Chapter 5

By mid-afternoon of the next day, Michael had arrived at Camp Crystal Lake. He knew he had to find Jason, so he wandered the camp until he stumbled across a cabin separated from the others; he took that to be where his new ally resided. As he walked up the path, he saw a short, blonde, teenager standing a few yards away.

"Who's there?!" she demanded, turning her body toward the direction of the sound of rustling leaves and snapping twigs. It was Ally, she knew how Jason sounded when he walked, but these footsteps sounded…different, much lighter, like a person of a smaller stature and lighter weight than that of Jason.

"Who are you?" She demanded once more, holding out her left hand in case she was mistaken. Michael thought that she would recognize him, since he was masked, and the whole state on Illinois knew all too well about the masked man. Michael thought she'd run to the police which would in turn have Dr. Loomis and the state troopers on his tracks, stalling if not temporarily halting his progress in his mission. He did not want that to happen, not at all, so he'd have to silence her for good. He pulled his long, rusty, kitchen knife out of his pocket and sauntered forward, as he came into close range of the girl, he raised it, preparing to bring it down on her and end her young life.

But, something made him pause for a moment. This girl was facing him, she knew of his presence, yet she only stood there, asking whom it was. Even as he stood, knife raised, ready to end her life, she just stood, asking over and over 'Who's there?' and 'What are you doing?'

Meanwhile, Ally knew something wasn't right, but she couldn't figure out what. She had heard a person walking, but now they had halted, she still felt their presence, for they were close, she could even hear them breathing. Yet, nothing was happening, and they didn't say anything that would give her any notion that they were up to no good, so she stood, asking over and over simple questions to figure at least something about what was going on.

By that second, Michael had shrugged off his momentary distraction, he figured by the glazed, opaque glare to her eyes, that she was probably on drugs, like the many dumb, drugged-up, sex-crazed teenagers he continually came in contact with on his venture to kill his sister, Laurie. He raised his knife once more and began to bring it down; but, right as he would have stabbed the teen, a large, muscular hand grabbed his arm, immobilizing it. Michael then found himself being thrown hard into a tree, hitting the giant oak head-on, leaving him sprawling on the ground. When he looked up once more, he saw a giant, strong man of at least seven feet standing before him, his body turned protectively between the other two people. The man wore tattered clothes and a hockey mask, and in one hand he wielded a machete, threatening to decapitate Michael until suddenly, Pam's ghost appeared yet again.

"Wait! Jason no!" she said, the hockey-mask killer immediately dropped his weapon, obeying his mother. "Oh! This is my fault! I'm so sorry honey! I forgot to tell him. Is she alright?" Pam asked, Jason nodded in reply. She turned to Michael.

"Michael, that is Jason, and the girl is Ally, she is a very dear friend to Jason. He is protecting her and helping her since she is blind, don't hurt her!" She ordered. Michael nodded. "And Jason, this is Michael Myers; he is going to help you fight Freddy."

Jason shook his head as he looked toward Michael. "Oh, I know you want to do it on your own, but sweetie, Freddy is going to be a lot stronger, and you also have to keep Ally safe! Michael will make it easier to make sure she doesn't get hurt, okay honey?" she said. Jason nodded. He would never even think about going against his mother's word.

"Good, now mommy needs to go, but I'll be back to check on you, you need to get acquainted with Michael." she said, hugging her beloved son before vanishing.

Jason put Ally's palm on his; 'Ally, there is someone you need to meet.' He said.

"But, I thought you thought people were bad," Ally said, slightly puzzled.

'Remember that bad man in the sweater I told you about? Freddy? Well, he's going to come soon, so my mommy got him to come to help, can you tell him things for me?' Jason replied.

"Okay," Ally said quietly.

'His name is Michael' Jason said before led her over to Michael, who was now standing.

"Hi Michael. My name is Ally." Ally said. She held up a hand, Michael matched her palm, as a form of introduction between the two. She felt his chest, feeling her way up to the cool rubber of his ghastly white mask. "Do you always wear that?" she asked, Michael nodded, looking at Jason to pass it on to Ally. (Michael had picked up on their connection)

'He says yes,' Jason replied for him. Ally smiled.

"Well, I can recognize you now," she laughed.

'Tell him the plan,' Jason said, before telling Ally his ideas about Freddy. Ally nodded.

"Jason says that he thinks until his mother knows more about Freddy's new source of strength, that we should all stay here while you and him prepare for whatever either of you think Freddy would be capable of so you'll be ready for anything." She translated. Michael nodded.

Jason motioned for Michael to follow them into the cabin to show him the living arrangements. "Um, you can take the bed in the one room," she said, pointing one direction down a small, short hallway. "Since me and Jason sleep in the main room," she added, motioning to the full-sized bed in the back corner of the room. Then the kitchen is here, and the center part is the living room," she said, pointing to her left. And the bathroom is across from the other bedroom, showing off her memorization of the layout of the cabin.

"Thank you for helping us." She added, feeling around before she found Michael again, hugging him. Michael tensed, uncomfortable, but he let the girl hug him, he figured she probably had been tormented by Freddy, and just by looking at the scars on her arms, he could tell she had a hard life for a long time; and for once, the infamous 'soulless' killer Michael Myers, actually behaved like he had a heart.

A/N: I just had to end it like that. Michael fans, please don't kill me. I know he seems all soulless and ruthless, but I always felt like there was something inside Michael, like he isn't COMPLETELY heartless, I don't know why, I just do…

But it comes in handy for writing!

Oh, yeah, and if it isn't too much to ask, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!