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January 28, 2015 9:23 a.m. -Jason's P.O.V.- It's been seven years since I've seen Willow. If it weren't for the fact that she was immortal, I would've thought her dead. I sat on my bed, holding Tuesday the Turtle and remembering all the times I spent with Willow. When I remembered how we were separated my eyes began to tear up, but before I could delve deeper into my own despair I heard the sound of a car pulling up. I stood, grabbing my machete and walked out into the hall just as there was a knock on my door. I opened the door, ready to chop someones head off, but I calmed down at the sight of Michael standing in front of me. "HEY JASON!!!!

January 27, 2015 11:46 p.m. The trio had no problems and the third day had come and gone before they knew it. Michael was driving, to allow GhostFace to get some sleep, and Willow was asleep in the back. And though it seemed everything was peaceful and fine, it was far from it. -Willow's P.O.V.- I couldn't see anything, but I heard something I had hoped to never hear again. "1, 2, Freddy's coming for you, 3, 4, Better lock your door, 5, 6, Get your crucifix, 7, 8, Gonna stay up late, 9, 10, NEVER SLEEP AGAIN!!!" Just as their twisted chant ended there was a bright flash and I could see, but I wish didn't. I was back in the boiler room. A demo

January 26, 2015 1:09 p.m. Michael and Willow were half way through the second day of their three day trip. Everything was going smoothly and they hadn't encountered anymore problems after they lost the police. Willow was still driving considering Michael still hadn't woken up yet, but she didn't mind, it gave her some time to think. 'I'm excited to get back to Crystal Lake and Jason, but...what if he doesn't remember me? What if he hates me for not finding a way to return to him sooner? What if he's not there anymore? What if he was taken away, like me? What if...what if he's...dead?' She thought anxiously as she continued on down the road.

January 25, 2015 6:27 a.m. Michael and Willow had been on the road for a little over eight hours and the Sun was just beginning to rise. Willow was asleep in the passenger seat while Michael continued to drive, still finding it hard to believe that after seven years the albino was now sitting beside him. 'I can't believe how easy that was. Not only did I finally kill Laurie, but I found Willow as well. It just seemed a bit too easy getting her out of there and away from that place...' Michael thought with a hint of worry. He was right, though, for just as he thought this flashing red and blue lights appeared behind them and sirens ripped thro

    Fourteen years ago, seven year old Willow Illiana Reynolds was abandoned by her parents in Camp Crystal Lake woods. She was found by Jason Voorhees, the camp killer. He took her in, raised her, protected her, but when Willow was fourteen Freddy Krueger returned for his revenge. At the end of the battle Willow had been taken away from Jason and locked away in Grace Anderson Sanitarium. Now seven years later Willow is twenty-one and she's about to get her only chance too return to Jason and back home to Camp Crystal Lake, but will she take it? Does she even remember Jason? Does Jason remember her? What will happen? Will the two reunite, or

July 24,2008 11:37 p.m. It's been six months since Freddy came back. Six months since Willow was taken from Jason. Six months since everything had taken a turn for the worse. After Willow had been stolen from him, Jason snapped. He stormed out of the camp grounds and to the town below. The killer tore the town apart looking for Willow, but he never found her. In a rage he murdered anyone who was unlucky enough to get in his way. After about a week of this and with no sign of Willow, Jason returned to Camp Crystal Lake. A few months later a yacht appeared in the lake near the edge of the property. It was full of teenagers heading to Manhattan.

January 24, 2007 1:26 p.m. It was a peaceful afternoon up at Camp Crystal Lake. They hadn't received any snow this year, which greatly lessened the amount of intruders during such brisk months. They had just finished off a group of drunk teenagers who had invaded the camp, and were currently making themselves sandwiches in the kitchen when there was a knock at the door... Jason and Willow froze, eyeing the door with uneasy glances. The knock came again. They looked at each other and nodded. Willow removed her mask, but still keeping her axe at her side, and approached the door slowly. Willow still looked fairly human, so she would answer the