This is based off of Lady Voorhees'' story that she had written called "The Strange Good Girl", featuring Jason Voorhees and her OC Lisa. (Lisa is used with permission!) I'll have a link to her and her story below. Seriously, if you haven't read it, check it out, it's amazing! (Provided that you can handle gore, language, violence, adult content, and fluff. You have been warned.)
That being said, if you CAN'T handle language, violence, gore, adult content, or "killer" fluff, then what the fuck are you doing here?! Read something else! (Seriously, there's graphic content in here, you HAVE BEEN WARNED!) I can't stress this enough, check your damn filters!
Since this one is gonna go more in depth, here's a bit of a longer summary:: While out by herself for the first time since she can ever truly remember, Lisa stumbles upon a strange, devil worshiping cult/militia that have chosen the old Counselor Training Center to be their new den of sin. Despite being at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, she's got Jason Voorhees. However, while slaughtering the foolish stragglers that strayed from the safety of the pack, the deadly pair soon disrupt a brutal ritual of child sacrifice that was about to be performed. They also discover that there is more to the leader of this vile cult then they initially thought. The Crystal Lake Killer and his beautiful mate are about to face their toughest challenge yet... and it may not be what you think...
Guardian Angels:: Devils and Debauchery
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Heaving a heavy sigh, the girl clad in black watched as her breath hung heavy in the cold winter air. She partially crouched on the snow-covered dock, gazing over the frozen lake. The entire forest and surrounding campgrounds were covered in glistening, stark white and ice that shimmered like diamonds in the mid-afternoon sun. It was truly a treat for the eyes to behold; untouched, pristine, quiet, and calm. For the first time since Lisa could remember, she was all alone, and she wasn't afraid to be so.
The girl slung her bow onto her back, smiling to herself. Jason had indeed helped her become a stronger person. Six months ago, she would have never even imagined herself in the middle of the woods, in the snow, all by herself. (Hell, the girl could have quite possibly given herself an anxiety attack just THINKING about it once upon a time!) While the Huntress of Crystal Lake and her mate just adored one another, they both understood the value of personal space and the need for some alone time every now and again. Besides, after a week of being coped up inside on strict bed rest from Jason until her wounds from their latest escapade had healed, Lisa needed some personal time by herself.
'Come to think of it... it was only a week.' Lisa thought to herself, looking down at her right thigh.
A gunshot wound and a knife stab... and the stitches were able to come out just the day before. Brushing her hand across the stitches on her pants over her thigh, the girl mentally noted that over the course of the last few months of living at Crystal Lake with Jason, any injuries she sustained while out on the hunt would steadily heal at a faster than normal rate. Not quite as fast as her mate's impressive regenerative abilities, but it was greater then that of a normal human's. For which the girl was grateful. Whenever Lisa fell sick or injured, Jason became even more protective and assertive than usual, rarely letting her out of his sight.
'Maybe he remembered what happened the last time he kept me on bed rest for too long.'
The girl snickered to herself, reliving the fond memory; swiping the big guy's battle-scarred hockey mask right off his head and baiting him into a game of "catch me if you can". How she ran, and dashed to and fro through the woods, until he eventually tricked and outsmarted her, finally captured her, and claimed her, by way of leaving his mark upon her and filling his essence within her. As much as Lisa enjoyed it when her mate DID catch her, he had been having a harder time of it as of late. Her sense of smell and hearing had become much sharper and her eyes even adapted to the dark. The slightest tremor in the ground or scent in the air; Lisa had learned to read as though it were an open book. She was, in essence, a sleek and precise predator, groomed by none other than Jason Voorhees himself.
Standing up and covering her nose and mouth with her scarf, Lisa continued with her walk around the lake, her thoughts keeping her company. Like a cat, the girl darted into the brush, melding into her surroundings as she moved. The only sound she made was the unavoidable crunching of knee-deep snow under thick-treaded winter boots. Gazing at the gorgeous, albeit frigged surroundings, Lisa licked her lips, already thinking about what she'd like to do with Jason once she returned to their lair. Their lair, somehow it still sent excited chills up and down her spine just thinking about it that way.
'He's still got those chains mounted on the wall behind the bed down there.'
Yeah, she could have some real fun with those. Then the girl thought about the sight of his enormous, powerful, muscular form bound to the bed, completely naked and at her mercy. And those eyes, surprisingly expressive mismatched eyes gazing back up at her, silently pleading and begging with her to just take him as she sees fit. Then she would tease him until in was unbearable. Torture the massive brute into submission before rewarding him with the release he craved. Yes, that mental image sent excited shivers throughout her entire body. They'd been taking it easy since the night of that major blizzard, so perhaps something a bit more adventurous was in order for tonight. However, before the girl could finalize her surprise date-night plans she had in mind for Jason, the loud hum of engines not too far off caught her attention.
More than likely trucks or SUVs of some sort, as the loud noise gave it away and there was no way anyone would be getting a regular sedan or flashy sports car up in these parts with the snow covering the dirt roads and trails. Cautiously, Lisa followed the sounds, catching sight of a large black and red pickup truck, laden with multiple passengers in the back, all whooping and hollering, barreling down the path that led to the old lodge that had been, the Camp Counselor Training Center. (Or it was, right up until Jason got through with it. That was actually one of his first massacres, if she recalled correctly.) The girl had been up this way before. It was in the early Fall and Jason was showing her around the entirety of his territory. They had even put a project on hold until the Spring thaw, expanding the tunnels to reach this place.
Lisa knew that her mate would want to know about this. Trespassers! Lots of them by the looks of things. She came across even more tire tracks in the snow, indicating that more large vehicles had come up this way. But, before returning to the safety of the underground lair, Lisa followed from a safe distance to scout out as much as she could. Best to know what you're up against before you strike! Then hit them when they least expect it.
'Why can't they just leave us the fuck alone?!' she seethed, inwardly.
Winter was when they were supposed to get a reprieve from all the killing and hunting. First the idiots at the barn last week and now this?! When Lisa came upon the dilapidated, two story lodge perched on top of a hill overlooking the lake, she kept to the trees and shadows. Though as a precaution, the girl took her bow off her back and pulled out an arrow from the quiver by her side. Several trucks and SUVs, eight or so by a quick count, including what appeared to be a modified military personnel carrier, were parked in such a way that a quick getaway could be made if necessary. (A smart move, Lisa had her vehicles back at the house parked in a similar matter.) There was a lot of noise that could be heard, most of it coming from the lodge as multiple voices yammered on unintelligibly, muffled out by the obnoxious heavy metal music playing. People running in and out, unloading heavy looking crates and boxes from the trucks and bringing them into the lodge. These people seemed to have thought of everything, generators for electricity, food, bedding, at first Lisa thought it may have been for some sort of party, right up until she saw the men and women patrolling the perimeter, wearing body armor and carrying assorted guns, mostly rifles and sidearms. Other weapons the girl took note of were knives, a few swords, and there was even a woman with unusual icy white hair tied back in a ponytail, dishing out orders with what appeared to be a whip coiled across her shoulder and chest. The vast majority of the people, ranging from fifteen year olds and twenty-somethings all the way up into possibly late fifties if not older, were dressed in black and red hooded robes, some plain, others decked out in various adornments or embroidered in some way.
Stealthily, Lisa spied on the group of teens through a dirty window in one of the rooms that used to be an office, getting as close as she dared. They must have been the ones that she just saw on the road. Eagerly, all of them were stripping out of their regular clothes and putting on those robes, uncaring of seeing each other naked at all. In fact, a few of them were already sneaking in some group quickies while they were in there! By the time Lisa had gotten to about thirty, the girl lost count of exactly how many people were treading upon sacred land and defiling Pamela Voorhees' memory. She had come across some weird decorations hanging from a few of the tree branches; animal bones, beads, and metal charms arranged like macabre wind chimes. There was graffiti all over the lodge's walls and the great big open porch/deck towards the front doors, mostly depicting upside down pentagrams, fire, death, a red devil impaling an angel with a pitchfork, and a few crude hockey masks along with "Mama's Boy", "Child of the Devil", "Bring Hell on Earth", and "God is Dead." Through another window, in the main common room of the building was what appeared to be some sort of alter being set up. Strong, smokey smells like marijuana, tobacco, and various herbs filled the air, originating from inside as the celebration of damnation and debauchery was about the get underway. Then the full weight of what they would be up against began to sink in. Weird religious symbolism, creepy robes, and a healthy selection of various weapons that could rival Jason's armory!
'Holy shit! Is... is this... some sort of cult?!' Lisa asked herself, eyes widening.
Some sort of Devil Worshiping Militia cult?! Moving out here, to Crystal Lake? Of course... what else?! The longer the girl stayed, the more uneasy she felt and that familiar anxiety began to tug at her. Right about now, she really wanted Jason by her side. Having lingered long enough, Lisa decided that it was time to go. While creeping back into the woods, the girl nearly froze upon stumbling into two men, one particularly larger than the other, carrying a rifle and the other holding a sawed off shotgun. They looked to be in their mid-thirties, twisted redneck sorts, smelled strongly of beer and cigarettes, yet both surprisingly fit. Beneath their black robes, Lisa could make out the camo hunting gear that they were wearing and could see the bulge of body armor as well. The greasy brunette just grinned, displaying rotted, chewing tobacco-stained teeth, while his bigger, black-haired partner with a ratty beard spoke.
"Say there, what's a pretty lil' birdie like you doin' so far away from the rest of the flock?"
"Cornell, that ain't one o' the new recruits. I kept my eye on every one of them, especially the girls." muttered the other one, leaning in close as he readied his shotgun, "But I'd bet Lady Amelia won't say no if we invite this purdy thing to the communion tonight. We'll need something else to play with after we've used up the other one for all she's worth. And looks to me like she's seen too much already."
Lisa listened intently, purposely making herself look like a frightened doe trapped in the headlights of a car in an effort to get them to lower their guard. The girl slowly stepped backwards, keeping her posture meek and nonthreatening, though in her mind, she was already whipping up a plan in which to take these two Deliverance rejects out! First, she'd have to get them away from here. Killing them too close to their compound would only alert the rest of the pack.
"Danny, I think this little thing was out here huntin'... look at er'." Cornell mentioned, gesturing to the abnormally quiet girl that just stared at him, still holding her bow and arrow in hand, "Are you broke, girl? How come ye don't say nothin'?"
'Believe me, asshole, you wouldn't like what I'd have to say.' Lisa thought to herself, fighting the urge to sneer at the overconfident fools.
"I like girls that don't run their yap. They don't scream while I get them pregnant out in the woods!" Cornell snickered, taking a large step forward, reaching out with his free hand to grab her.
Him too, huh? What was with Crystal Lake? Always attracting severe sexual deviants! Lisa surveyed her situation in a brief moment and acted quickly. They were relaxed, confident that the two of them had their prey cornered, submissive, and helpless. Before either of the two occultists realized what had happened, Lisa bolted into the steadily darkening woods.
"By Asmodeus' twisted goatee... come on, girlie! Nothin' to be 'fraid of here!" Danny groaned, lightly thwaking his partner with the butt of his rifle before they gave chase, "You just HAD to mention rapin' er', didn't cha?"
"May as well rape the bitch before we gut her!"
The two of them followed the trail of boot prints left behind in the snow, completely unaware that at this very moment, they were being played like an old fiddle. By now, Lisa had baited Danny and Cornell well away from the crowded and fortified lodge and was heading back towards the cabins. More importantly, to a patch of woods where the girl knew there was a trip line connected to the bells in the tunnels, not to mention a few snares. Lisa skidded to a halt, keen ears perked and alert while she took a whiff of the air. Her pursuers were still chattering to each other and she could smell the reek of cheep convenience store beer off of them.
"Come on out, lil' darlin'... we ain't gonna play too rough with ya." Cornell called out.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute... what about... him? Think he's really out here?" Danny questioned, in a hushed whisper, "The child of the She-Devil?"
Lisa could hear the other man let out an audible groan and if she had to guess, he probably rolled his eyes too.
"Pfttt... about as likely as a demon that hunts ya in yer dreams! But, if he is, then we better catch the lil' bitch first before he does, don't we?"
'Oh... you... needn't worry about that... darlin'.' Lisa spat inwardly, her thoughts dripping with sarcasm and mockery as she hastily dug through the snow, finally coming across when she was looking for.
Without a second thought, the girl yanked on the worn out but still usable rope she had just uncovered multiple times. Taking in a deep breath and looking up to the branches of a sturdy tree, the girl knew it was time to change tactics. Time to turn the hunters into the hunted!
"Best be careful like, she was armed with her little toy," Danny whispered.
"Yeah, as if that frightened lil' fawn even knows how to use it!"
Oh how Cornell was about to eat his own words... hard! Both men followed the trail in the snow, leading right under the tree Lisa had perched herself in. She could still hear them talking, speculating about where she could have gone, that she couldn't hide forever, and that they would be far more merciful then Jason would be should HE find her. Doing her best to keep herself from sighing too heavily in annoyance, the girl pulled back her arrow and took aim.
'Morons!'
Thankfully for Lisa, it seemed as though roughly nine out of ten people that came to wander about the campgrounds and woods never seemed to look up. Smirking beneath her scarf, the girl released her arrow, burying it right in the back of the loudmouth's skull. The razor-sharp tip pierced through Cornell's eye, and before he could make another sound, he dropped to the ground, painting the snow below him deep crimson.
"Hey there Cornell, what's-WHAT THE FUCK?! CORNELL?!" Danny yelped, eyes wide with shock as he bent down to his slain partner's level.
He looked up in time to see the black raincoat-clad girl, perched precariously on a thick tree branch loading another arrow into her bow. Snarling, the man raised his shotgun and pointed it right at her, causing Lisa to reconsider her next move.
'Fuck, I hate those things!'
With a silent yelp, Lisa withdrew her arrow and instead slipped out of the tree. A loud 'BANG' echoed throughout the woods as the shotgun went off. The shot pellets tore through the branches and part of the tree trunk where she had been just seconds earlier, creating many mangled and ugly splinters within the wood. While the snow may have partially cushioned her fall, it would do nothing to stop the next shotgun round from turning her into ground meat! As fast as her legs would carry her, Lisa bolted deeper into the woods.
"You fuckin' whore! I'll have ya skinned alive and flayed fer killin' my cousin! Comm'er!"
Danny continued to scream and shout obscenities as he gave chase, firing another round into the steadily growing darkness. The deafening bang at such close range caused Lisa to flinch a little and her ears to ring. While the man stopped to reload, she whipped around, drawing back an arrow and firing. Danny let out a loud yell as the arrow pierced his arm, making it harder for him to effectivly load and use his shotgun. However, in his rage as he stomped forward, he failed to notice the nasty surprise hidden beneath the snow.
A sly smile spread across Lisa's face as a metallic clamp rang throughout the forest and a pained yowl came from Danny's mouth as he tripped face first into the ground. Carefully, the girl approached, catching sight of the sorry excuse of a man struggling to get his ankle out of the cruel jaws of a bear trap. When he fell, his shotgun slipped just out of reach. So, while Danny struggled and cursed, trying to break free, Lisa sprang into action. Before the occultist could even comprehend what was happening, he found himself staring down the barrels of his own weapon. The scarf that had been covering up her face had since fallen off, revealing her fiendish grin. This was not that scared little woman anymore... that... that was nothing more than a well formulated facade. Only now that it was too late did Danny realize that he and Cornell had made the foolish decision to chase the Huntress of Crystal Lake on her own home turf.
"Fuck m-me... sent straight to Hell... by... a-a-a tiny lil' fawn..." Danny realized, his eyes widened with terror.
"You're not my type!" Lisa mouthed, her finger squeezing the trigger until it went off.
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The day had been going by rather slowly for Jason. But after a week of looking after his rather frisky, restless, and mischievously playful mate, it was kind of nice to have a little bit of time to himself. Just him and Mother, the way it used to be... not that Jason would ever want that old arrangement to be permanent, mind you. Nope, by the time the sun began to set, Lisa would return home and they'd cook dinner together, enjoy some quality bonding time by the fire, maybe catch up on the local news, before returning to their bed for the night where he would make ravenous and passionate love to his mate until she lay beneath him in a blissful state of exhaustion.
Jason let out a soft grunt, shaking his head while he scraped away the old melted candle wax off of Mother's shrine and set up new ones for her. He tried not to think about that particular subject too much when Mother was right there, her blackened and mummified skull watching his every move. Adding to his slight embarrassment, the powerful brute's skin began to redden a little when he heard his Mother's voice in the back of his head, chuckling softly. Of course Mother accepted Lisa as part of the family, she was the one who encouraged her son to be the girl's protector and guardian in the first place! But it didn't help when he'd think of his good girl in THAT way around his beloved Mother.
Over the months, improvements had been made. The collection of trinkets surrounding the ancient, rotting head had grown quite a bit. On the inside walls, Lisa had also pinned up a few photos. Some were of her and Jason, (the most recent one being the photo she had taken off of Nate's phone that he took shortly before getting slaughtered,) and there was one of Jason when he was little with his Mother. And one in particular that had made Pamela's restless spirit quite happy was the photo of herself and Lisa's mother together in front of the very cabin what little remained of her resided in. A link between the Voorheeses and the Watkins.
"Jason... my special, special boy. It's okay, Lisa is your good girl. I knew that eventually I couldn't be the only woman in your life." Mother whispered in his ear, "You're a good boy, and she's a good girl. You both have my blessing, child."
This only caused Jason to blush even more beneath his mask and groan. However he had still reached inside, stroking the tough, leathery skin clinging to Mother's skull. Slowly, he nodded in understanding, cleaning up Mother's space and lighting her candles. Satisfied, he returned down the trap door and into the tunnels, carefully stepping around a few rats down in there. Momentarily, his gaze fell on the bed when he entered the main chamber, contemplating taking a nap or not. Morning patrol had already been finished, Lisa was currently out there enjoying a walk around the lake, perhaps sharpening his blade would help put him at ease. Coming to a decision, Jason drew his machete and approached his grinding wheel, taking notice of Lisa's axe resting next to it. Perhaps she would like returning to a freshly sharpened blade as well.
Taking a seat behind the grinding wheel, he started it up, letting the shrill screech of steel on stone clear his thoughts. Sharpening his weapons was almost soothing for Jason. Perhaps not as relaxing as a neck rub or full body massage, but it was still up there and generally helped him to think.
'Later tonight, once she settles down.' Jason told himself.
The massive brute took in a long, deep breath, exhaling heavily. He was indeed very lucky to have something, someone, so beautiful, kind, and loving to share his lands with. To share himself with. A mother's gift to her loyal and faithful son. Satisfied with his deadly machete's freshly sharpened edge, Jason got to work on his girl's axe blade. Midway through, while thinking about how much he was enjoying the peace and solitude in the moment yet anxiously awaited the sound of light footsteps on the wooden floorboards up above, Jason was snapped out of his blissful thoughts at the sound of shrill bells on the ceiling ringing loudly. Snarling deep in his throat, his relatively docile mood switched gears rapidly into that of an angry predator. Intruders were wandering about his lands and Lisa was out there, alone! In a swift motion, Jason stopped his grinding wheel and arose to his full height, axe still in hand. The bell rang once more, the one indicating that it was rather close to the cabins. Without a moment's hesitation, the mighty killer sprinted down the tunnels, his footfalls rumbling like thunder within the underground lair.
Outside in the snowy forest, Jason moved with surprising ease through the trees and overgrowth, hardly making a sound. He knew exactly where he needed to go; there were some trip lines not too far from here, near a small clearing druggies loved to use as a secluded nest to take their poisons. Then he heard a loud 'BANG' rip through the quiet air. Jason knew a shotgun when he heard one!
'No... NO! It couldn't have-No, my good girl!'
Heart pounding wildly in his chest, he picked up the pace, drawing his machete as he moved. On the ground, there were more footprints in the snow, three sets, two he didn't recognize but one that he did. Then the strong smell of blood hung heavy in the air as he came across the body of a big redneck-ish sort wearing a weird robe with an arrow sticking out of his skull. Anxiously, Jason glanced up to the treetops, knowing that Lisa had been developing a knack for perching herself somewhere up high for surprise attacks. When he didn't see her in the branches, but took notice of the splintered tree trunk, the killer followed after the two sets of tracks in the snow. A relieved groan rumbled in his chest when he came across the tiny, black-clad figure, well camouflaged in the darkening shadows as evening encroached, pawing over the body still lodged in the bear trap with it's head splattered all over the once white and pristine ground.
'I really should know better by now.' he grumbled inwardly, as a smile crept onto his lopsided lips, 'That's my good girl. That's my Lisa.'
Upon hearing familiar footfalls and telltale ragged breathing, Lisa perked up at once, letting out an excited chirp-like whistle in greeting to her mate. Jason sighed gruffly, sheathing his machete, tilting his head sideways in an almost cute fashion while he shrugged, as if to ask, 'Well? What did you need my help for? You obviously had everything under control.'
Relaxing his stance, Jason barely had time to set the axe down before his girl pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his thick, muscular neck. She nuzzled against his shoulders and chest affectionately and aggressively, smiling when Jason practically purred, putting his arms around her to hold her close. Yes, he had been worried for her safety, Jason couldn't help it! It was a powerful, primitive, and protective drive that couldn't be shed. Lifting up his mask enough to reveal his misshapen mouth, the gentle giant pulled Lisa into a passionate, exploratory kiss. A few barely audible moans came from the girl as she nearly melted into his warmth. When they parted, Jason set Lisa down with a pleased growl. Perhaps by Summer, she would be more than capable of going out on an actual patrol all by herself. Though before making any plans for the notorious camping season, he noted the rather urgent expression on his girl's face as she frantically pointed to the dead body then started signing that there were many more where he had come from.
"More, lot's more of them. Thirty at least." Lisa mouthed, "I lost count after thirty."
Slowly, Jason nodded in understanding. While it was a little tricky, in between lip reading and her hand signs, he was able to get the basic idea. Lisa pointed towards the general direction of the Camp Counselor Training Center and nodded eagerly upon Jason's questioning gaze.
"Armed! Guns, knives, they have weapons." she warned.
A gentle nudge from her mate was enough to get Lisa to calm down and take a breath. But damn it! How she wished she could just have her voice again! It would have been so much easier to just tell him these things, no matter how small. Before making the trek back up to the lodge so that Jason could see for himself what all was going on up there, Lisa had gotten back to work stripping the decapitated corpse of it's robe before claiming the real prize, his body armor. The adjustable, padded vest would fit under her raincoat and provide a much needed extra layer of protection. While Jason might not have liked the fact that she was wearing something that had been on another male, he understood why and even approved. Whatever kept her safe. It may have been a little big for her, even after tightening the straps as far as they would go, but Lisa could still move while wearing it, though there was a slight stiffness to it. After taking the shotgun, the holster, and any extra shells she could carry, Lisa led the way back to Cornell's dead body to not only reclaim her arrow, but also take the second set of armor. While bullets and stab wounds may just generally annoy Jason, enough of them could start to slow and wear him down. An amused yet somewhat skeptical expression crossed the brute's face underneath his mask, since he had never considered ever needing to wear any sort of protection, however it quickly turned into a thoughtful frown. Just how many of these intruders were wearing body armor like this? Maybe just to be safe, he'd swing for their necks!
Amazingly, adjusting the thickly padded vest to fit Jason hadn't been as difficult as Lisa thought it might be. (The hardest part was getting Jason to stay still while slipping it on him!) It actually fit his large frame surprisingly well and hardly hindered his movements at all. Though he didn't look entirely happy about wearing it either. Something about it just felt a bit awkward. Stiff even. He could still wield his blade with deadly accuracy and speed, no doubt, but he just didn't like the feeling it gave him, like it was somehow constricting his free range of motion in some way he had yet to pinpoint. Maybe he just wasn't used to it. But it put his girl's mind at ease, so he'd tolerate it for her sake. Once his jacket was back on and the bodies were stashed for later disposal, Lisa picked up her axe and hefted it over her shoulder. The deadly pair made their way through the forest, following Lisa's and her former pursuers' trail to the formally abandoned lodge. She could feel Jason tense up beside her when she showed him the tracks left behind by the small convoy of trucks. They carried on, having no need for a flashlight thanks to a clear night sky and an exceptionally bright moon. By now, the temperature had dropped well below freezing.
A loud, gruff grunt escaped from Jason's throat as he shook his head in mild discomfort, which did not go unnoticed by his girl. While the thought may have been silly, Lisa vaguely wondered if maybe this strange cult camping out up there could be having an abnormal effect on her love. He wasn't exactly human, after all. Jason growled again when they were nearly at the treeline, his mother's voice almost painful as she screamed in his ear.
"Punish them, Jason! They're bad, every single one of them needs to be punished RIGHT NOW!"
Her voice was strained, almost like she was in pain. Lisa glanced up at Jason worriedly, clicking her tongue softly. The brute nodded in response, trying to quiet his Mother's anxious screaming. Somehow or another, these people were hurting Mother and they had tried to hurt Lisa too! He'd see to it that each and every one of them met a violent and bloody death by his blade.
An odd feeling tingled within Jason's spine and began to twist his stomach in knots when he and his girl came upon the lodge and the weird, ritualistic party going on inside. It was uncomfortable and put him on edge; he didn't like it one bit!
"Shhhhhhh... easy Jason, easy." Lisa mouthed, hoping that he'd be able to see.
If that wouldn't work, her gentle hand upon his powerful bicep would. At her touch, Jason allowed himself to relax and let out a deep, calming exhale. While normally, he would have had Lisa scout ahead and pick off any stragglers that wandered off alone, this time, Jason was adamant that he and his good girl stay together for this one. Large floodlights had been set up, illuminating the surrounding grounds and there was the loud hum of generators, indicating that they were somewhere close by. Inside, the two of them could see from where they were a multitude of people engaging in group sex, drugs, and drinking. The smell of the herbal smoke nearly made Jason feel sick and the laughter and shouting of partying vagrants had him seeing red. Towards the front, there were four robed figures, armed with assorted rifles. They appeared to be bored being stuck outside in the cold, every so often looking through the windows longingly. Cautiously, Lisa led Jason around towards the back, where only one guard was posted.
The occultist in question almost looked like he was about to fall asleep, staring into the bleak nothingness of the woods. When he heard a soft whistle and saw a small form just barely visible by the edge of the light's illumination, the man stepped down off the back porch to go investigate, much to his delight, finding a pretty young girl leaning against a tree.
"What are you doing out here? All the fun is in there, of course-"
The man didn't even have a chance to finish, as Jason swiftly and efficiently removed the poor fool's head from his shoulders by one, clean stroke of his machete. Lisa just smiled up at her mate, mouthing, "I love you!" before putting her scarf back over her face. While they slunk around, slaughtering as many of the guards as the could, machete swing here, an arrow there, Jason had made it a point to destroy any of the bizarre, symbolic decorations he came across, be they hanging in the trees, placed on the ground, or set up on some sort of alter left out there.
"That's... that's a good boy, Jason... those horrible things are making it difficult for Mother to concentrate. They want to pull me away from you. Make sure Lisa destroys them too." Mother ordered.
Now it was Lisa's turn to tilt her head in question as she dragged a dead body into the shadows, watching as Jason took his machete to an upside down pentagram made out of animal bones and hacked it to pieces with venomous fury.
'Yeah, I agree.' Lisa muttered to herself, feeling more and more uncomfortable the longer they stayed.
Eventually, the dangerous pair circled around to where the vehicles were parked. Lisa using her axe and Jason his machete, they began slashing the tires and cutting the fuel lines, cutting off their prey from any means of a quick escape, just in case. Nearby were the generators and an old power box. Good to know. With the dead bodies they currently had and an evident lack of interest by the remaining guards posted outside, Jason and Lisa could put an end to this degrading intrusion once and for all.
Before launching their all out surprise assault on the lodge's occupants, the two silent killers scurried to the nearest window, keeping their cover by means of hiding behind the overgrown bushes and piles of junk carelessly dumped by the side of the building. The atmosphere was beyond disturbing as the lights, both inside and out, had been dimmed down to a sickening reddish color. Many black candles in decorative holders were scattered around the common room and the alter Lisa had seen being prepared earlier was already slathered in deep crimson liquid and a bloody knife rested inside the rotting head of a goat. She was even able to make out what looked like a camcorder resting on a tripod, pointed at the demented scene. The teens and young adults, initiates into this vile cult, many of whom had their robes partially opened displaying their privates shamelessly in full view while making out orgy style, slathered the blood all over each others' bodies and faces, even going as far as to use it for "pleasure lubricant." It was smokey, hazy, and the smell was horrendous!
'And there are those that call ME disturbed!' Lisa cringed, inwardly.
There were a few older male occultists with two of the younger girls, sitting at a folding card table that had some sort of board game set up on it. Well, these creeps certainly didn't hold back any of the stops; invading the Crystal Lake Killer's lands AND bringing an Ouija Board with them. What could possibly go wrong, fooling around with that sort of stuff? Here?! Jason and Lisa could hear a woman's voice telling the ones at the table to "commence and summon the spirits of the dammed" before they began.
Began? Began what, exactly?
'Jason... be a good boy now and get rid of that damn thing! It's giving Mother a splitting headache!' Mother growled, irritably in the back of Jason's mind.
The powerful brute nodded in confirmation, glancing over his shoulder to where the bodies were stashed. These people obviously enjoyed playing around with blood, death, and tempting fate. He'd be sure to give them far more then they could have ever hoped for!
A silent gasp emitted from Lisa's throat, catching sight of the lady giving out all the commands. That woman with the white hair! She had been the one barking orders earlier. When she got a better look at the woman, Lisa could see that the robes she was now wearing were much more ornate then all the others and she had a gold chain around her neck with an inverted pentagram on it. The whip was still coiled over around her shoulder and torso. There was something else in her hand, which neither one of them could make out clearly as she gestured to the man standing next to her, probably the oldest one there.
"The time has come. Phillip... bring her in." the white haired woman ordered.
"As you command, Lady Amelia."
While the older man carrying a rather fancy cane with a goat's head carved onto the handle pushed his way through the crowd of drunken and stoned initiates towards the stairway against the wall and made his way up, Lisa tapped her fingers along the shaft of her axe in thought. Lady Amelia? She had heard that name and title earlier.
'That's right, those two assholes that chased me mentioned her. So, this bitch is the ringleader of this batshit crazy circus?!' she muttered to herself, mentally.
The crowd inside began to whoop and holler in a most obnoxious fashion when the older man, probably the second in command of this operation, returned with two other men. A deep, angry snarl echoed in Jason's throat and Lisa let out a silent hiss of her own once they saw what these occultists were dragging down the stairs with them into this blood orgy. A child! A girl no older than ten. And it was obvious that by the way she was being manhandled, her hands bound behind her back and screaming through the gag in her mouth that she wasn't here by choice. Although seeming somewhat thin and sickly with her shoulder length brown hair a greasy mess from neglect and several cuts and bruises along her naked body, there was something beautiful about her. An innocence that was rapidly being ripped away by each passing second.
Children were innocent. They didn't deserve to die, and Jason had made it a point to NEVER harm a young child. Tonight, he and Lisa may have to defy even Mother's orders. One would be allowed a reprieve from his blade tonight, for it was not her decision to come and intentionally defile his lands. With a grunt, he glanced back to Lisa, who had a panicked look in her eye. Guessing at what his mate may have been thinking, Jason shook his head, making a quick gesture towards the young girl, then shook his head again. That primitive instinct to protect swelled within the powerful killer's chest. With a small, relieved smile hidden beneath her scarf, Lisa nodded in understanding, shifting her position to run back to the generators. It wasn't just an extermination anymore. Now it was an impromptu rescue mission! However, before they could set their plan in motion, the pounding of footsteps crunching in the snow and some shouting was enough to grab both killers' attention.
"Hey!" hollered one of the occultists that they had seen out on the front deck earlier.
"Who the fuck do ya think ya are?!" called another, finger already on the trigger of his rifle, "Better drop that axe real easy-like there, sugar!"
Jason's and Lisa's eyes just narrowed in challenge when faced with this new threat. This madness had gone on long enough. It was time to put a violent kibosh on this party once and for all.
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With a subtle yet wicked smile on her face, Amelia Rake's critical and calculating eyes scanned over the cesspool of sin going on around her. Amazing to think, a few years ago, she had been virtually unknown. Nothing. A nobody. Then all it took was a steady body count, a pact with the Devil himself, and a listing in the deepest, darkest part of the web to find other withered, demented souls to join in her cause, and thus The Soldiers of Eternal Damnation was born. Some of the cult were just furious at the various religious organizations, feeble-minded authorities, and the government. Others were straight up Anarchists that saw an opportunity to have some fun and stick it to authority, while many more were merely teens rebelling against their overbearing and strict parents with fantasies of death and being part of a cool Gothic circle without a real clue as to just what they were getting into. Useful tools as far as Amelia was concerned, to use in order to engage in her REAL passion. Death. Specifically murder. Long had Amelia admired and even emulated a brutal serial killer from her hometown. She even had even left the local authorities with no choice but to speak his name, which was taboo. With any luck and with the assistance of her disciples and demons, she would one day gain his favor. Perhaps, eventually become like him. Yet there was something else drawing her to this place in particular. An old and grotesque mystery that had yet to be solved.
"My children, is this place not perfect? Can you feel the energy surrounding each and every one of you? I hear the screams of the damned and see their blood splattered across the floors we fornicate upon. So much death has taken place here. So much... loathing..."
She spoke in a spookigly soft yet venomous voice that could still be heard over the moans and screams of sexual ecstasy. Eventually, as the lights began to turn red and Amelia took her place behind the alter, the blood orgy began to break up as all eyes turned to her in eager anticipation. Smoke and the heavy smell of alcohol and even bile hung heavy in the air, causing it to become very thick. Indeed, the energy was strong; fueling her in a way mere mortal minds could not comprehend. The occultist leader's freakishly amber eyes glanced to the small group at the Ouija Board. For a moment, she thought that she may have seen movement out there by the window. However, she paid it of no mind, for Amelia had something exceptionally special planned for tonight's main event.
"The time has come. Phillip... bring her in." Amelia ordered.
"As you command, Lady Amelia."
The older man, Phillip, gave a slight bow and left for the stairs, a cruel smile forming on his face. Yes, it was one thing to slaughter a bunch of animals in The Devil's honor, but this was to be exquisite. A genuine prize that may buy an unfathomable amount of favor with the powers of Hell itself. (Not to mention the vast amount of truly demented people elsewhere, all over the world, paying out the nose to watch it live, the primary source of the cult's funding.)
At once, the crowd of stoned and drunk revelers whooped and clapped in a wild rage, (half of which probably didn't really have any idea as to what was actually going on,) seeing the confused, terrified, and bound child being hauled towards the alter. Amelia grinned fiendishly, already hearing the excited whispers within her mind. Her friends... her REAL friends, loved the thrill of the slaughter. But children. Oh, there was something special about taking a child's life. And little girls... they were HIS favorite too, once upon a time. Taking what looked like an old work glove with rust-covered knives attached to the fingers, Amelia held it up with an inhuman hiss, showing off the terrifying and horrifying weapon.
"Let my dreams become reality." she whispered, licking her lips.
"Do you know how many children fell to those blades, mistress?" Phillip questioned, jabbing his cane into the girl's back, causing her to fall forward onto the floor with a pained squeal.
Amelia carefully ran the blunt fronts of the blades under her chin, before flexing them dangerously, "Not nearly enough. But first... let us... have some fun with the little angel."
There wasn't much the child could even do as the curious, eager crowd began to swarm her prostrate form on the ground. When she tried to squirm away, struggling to free her hands from cruelly tight bonds, several people grabbed her at once and lifted her up onto the bloody alter. The girl shivered violently, from terror and the cold. Her cries were muffled by the gag in her mouth while tears streamed down her face. Alone, in the dark, freezing, and afraid, all she could do was pray and hope that someone out there would hear her silent plea.
Agonizingly, the demented, white-haired woman began to run her clawed fingers up and down the length of her bound offerings' body. Whimpering and shaking, the blood-covered child squeezed her eyes shut. Some of the cultists started to chant while the small group on the Ouija Board began their work. Amelia could feel the rush of energy flow through her, surrounded by sin and blasphemy. THEY whispered to her, with hissing voices. They were hungry. They needed to feed.
'And you shall feast tonight, my children.' Amelia thought to herself, while deciding where would be the best place to start, "Tonight... we bathe our new arrivals in pleasures of the flesh... and the blood of the innocent. So... my question to you is... who would like the first taste?"
A pathetic squeal of protest escaped from the child's mouth, feeling the sharp blade beginning the first cuts into the tender flesh on her arm.
When the reddened lights began to flicker and a chill gust of wind blew throughout the lodge, one of the girls sitting at the Ouija Board began to giggle, "I know... what'll get things really going."
"And what would that be, my dear?" asked one of the older men as he placed his hand on the planchette with everyone else, while the crowd around them became more and more rambunctious.
Still snickering and leaning against her friend, the girl with the "brilliant idea" asked the first question of the spirit board, "Is the spirit of -snort- Jason Voorhees here with us tonight?"
Almost two seconds after that question was asked, before she could even ear the groans of her companions or the planchette could move, several things all happened at once. Firstly, there were a few gunshots heard outside, followed by a muffled yelp. Second, the red-tinted lights and the floodlights turned off without warning, along with the rest of the electricity, leaving only the fireplace and candles to provide light. And finally, before anyone could get in a word edgewise, a body dressed in a black robe was suddenly flung through the window, sending shards of shattered glass everywhere. The corpse in question crashed into the Ouija board, causing the game pieces to scatter and the table to collapse. A sharp piece of glass stuck out of one of the girl's neck like a knife as she fell to the floor after the table toppled over, violently choking on her own blood while grasping at the injury. Suddenly, screams of panic and terror erupted within the lodge as the vast majority of the teenage and young adult initiates scurried about like cockroaches, desperately trying to find a way out.
"Fucking Hell!"
Amelia snarled and cursed in frustration, trying to regain control of her flock while the armed and armored guards inside with them readied their weapons, even going as far as to throw frightened party goers out of their way. Phillip and another one of the higher ranking soldiers in the cult flanked their mistress, though during the initial panic, somehow their sacrificial lamb had managed to make herself scarce.
"Where is she? Damn it, I need her!" Amelia cried out.
"My Lady!" Phillip called, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her back, "Now's not the time!"
With barely any light, save for the fireplace and the candles, and the haze of smoke, visibility was rather low and a rush of freezing cold air blew in from the broken window. Amelia's eyes widened as she caught the glint of steel and ivory from outside, but only for a moment. Several initiates tried to leave through the front doors, only to discover that they had been locked somehow from the outside. But, before the back door could be tried, more of the cultist guardsmen from outside had been chucked through the windows, most dead, a few nearly. All of them had been brutally mangled in one form or another, be it decapitation, gutted, or limbs violently dismembered that were tossed in through the broken windows as an after thought.
Amelia's guards were about ready to take her up the stairs to bring her to safety, only to have her stop them, "No! Wait!"
Although they wanted to urge her forward, Phillip and the other guard stopped, watching as a group of five or so would-be initiates scurried up the stairs themselves only to be met with a deafening 'BOOM' that could have only come from a shotgun. Seconds later, the unlucky schmucks came tumbling right back down, one robed male at the front with his head blown off, leaving nothing more than his bottom jaw and a mess of blood and gore where the rest of his skull used to be, two others were bleeding out due to the shot pellets that ripped through their necks at close range splayed out at the bottom in agonizing pain, one had broken her neck and several ribs, and the last barely survived, frantically trying to scoot away from the small but deadly figure clad in black that stood at the top of the stairwell, shotgun in one hand, battle axe in the other. Trying her best to contain her shocked gasp, Amelia slipped her bladed gauntlet off and uncoiled the whip from around her body, ordering her personal guards to give her space.
"Mistress, how did-?" asked the other man beside her.
"I have MY ways!" Amelia answered, with an inhuman hiss.
Then, with a ferocious snarl, Jason himself charged through one of the remaining windows, taking a good chunk of the wall with him as he did so. His chest heaved up and down in absolute fury, seemingly oblivious to the gunshots annoyingly digging into parts of exposed flesh while he decided on his first target. Well, probably best to start with the closest and work your way in.
"Oh my..." was all Amelia was able to gasp out, momentarily entranced by the Crystal Lake Killer's sheer brute force and surprisingly regal bearing.
So the rumors were true... Jason Voorhees WAS real...
::TO BE CONTINUED::
Author's Notes:: Alrighty! Newest TSGG is live! As always, be sure to give Lady Voorhees your love and support. That being said, I really liked the idea of giving Lisa some time alone, since she's usually only been a total badass when Jason was around and she usually stuck to him like Velcro. However, I thought that after all the time these two have spent together that Lisa would have acquired much more courage and wouldn't be quite as afraid to be by herself anymore. Besides, sometimes a little alone time is good for you.
On a similar note, I wanted to show that Jason's does take care of and maintain his Mother's shrine. I'd think that since she's the pinnacle of his universe, Jason would tend to her and look after her. Also... it is every mother's job to embarrass her son at one point or another, even if they're nothing more than an old, rotting head and a voice in your mind. Poor Jason... just trying to be a good boy for his mama.
And finally, we've got a creepy cult/militia, devil worship, animal and child sacrifice, and references to another famous horror icon! What's up with Amelia, exactly? Who is she? WHAT is she? And what about the child she was about to slaughter like a sacrificial lamb? What chance does she have?
Mostly, I'm playing around with the notion that since children are innocent in Jason's eyes, he doesn't harm them. However, since Lisa hadn't seen her love around a child before, she was afraid that she'd unveiled a darkness even she wouldn't be able to break. However, quite the contrary is the case. Jason wont harm young children, and I think that if given the opportunity, he'd even protect them so that they would never have to face the fate that befell him.
Enjoy the cliffhanger... MUAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!
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Disclaimer:: You should know by now that I don't claim to own Ft13th, Jason Voorhees, Crystal Lake, etc. Lisa is owned by Lady Voorhees, used with permission.