Author's Note: Well, here it is, my very first fanfiction! This will be a crossover between the Halloween, Nightmare On Elm Street, and Friday The 13thslasher horror series. It is set in 2008, thus five years after Freddy vs. Jason. I will be ignoring Jason X, since the whole movie is ridiculous. I mean, a second earth? Super Jason? I don't think so.
The main characters are Danny Strode and Steven Lloyd from Halloween 6, Lisa and Jacob Johnson from Nightmare On Elm Street Parts 4 and 5, and my OC Rose Williams. And, of course, our three friendly neighbourhood slashers will be playing a prominent role.
And, without further ado, let's begin! Get comfy, turn the movie soundtracks on, and get ready for one horrifying ride!
MFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMLEGENDS OF TERRORChapter One: Powerful Things
Nightmares. It is not known where they came from. It is not known why they happen. But it is known that nightmares can have a profound, lasting effect. Especially if you are one of the Elm Street Children.
The town of Springwood, Ohio, had a dark secret. No matter how completely the adults of the town hid this secret from their offspring, it was still there. How Frederick Kruger had killed at least twenty of the town's children. How the grieved, enraged parents had burnt him to a crisp at the site of the murders. And how, most horrifyingly of all, he had come back anyway. He appeared in the dreams of his killers' remaining children, and took his revenge in the most gruesome possible ways. Most did not know what to make of it. A boy somehow trapped inside his waterbed. A girl jumping three feet in the air, jamming her head into a television. Another boy suddenly reduced to a shapeless mass of skin, emptied of his blood. One day, police responded to a call to find at least seven kids bloodily massacred at a pool party.
A conspiracy was born. A conspiracy to erase any and all possibility of Krueger entering the children's dreams. One by one, every minor in Springwood was put on Hypnocil, an experimental drug that prevented dreams. But Krueger found a way back, in the form of Jason Voorhees.
Jason. The undead zombie killer that severely punished any who dared to disturb his stomping ground of Camp Crystal Lake. Who worshipped his mother's severed head like a god. He wore a hockey mask to hide his grotesque features. Five years ago, Freddy and Jason fought, both in the waking and dream worlds. The outcome of this fight is uncertain, but it is certain that both will return. You can't kill the undead. And nightmares can be truly powerful things…
MFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMRose didn't know how she'd gotten there. She didn't know why, either. But she didn't care. All she knew was that something in that house was calling to her.
It wasn't a very impressive house. In fact, it was thoroughly dilapidated. The paint had almost all peeled off, revealing ugly, termite-infested wood. The windows were all boarded up, and the address – 1428 Elm Street – was practically unreadable. The grass it stood on was now the nauseating shade you get when you mix up all the colours in the paint box.
But something was in there. Something warm and inviting and homelike. Rose shivered and tore her eyes from the house for the first time since she'd arrived. It was nighttime. Her long blonde hair fluttered around her face as a cool breeze blew some leaves down the sidewalk. Her frilly white nightgown billowed around her ankles. She turned back to the house. But… now it was different.
No, the house was the same. But there were… children in front of it. About a dozen of them, in party dresses and sailor suits, playing various games, not paying Rose any attention. Some were playing hopscotch, some were tossing a large ball around, and three little girls, all about six or seven years old, were skipping rope. The children were singing, in perfect unison, an eerie, echoing chant:
One, two, Freddy's coming for you.
Three, four, better lock your door.
Five, six, grab your crucifix.
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late.
Nine, ten, never sleep again.
Rose walked hesitantly up the front walk of the old house. There was something strange about these kids. Almost like… they weren't really there. Or maybe she wasn't. Rose walked up the creaky steps and put her hand on the doorknob. She turned around. The youngsters still didn't seem to notice her. They had begun singing their "One, two" song again. Rose turned the knob.
Suddenly, she heard a dozen small voices cry out behind her. Spinning around, she saw all the children had abandoned their games and were running towards her. But now they were horrifying to look at. They were all horribly burned, dead skin falling off even as they ran. And the wounds… thin cuts had opened up all over their bodies, and trickles of blood ran like little streams, soaking the dead lawn below. Rose gave a scream, half of disgust and half of fear, and hurried into the house, slamming the door and turning the lock.
Hearing nothing from outside, she peered through the small, semi-circular window at the top of the door. The lawn and bleeding children were gone. Instead there was a hallway, leading to God knew where.
Very cautiously, Rose unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway. She had completely forgotten her original goal of exploring the house. The beckoning thing had moved, to whatever was at the end of the hallway.
That turned out to be a door. A big, heavy, rusted, ancient door. Rose gave the handle a hopeless tug, sure that years of rust had ruined any chance of it opening. But open it did, and very easily. She now found herself in what appeared to be a boiler room. A large fire roared inside the open furnace. Rose stepped forward, looking for the thing that was calling, now more insistently than ever.
SCRIIIIIIIIIIITCH…Rose stopped dead. Something was there with her. And whatever it was definitely wasn't warm and inviting and homelike. She turned around. What she saw made her scream.
It was a man, but she didn't realize this at first glance. His face was horribly burned, much worse than the children she had seen outside. He wore brown pants and a filthy red and green striped sweater. A ragged old fedora rested at a jaunty angle on his bald skull. His yellow teeth grinned menacingly at her. And worst of all was the old work glove on his right hand, ending in four, long, sharp, wicked razors where the fingers should have been. He clicked them together with a dark chuckle. He parted his fleshless lips and spoke in a demonic, guttural whisper:
"Roses are red, violets are blue. I am dead… and so are you!"
The burned man rushed at her, his makeshift claws held aloft. Rose had a split second to react. She could either scream again and be chased around a badly lit boiler room by monstrous thing that wanted to kill her, or she could do something else. So she did something else.
Rose lunged for the man's legs. Not expecting this, he tripped and fell headfirst into the open furnace. Not waiting to see what would happen, Rose scrambled to her feet and began sprinting back down the corridor. As she reached the open door of the old house, she glanced back over her shoulder. The man was burning, but still alive. He had been telling the truth. He was dead. He ran for her, scraping the razors along the iron walls.
The terrified girl ran into the house. In front of her was another long hallway, lined with windows, with an open door at the far end! Rose ran with all her might, her long legs quickly closing the distance. But when she was only ten feet away, another man stepped into the doorway, and he looked just as menacing as the one behind her.
This man was tall and muscular, dressed in navy mechanic's coveralls. A mask, a full-head latex Halloween mask topped with fake brown hair, covered his face. The mask was white, absolutely emotionless, devoid of expression. In his right hand, the man gripped a large kitchen knife.
Rose skidded to a halt. The man seemed disoriented, as though he didn't know where he was. Then he noticed the blonde girl. He tilted his head in slight surprise, and then raised his knife, taking slow, methodical steps towards her. Rose looked behind her. The burn-faced man was closing in. There was nothing for it. She turned on her heel and dove through the nearest window.
She flew for what seemed an eternity, and then hit wood. Hard. But there was no time to rest. Rose needed to run. She got up, stumbled, fell, and then twisted around to see if either of her attackers was coming.
They were both gone. She was in the same hallway she had just escaped. The window was intact. Rose breathed a shaky sigh of relief.
That's when the window shattered, and a third man, far larger than the other two, burst his upper body through. His heavily scarred hand held a huge machete, and crazed, dark eyes stared at her through a decaying hockey mask. The hand not holding the machete grabbed Rose's long hair and effortlessly dragged her through the broken window, ignoring her shrieks…
MFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGG!!!Rose Marie Williams woke with a scream of pure terror. She looked around. She was in her bed. Her alarm clock had just rung 7:00 AM, signalling the start of the school week.
Her whole body was trembling. Just a nightmare, just a horrifying, terrible nightmare… She could still hear the claws of the burned man, still see the horrible mask of the man in the coveralls, and still feel the rough hand of the man with the hockey mask as he pulled her through the window…
Rose began to pull the blanket off her, and her left hand smarted. She found it was bleeding, due to the three glass shards embedded in the palm.
Nightmares really are powerful things.
MFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMFJMAuthor's Note: How was that? Again, this is my first fanfic, so bear with me if some of the writing is awkward. R & R, if you please. Constructive criticism would be appreciated.
What was the beckoning presence? Why are Michael and Jason appearing in Rose's nightmare? Just who the heck is Rose, and why is Freddy targeting her? Find out in Chapter Two of… Legends Of Terror !!!