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, their characters belong to their owners. I only own the my OCs seen throughout the story. Support the original movies, comics, ect...
CHAPTER 4: All he'll brakes lose part 2
Normal pov.
Bridgett walked quickly through the dark woods, tripping over roots and rocks unseen thanks to tall grass. She held her hands out against trees for guidance in the dark night, the moon barley shined due to the mass of branches blocking it. "Great I am lost, fucking perfect!" she grumbled. She took a step to the right. SNAP! A bear trap caught Bridgett in the ankle and cut the artery in half.(yes there is an artery in your ankle) A scream of pain erupted from Bridgett's mouth and filled the night air. Until Jason found her and silenced her.
Nathen frowned in his sleep and squirmed a bit. Then Bridgett's agonizing scream ripped through the woods and bounced off the nearby hills. Sam jumped up startled "Stay here, I'll go find her!" he yelled. He dashed into the woods without another word, yelling her name every few minutes. He jumped logs and little streams as he searched for his blond girlfriend, his legs screaming along with Bridgett in protest. Her echoed scream made it hard to find her, he panted as he trudged along. Twigs snapping as he stepped on them, making him flinch. Soon the screaming was gone. He kept walking till he stepped in a puddle of blood, Sam followed it hoping it was an animal. He tripped a string, clunks and clank sounds made him stop. Trying to locate the sound of the odd noises Sam fails to notice the arrow as it hits his neck. He starts to freak out, running wildly with an arrow in his neck. He trips on a body, Bridgett's body. With the impact of falling the arrow is pushed in deeper, killing Sam.
Meanwhile... Ceirra, Luna, Dalton, and Nathen are still at camp. Waiting. No more screams, or any sound actually besides the normal forest sounds. Nathen was still fast asleep, untroubled and peaceful. Dalton paced around the camp anxiously awaiting Sam or Bridgett to come back. Ceirra sat surprisingly still and quiet as she chewed on her nails. While Luna was secretly flipping the fuck out, she started petting Nathen's head to keep from going nuts. "What is taking them so god damn long!" Dalton finally yelled. He stood in front of the woods, calling out to the two lost campers. When suddenly Ceirra spoke. "What was that sound?" she asked quietly, looking behind her and into the woods. Luna shrugged as Dalton took the flash-light and headed towards the woods behind them. "I'll go check it out, you two stay here with the kid. If I'm not back in ten minutes get the fuck outa here and go to the police." he said then walked off. 'Well damn, he can be serious.' Luna thought amazed at Dalton's character change. "Oh I knew we shouldn't have came here! This place is bad news." Ceirra scooted closer to Luna.
Dalton shined the flash-light on the ground as he walked through the woods. There was a snap to the northeast of him, he froze then followed it. Unaware of the danger to soon come, he went deeper and deeper and deeper into the woods. He knew that if he screamed now nobody would hear it, not even the girls at camp were within a hearing range. He moved the flash-light through the trees and saw a hockey mask. "Hey!" he called to the masked man. "Have you seen a blond girl and a red headed boy? Our friends got lost out in these woods." Dalton called, unknown to him that his friends were dead.
Jason pov
Is he really this stupid? Calling to a stranger for help to find lost people. How has he lived up to now? And people think Jason is retarded! "Hey you okay?" the dark haired guy asked taking a shaken step closer. Jason was not moving or breathing, a false looking dead. Slowly he took long strides over, speaking softly to himself. Jason felt the hallow movement of what he thinks is a chuckle in his throat. He clenched his fist as the teen stood close to him. "A-Are you okay?" the teen reached for his mask, all hell broke loose on the teen. NOBODY TOUCHES THE MASK! Jason wanted to scream at the dying teen in his grasp. He held the guy by the head, his feet kicking madly, as Jason slowly squeezed his hands harder and harder. He was seething, wishing he could scream in rage again. The teen fell still. Jason dropped the dead teen to the ground distastefully and stepped over him. Only two left, the night is still young and he has yet to be bothered by police or people fighting back. A good night if you ask him. Jason shot back to reality by the sound of talking.
"I don't like this, not one bit." A hushed voice spoke. "I don't either, let's get Nathen outa here." a higher voice whispered. Jason stood out of sight and watched them, the girl he has come to know as Luna shifted Nathen to Ceirra carefully. "Go get him in the van and wait for me, in five minutes leave! Don't come looking for me, just get away from here." Luna spoke quickly, she dashed to the cabins. The blond stood confused for a minute till she got it, carefully speed walking to not wake the boy asleep on her shoulder. He followed the blond to the van, she carefully set him on the front passenger seat and quietly shut the door. She walked to the driver's side and slid in with a soft click from the door. The boy moved, she froze, and then settled back into the seat. She sat there looking and waiting for the other girl, unaware he was leaving to stop her. His strides were wide as he walked to the cabins, bags flew from the third cabin. Swearing was heard as things fell. "Where is Kitt-kat?" she yelled, flipping the mattress up then throwing it down violently when the toy wasn't under it. 'Really over a toy?' he wandered as he stepped into the cabin. She didn't notice him as she walked a few inches in front of him in a confused rush. She sighed defeated and tossed the last bag towards the door. A loud thump was heard as the bag hit Jason and fell onto the ground open, the odd toy tumbling out to his feet. She turned to it and sprinted forward , hugging the toy to her chest. "Oh thank goodness, I thought I lost you-" she stopped, finally noticing the killer she kneeled in front of. 'Finally, let's get this over with.' Jason rose his machete high.
"Oh hell" she whispered and scrambled back, dropping the toy. He stepped forward enjoying the fear in her eyes, then stepped on the toy.( uh-oh )
Normal
'HE IS STEPPING ON KITT-KAT!' Luna thought in rage, standing and shaking. Luna loved the toy more than her own life, the look of fear flipped into pure hate. She ran at him. She looked crazy, running at him weaponless. Jason was still for a second then swiped his machete at her but kicked her leg up aiming for his chin but missed just barley when he stepped back. She fell to the floor in an ungraceful heap, a loud thwack sounded as her arm took the impact. She hissed but swiped at his feet with her own, pushing him farther from her and the toy cat. She reached for it, Jason brought his machete down on her arm, cutting deeply into it. She hissed and moaned in pain but didn't scream. It would bring Ceirra into danger, Nathen into danger, and would only make breathing uncomfortable. From her place on the ground Luna kicked up again, kicking the mask off of Jason's thinking she grabbed the mask and ran like fucking hell! Branches nicked her cheeks while the tall grasses hid holes and roots that tripped her as she ran from the killer. Her pulse pounded loudly in her ears but she could hear the incoming thump of Jason's work boots meeting the ground. From the sound of his pace she could tell he was pissed. Neither the less she still ran, hoping he will grow tired and stop following her with intent to kill her. The odds were 1/1,000,000 but still she could have some hope. The mud began to transfer into gravel which means the camp is close. Blindly Luna ran in a random direction, which happens to be aimed at the fire pit where the fire burns still. She ran in a circle!
She stood close to the fire on one side with Jason on the other. She held his mask towards the fire "I'll burn it!" she spoke in hysteria, he held her toy in the same manner but never spoke. She studied his face, one eye was smaller than the other and his head had a few lumpy looking places. Down-syndrome came to mind from his appearance. She finally remembered the story of Jason Voorhees, 'This must be Jason then...' Luna thought darkly. "Jason, you want your mask back yes?" he nodded eyeing the object warily "I want that toy back, how about we be civil and come to an agreement?" Luna started to pull the mask away from the fire, Jason mimicked her. Her pulse was erratic from running but slowed slightly at the knowledge her toy is safe for a minute longer. "Now we both know this can go two ways. One, we get our things back then you try to kill me. Or two, we don't switch items then you try to kill me." Luna gulped softly seeing them play out in her mind. Jason seeing much more violent ones, just let's her ramble on. "I don't like ether options, so here is a more desirable way that will work in both our favors." she finally moved the mask away from the fire completely and hugged it to her chest like a child with toy. Jason dropped the toy to the ground but didn't move. "We get our things back, you give a hint of something you want (besides me dead) and I'll give it to you. But you will let me keep my life and toy." she finished, shifting uncomfortable under his intense stare. Luna waited and shifted, wondering what a killer could want. Sex, beer, and drugs were outa the question due to the kind of teens he kills, maybe a good book or some new clothes? 'No way of telling till he answers I guess.' Luna thought. Snap Luna looked up to see Jason snap his fingers again. Snap. '...what the hell?' Luna was not expecting something so-normal from a killer. "you agree?" she spoke above a whisper, he nodded slowly.
She edged around the fire as if scared he might change his mind. She stood a few feet from him and held his mask out, he snatched it before she could blink. She grabbed her toy cat with a relieved/happy sigh and looked at Jason again. He stood tall looming over her like a wolf over an injured bunny. " What do you want?" Luna tried standing taller but was still about a head or two short. After a short pause of Luna's attempt to show fake confidence Jason walked towards the cabins general direction. He stopped and looked at her tilting his head to one side. She got the hint and jogged over red from embarrassment. The two walked quickly with Jason in front and Luna a few feet from him. She wasn't really paying attention to the world surrounding her but was rather watching Jason. The way his jacket pulled and wrinkled as he walked, the barely audible footsteps over the grass and decaying leaves leftover from the late spring, his alert and guarded posture, and the way he walked around things as if not to damage the forest. She found herself curious about the masked killer, about as much as she was scared of him. "So..." Luna started, not really sure how to go on she sighed.
Soon they stood in front of the cabins again, Jason just pointed at it then her. "Do you want me to pack?" she asked. He nodded again, this is going to be a long day for the both of them.
+ hour time lapse+
Luna had packed all her things and Ceirra's as well, she was following Jason like a lost puppy through the woods. In the distance she could see a turned over bus covered in dirt and weeds. 'Dose that thing work?' Luna questioned. They walked up to it slowly, he seemed to be hesitant about something. Before Luna could blink Jason had hold of her hips and lifted her up with a light toss. She made a sound of quick fear and uncomforting pain as she landed on her ass, breaking the window and hitting her head on the way down. She blacked out, limp on the trapdoor that hides the hole to the underground tunnels. Jason climbed in quickly after hearing the crash of glass, seeing Luna unmoving on the ground. He saw her breathing, so he didn't kill her just knocked her out.
Jason threw her over his shoulder, not aware of the medical danger he is putting her in. He walked through the maze of tunnels to his chamber and tossed onto the bed, not that he uses it often. He left her to get her things, she screamed loudly as he made it to the surface. 'She must have-' she screamed again in pain. Jason grabbed the two bags and ran, remembering the girl was being hunted by Kruger.
Freddy pov.
She ran down the image of her childhood home hallway, her arm bleeding profoundly. She left a trail of blood, not that he needed it to find her. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed, her face paling. "Now that wouldn't be any fun." He crackled as the floor broke beneath her, a plank caught her clothes. "I thought we could just hang around!" he laughed next to her, hanging from a plank like her. She glared at him and held her hand to the wound on her arm. "Don't be pissed at me bitch, you're the one that got knocked out by the oaf." Freddy sneered. "...You know that Jason caused me to pass out?" Luna asked surprisingly calm.
The place changed to her cabin again, she was sitting/ laying on one of the beds with Freddy sitting at the table putting his feet up. "Yeah, the moment you fall asleep I get a momentary look into your brain. So I know how the past week has gone for you, your small fears, and... desires." He got up and disappeared from sight, watching her take in the information. "What is your game Kruger?" the teen girl yelled furious, he laughed. He appeared upside-down in mid air, much like the Cheshire Cat from "Alice in wonderland " she jumped and fell on the floor face first. "My game? You're the game." He smirked and ran a claw through her hair. She stiffened in fear, he could smell it throughout the air. '...damn' He thought in anger, he found himself not wanting to hurt her. He knew Jason could smell fear too, that must be why he hasn't killed her yet. The smell is addictive, not just to them. Many other killers could smell it too. With the amount of fear she is pumping out that freaky Creeper just might pick up the scent, then he wouldn't be able to kill her." Watch the fear there bitch." he said emotionless , she looked up, "what?" she sat up on her knees with a confused face, head to the side. '... cute' Freddy found himself thinking. "We can smell your fear, so can other killers. If you're not careful you'll reel in more than just me and hockey puck bitch." he pulled his hand back than returned to his earlier seat. "what do you care, you were just trying to kill me!" Luna stood up and yelled.
"Only I can kill you bitch. Hockey-puck seems too attached to you already. He is a pansy with an anger-issue and a machete, he gets prissy over the smallest things." Freddy looked at her with a smirk. He felt Jason starting to wake her up, shit. "Don't touch his mask again." He said in front of her, with his un-clawed hand he grabbed her chin. He brought his burned and charred lips to hers'. "Remember me bitch, Only I am allowed to kill you." he whispered in her ear. Slowly she started to fade away, her mouth moved in urgency but no sounds came out and her hands went through him. Soon she was gone from the dream world, "This plan is going well so far... ku-ku-ku( -evil laughing ) this is going to be fun." Freddy could still smell her fear in the air.
Wow over two pages! yosh-o! please R&R!