Conflict on the love path?

Summary:Freddy Krueger, the Springs Wood Killer. Jason Voorhees, the killer at Camp Crystal Lake. Luna Dalton, a girl that connects them. Oh the world just loves them! Years after Freddy vs Jason.

Rated:T

Will be using alternating end. I do not own Friday the 13th or ANOES, there characters belong to ther owners. I only own the my OCs seen through out the story. Support the original movies, comics, ect...

CHAPTER 3: All Hell brakes lose part 1

Freddy pov.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! She got away again, the little bitch. She has to fall asleep sometime, they always do in the end. Like little Nancy, the cunning girl tried staying awake only to fall to a coma. But that damn boy shot her with something to wake her up before the fun could begin. They killed him right after he got back from Hell thanks to the hockey puck, Jason Voorhees! That was the past, his claw clicked together, and Luna is a ticket out. He could use her, no he WILL use her. Manipulation, lies, and everything in-between was his specialty. Along with his rule over the world of dreams, almost nothing could stop him. Yes, she will give the fear, the power... a new game to twist, bend, scratch, and break. Her fear, sadness, confusion, and loneliness will be easy. She IS his new toy, Freddy decided. He smirked deviously in his boiler room.

"I should be careful... I tend to break my toys as soon as I get them." he snickered at himself.

Luna pov.

Morning came early with no dreams, the pill working wonders. No dreams means no nightmares, no nightmares means no Freddy, and no Freddy means she gets to see the sun in the morning. She stretched out in bed, shivering as the morning breeze blew through a window and against her chest slightly. She looked at her ruined shirt with blood on the arm and rips on the chest in four places, she would be lucky to use it again but that would rise suspicion from her friend. She wouldn't, couldn't, do that. So Luna quickly changed and left the cabin to wake everyone else up. She kicked herself for forgetting to grab the bear-traps to show them. Cooking eggs, the smell came from the camp fire. Then she noted a big ass van, neon pink and deep green. 'Good God I just got a migraine from looking at it!' Luna looked at the fire to see new people around it. Three more people than last night. Slowly she walked over and sat by Ceirra, looking at everyone carefully. Two boys and one girl, the opposite of us.

The first boy had dyed blood red hair and brown eyes, his tannish face emotionless at one moment but loud and proud the next as he nods to her. He held his hand out, very formal. "Hello, my name is Sam Smith." his tone was powerful. She hesitated slightly as she reached her hand to his. His grasp strong but gentle as if not to hurt her. Next to him was the girl. Bleach blond with a tan, black eyes slurry. Dark roots on the top of her head, dyed hair again? She smiled wildly, she started to talk a mile a second! She got her name at least, Bridgett. Her cloths were skimpy, well what clothes she wore. A top that barley covered and a bathing-suit bottom! The hell! It is 45 degrees out! Cold not hot! Luna moved on to the last boy, cute defined! Obviously no older that 12 with dark brown hair much like her own, delicate eyelashes for a boy. Green eyes, a beautiful shade of light emerald. Tannish skin, he was still a tiny bit cubby looking from baby fat, he smiled up at her. Her heart melted. "Hi i'm Nathen!" he said giving Luna a hug "I'm Sam's little brother!" he then gave his brother a hug. Luna smiled at the moment of sibling love (Quit giggling you perverts, not like that!) .

"Hey I need to talk to you for a sec, in private." Luna pulled Ceirra up and dragged her into the forest line, she made a face at her. "I found some bear-traps last night. They are all over the place, one nearly got me on a trail." she whispered to her, looking around for proof. "Well we ARE in the WOODS, bears live in the woods. It is natural that traps are set to keep them away from camp." Ceirra defended leaning on a tree. She looked into the woods with mild curiosity. "Listen, not a single bird is singing. The only animal I have seen is a kitten that is sleeping in my cabin now and some fish. They stay out far, avoiding the dock and land more than normal. Doesn't it seem odd to you?" Luna asked looking to the woods also. They were quiet for a short time, wondering. Dalton, the ass, walked up to them "What's going on? Did I miss something?" he asked looking at the two girls. "Have you seen any animals sense getting here?" Luna asked in seriousness. He shook his head, damn this can't be good. Animals have instincts to avoid danger, sure they could be a 'danger' to them but even so... They should at least hear birds in the trees. 'I don't like this, were being watched.' Luna felt a shiver run up her spine. The felling of being watched was to hard to ignore. "You feel that too, right?" "Yeah" "I'm sure it is nothing, just curious animals." Dalton waved it off and went back to the others. Ceirra looked hesitant to leave her best friend's side. Hoes before Bros, they use to joke in middle school. Luna could see her distress and promptly shooed her away. Luna looked back to the woods, taking a few steps in creeped her out. Alarms went off in her head warning her not to go any further, she listened to them and turned around to jog back to everyone.

Jason pov.

He stood still not breathing, not blinking, not moving a single muscle as she stood mere inches from him. She couldn't see him through the bush, her eyes everywhere looking for danger. He could tell from the way she stood, tense and slightly crouched ready to run/jump/duck/attack. After a few minutes she tuned around, her back dumbly in view. She isn't very smart, you never turn your back to the enemy. He took a careful look at her outfit, a baggy shirt and jeans that were to tight(Skinny jeans, Jason doesn't know what they are). They clung to her hips well...and her ass. He tried not to look, but hey he is slightly human-ish... The jeans make it hard to NOT look, white on the butt and nowhere else. Not that he hadn't seen the female body before, cause he has seen plenty of it over the years. A little to often if you ask him, what is with teens and no clothes? Seriously, clothes are made for a reason. Anyway, he watched her jog off to the other campers.(more like watched her ass. Jason:Shut Up!) Letting out a relieved sigh when she sat down. She still looked like a startled animal, but put up a facade for the young boy.

He asked her questions and told her stories, she smiled and gave him her full attention. When he moved she would watch him like a hawk. The second blond came over to Luna, pulling her by her arm. They whispered feverishly and looked over at the boy, sadness overcame Luna's face. The blond spoke again, Luna looked determined and shook her in a yes. Ranting on something Jason most likely didn't care about. He watched the two girls go back and eat with everyone else. He watched them all day. Hiking, fishing, grilling, and games that the teens seemed embarrassed to play in front of each other. At night they did the stereotypical camp-fire, drinking, and telling stories. His being the spotlight tonight, how lucky. They continued it for almost a week, then they got the Friday the 13th blues.

They spent the day sleeping or relaxing in their cabins, only seeing one or two at a time. When night came to Camp Crystal Lake Jason waited anxiously for them, half in the shadows and half just off the line of sight. As per usual, his deadly silence and camouflage. His day, well night, to shine on the unluckiest day of the year. Tonight is the night he strikes, they have been judged as targets. One of the blonds will go off alone to do whatever it is she needs to do, unaware he is following her. She will walk into one of his traps and scream, warning the ones at camp. The male they came with would come running to find her, dead of course, while walks back to the camp. While the male is crying or going nuts at the sight of the dead girl, Jason will be luring the other male out to the woods to investigate a strange noise. The two remaining girls will watch the boy, most-likely on the verge of sleep. One of the girls while go look for the departed males, leaving the other girl defenseless against him. Then he will go back to finish the male from earlier, if he wasn't already caught in a trap by then. Once he is dead he will move the boy near the town, Jason has a thing about killing kids. It is close to perfect as possible, there is the off chance one try's to kill him or doesn't leave the camp, but it doesn't matter. He will just change the plan to match the situation at hand.

Jason Voorhees is no fool, he can adapt and concur like a true predator.

Normal pov.

Bridgett yawned, stretching her back and arms slightly. "I gotta pee, be right back." she kissed Sam's cheek, he grunted and poked the fire again. Nathen was curled against Luna like a baby, lightly snoring against her shoulder. Ceirra and Dalton were chatting about collage plans, of course they picked the same school. It was quiet for a short time, before all hell broke lose.

chapter 3! damn it is still to short!