CHAPTER 4

"What are we doing?" Will asked from the back seat of the car.

"I'm showing you something" Loomis answered.

Loomis was driving Will and Lori down a slippery street late at night. The gutters were covered with autumn leaves, and almost every house was decorated for Halloween. One house, however, seemed to be overdone with decoration. It was an abandoned house, that looked as if it would fall apart if one more kid threw a rock at it; Loomis stopped the car outside it.

"There it is" he gestured to the house.

"What?" Lori asked.

"That's his house. Myers house" Loomis said.

Lori looked at the house. The very sight of it sent chills down her spine.

"What are we doing here?" Will asked.

"I'm going to take you inside"

"What?" Lori and Will gasped together.

"There is nothing to worry about. Myers has not been seen for a long time, and that house has had more sleepovers than a spoilt teenage girl…I think we should use it to try and help you forget the memories of Freddy Krueger, and be rid of him forever"

"How will the house help" Will asked, he sounded concerened.

"When you step inside, it is as if the very life of Myers family becomes part of you. We will try to extinguish that life, then you will be strong enough to suppress the memory of Krueger"

Will and Lori didn't argue. They simply followed Loomis to the front of the house, a cold wind was blowing.

Will put an arm around Lori and pulled her close.

Around the door frame were carvings; a list of names under a heading "I SURVIVED THE MYERS HOUSE"

"Hmph, kids these days" Loomis said annoyingly. He pulled on the door knob; it was locked tight. "Bah, we'll go around the back" he said.

Will and Lori followed Loomis around to the side of the house. A thicket of bushes made a narrow path on the edge of house, there were a pair of cellar doors at the end of the wall. As the trio approached them, the doors flew open and a body soared through the air, landing in the bushes.

Will and Lori stumbled back, Loomis stood his ground.

"What the…?" Loomis muttered.

A shadowy figure emerge from the broken doors, wielding a machete.

"Oh my God, not again" Lori gasped, recognizing the unmistakable shape of Jason Voorhees.

Jason walked to the bushes; and grabbed his victim by the throat. He lifted him out of the bushes, breathing heavily; Loomis gasped.

Jason's victim was Michael Myers.

Jason made to impale Michael with the machete; Michael was struggling to break free of Jason's grip.

Wait

Jason cocked his head

Don't kill him yet son, I want to see what he is capable of

Jason listened to the voice of his mother.

He let go of Michael, and took a step back. Michael stared at Jason.

Michael grunted as he stabbed Jason in the gut; blackish blood spurted over his hand. Michael stared at what should been a victim, but the hockey masked giant was still standing.

He took the knife out and stabbed him in the shoulder.

Jason didn't move.

Okay, i guess we'll have to intimidate him.

Jason grabbed Michaels arm. he lifted him, knife stuck in his shoulder and threw him through the a boarded window. Shattered glass and splinters flew in all directions.

Jason followed his foe through the window.

Michael was starting to get up. he looked up and rolled to the side as Jason made to impale him the machete.

Jason striked again, and again, Michael rolled out of every attack.

Michael kicked at Jasons legs, giant stumbled back.

Michael stood up and pulled the knife out of Jasons shoulder. he grabbed Jason by the other shoulder and stabbed him in the chest, the gut, even the throat.

He still would not die.

Jason punched Michael. Michael stumbled back into what would of been the kitchen.

Michael watched as Jason followed him. he opened a drawer to find it full of more knives. he took one out and threw it at his foe, the knife stuck into Jason's chest; blood spurting out.

Michael threw another knife, and another. all of them stuck Into Jason, who grunted with every new knife. but he was still walking.

Jason swung his machete at Michael. Michael jumped back, the machete smashed through dusted glasses on the benches.

Jason swung again. it cut across Michaels chest, who stumbled back. he put his hand to his chest and looked at the blood.

I wonder if that is intimidating enough

Michael ran at Jason. he grabbed Jason by the back of his gruesome head and stabbed the knife right through the middle of his hockey mask, black blood spurted over Michaels mask.

Jason dropped the machete. Michael let go and stepped back, he watched as his foe fell backwards.

dead.

heh heh, good job Jason, you stupid motherfucker

Jasons stomach suddenly burst open. black blood and guts splattered all over the kitchen. Michael fell back as a shadowy figure flew out from Jason's corpse and out the kitchen window, laughing all the way.

"Freddy's back"

Loomis, Lori and Will watched as the shadow flew across the night sky.

"Shit. please tell me that's not..." Will started

"It is" Lori cryed.

They looked through the smashed window into the kitchen. Michael was back up. he saw Loomis, and growled.

"Run" Loomis warned. "RUN!"