Chapter 2: The meeting at the camp

As the night passed and Jeff seeked blood a fog filled the campsite.

"So you have arrived. You so-called killer. You fucked up Jason." Jeff smirked and growled. The fog was different it was thicker, darker, scarier than before. Jeff knew something was up but didn't know what. Jason was angry. He wanted Jeff dead.

"Jason my son KILL THEM!" The voice echoed in the masked killers head. With no hesitation Jason sliced the teenagers heads and brutalized them. Jason was on a killing rampage.

"Come on Jason you little fucker, take their life." Jeff whispered behind the fog.

At the end of the rampage Jason walked away. The sight before Jeff's eyes was horrid, inhumane, bloody. Tori split in half, Jordan had his head crushed and body parts dismembered. Jeff liked this new side of Jason but there is only one little problem, Jason seemed unstoppable. Jeff lurked behind trees looking for the right moment to attack. Finally Jeff pounced like a ribbid animal.

"GO TO SLEEP JASON!" Jeff screamed holding his knife to Jason's throat. Jason's brute force was enough to take down the crazed killer. Jeff pounced again and again.

"You. Little. Son of a." Jeff was frustrated yet entertained. Jeff stabbed Jason in the chest again and again. It was astonishing the sight of Jason standing unphased by Jeff's stabs. Jeff was in a fight with the devil it seemed.

"Now you wanna play tough guy trust me Jason I've beaten bigger, badder, smarter guys." Jeff said with a look of anger and fright. Was Jeff scared of this new Jason? Jeff retreated to the woods.

"Jason my boy, you scared off Jeff. Now Jason do me a favor and KILL JEFF!" Jason's thoughts screamed at him.

Once being far enough from Jason, Jeff sat and looked into the night sky.

"What is this feeling? Do I fear Jason Voorhees? It can't be true. I am the most ferocious killer to ever live." Jeff said to himself. At the break of dawn, Jeff had a voice speak to him.

"The great Jeff the killer fears a masked being. Jeff you defeated me and many others yet you fear Jason. You are no true killer." The voice said over and over again. This voice was haunting Jeff it was so familiar it burned.

The day went on Jason seemed to be unstoppable, unbeatable, unkillable. Jeff seemed broken, beaten, mortal. Jeff trained his body to be faster, smarter than Jason. Jason didn't train his body but forced himself to be stronger than anyone. Again Jeff had a voice speak to him.

"Jeff, you seem mortal, you fear Jason to the point where your mortality is shown. You are a disgrace to killers everywhere." The voice echoed in Jeff's head. It was right Jeff seemed mortal, he seemed fearful thinking of ever meeting Jason again. Jeff was out of ideas.