Kane—The Angel of Retribution
Summary: Alexander Kane, part vigilante, part spiritual warrior, is given a task to bring in two of the most evil, undead, and demonic killers…alive! Can he find them? Will he be able to capture them? More importantly, can he restrain himself from disobeying his orders by killing them?
Author's Note: I do not own A Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, or any of the characters therein. The only part of this story I do own is the character and story of Alex Kane. Also, if you want to know more about the character and/or happen to like The Lovely Bones, then check out my alternate ending for that story involving my star character.
(Kane's POV)
I was getting some granola bars for my late breakfast when I recalled what happened last night. When I was getting out of bed in my abandoned subway home I was wondering if it had just been a weird dream like I used to have in my younger days. However, the ache in my shoulder and tingling in my nose made me realize it was real. Last night I killed a man.
Being stationed in Chicago, a major American city, I was bound to witness some heavy criminal elements. Hell, John Wayne Gacy lived in the suburbs of this town. I liked Chicago more than St. Louis as far as big cities close (sort of) to home went. Plus I didn't want to live in someplace to scum-ridden like New York or L.A. I'd probably never get a moment's peace in either of those places.
When I first came here, I'd already gotten some experience in purging the streets of America, drifting from town to town, hoping for some serial killer or rapist or something. You see, I kill people for a living, unless I'm ordered to bring someone in alive, which is rarely. Believe it or not, those orders come from Upstairs. I know it sounds kind of cliché or stupid saying that I work for Him. Well, in my opinion I don't. As far as I was concerned, I was damned from the moment I took my last breath. Of course, by a miracle, as some would call it, it wasn't the end. One minute I'm trying not to struggle with the rope around my neck, the next I wake up in a dark box, which led to me meeting Gabriel, my friend (to a degree) and former mentor/caretaker. He got me on my feet, and took me across Europe to learn about hunting. He apparently wanted me to hunt down evil forces from Hell, as well as "rehabilitate" lost and all but evil souls, hence the bringing people in alive. Apparently, as long as I did as I was told, I could hunt down evil humans any way I saw fit, even if Gabriel didn't approve of it.
At first, I was a bit inhibited, but as time grew, as well as my body count, I found killing a lot easier. I was never comfortable with the idea of me killing, but I thought of it as a job to be done and had to put my mind away from the fact that these assholes died by my hands. Aside from that, it was enjoyable to a degree, especially the ones who preyed on kids. I loved giving them a taste of their own medicine and I always made sure it was slow.
After two years, I settled into Chicago. It was long until I found my humble abode. Shortly after that, I made a friend. His name was Eddie Davis. He was a young guy in his early twenties, somewhere around my age, when I first met him. Apparently, Eddie hung out with a bad crowd and one night his "pals" got a little too drunk and combined it with their usual attitude, taking it out on Eddie's face and ribs. I came in and beat the crap out of them, he wanted to repay me and we've pretty much been pals ever since. With his background, he can get me information on suspicious activity, plus he's good with electronics, though I wouldn't necessarily call him a hacker. He's also sort of my liaison with the organized crime element of the city. If someone in that business ever steps out of line or bites off more than they can chew, their bosses call for me. Hey, a guy's gotta earn income somehow, plus the bosses know not to fuck with me judging from the damage I've done to the real shitheads of this city.
Speaking of which, last night I was on duty, tracking a pedophile who had gotten bail from a light sentencing due to lack of evidence or some shit. It was about 2 A.M. when I snuck into his apartment window. I was ready with some chloroform when he jolted awake. I guess he wasn't that heavy a sleeper. We struggled, and apparently he had some fight in him. He broke my nose and twisted my arm before I finally got him. These kinds of wounds were trivial to me. Apparently in my "rebirth," I was given some kind of Wolverine-esque healing. It was pretty cool, for the most part. It still hurt like hell though. Anyway, I snuck off with him and took him someplace secluded where I proceeded to do things that would rival an Eli Roth movie.
This was all pretty much the long and short of what I did, unless I got some special assignment from Gabriel. Sometimes demons would possess someone and I had to exorcise it, and sometimes a serial killer needed to be reformed and I had to give him a hug pretty much. I'd prefer the former, even though demons can actually hurt me. I have quite a few scars from their claws, teeth, and blades. Anything human would end up healing without a scratch to show for it.
I noticed on my desk there was an envelope with my real name, the name I abandoned when I clawed myself out of my grave. I opened it and there were two folders and a note. I read the note first:
These two are very special individuals. Their reformation could change everything. It is of the utmost importance that they are both brought in UNHARMED.
Everything you need to know about them are in the folders.
Yours Truly,
Gabriel
I opened up the first folder. The first few things were records of a kid, conceived by rape in an asylum. Apparently some poor nun was accidently locked in with the maximum security prisoners. Then there were some school records showing that the boy may have been physically abused and was bullied for his not-so-secret parentage, which would sometimes result in his violent coping methods, including crushing the classroom's pet with a hammer. The next few clippings showed a mysterious death of a pimp named Underwood and that there was some suspicion placed on his teenaged foster son, that poor rape baby grown up. Other records show his job as a janitor at the local power plant, his marriage and divorce of wife Loretta, who took custody of their daughter Katherine. The guy was laid off with everyone else when the plant closed, but he quickly got a job as a gardener at a pre-school. The next few items were interesting. They were testimonies from a girl named Nancy Holbrook and her boyfriend Quentin Smith. They talked of the man, that he had abused them in some way they could no longer remember and had told their parents. He was never heard from again, presumed missing for a while. Records assume he's dead now. The kids' testimonies go on about how their parents chased him down like a dog, much like I might've, into an old power plant outside of town, the one he worked at years before, and they threw Molotov cocktails inside, perhaps to scare him out, resulting in his burning to death. However, he didn't stay dead. From what I could gather, some demonic force brought him back from the grave to get revenge on those who told on him. He stuck at them from their dreams, until Nancy and Quentin found a way to bring him out and they chopped his hand off, cut his throat, and burned the undead body. The testimonies end when they say he just went back to the dreams, and even killed Nancy's mom.
Jesus, this guy sounded horrible. Normally, I would bring a son of a bitch like this down HARD, but I had my orders. I had to bring him in. His name was Frederick Charles Krueger, but most people called him Fred or Freddy. He lived in Springwood, Ohio. However, before I did anything, I remembered the note Gabriel left and that he mentioned "two." Dear God, there's another one! I put Freddy's file down and looked at the other one.
There was a family tree of the name Voorhees, dated all the way back to the 16th century with an article concerning one of the first names on the tree, Thomas Voorhees. He was convicted of being a devil worshipper and murdering a 14 year old girl, apparently as a sacrifice for immortality. He was executed, leaving behind a pregnant widow. I noticed that all the Voorhees men down the tree were firstborns of their fathers. The tree was dated in the 1920s with the current relative being one Elias Voorhees.
Other items included doctor's bills for a pregnancy, love letters from Elias to a girl named Pamela, letters going vice versa (detailing very obsessive sounding behavior from Pamela), a marriage certificate between the lovers, and a birth certificate some months later naming their son Jason. More paperwork from doctor's showed Jason to have an enlarged head, deformed face, and a partial hump on his back. School records show that he was highly recommended to go to a special school, not only due to impaired intelligence but also due to excessive bullying. Next were some police records of domestic violence from Pamela and love letters from Elias to some unknown girl who obviously wasn't his wife, which probably caused the incident. Records state that Elias ran off with his mystery girl and eventually married her and had a daughter by her, leaving Pamela and Jason to fend for themselves. Pamela's obsessive behavior encouraged her overprotective nature for her only child. She always had to be near him, including when she cooked at the summer camp, taking him along as one of the campers. There are police records saying the boy drowned under tragic circumstances and Pamela accused a boy and girl, who were counselors charged by her to watch her son, of having sex while Jason was calling for help. Nothing was done, and the next year the two teens were found murdered. The bad press ruined the camp's reputation and closed it for good. Its rep was worsened by two attempts to reopen it, one resulting in the tampering of the water supply and the other in arson. However, the worst was yet to come when another attempt was made, this time resulting in seven murders. Pamela was behind everything in some effort to close down the place where beloved boy died. Unfortunately for her, the last person standing that night fought back and Pam got her head chopped off with a machete. The girl went to the cops, but when they showed up, Pamela's head, her sweater, and the machete that killed her were gone. Ever since then, people would start disappearing when they went into the woods. There were even a few "sightings" of some hermit man-beast.
Apart from the few eyewitnesses and several disappearances, which I'm sure were murders, nothing was official. As far as the authorities could say, Jason Voorhees drowned and that was that. Testimonies of various townsfolk questioned concerning the missing youths say differently. They detail Jason as a wild man who had made the camp and the woods around it his home, and that should anyone venture onto his territory, he'll punish them the same way his mother punished that first group of kids years ago. The guy was practically an urban legend until two eyewitnesses came forward scared out of their minds. Clay Miller and his sister Whitney claimed that Jason killed two groups of kids in six weeks' time, the first group being Whitney's friends. Apparently, the poor girl resembled a young Pamela Voorhees, or at least a photo of her in a locket Jason kept, so he abducted her. In some way he must've thought it was her. When she went missing, Clay came to look for her, but he found a partying group of college kids on spring break and an enraged madman stalking them all. Whitney used her coincidental looks to get the brute off his guard enough to strangle him on a chain and stab him in the chest with a machete. They were dumping his body in the lake when apparently he wasn't dead, or perhaps he was but came back. He just jumped out of the water trying to grab Whitney when Clay kicked him back in and they both ran like hell until they got out of the woods, not stopping once. For all anybody knows, he's still there, waiting for the next unlucky trespasser.
The documents all said Jason lived in Wessex County in New Jersey. The lake, camp, and town were all named Crystal Lake.
I had to admit that Jason sounded like a guy after my own heart. If he wasn't so prejudiced against everyone we just might get to be friends. Nonetheless, it would take a hell of a lot to reform either of these guys, let alone both of them. First thing is first: getting those guys in my special custody. Jason and I might be dead even in power, maybe he had more strength but I was smarter. As for Freddy, I could probably take him in his physical form. With two survivors from each killer, a plan was forming. I called up Eddie's cell.
"Alex," he responded. "What up man?"
"Eddie, we got work to do. We'll have to start by getting tranquilizer, and a LOT of it."
To be continued…
Feel free to review—I know it's not that great, but the setup never really is. I also know some of you won't like the remake versions of the guys, but I feel these versions are darker than the original, even if they're not cooler.