Disclaimers are in the prologue.
As much as it disgusts me to admit this, I have to: I was very wrong about this story being more important than my final, which is due tomorrow. I've been working on that for the past few days and still am not finished. Anyway, now that I got that out of the way, back to the story.
They had crossed the Texas state border some time ago. It was early afternoon and they had been driving all night. Of course, none of them needed sleep. Candyman had followed the directions Chucky read off the map, and they were now in a very small and isolated town that had no name.
"How are we supposed to find him?" Candyman asked.
"It shouldn't be too hard," Chucky replied, still looking at the map. "We're right around where the police found those mass graves."
"Does he have a name?"
"Yeah, well, the last eyewitness report of the guy said that he was wearing a mask made out of human skin, so the cops started calling him Leatherface."
Candyman looked down at Chucky. "I like this guy already." He looked back at Jason. "Don't you agree?"
Jason only stared blankly back at him and then looked back toward the road. Candyman did the same.
"Anyway, I'm pretty sure the last name was Hewlett...or maybe it was Hewitt? Something like that."
To their left, an old gas station sat collecting dirt. Candyman grinned as he began to slow down. "Let's ask for directions."
He pulled into the gas station's parking lot and stopped the van at the nearest pump. The bell inside the gas station chimed, and a young man of about twenty-three came out towards them. He was wearing an oily jumpsuit and a red cap. He came up to the driver's side of the van just as Candyman was getting out. As soon as he saw the tall black man, the kid stopped and the racism just seemed to flow from him.
"Whatchoo want, boy?" he asked, revealing his thick southern accent.
"Gas, for one," Candyman said, hands folded neatly behind his back as he walked up to the kid. "Maybe some directions, friend?"
"We don't serve yer kind here, friend, so move along."
"My kind? What are you talking about?"
An old man staggered out of the station and towards them. The kid and Candyman both looked in his direction as he shouted: "Get goin', before I get the lynch mob out here, nigger!"
The kid began laughing and turned back toward Candyman. The old man stopped just behind the kid, and they were both sneering at Candyman.
"Oh, I get it," he said, nodding in apparent understanding. "My kind."
Chucky leaned out the driver's side window. "Are you gonna take that shit from a couple of inbred fucks?"
The kid and his gradpa's smiles faded as they saw the talking doll with the stitched up face. The kid looked in Cadyman's face, which was deadly serious.
"Nope," Candyman said. He placed his left hand on the kid's shoulder and drew back his hook-hand. He plunged it deep into the kid's stomach, and it came out his back. The kid's eyes went wide and he tried to scream, but only blood came out. Candyman held the kid down with his good hand while he lifted with his hook-hand, tearing the kid's torso apart with a crunching sound. After the kid went limp, Candyman removed his hook from him and the kid's body hit the ground. The kid's grandpa was standing there in shock, blood running down his face. He was staring at the kid's corpse.
Candyman approached him slowly and put his bloody hook lightly on grandpa's shoulder. Grandpa looked at him, still in a state of shock.
"Now...some directions, please?"
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Freddy watched from his fortress in the dreamworld as the Creeper flew Michael Myers and the Tall Man towards Crystal Lake. He had known when they met the Tall Man that Pinhead and Pumpkinhead were not far behind, watching them. It hadn't mattered then. because they had kept their distance. But the more Freddy thought about it, the more unsettled he was. Pinhead could prove to be a problem, as he was working for the biggest of bosses.
It would not be easy to dispatch him, or his pet monster. Perhaps when they battled Jason, they could lose Pinhead in the confusion...but the thought of running away from that bitch of Satan made Freddy sick to his stomach. He knew that if Pinhead somehow captured him, it would be back to Hell for him, and the consequences for a simple escape would be dire.
Also, there was Candyman to contend with. Freddy couldn't help but wonder if he had somehow escaped his fate, and maybe was on his own quest for vengeance. Not likely with the wound Krueger had left him, but hey, anything was possible. Freddy sensed something was not right, as if things were not going the way he'd planned. He'd planned it perfectly, so that Jason would be fighting not one, but four of the world most brutal murderers. There would be no chance of defeat for Freddy this time. He would lure Jason out of his deep sleep and then they would put an end to him forever. Revenge.
Freddy was also aware that Lori, Will, and the detective were on their trail. He didn't care. As soon as they fell asleep, they would be his. Or, if they got too close to the battle, Freddy would deal with them then. Either way, once he was finished with Jason, he was going to complete his revenge by ripping that blonde bitch in two while her boyfriend watched, then slash his face off.
They were drawing much closer to Crystal Lake. It wouldn't be long now.
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Lori came out of the gas station with three large coffees. They had been driving all night with no sleep, tweaking on caffeine. She went to the passenger's side of Hobbs' car and climbed in. She handed one of the large drinks to Will, who was in the back seat, and passed the other to Hobbs. They both thanked her and immediately began to guzzle down the coffee.
"We better get going," Lori said.
Hobbs set his coffee down in a cupholder and started up the car. Just as he was about to pull out, a voice crackled over his radio. "Hobbs, hello, come in, over."
It was his partner, Jones, or "Jonesy" as Hobbs called him. He glanced at Lori and Will and picked up the radio. "This is Hobbs, over."
"Hobbs, where ya been all night? Some psycho offed a shitload of kids at the college."
Lori gasped and Hobbs gave her another quick glance. "Uh, I'm with a couple of witnesses right now. I might need some backup later, Jonesy, so keep your ears open."
"Backup for a couple of witnesses? What are you talking about?"
"Look, I don't have time to explain it right now. All I can tell you is that I'm not in Springwood and something huge is about to go down. Now, if I need it, can I trust you to get me some backup?"
"Yeah, of course, Hobbs. Just be careful, ok?"
"You got it, Jonesy. Hobbs out."
He set down the radio and Lori sighed. "Freddy."
"If it was him that killed all those people, then he's going have a lot more power this time," Will said.
"Well, then," Hobbs said, "we can't let him get anymore powerful, can we?"
He pushed his foot down on the gas and set back on the road towards Crystal Lake.
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At the end of the dirt driveway, an old rusted mailbox had the name HEWITT on it with block letters. The van pulled into the driveway and stopped at the old house. It looked nice on the outside for its age. Candyman, Chucky, and Jason stepped out of the van and looked around.
"This is it," Chucky said. "Let's see if he's in there."
Candyman led the way to the house's entrance, where he used his hook-hand to knock on the screen door. The front door was wide open and they could see inside the house. After a brief moment, an old man in a wheelchair appeared at the end of the hallway. He wheeled himself to the front door, muttering under his breath. He used his cane to push the door open and Candyman stood back.
"Yeah, whatta you want?" the old man asked. He didn't seem surprised in the least to see the three of them.
"Sorry to bother you, sir, but we're looking for a man called Leatherface," Candyman said, not smiling. "Does he live here?"
"Leatherface? Ain't no Leatherface here, ya wiseass mother...oh, wait, is yer talkin' about Junior? You friends of his?"
"We'd like to be."
The old man hesitated for a second, looking from Candyman to Chucky to Jason, then back to Candyman again, and he smiled. "I got a good feeling about you boys, I can tell. Come on in."
The three of them followed the old man inside and stood in the hallway as he called for Leatherface. "Junior! Junior, get in here! Got some people I'd like ya to meet!"
Moments later, Leatherface appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing the stitched up face of some hapless victim over his own. He looked confused, but very angry. He cautiously made his way down the stairs as Candyman, Jason, and Chucky watched him.
"My god, he's magnificent," Candyman said softly.
"These people are your new friends, Junior. You're gonna go play with them for a while."
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Leatherface looked from the three newcomers to the old man and back to the newcomers. He straightened up then, and it seemed he was smiling.
Author's Notes: Alliances have been made, and both sides are now equally matched. Soon they will be locked in an epic battle that will own your soul. Lori, Will, and Hobbs are about to discover just how deadly eight serial murderers and two demons can be when they are caught in the middle of the war. Who will survive? And what will be left of them? And will whatever's left of them be able to dance to the tune of hundreds of people screaming in terror as they are brutally slaughtered for being in the way? Why should I tell you? What are you wearing? Whose line is it, anyhow?