Author's Note
Theories & Speculations:
This match-up has been the topic of debate for a while. Who would win? Will they even attempt to appease the fans and make this movie? As far as I can tell, this project has been green-lighted. It will supposedly go into production after the release of Jason X this year. There have been a handful of scripts as far as I know, these are the ideas I discovered online: (1) Freddy and Jason fighting for control of Hell. (2) Another has them linked together throughout their respective histories, like maybe Freddy was directly (or indirectly) responsible for Jason's "death" as a child. (3) Some Freddy worshippers bring the fiend back from the dead and a Jason devotee summons Jason to counter that. (4) Ancient supreme evils are using Freddy and Jason as pawns in a deadly game. This last one supposedly links their origins to something very old, like the evil in New Nightmare. All very cute ideas. Whichever one they use, I hope they still follow their plan of elevating the both of them, making them more powerful than they have ever been and larger than life, pulling out all the stops in a special effects galore epic.
As far as the basic idea of the script, this will be a fight with each of them on opposing sides rather than teaming up. Which one will win remains to be seen. The buzz is that they will shoot more than one ending to deter industry big mouths and they may actually alternate both endings in its theatrical release. One has Freddy emerging the victor and the other has Jason winning. Support for Freddy is that he will win because this is a New Line movie and since he is New Line's cash cow, he cannot be portrayed as a loser. Support for Jason states that since Robert Englund plans to retire the role of Freddy, Jason will win. Another theory for Jason's victory is that he will win because of this belief that there are supposed to be a total of 13 Jason movies. This has been the belief for a while. Whoever wins, their series will continue. A counter to this theory is that Freddy can win and the Nightmare series can possibly go on without the involvement of Robert Englund, especially since folks now seem to prefer the darker less-funny Freddy. Many speculate that he only played himself in New Nightmare and another actor played the stronger, supremely evil Freddy. (It has been confirmed that Englund did play Freddy in New Nightmare. Wes Craven told me himself. Since the mood of the film was different, Robert's portrayal was different as well.)
(February 9, 2001: I have just finished reading two rejected scripts of the movie. Just in case they decide to use one, I won't use too many spoilers. The first one brought back Alice and her son Jacob (Dream Master, Dream Child), as well as Jason's niece Jessica, her husband Steven and their child Stephanie (Jason Goes to Hell). The script goes way back in history, to a time of chivalry and magic. I was thinking that maybe this was a good setup. However, Freddy and Jason were doing things that were extremely uncharacteristic of the both of them. And while this was a good story, it didn't fit earlier movies in the series. It was too much of a sci-fi/fantasy story. The visuals, or what I could decipher of them, were excellent. But Freddy and Jason were just doing some dumb stuff. The body count was too low as well. The second one was more along the lines of what we were used to. It suggested that everything that happened in the Jason films was untrue, that he was never killed and he is very much human. The laugh was when they had a lawyer (with the last name Jarvis, no relation to Tommy from parts 4,5, and 6 supposedly) try to defend Jason in a court of law! Freddy was the one we're used to from Nightmare's 3,4,5, and 6, cracking jokes and using people's worse fears to kill them. This script was a lot of fun while the other one tried to create far too much Anne Rice/Clive Barker myth. However, the second one I read wasn't nearly as ambitious as the other, never for once letting the monsters expand into something more grand or evil. Both linked Freddy and Jason some kind of way, betraying each series' own reality. I was happy to see that neither of them featured the same ideas I had in my outline. Sigh of relief!)
My Story:
Ever feel like there was a story you were just meant to tell? Like you are the only one who can do it justice? This is how I feel about my Freddy/Jason story.
It was the entire internet buzz that sparked my imagination to come up with my own take on this story, and what better place to post it than FanFiction.Net? The fans are hungry, for something, anything. This has been proven by the number of hits the Freddy and Jason fansites have been getting as of late, namely one that has fans submit their own plot ideas and treatments. I looked over these ideas and they made me laugh. I am not perfect, nor am I the best writer in the world, but they were all very stupid. Yes, even the producers behind the upcoming film have stated that it is extremely difficult to merge the two different histories and personalities into one script. But did these kids even think before they began writing?
To make the story work, I had to strip certain elements away and keep the ones that best complimented the tale. For starters, my story will not take place in the reality that was depicted in New Nightmare. Neither Freddy or Jason will be referred to as "that thing from the movie." However, I have tried to retain the dark, ominous portrayal of Freddy from the last movie There will not be a lot of wisecracks or roach motel murders. Here all of the things that happened up until Freddy's Dead as well as all of the Jason movies will be referred to as myth, like we refer to "Bloody Mary" or 'The Boogey Man". It will, however, take place in the same reality as the two series and draw from both of their timelines. This story takes place before the events of Jason X, which will take place in the future. I cannot draw from that story because I don't know how it turns out and it would be unfair to Freddy's timeline since Freddy hasn't been depicted in the future.
A problem I ran into was the overall tone of the story. Freddy is more like dark fantasy while Jason is straight up slasher. So, since they are meeting in the same story, do I make it an action-packed apocalyptic battle for supremacy? Or do I take it back to both of their essences by having them stalk teenagers in a suspense-filled tale of horror? I decided to use both, the story beginning as the latter idea that will elevate into something bigger near the end. The ending, I hope, will please fans of both series. By the way, it is very hard to give each killer sufficient, equal time. I don't want this to be seen as more of a Freddy tale, or more of a Jason tale, but a story that gives them equal due. I also had to draw from other influences like Scream and Urban Legend, since this will be a story of the times. So, maybe there will be a few classic horror references and in-jokes between the teenage characters. This isn't a spoiler, but there's a point when the black character Ricky is like "I'm getting the hell outta here because black folks never make it out alive!" This brought up another issue: Do I follow the horror movie formulas that were the basis of the jokes in Scream? Or do I take it in another direction? You'll see, and discover whether or not Ricky makes it out alive.
I initially balked at the idea of bringing back characters from each series, like Alice from Dream Master or Nancy from the original Nightmare. But I thought, why not? As I write this introduction, I have decided to work in a survivor from Dream Warriors. I do not plan to use Freddy's daughter Maggie/Katherine. I will also use a prominent character from the Jason series.
The plot isn't very difficult or forced as far as bringing the two of them together. Some may think the way I brought them back is rather silly, but it is plausible in its own reality. I have decided to include mentions of an ancient evil, and go from their very origins as demons to how they were killed as humans to certain events that were portrayed in each series, all tied together through one simple focal point that I cannot reveal here. So it will follow the traditional story structure of beginning, middle and end with some very important flashbacks thrown in for good measure. We will see Freddy and Jason as kids, their birth into monsters, and eventually someone's ultimate demise. Maybe some of these ideas will change during the course of my writing.
(Note: Since this isn't a screenplay, I have more creative leeway, meaning that I can convey things that probably could not translate well on screen. This is a story folks, so expect some thought behind it. However, there will not be any filler. I still want you to feel like you are watching a movie.)
So Freddy fans, root all you want. We all know that Freddy's power is more Jeannie than Samantha, but do not underestimate Jason. He is the strong, silent stalker, the Frankenstein to Freddy's Dracula. Jason is a little more to the point, his murders are cut and dry (no pun intended).
But not so fast, Jason fans! Freddy's killings are far-reaching and more imaginative. Freddy can get inside one's head, maybe even Jason's! Jason has a child's soul and Freddy loves nothing more than killing children.
One more point about who will win and get appropriate due. I am not bound by New Line or Wes Craven or anyone to make either one of them the victor. In fact, I am not supposed to be writing this at all. Even so, I can do whatever the hell I want with these two! And I will not reveal who I prefer because I think either of them could defeat the other.
Disclaimer:
The character of Freddy Krueger is owned by New Line Cinema and always has been. Jason Voorhees, since Jason Goes to Hell, is also the property of New Line. This work of fiction was in no way written to gain profit or bastardize their stories. If you sue me, be thorough and get all those fans who wrote those wack scripts online!
•THIS FRIDAY WILL BE ONE HELL OF A NIGHTMARE•
Krueger & Voorhees: The Final Fear
They would know pain, Lucy thought. Pain the likes of which they have never felt in their entire lives. They would pay for their taunts, their teasing. It would all come to an end.
She ran her hand over her creation. The bio-mechanical body was a great achievement, something she had been working on for the past few months, and how she'd gotten samples of the creature's DNA for the new host was a hoot. Never insult a genius. She was proud of the robotic attributes she'd given the body. It was about six and a half feet in height, with a frame that would suggest a weight of 260 pounds of muscle were it completely human. She'd outfitted it in dark blue coveralls, black worker boots and dark gloves. Just the way he was so long ago, only better.
She'd needed a host, a vessel for the spirit she would call upon to do her bidding. Lucy wasn't afraid of breaking into the Crystal Lake Research Facility and acquiring the thing's all but dead genes. Add that to the comatose body she'd had Matthew help her steal and the mechanical attributes and she had something that would make the greatest recombinant DNA surgeon envious. For good measure, she'd taken some of Matthew's blood and set it in the refrigerator until she was ready to use it. She would use the blood because of its lifeforce, as a conductor for the spirit to enter the part dead/part synthetic frame.
Lucy attached the chains that hung from the mechanism in the ceiling to the hooks that protruded from the thing's body.
She began to recite the words, the candles burning brightly in various places around the cellar.
Then she stopped. She'd forgotten one thing.
"Matthew!" she called.
The guy, who was about her age, entered the cellar, with the chrome goalie mask in hand. It was bright and shiny. It reflected the candlelight and made elaborate designs across the stone walls.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asked.
She snatched the mask away. "Are you sure you wanna get some tonight?"
He looked away from her sheepishly.
She placed the mask on the face of the body. She kept her hand on its forehead and recited the verses. Matthew put his hands over his ears. He couldn't bare to listen. She'd done stuff like this before, and gotten all loud and overly excited. Lucy shrieked. She recited the verses once more, and was silent.
"Nothing's happening," Matt noted.
She shushed him. "Wait. I feel something."
There were several claps of thunder outside. It rumbled hard and fast.
Suddenly the mechanism above surged to life, its gears turning and its chains rattling. The two of them watched, jaws agape. An electric current fizzled at the ceiling, then made it's way down along the chains and trailing along the thin, veiny rivulets of Matthew's blood around the figure's body. The chains began to pull the body upward.
It tried to sit up, straining the chains to their limits.
Lucy took a step back. Matthew stood very still.
Then it turned to face her.
A smile spread across Lucy's face.
The figure began to struggle viciously, succeeding in breaking all of the chains. It landed onto the table with a loud thump.
"Holy shit!" Matthew gasped.
But one of the long chains that popped into the air lowered back down and wrapped itself around the figure's neck, yanking it off the table and into the air.
It had stopped struggling. Now it's limbs dangled uselessly.
"No!" Lucy exclaimed. Then she shrugged, turning to a visibly shaken Matthew. "We'll have to try again later. Looks like ol' Mister Voorhees has given up on me!" She advanced toward Matthew. Her hand slid up his chest.
"Not now," he said in a nervous, hushed voice.
"Do you know how much this turns me on, Matthew?"
"You're sick," he noted.
She let out a throaty laugh. "You don't know how tired I am of hearing that."
She was unbuckling his jeans when the candles flickered out. An unearthly presence was so thick she could almost smell it.
Matt didn't move. He wasn't very familiar with the cellar, and he also didn't believe it would work . . .
He really didn't.
He almost gagged when the candles re-ignited.
The chains hung from the ceiling, but the figure was no longer hanging there.
It suddenly turned very cold for the both of them.
There was a tiny glimmer of fear in Lucy's eyes, but she wouldn't let Matt see it.
"I'm getting out of here," he declared and turned for the door--
But that thing was blocking his exit.
"Oh shit," he said.
Its hand reached out and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him and trying to squeeze the life out of him. It didn't speak, just breathed laboriously. Matt gagged, trying to pry the gloved fingers from his throat.
Lucy was slowly backing away, her eyes wide in amazement. She thought she'd be able to control this thing, but maybe she was wrong.
Suddenly it threw Matt across the room, his head knocking against the stone tile. He was out cold. For some reason, it was no longer interested in him. It advanced for Lucy.
"You better listen to me!" she said. "I brought you back!"
But it was all in vain. It reached back and punched her with force unknown. She fell back against the table. Then it grabbed her by the legs and swung her, hard, against the wall, snapping her spine and smashing her skull.
It let her body fall to the ground.
It turned to look for the boy. He was right where it left him.
It walked over to him, but was thrown back, by some unseen force.
A malevolent cackle filled the cellar as Matt's body rose and he walked out, barely noticing the thing as it tried to come after him. It was as if something was pulling him by the collar of his shirt.
There was some kind of barrier protecting the boy. The thing couldn't get to him.
It could not freely move until the boy was gone.
The cackle continued, echoing throughout the night.
•Zero Hour•
The two men sat at the table in the middle of a vast desert. The air was dry all around them. The sky was a dry, burnt red color. There was a slight breeze. There was no other life there. They both wore similar tan robes, but the one wore his hood.
"So it has come to this," the one wearing the hood noted.
The other nodded solemnly. "I am through with this world. Look what it has become. Do with it as you must."
The other chuckled. "Are you certain?"
"I am positive. How long have we been having this conversation?"
"Quite a long time," the hooded one said.
The hoodless man looked away from him. "And I have kept my part of the bargain. I have failed myself, therefore, this world is yours."
The hooded one couldn't believe it. "It's too easy," he remarked.
The hoodless one continued. "I have seen them make a mockery of everything I have created. There is murder. There is rape. Hate. Recklessness. Crimes unimaginable. And it's not even by your hand."
"Now I wouldn't say that."
"It's true. I thought they would overcome it, but they have not." He returned his gaze. "Have you chosen the one who would bring it to you?"
The other was silent for a moment. Then, "I have narrowed it down to two. They each have extreme potential and power. I have not made my decision. However, they are gaining in their own way as the years advance."
"How will you make your final decision?"
"I have set a goal," the hooded one said. "Only they do not realize it. They have, however, been working toward it for a while."
•1957•
Fred smiled as he watched the younger child bob and weave in the lake. Look at him, so helpless. So naive. He's scared to move to the deep end. He's so weak. He felt mildly sorry for the child, but it was only a passing emotion. The campers had been so mean to him, teasing him, making him feel like some kind of alien. The camp counselors didn't even pay him any mind.
But, once again, it was only a passing emotion.
How could he feel sorry for someone who actually knew who his father was?
Fred could not relate.
He advanced to the edge of the lake
"Hey kid!" he called.
The younger boy whirled around, almost losing momentum. His arms flailed about for a moment, but he was okay now.
"What's your name, kid?" Fred asked.
"J- J- Jason," the kid stuttered.
"J- J- Jason?" Fred mocked. "What kind of name is that?"
The boy didn't catch the humor.
"You're funny-looking," Fred noted, referring to the boy's asymmetrical appearance. One side of his face seemed a little more exaggerated than the other half, the eye drooping downward. "You some kinda monster?' he asked.
The boy frowned, as best he could with that face.
"Be careful, kid," Fred said, and walked off.