It was decided that, that night, at five o clock, Jane and Grayson would leave the orphanage and search for their brother together. Jane was a bit nervous, this was their fifth time escaping, and every time they tried, they'd get caught, she wasn't looking forward to getting punished by the assistants, she was also still shaken up from the burnt man in her dream. Why was he there, and was he real? Where did he come from? Was he going to try to stop us?
"Maybe I just need some sleep ..." she sighed as she slipped into her bed and lifted the light purple blanket over to her chin. Jane just stared at the wooden planks that supported the bed her brother was on most of the time, thinking how they were going to leave this time. They had tried almost everything, sneaking out the front door while everyone was sleeping, trying to climb up chimney, running off when they made an excuse to go outside, they even tried the window.
"What am I getting myself into..." she thought to herself as the drowsiness that craved sleep began to take over her small body, slowly forcing her eyelids down, then sending her away to a land of dreams and nightmares.
The child was in her old room, screaming for help as the flames began to engulf her small frame. It all seemed so real to her, she could feel the smoke taking over her lungs, she could feel the anger of the flames, she could even feel it's harmful flicks that left nothing but a small burn onto her skin. Was this real, or was this fake? She couldn't tell, nor care, she just wanted to get out of her home. Her brain was spinning, she felt dizzy while the smoke just marched up her nose and clog her throat, until she couldn't handle it anymore and stopped resisting, which resulted to her passing out.
Jane snapped her eyes open, she was laying on a damp patch of grass. She sat up quickly and looked around, all she could see were old trees, bushes, dirt and grass.
"Where am I...?" She thought to herself as she slowly stood up. All of her injuries from the fire seemed like they were gone, but Jane was now wearing a black jacket with a white hood on, a black shirt, black leggings, black combat boots, and a black beanie that slightly slumped from the back fit onto her head, but in the fire, she was wearing her light blue silky nightgown. The little girl stood on the grass patch for as long as she could, just trying to process what had happened and where she was now. Suddenly, her attention was turned to the sound of metal rubbing against metal coming from behind her. She quickly spun around and faced the burnt boogie man.
"Hello, ghost girl..." the man and Jane soon disappeared from the forest and appeared in the orphanage. Jane's eyes widened with fear once she processed what was going to happen.
"No- don't kill me!"
Krueger gave Jane a disappointed look, then chuckled coldly.
"Oh no, in not going to kill you...yet...I'm gonna make a deal with ya, pipsqueak. I tell you exactly how to escape, and you help my creations and I kill off Voorhees, his daughter and that stupid doll."
Jane thought about it for awhile, she truly did want to make her brother proud, and she did like the idea of being free, but she had no idea how to fight or who exactly the people Krueger described were. Nonetheless, the child held out her hand, while the burnt Nightmare grabbed her hand and the two shook on it.

(Jessie's P.O.V)
After Jessie was rapidly shaken awake by her father, she blinked in disbelief. Wasn't she dead? How could this be? Then, she glanced over at her father, whom used to be just a myth she could believe in, and sighed. She was told how she was born, yet, it was still hard to understand what and how she was alive after her previous death. The girl sat up and stared in confusion at her new look. She looked older, she felt older, but how? She took another glance at Jason and finally figured out what had happened. The many years she'd been dead, or asleep, felt like a second to her, and over those years- instead of decaying, she just grew. No doubt though, that her skin looked rotten, her head had a huge gash in it, mold was even growing, her eyes were bloodshot, her clothes were dirty, she was dead.
"Jessie...Jessie. Jessie, it's your grandmother, dear..."
She sat up and whipped her head to the right, that voice was so painfully familiar, but who's voice was it? The curious girl stood up and headed towards the woods the direction she heard the voice.

----------------------------------------------

"Jessie, closer child, closer."
"This idiot."
Fallas stood by her co-worker, or brother. She had mimicked Jason's mother's voice, and she couldn't believe her arch nemeses would be ignorant enough to follow that voice. She glanced at her brother, a sign of sudden annoyance. She whispered coldly to the older boy.
"You said she'd make this interesting! I'm so bored I think I'm gonna be the one to die."
Conan smirked at his sister's frustration, then responded with a wink.
"Don't worry, Fall. This certain Voorhees can make anything interesting...the dumb@$$ made a huge scene about Jason. Jason Voorhees."
The blonde shrugged and crossed her arms.
"Whatever. This better be the one father wanted down."

"You really think there would be any other Voorhees around, retard?"

"Who knows..."

The two sat behind a few bushes and waited
And waited
And waited
They waited for at least an hour and a half, annoyed at how slow their enemy was.
"This is f*cking annoying..." Conan mumbled under his breathe as Fallas laid on the ground kicking her feet in the air.
What the two didn't know, was that Jessie had heard their conversation, she wasn't that dumb enough to fall for their trick, she knew her grandmother's voice way too well, and she never heard Pamala call her name three times. She decided to hide from the two and make them find her instead, by hiding, she just stood behind them.

Jessie went up to the two and tapped on their shoulders. Conan and Fallas turned around quickly, theirceyes widened in shock.

"How the hell did you-"

"Damnit! This is your fault. Conan!"

"My fault?! What about you? You were the one who complained the whole time! She probably heard you!"

"Oh look who's talking!"

Jessie stood there while the siblings argued, she was debating whether or not to just leave or to cut Fallas' head off, crush the bones and wear it over her head as if it were a Halloween mask.

Meanwhile, Grayson and Jane were making a run for it out of the orphanage and into the woods.  C