CHAPTER 2

Deep in the bayou of New Orleans Swamp a bubble rose to the surface of the Swamp.
From deep within the bubbling crude a great machete rose silently from the water with a splash.
The machete was slathered in guts and gore which bespoke its terrible lineage.
Then came the head with the hockey mask. Jason Voorhees lived again!
But where was he?
This was not Camp Crystal Lake! What magic had transported him here?

He heard a voice in his head "JASON I COMMAND YOU, FIND FREDDY KREUGER AND KILL HIM!" but he ignored it easily. "I will follow the voice" he thought "and kill whomever has disturbed my long slumber!"

Suddenly the noises he hated the worst in the world distracted his thought. The giggling of girls, and the happy shouts of young men.

He looked over across the Bayou, and there was a series of tents. It was the biggest rave in New Orleans. Until JASON VORHEES paid it a visit.

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"Mmmm, you feel so good inside me" Jenny said as Brad lifted and seperated her sweaty legs and smashed his pelvis into hers.
"I really like the way your resistence gets me hard" Brad complimented Jenny as she unclasped her bra and swung it over her head.
It landed on the shoulder of a man standing behind her! A man in a hockey mask!
Wielding a machete a machete!
Jenny started to go down on Brad and as she slurped she heard a whistling noise and then SHUNK! Brad's blood poured down on her head in torrents. She screamed and looked up just in time to see Jason's hand clasp around her temples and squeeze them together so that her brains squished through his grimy fingers. Her body quivered and she let out a huge fart as her bowels loosened before Jason threw her down on top of Brad's headless corpse.

The next person to go was Micky the nerd. Micky was standing outside the tent moping because he wanted to fuck Jenny but Brad was fucking her instead. He was playing with his lightstick all unaware that he would never taste the sweetness of her juices, that his love had already been brutally slaughtered by JASON VORHEES!
He threw the lightstick up in the air, and a zombie hand grabbed it. "Hey, what are you--" he started to say but JASON VORHEES was the one who had grabbed it, and JASON HATES LIGHTSTICKS!
Jason SMASHED the lightstick into Micky's face and used it as a lever to rip off the top of his skull, which sent arcs of blood careening through the air as it toppled over and over while Micky's body slumped down.
The skull landed on a fat girl who started squealing like the little pig she was when she tripped and fell into a keg of alcohol. Taking advantage of the situation Jason swung his sword on an iron pole near her which made sparks that ignited her and SHE EXPLODED covering everyone with her huge guts and a thick layer of white fat.

Everyone tried to run but the ground was made muddy by fatty mcwhalerson's blood and guts so they tripped and then Jason skewered five girls at once with his machete. He flicked up his great big knife and the blood on it shot out so fast at some kid that his eyes were knocked into the back of his skull.

One football player smashed Jason on the head with a broom which was not a smart idea because Jason ripped his arm straight down the middle and then punched a hole straight through his chest.

Jason performed a roundhouse kick that straight up decapitated some dude who fell onto his girlfriend trapping her as everyone ran over his body, and from the way she was vomiting blood you could tell she was pretty fucked after that.

Jason was pissed off and threw his machete at the people running away. It caught this one guy square in the back of the head so that, like, his brains just fucking ROCKETED out and spiraled out of control in the air just spraying blood like oh man so fucking awesome.

Jason wrenched his machete from out of the dude's skull and then went on a punching rampage, he punched a girl's face in so bad that you couldn't even tell it was supposed to be her head it was just like liquid or something fuck.
Then he grabbed another girl by the neck and lifted her up and slammed her down on a fencepost so that she got impaled by it, which just sent this huge wave of blood over Jason's face and oh man it was so badass.

The slaughter continued on into the night and by the time he was done there was no one left alive. Or so he thought.

In what would be the biggest embarrassment of Jason's career he missed two teenagers out of the whole bunch because they were having sex in the OTHER tent while all this shit went down, which is pretty ironic when you think about it.

Their names were Amanda and Brian and they will become main characters later on I think I dunno.

Jason, satisfied that no one was having fun any more, slathered up his machete in a bunch of gore to keep it scary and then tramped off to where the source of the magic was.
He would kill whoever called him from beyond the grave.

Papa Justify however was making plans of his own!