This is set after Secrets, but if you want, you don't have to see it as the continuation, merely as a possibility. This is not really a serious fic, so don't take it seriously.
Takato and Ruki had been going out for a while, and all of the others had found out. This had made Juri very depressed. She had got so depressed that she had not left her house for days. Takato, Jen, and Ruki had repeatedly called the house, but got no answer. Then Jen got a call from Juri, asking for them to meet. When Jen got to Juri's house, she opened the door and invited him in.
It was a week after Jen had visited Juri's house, and he had not been heared from since. Takato and Ruki were getting very worried. Meanwhile, Juri had taken a flight to America, to a place called Camp Krystal Lake. When she arrived, she got out a dripping red package. She opened it, taking out a human heart. The heart belonged to Jen, who was killed a week earlier. She walked up to the lake and threw it in, causing the lake to begin to bubble. Juri laughed insanely as a figure wearing a hockey mask, and carrying a machete climbed out of the lake. He turned to Juri, and walked over to her. He raised his machete, aiming for Juri. "WAIT! I'm the one that raised you from the dead! I need you to kill someone for me." Juri said. The figure known as Jason Voorhees slightly lowered his machete.
Takato was walking home after a date with Ruki, when he passed a dark ally, and heard a loud crash from inside. Takato walked closer, and looked down as he stepped in a pool of blood. "What the..." Takato said. Before he finished, he saw Jason standing over a dead body. Takato stumbled back, and turned to leave, but Jason swung a metal pole into Takato's back, flinging him into a wall. As Takato fell to the ground limp, all he could do was watch as Jason repeatedly stabbed him in the back. Jason then picked up Takato, and using his bare hands, ripped Takato's head off. Juri stepped out of the dark corner of the alley, and laughed. "One more to go." Juri said.
Ruki was sitting on a bench, crying. She had already heard the news of what happened that night, and was nowhere near over the news. She stood up, and was about to leave, when she heard some rustling in the bushes. She turned around to see what was causing it, only to be met by the familiar hockey mask. Before she could react, she felt a large amount of pain, and a cold feeling in her chest. She looked down to see a machete imbedded in her chest, blood pouring anywhere. Then Jason reached out and slammed his fingers into her eye sockets, destroying her eyes. Jason pulled the machete back up, ripping Ruki into two. Jason stepped away casually, while Juri ran away from the scene, giggling insanely.
Juri was sitting at home, laughing insanely to herself. Then there was a loud knock at the door. When Juri got to the door, it had already been knocked down, and Jason stood in the doorway. "B-b-b-but we had a deal." Juri said. Jason's only answer this was a machete swipe to the neck. Juri's head flew into the nearby wall, and Juri's body fell to the floor. Jason was back, and no-one was going to control him.
There, its a NON-SERIOUS fic, so any criticism about my writing style will be ignored.
Takato and Ruki had been going out for a while, and all of the others had found out. This had made Juri very depressed. She had got so depressed that she had not left her house for days. Takato, Jen, and Ruki had repeatedly called the house, but got no answer. Then Jen got a call from Juri, asking for them to meet. When Jen got to Juri's house, she opened the door and invited him in.
It was a week after Jen had visited Juri's house, and he had not been heared from since. Takato and Ruki were getting very worried. Meanwhile, Juri had taken a flight to America, to a place called Camp Krystal Lake. When she arrived, she got out a dripping red package. She opened it, taking out a human heart. The heart belonged to Jen, who was killed a week earlier. She walked up to the lake and threw it in, causing the lake to begin to bubble. Juri laughed insanely as a figure wearing a hockey mask, and carrying a machete climbed out of the lake. He turned to Juri, and walked over to her. He raised his machete, aiming for Juri. "WAIT! I'm the one that raised you from the dead! I need you to kill someone for me." Juri said. The figure known as Jason Voorhees slightly lowered his machete.
Takato was walking home after a date with Ruki, when he passed a dark ally, and heard a loud crash from inside. Takato walked closer, and looked down as he stepped in a pool of blood. "What the..." Takato said. Before he finished, he saw Jason standing over a dead body. Takato stumbled back, and turned to leave, but Jason swung a metal pole into Takato's back, flinging him into a wall. As Takato fell to the ground limp, all he could do was watch as Jason repeatedly stabbed him in the back. Jason then picked up Takato, and using his bare hands, ripped Takato's head off. Juri stepped out of the dark corner of the alley, and laughed. "One more to go." Juri said.
Ruki was sitting on a bench, crying. She had already heard the news of what happened that night, and was nowhere near over the news. She stood up, and was about to leave, when she heard some rustling in the bushes. She turned around to see what was causing it, only to be met by the familiar hockey mask. Before she could react, she felt a large amount of pain, and a cold feeling in her chest. She looked down to see a machete imbedded in her chest, blood pouring anywhere. Then Jason reached out and slammed his fingers into her eye sockets, destroying her eyes. Jason pulled the machete back up, ripping Ruki into two. Jason stepped away casually, while Juri ran away from the scene, giggling insanely.
Juri was sitting at home, laughing insanely to herself. Then there was a loud knock at the door. When Juri got to the door, it had already been knocked down, and Jason stood in the doorway. "B-b-b-but we had a deal." Juri said. Jason's only answer this was a machete swipe to the neck. Juri's head flew into the nearby wall, and Juri's body fell to the floor. Jason was back, and no-one was going to control him.
There, its a NON-SERIOUS fic, so any criticism about my writing style will be ignored.