Four Stories Later
Cloaks and Clashes
The group stood in awe at what they saw before them. Just beyond the dark gates of the cemetary lay a town. Though, like the boneyard they had been in, there were many oddities and abnormalities to this town. The buildings were thrown together with crumbling bricks, rot on all the wood and mold on every wall, uneven, with threat to tilt and fall at any moment. The roofs were all lined with dangerous looking spikes, upon which bats rested from their tiresome flights. Dimly lit street lamps were erected along the streets of brick, every lamp post like a gothic candy cane, purple and white.
The town was built aroudn a fountain spewing green water from the mouth of a gargoyle. The water was flowing too quickly, and splashed out to spray passerby. The residents were also odd and abnormal. Some were fat, some short, others tall and dark. Some had eyes that glew red and some had teeth instead of a head. But one thing they all had in common: they were mostly dead.
"This is my home!" Jack announces, spreading his arms wide as if to hug the looming moon, "This is Halloween Town!"
Kenny backed slightly behind the group, ducking away from the scenery. Wally didn't blame him, the town was scary, but it didn't seem like anyone had any harmful intentions. Bubbles and Kirby were fine, excited by all the new sites and different cultures of the odd society they had stumbled into the middle of. The excited duo took off into the mess of monsters and goulish creations, disappearing.
"Hey wait a second!" Wally shouted, beginning to go after them.
Jack lay a bony yet reassuring hand on Wally's shoulder, "Don't worry. They'll be okay. I know that where you come from we seem scary and harmful, but the residents here only want to have fun. Nobody is going to hurt your friends, allow them to enjoy themselves."
Wally argued with himself and Jack's words at first, but soon decided that Jack new the area best, and his word could be trusted. The tension was gone, Wally relaxed. A mistake. The sharp sound of blades cutting the air zipped past his ear, and the slight breeze of an object moving quickly tickled his face. Then the sound of metal hitting brick. Wally looked down, on the ground was an odd looking thing to use for a weapon, it was a black stick with a star on the end of it. One of the stars many tips were dug into the ground, and from that location many cracks split, an attempt to pull the stick out would most likely destroy the brick.
Wally spun around and followed the direction the stick had come from. Standing on the stonewall of the graveyard, a figure with a hood. A white cloak, complete with a hood that blocked out the person's face. All that could be seen from under the hood was a pair of glowing yellow eyes. The rest of the man was very dangerous in appearence, and mismatched. Most of the clothing was black and heavy looking, sturdy but light. However the cuffs of the figures gloves, as well as the bottem rim of his shoes were pink. Spikes protrude from his knuckles, and around the edges of his suit.
"Hmf, my last one." the figure mutters, glaring down at Wally and his companions.
"Hey! What was that for you cruddy jerk!" Wally demands, clenching both hands into fists and gripping the ground with his feet.
"You're going to get in my way if I let you live. Your intentions aren't any good for me. So I've decided I'm going to kill you." the figure says, and reaches over his shoulder.
From behind his back a sword emerges. A blade of black that reflects the moon, and a hilt of demonic blue. With little warning the figure lunges at Wally, sword brought with ease into a killing dive. Wally leaps backwards, and the figure lands on the ground where he once stood. The figure again dives towards Wally, but he's ready this time. Wally ducks, the sword missing by inches. His foot swings into the air, a sickening thud and a squashing sound.
The figure falls back, but catches his balance quickly. Wally jumps up, and with strength rivaling that of a wrecking ball, smashes his fist into the figures chest. The sword drops from his hand, crashing as it hits the ground. It begins to glow a dark purple, then disappears in a similarly colored array of sparkles that float skywards and vanish.
"What a useless weapon, I don't know why I even dragged it along." the figure mutters, and jumps backwards, "I underestimated you, but now I know how you fight. I will return." He then fades away, disappearing entirely as if he never existed.
"What.. was that all about?" Jack asks, concern in his voice.
"I don't know... But I showed that jerk who's the boss!" Wally shouts, ripping the star stick from the ground. The brick crumbles into dust as the stick is removed, blowing off by the wind.
"What is that thing?" a familiar voice questions. The little radio emerges from Wally's pocket to take a look at the object.
"I don't know... But I know someone who might be able to tell us! Follow me gentlemen!" Jack announces, and turns in the direction of a looming tower.
Jimmy is hard at work in his lab, examining the memories of supernatural killer Jason Voorhees. He jots notes on a piece of paper as the memories flash on, like an autobiographical film.
"One thing in particular makes me curious... it seems that the only person Jason obeys is his mother, who's been deceased for a period of time." Jimmy notes to himself.
Another memory on the screen. A dark forest, and a girl runs in terror. The machette pins the girl to the tree, and she gasps for her last moments of life before her sight fades. Jason stands infront of the tree, curiously watching the girl die. He turns to head back into the forest, his home from which he came. An old woman stands, wearing a pink robe.
"But.. this is much after she's dead!" Jimmy shouts to himself, gazing at the computer screen with intrigue.
The old woman begins to speak, "Jason sweety, my very special boy. You're not dead, you're only sleeping. Yes Jason, only sleeping. You see Jason, you have a gift. A very special gift for my special boy. No matter what they do to you, you can never die! Now Jason, I need you to listen to me! The children on Elmstreet have been very naughty. They must be punished! Go forth Jason! And punish those naughty children!"
Jason spins around, his hulking figure stalking away into the darkness of the forest behind him.
"What was that?" Jimmy asks alowed, he pauses the memories for a moment and opens a search engine.
In the space provided Jimmy enters one key piece in the last memory that caught his attention: Elm Street. A series of news articles about a child killer shows on the screen. The killers name is Feddy Kreuger. He had been badly burned by the parents of Elm Street after their children had been molested and murder by the psychopath. But after he died, he seemed to endlessly return, killing the children of Elm Street as they slept by entering their nightmares.
Another article catches Jimmy's attention: "Jason on Elm Street." He clicks the page but it's been blocked by the Elm Street police. A few moments later, after a bit of hacking, the page shows and Jimmy reads the article:
"In July of 2003, the supernatural murderer known as Jason Voorhees appeared on the streets of Elm Street. He murdered over twenty victims. He was stopped at a medical institution by a group of teenagers, who returned him to Crystal Lake through use of tranquilizers. However he jolted awake, and tipped the van infront of the old camp. It's at this location that the teenagers claimed to have pulled Freddy Kreuger out of Jason's nightmares. They say that Freddy had attempted to murder Jason as he slept. Only two survived, they claim that Freddy had entered Jason's dream and tricked him into murdering those on Elm Street. The two survivors are now being kept at a new medical institution on Elm Street."
Ideas spill into Jimmy's mind, and he gazes curiously at the sleeping killer.