Disclaimers are in the prologue.

I realize how long it's taken me to post another chapter of this story, but I can explain. It may not be a good excuse, but here goes: I had to write two other fanfics and post them. It took a couple days, but I finally remade and posted Ranma's Nightmare on Elm Street 1 & 2. Now that I've gotten a couple of remakes out of the way, I can go back to work on, and finish, Freddy vs. Jason: WAR.

They were close now. Oklahoma City could be seen from where they were now, and Freddy ordered the Creeper to the ground. The Creeper was not sure what Freddy had planned, but he willingly obliged. He set Down the Tall Man first, Michael Myers a few feet ahead, and finally landed himself. They were currently standing in a gas station/restaurant parking lot. Several truckers who were enjoying their meals suddenly looked out the window and watched in amazement.

One of the truckers, a man named Caleb Haun, pointed out the window towards the group of three villains.

"Hey…isn't that Michael Myers?"

Other truckers began to look and murmur with interest. A skeptical waitress came over to Caleb's table and looked out the window. "Where?"

"Right there, look!" The waitress's eyes grew large, and Caleb turned to her. "Cathy, get me a phone, quick!"

She ran to the back room for a moment and returned with a cellphone in hand, still staring out the window. Caleb took the phone and began to dial. He waited and watched outside as the phone rang a couple of times, then someone answered.

"Hello, police? Yeah, listen, I think I found Michael Myers…"

Meanwhile, outside, the Creeper, Michael, and the Tall Man stood in the parking lot, waiting. A trucker got out of his vehicle next to them, saw them, and fell down, surprised. The Tall Man noticed this and turned to him. He smiled and held out his hand, but the trucker whimpered and turned, crawling quickly away. The Tall Man raised an eyebrow and withdrew his hand.

The air between the three of them seemed to ripple suddenly. The wind picked up, blowing loose scraps of garbage around all over the place. The clouds overhead turned from white and fluffy to black and ominous. Lightning struck in several places, and thunder could be heard. A single bolt of lightning struck the ground between the three of them, and the ground cracked open. The crack grew larger, and an eerie red glow could be seen under the ground.

Four razor-sharp knives poked out of the crack, followed by four discolored fingers. They pushed on opposite sides of the crack, and the ground easily separated with seismic force, allowing entry from below. Once the way was clear, Freddy Krueger ascended what looked like a rock staircase to the street. Smoke poured off his body as he stood with his arms outstretched, laughing madly.

Inside the restaurant, the truckers and waitresses were watching, terrified.

Caleb's eyes were wide as he watched out the window, still holding the phone to one ear. "Holy shit…" The phone dropped out of his hand.

Freddy lowered his arms and his face turned serious. "Are you ready, Generals?"

The Creeper and Michael Myers nodded. The Tall Man said, "Yes. However, once we are done here, I will be taking my leave of you."

Freddy looked at him and sneered. "Sure, whatever." He looked back at the others. "It's time for war. From here on, we walk. I'll lead, you follow."

Again, the Creeper and Michael nodded.

"Then let's go."

Freddy began to walk towards Oklahoma City, which they were just outside of.

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Candyman had pulled off the highway at an exit just outside of Oklahoma City. They were at a rest stop, where several campers and their children quickly made their way out of there once the four of them got out of the van. They looked at Candyman as they stood in a loose circle.

"This is it," he said, looking at each of them. "Freddy and I have some unfinished business. I know you and he have a history, Jason. Together, we must destroy him and anyone he sends at us."

"Mister?" A voice said suddenly.

The four of them whipped their heads around to see a small boy of about seven or eight years. He looked curiously up at Candyman.

"What happened to your hand?"

Candyman looked down at his hook and back at the boy. The boy's gaze then fell on Chucky and his eyes widened. The stitched-up doll's face had an angry look as he grinned at him. "Hiya, kid" he said, and gave a little wave.

The kid only stared and looked at Jason and Leatherface then, who stood side by side. They, in turn, looked down at him.

"What happened to your faces?"

For a moment, they just stared. Then, Jason slowly began raising his machete. The boy's mother ran up and snatched him right off his feet, racing towards a parked RV. "Ashley J. Williams, Junior! You know what your father and I say about talking to strangers!"

The four killers watched as she climbed quickly into the RV and peeled out, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

They all looked up as the sky began to turn black. Clouds raced across the sky, and they could hear thunder and see lightning off in the distance, on the other side of Oklahoma City.

"It's beginning," Candyman said, still watching the spot where the lightning had last struck.

Chucky also watched that area, scowling and holding his knife, hilt in one hand and blade in the other. "This is gonna be a battle for the history books. Ready when you chumps are."

Leatherface held up his chainsaw and nodded frantically.

Jason looked at Candyman and Candyman looked back. "We leave the van. The rest of the way, we're on foot. Let's move."

Another bolt of lightning struck in the distance and thunder rumbled as they began walking towards Oklahoma City, which they were just outside of.

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Lori watched out the window, trying to look up. They had lost sight of the Creeper not too far back. Hobbs kept his foot pressed down on the gas, hardly slowing. He watched the road straight ahead.

"Where did he go?" Lori asked, frustrated.

"I think he set down somewhere over there," Will said, pointing a little off to the right.

"We know where he was headed," Hobbs said, eyes not leaving the road. Oklahoma City could be seen from where they were, and they were rapidly approaching. The sky began to turn dark, and black clouds raced above. Lightning struck several times in the distance. He sped up some.

A few minutes passed, and Lori looked at Hobbs. "What should we do when we get there?"

"We're going to try to stay out of the way, Lori. I think that's the only thing we can do." Hobbs's eyes traveled to Will's in the rearview mirror, and then his eyes widened. "Oh shit."

Will looked behind him and saw several police cars with their lights and sirens blaring, and they were going about ninety or more miles per hour. "Who called the cops? Did it start already?"

"I don't know, but they're not gonna wait for us."

Hobbs moved to the far-right lane and they watched as the police cars flew past them. Moments later, a firetruck and two ambulances also sped by, followed a few moments later by several military vehicles.

"Holy shit…" Will said in amazement, pointing straight ahead. "Look!"

Lori and Hobbs did look. Will was pointing towards Oklahoma City, where a single skyscraper somewhere near the center collapsed. They felt the rumble as it smashed into the earth, and smoke began to billow up from the ruins. Helicopters raced overhead towards the city. The horizon behind the city seemed mysteriously red.

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Pinhead and Pumpkinhead stood atop a tall building in the heart of Oklahoma City. Their view was spectacular; they could see all sides of the city. In the distance to the north, Pinhead felt Freddy's presence, along with others that he could not place. Surely the flying beast would be with him. They were marching to war, and they were coming along quickly.

To the south and just a bit west, Pinhead felt Candyman's presence, as well as his companions'. The only one Pinhead knew in that bunch was Candyman. He had heard of Jason Voorhees, who he sensed was with Candyman, but had never truly known either of them. Candyman had been in Hell once, but he had gotten out legitimately, unlike Krueger. They were hurrying along, too.

Pinhead knew there was going to be a war here. You did not have to be a rocket scientist to see that these two groups were going to collide and destroy. That was as much as Pinhead knew, however; he had kind of foreseeing ability, but it was not always clear, and it did not always show everything. The unexpected sometimes happened.

He knew the war would be here, but he did not know when. He did not know who would take place in this war, and he did not know the outcome of it. Pinhead liked to think he knew the outcome, but at the back of his mind, although he feared positively nothing, there was much doubt. He wasn't worried about losing, but he did not like the fact that the knowledge of whether Krueger would be captured or not escaped him.

He looked over at Pumpkinhead, who returned his look with a deep grunt. Pumpkinhead seemed restless and anxious. It had been a long time since Pumpkinhead's skills were tested to full ability, and he obviously liked killing. After all, it was a creature created for vengeance. Pumpkinhead would get his share of blood today, though.

As screams and sounds of complete anarchy drifted up from below, Pinhead looked out over the city and his eyes traveled downward. "They are here," he said, and stepped up to the edge of the building. He took another step and fell towards the ground below. Pumpkinhead let out a roar and leaped off after him.

Author's Notes: The war's begun. Unless you're unfamiliar with the Evil Dead series, you probably noticed that Ash's son was in this. Well, don't ask me where that came from, I just thought of throwing it in at the last second. Anyway, I hope you liked it. We're nearing the end now, so stay vigilant for more.