Happy Halloween, everybody, and welcome back once again this month as we continue Michael's battle against Freddy in this hair-rising Dream World clash. While Freddy naturally has the advantage over Michael, our masked villain refuses to go down without a fight and this battle of Boogeymen continues on!
Disclaimer: I don't own Friday the 13th, A Nightmare on Elm Street, or Halloween.

*Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes begins*

Freddy roared as he swung both sets of claws at Michael's throat and stomach wound before blood ran down his neck. With his head still cocked in a taunting fashion at Freddy's anger, Michael stabbed his foe's foot before grabbed his throat and throttling him as he was clawed at.

The Dream Demon sneered as he cut into Michael and launched him into a nearby car where the back of his head hit the radio. As Michael sat still for a time, some Busta Rhymes music came on before the silent brute slammed his fist into the radio and destroyed it before slamming his foot into the pedal.

He drove the car at Freddy before he lightly pressed his foot on the front of the vehicle and it went flipping into the air until it smashed against a railing. Roughly smashing against the floor with the railing falling down on him, Freddy snickered as he hopped atop the car and slashed the bottom open before retrieving Michael's unmoving form from within.

"Know somethin', Mike. You've never celebrated Halloween the right way before, have you?" Freddy sneered before tossing him into a massive basket and Michael looked around. To his confusion, he looked around to see the boiler room had become an outdoor ceremony with several bonfires and multiple druids stood over him with torches while one had a can of gasoline.

"Samhain's here, Dick-or-Treat, and you're the first one to go." Freddy cackled before the druid covered him in gasoline and emptied the rest of the canister down Michael's throat. One of the druids shoved the torch into his mouth before lighting the inside of it ablaze while he was set alight by the other beings and Freddy again slashed his eyes before slamming a Jack-O-Lantern onto his head.

Despite his flaming body and his lack of vision with the Jack-O-Lantern on him, Michael marched to Freddy's cackling and lifted him off the ground before thrashing him with all his might with his raspy breathing growing weaker by the minute. He head-butted Freddy with enough force for the jack-o-lantern to break into pieces while his foe cut at his stomach wound and the fiend kept attacking him.

Freddy knocked him back and slashed either side of his throat before Michael stamped his ribs with his boot. The homicidal mute attacked even with his insides on fire and Freddy cackled as his skin burned to a similar texture as his opponent.

Meanwhile

"What the hell?!" Steven said as Michael's flaming body caused the inside of the bus to engulf to where it wildly spun around with the driver being incinerated. As the bus slammed into the other cars of the convoy, Steven and Lynda's in particular were slammed off the road to where they smashed into a nearby tree and his head roughly slammed against the dashboard.

As the airbags inflated, Lynda remained unmoving while Steven slumped over and didn't get back up while the flaming bus exploded from the flames reaching the tailpipe where the gurney Michael was strapped was launched into the air. The gurney spiraled about until it landed in a nearby river and was carried for several minutes until coming ashore.

Michael lay still before his eyes snapped open and he ripped free of his restraints as he shoved the gurney underwater. With his shallow breathing coming to a complete stop within his slightly charred mask, he looked around the forest that was in front of him and cracked his knuckles before walking into the night.

Later in the day

"Sleep all right?" Erika asked Lori as they walked through town.

"The best I've had in a long time." Lori smiled.

"That's good. While we're here, I'll show you all the good about this place that you won't even think about some unmentionable places here." Erika said and they looked to see an old man sitting next to a bridge drinking from a flask.

"Hey, Abel." Erika said to the old man and he lifted up his straw hat to see them.

"I must be in Heaven to see two kind generous young people again." Abel said.

"Lori, this is Abel. Abel, this is my friend Lori from back home." Erika said.

"Good to meet you, Abel." Lori said as the stench of alcohol came from his breath.

"Sister Erika and Sister Lori, it's a grace to see the both of my sistren." Abel said and either girl looked to each other with smiles.

"Good to see you still like your whiskey the same way." Erika said.

"'Tis for warning my fellow brothers and sisters of the dangers that befouls them." Abel said.

"What danger is this time?" Erika said.

"The shadow of Death looms over us all!" Abel said while rising his hands in the air like a disgruntled priest and Lori was thrown a calming look by Erika.

"You don't know how right you are, Mr. Abel." Lori said.

"I live to deliver His wisdom to all who heed His warning! Go back from whence ye came!" Abel said and Erika chuckled before beginning to leave.

"See you later, Abel." Erika said before she and Lori began to walk off with Abel continuing to ramble even after they had gone as another elder man approached.

"Brother, heed His warning less ye invite Damnation himself!" Abel cried to the old man, who only shot him a stare that was as cold as steel to where he staggered back and took a swig of his flask. Without a sound, the old man walked around and left the drunk alone.

"Is he always like that?" Lori asked.

"Yeah, but he's harmless even though he always harping over Death and some man he calls Brother Ralph." Erika said.

"He has a brother named Ralph?" Lori asked.

"Supposedly, there was a guy named Ralph that used to live around these parts long ago who was just as drunk as Abel back there always talking about how people were doomed and such." Erika said.

"Good to see people here in Crystal Lake are as nice as ever." Lori smiled.

"Yeah, and then there's Police Chief Mancuso who kind of reminds me of Deputy Lloyd back home." Erika said as they headed to a small convenience store for slushies and she eyed a sign that read No Food stamps.

"Some things never change." Erika thought to herself as she tasted the slushy while she and Lori made their way to a bench that sat next to a sign that read Higgins Haven to the left and Packanack Lodge to the very right down a long road. As the two girls talked to another, they failed to notice the shape of an ominous shadow standing down the room from them that disappeared after a while and the two moved on in time.

Meanwhile

"Jesus Christ, what could have happened here?" Crystal Lake Police Chief Franklyn, or simply Frankie, Mancuso Jr. said as he observed the carnage of Michael's convoy with the bus he was burned beyond recognition and the bodies of the Ridgemont Sanitarium and guards strewn about on the road.

At the Wessex County Hospital, Steven lie in a hospital bed with the staff unsure if or when he'd awaken with the same applying to Lynda. Nancy the police officer looked to Steven with concern for a while and looked out the window with uncertainty.

Later in the day at around Eve, the old man that Abel had encountered stood in front of the grave of Pamela Voorhees and simply stared at it before hearing a noise behind him. He looked to see it was Jason and the two men stared at the other for a time before the Hockey Masked fiend moved closer to him.

Ki-Ki-Ki-Ma-Ma-Ma

Happy Halloween, guys, and sorry this chapter wasn't longer but I couldn't think of very much to do with this one but it is my hope that you enjoyed the brawl between Freddy and Michael. To incorporate the spirit of Samhain into the fight scene, I described it just as Dr. Loomis described in the second Halloween film and even had Michael be the one that burns in the basket.

Speaking of Michael, if you guys know what the joke about him beating up the radio station playing Busta Rhymes' music is about, then you have good a good sense of humor.

Now that Michael apparently woke up from his brawl with Freddy, the question is where will he go now and what will our dream demon do along with the fate of Steven and Lynda.

The Police Chief of Crystal Lake is named in honor of the producer of the Paramount Pictures Friday the 13th movies Frank Mancuso Jr. and the police officer Nancy is the little girl that Jason encountered in Jason Lives while Abel is the drunk from Friday the 13th part 3.

Who is the old man standing over Pamela's grave, you may ask? We'll find out next chapter and I don't know when I'll write that but I certainly won't wait until the next Friday the 13th in April to do it.

So, until I come up with a more solid chapter, Happy Halloween and I'll see you guys next time.