear old 'dad'? He wasn't born of a holy virgin bitch I'll tell you that!" Freddy's rough growl grated the teens' ears, the chill itself as penetrating as his sinister smile.

James' hazel eyes were on the ground, body violently trembling as he held back the building shame and rage inside. Freddy let out a gruff bark and slowly walked forward, Jason lingering still as a statue behind…his son.

No, no James cannot be this monster's son…! It was impossible, it can't be!

…Can it?

"James, what's going on?" It was stupid question, Kendall knew that, but it was the only thing he could force out of his gaping mouth, tears flowing freely down his cheeks.

The tall brunette let out a shuddering sigh, forcing the lump in his throat down to choke out, "K-Kendall…it's true: Jason…is my dad." James bit the inside of his cheek when Jason placed a heavy, leathery hand on his right shoulder; his body lurched with disgust but he didn't push away fully from the contact.

"H-How…?"

"Simple: Jamie's mommy wanted a kid; her husband couldn't so they did that artificial insemination invest, after all even if it wasn't hers and her husband's all she wanted was to be a mother. But you see Brooke's jackass didn't want that; he got mad, called her a whore and divorced her days later, getting hitched with a pretty little thing fifteen years younger. He left her alone knocked up, she had no idea who was the 'nice guy' was that gave her a child. She had no idea and because of her stupidity she carried on with her life, giving birth to a beautiful baby boy she named….James." Freddy bantered, strolling around the clearing in circles as if on a Sunday walk. Kendall bit hard on his lower lip as the words bounced around his head, James's trembling grower worse by the second.

"So yeah, beautiful boy; looked just like his mother, splitting image right down to the eyes! She had no idea who his father, all a big mystery! She told the kid she was alone, that it was just her for this ride; he believed it and for the first fourteen years of his life, he lived with that. But you know kids these days, always wanting to know it all! Little Jamie got curious; he wanted to know who was 'Daddy', the man out for most of his life. The kid got obsessed with it, not a day went by when all he wanted was to know the truth. And so he did, he did all his big boy research and then…BAM! There is Daddy Jason, wasn't Jamie taken by surprise?! Well when he found out, he knew he couldn't tell anybody; not even his mother, he couldn't break her heart, to tell her the sick truth that she helped give birth to sociopathic, serial killer spawn! He couldn't tell so he kept his trap shut, shut for four years, acting as if he had no idea what he was! All was great for him, friends, good school and a loving mom, and you! You, the boy he's been wanting! He had it all…until we came along" Freddy stopped in front of James and nearly tapped his chin with the tip of his index finger, yet the brunette hissed and snapped his head away, leaning a bit more into Jason's hand.

"And now, he's done for. Haven't you wondered how Jason's been able to track you all down and slaughter your friends so easily? These two have a 'special bond', as much as he wanted to deny it, murder is in his blood; all Jason has to do is want to find him and he will, James can't pretend he isn't the brat of a sick son of a bitch! James is the reason why your friends are dead, because he was the one leading Jason to them!"

"Shut up, just shut up you sick bastard!" James went for Freddy but Jason tightened his grip, stopping him without much a resource.

"Ah, is little Jamie sad his man-slut knows the truth?" Freddy taunted with another unnerving grin, James moving his heated glare to Kendall, the look on the blonde's face making his blood go cold.

It was a of utter betrayal; skin pale as a ghost, eyes dark and hallow, body shaking with only tears to express how deeply hurt and angry he was. The blood on him seemed black in the weak light shining through the trees, the woods around them like the mouth of a hunting beast.

"J-James….you do this?!"

"K-Kendall, I…" James didn't have an answer, how could he?

What could he do, deny his…own father? Say what Freddy was saying was a lie, that James wasn't the son of Brooke Diamond and Jason Voorhees?

That he was practically spawn of a heartless killing machine?

"You know, you can fix this; why not help your dad finish what he started? After all, it runs in your blood, James…" Freddy knew that Jason alone would gain him the strength to no longer be a dream, to terrorize Elm Street as he did years ago. But with two of him…nothing or no one would be able to stop him!

James flinched when Jason slowly handed him his blood-crusted, steel machete, the grip loosening as he held up the blade to glimmer sickly in the moonlight.

His eyes went wide, pulse pounding loud and hard behind his ears, drowning out everything else; he looked at Kendall, whose anger fell to pure terror and fear now, he was scared of his best friend and was at his mercy, the mercy of the man who brought his father back from Hell and his father himself.

…He had no other choice.

Kendall watched as James' eyes darkened, the hazel gone to a pitch black, before he grasped firmly the machete; despite his bad ankle he stood tall, the blood on him making his eyes pop and seem more intimidating than normal. He stood his ground and pushed his hair back off his face with his free hand, his machete-wielding one outstretched with the tip of the large knife in the blonde boy's direction.

"J-James…!"

"You're next…"