TSGG Cold Blooded, Warm Hearted

by thesilverhyena

Set six months after the events of Lady Voorhees' "Strange Good Girl". Some people just never learn, coming to Crystal Lake when there's no longer just one ferocious killer on the prowl, but two! With a mate to protect as well as his property, Jason now has more reasons to jealously guard his lands from the insatiable bands of miscreants and vandals that seem to congregate there.

2. Cold Blooded, Warm Hearted:: Part 2

If you CAN'T handle language, violence, gore, drug/alcohol use, 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! (Seriously, this probably has one of the most sadistic kills I've devised! It may disturb some readers. Though if you're easily disturbed, then WHY would you be reading an M-rated Friday the 13th fanfic?!)

Cold Blooded, Warm Hearted:: Part 2

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Honestly, how thick could you get? After discussing the possibility of not one, but two potential, highly territorial killers in the area, then deciding to go out for a walk on a trail to a place nicknamed "Camp Blood" for very good reason... just the two of them... alone?! Well, that was Brandy and Nate for you, far more interested in snapping pictures on their phones, enjoying their weed, and sneaking in feels of each other away from prying eyes. Or so they thought. Oblivious to the fact that they were being stalked through the woods, the two twenty-somethings giggled to each other, occasionally stopping to take a selfie and searching for any semblance of cell service. By now, they were quite a distance away from the relative safety of the barn. Far enough away that no one would be able to hear them scream!

"Ughhh... this fucking sucks!" Nate whined, finishing his last drag before tossing the butt of his joint carelessly behind him, "Still no service, babe..."

Before he could fiddle with his phone more, Brandy suddenly grabbed him by the collar of his thick, winter jacket and shoved him up against a tree. The tall blonde locked lips with him, thrusting her tongue into her boyfriend's mouth, resulting in a surprised yet pleasured moan. When they parted for breath, Nate drew in a sharp gasp while Brandy gave a wicked little smile.

"You want something that... sucks?" she inquired, sensually.

Slowly, Brandy dropped to her knees, fiddling with Nate's pants. Mouth open in both excitement and anticipation to what he was about to be treated too, the handsome male set something up on his phone, then handed in to his girlfriend.

"For our private gallery." he whispered, giving his girl a wink.

Anxiously, Brandy licked her lips upon seeing Nate's steadily growing erection poking through his boxers. Well, wouldn't want it to get cold. She'd need to keep him nice and warm. Moaning, Brandy slipped her hand under the waistband, gasping as her fingers wrapped around hard, swollen flesh. Without a moment's hesitation, she sheathed her boyfriend's throbbing cock in her mouth and started to suck and lick, much to his delight.

"Oooohhhhh... oh yes, baby... just like that. I'm gonna mouth fuck ya so hard... gag you with my hard, dirty dick... you like that, don't ya?"

He bucked his hips, driving his member further into her mouth while Brandy moaned and whimpered, taking several selfies while she pleasured her boyfriend. Her free hand slipped down under her leggings and skirt, gently rubbing herself in a circular motion.

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Meanwhile, watching the entire spectacle from a safe distance away, Jason's gaze narrowed at the two naughty young adults. Once again, doing their drugs and fornicating on his lands. Mother was right, they needed to be punished! A deep, loud, gruff breath expelled from his mouth, moist warm air visible coming out through the holes in his mask. He glanced down to Lisa, who was already twitching her fingers above the fletching of her arrows, eyes fixed on the two heavily distracted trespassers.

With a gentle nudge, Jason guided his eager mate to where she'd have a much clearer shot yet they'd still remain hidden amongst the trees and brush. Brandy's and Nate's moaning eventually evolved into full on shouts of ecstasy... well, for Nate anyway, his girlfriend's voice was muffled by his cock in her mouth and came out as more of a whimper.

"Yes Jason, that's it. Be a good boy, teach your good girl how she can help us even more." Mother whispered in Jason's ear, "You heard what they were saying about you and your good girl, Jason. They're a danger to you both. You don't want Lisa taken away, do you?"

Jason felt his heart hammer within his massive, deep chest. No, he certainly didn't want anyone else so much as touching his good girl, let alone take her away. She was the most treasured thing in his life. As always, Mother was right. These troublemakers needed to be dealt with swiftly! Lisa had already knocked an arrow in her bow, and carefully, Jason moved her fingers into the right position to hold onto it while drawing back. The girl let out a mute gasp when she felt the masked giant press against her, guiding her on how to hold her posture while taking aim. Slowly, she let the arrow and bowstring slide back, her own breathing quickening and eyes glistening when she looked up to him.

'Wait! No, no... stop turning me on, Jason! Dammit!' she muttered to herself mentally, 'Not like... oh... oh... I love it when those big, strong hands-Ah! Focus... focus...'

Smiling beneath his mask, Jason could already catch the distinct scent of an aroused female. His to be exact. The massive brute knew what his touch would do to her, even though he wasn't trying to be frisky. All Jason was doing was trying to put Lisa in a proper form.

'Why are you getting like-? No... no, Lisa. We can play later, after the bad kids are punished. We can't be like them. We have to watch and pay attention, especially when Mother says so.'

He let out a gruff snort, telling the girl in his own way to focus on the task at hand. While eying her prey, Lisa could hear their moans getting louder and louder. Finally, Jason nodded and his girl drew back her arrow once again and let it fly. When she excitedly gazed up towards him, her mate let out a pleased, rumbling growl, gently pressing his masked face against her cheek, nearly causing her to flush red again.

'Yes Jason... good boys like you should reward good girls.'

Obviously Mother was pleased too, a good start to the hunt!

Nate writhed and bucked in bliss, thrusting his hips in rhythm of Brandy's mouth movements. Throwing his head back and closing his eyes, the handsome blonde suddenly cried out, "Oh... oh I'm close, baby. I'm cumming for you... I'm gonna cum so fucking hard, choke on-hey... hey babe, why'd you stop? Don't be a tease... come on, I'm almost to the brink of-OW! Watch it with the... teeth."

When Nate finally looked down, his pleasure swiftly evolved into horror. Having been lost in his own little world, he never even heard the arrow whistle through the air and pierce Brandy's skull. Her eyes rolled upwards into her head and little droplets of fresh, red blood began to paint the canvas of white. Squealing in horror, Nate removed his now quickly deflating manhood out of his dead girlfriend's mouth, looking around in abject terror as he stuffed his junk back inside his pants, shaking and shuddering violently.

"No... NOOOOOO! WHAT THE FUCK?! BRANDY!"

Sobbing, he bent down and grabbed his phone from Brandy's hand, unaware that his girlfriend's killer was preparing to take another shot. This time, he heard the arrow whistling through the air and rolled out of the way just in time, leaving it the strike the tree instead.

"Holy shit... it-it can't... oh God!" he yelped.

Scrambling to his feet and cheeks wet with tears, Nate could now see two forms approaching swiftly from out of the trees, one a hulking brute in a ragged jacket and hockey mask, the other, a much smaller female concealed in all black. Jason and his crazy lady friend! Who else could it have been? Apparently they were quite real! He gulped audibly when Jason drew back an arrow in his own bow, Lisa hot on the brute's heels. Quickly, Nate held up his phone, then he bolted, slipping a little on the icy ground.

Lisa couldn't help but roll her eyes. Some people, more worried about preserving their stupid phones then their own lives! Before Nate could get too far into the woods, Jason released his own arrow, resulting in a pained scream as it pierced the boy's shoulder. The two hunters followed the trail of frantic bootprints and bright crimson droplets, eventually coming upon their quarry. Nate hung upside down in a tree by his ankle, having unwittingly stepped in one of Jason's snares.

"Please God no... not like this! Why'd you have to kill her?! We didn't do nothin'!" he shouted, frantically, "Don't kill me... please..."

Jason just snarled; he always hated it when they did this! So, apparently coming onto HIS lands to screw around, steal his property, and make a mockery of him and Mother around their safe little campfires was nothing to them! But it meant something to Jason! They may as well have been defecating all over Mother's grave and her sacred memory. Nate began to struggle violently, watching helplessly as Jason gestured towards him, guiding the girl beside him to draw back another arrow.

"I-I've got some weed, we brought it with us, it's good shit! Y-you can have it, just don't-!"

He was silenced by an arrow piercing through his chest. But, although a nice red puddle began to form below, the bad boy wasn't quite dead yet. Jason grunted softly, motioning for Lisa to pay attention to his form while he took aim. The last thing Nate saw was a speeding arrow heading right for his eye.

Lisa let out an impressed whistle, complementing Jason on a well placed shot. In turn, he nuzzled against her. Overall, not bad for her first time using a bow on an actual hunt. While collecting their arrows and cutting down the corpse, the girl picked up Nate's phone, which he had dropped when he ended up in the trap. Lisa let out a silent giggle, realizing that he had been attempting to text a photo he had taken of them to his friends.

-THEY'RE REAL! GET THE FU- was all that was written before he could send it.

Too bad, he finally had some bars. Though to be fair, the picture he had taken of them wasn't half bad. Quite dramatic actually, Jason in the act of drawing back an arrow, capturing his magnificent figure. Lisa had been right beside him, grabbing her own arrow. Smiling, Lisa showed the photo to Jason, who nodded in approval. Perhaps she'd see about making a copy to place in the shrine Jason had made for his Mother. Curious, Lisa began looking through the photos saved on the phone, mostly finding numerous selfies. However, she did come across that "private" gallery Nate had mentioned earlier. Needless to say, Lisa found herself beyond underwhelmed. (Nate seemed to think he was all that and a bag of chips! Hmph. Jason was FAR more impressive!) Shrugging, the girl pocketed the prize then helped the masked giant with the bodies. While Lisa initially thought they'd hide them for later disposal, Jason, after a few attempts, managed to convey that he wanted to take the bodies with them. A broken, mangled body strung up in a tree or tossed through a window always made for a great scare tactic to get your prey to panic and make stupid choices. And there were still four more intruders to exterminate.

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Back at the old barn, Dwayne was still trying to worm his way into Sarah's pants while Cody and Todd relaxed on their sleeping bags, a lit bong and and open bag of chocolate pieces and marshmallows in between them. But Sarah was on a mission, she was determined to find some of that amazing weed that was supposed to be hidden somewhere amongst all the crap piled up in this musty and drafty old barn. The goth huffed indignantly, wishing more then ever that Brandy and Nate would get back, just so she could have a little bit of girl talk. Being the perpetual "third wheel" really sucked!

"Come on, what do ya say? Todd's got Cody, Nate has Brandy... I need someone to warm my bed."

Sarah sighed heavily; this was just pathetic! Dwayne was begging for sex. In some ways, it was kind of funny, as the big jock who grew up suckling a silver spoon his entire life wasn't used to anyone telling him 'no', especially a female.

"Oh! You're in luck. I was listening to Todd and Cody discussing that a threesome would be fun, but unfortunately for me, I forgot to bring my strap-on." she sighed in a mocking tone, patting Dwayne's side and shoulder condescendingly, "But, just because I can't play with them doesn't mean you can't. I know Cody LOVES to give orally and Todd... hmhm... whoa boy..."

"Pfttt... cock sucking is a woman's job." Dwayne scoffed, glaring slightly at his two other friends as they began to snicker.

"Oh come now, Dwayne, give us a chance and we could change your life." Todd offered, taking a bite from his fourth chocolate bar in that single sitting.

"Now babe, we need to give him a few more beers, then he may consider." Cody snickered as he splayed out and took another inhale of smoke.

Dwayne rolled his eyes, though he tried to conceal his smile. It had been a while and self pleasure could only bring him so far. Provided he'd had enough to drink and/or smoke, he may consider taking his two gay friends up on their offer. When he left Sarah to continue her search, the big jock failed to realize that when she patted his side and shoulder, the sneaky goth chick had lifted his little baggie of high grade weed, a particular blend Dwayne refused to share with his friends because they "wouldn't appreciate it." Smiling to herself, Sarah glanced outside, noticing that the sky was steadily turning a darker grayish purple and the snowfall and wind was picking up, possibly leading to a blizzard later in the evening. It had been a couple of hours since Brandy and Nate left, no calls, no texts, and no sign of them returning anytime soon.

"Okay, so... like, ummmm... I'm gonna go look for Brandy and Nate, 'kay? It's been too freakin' long, they should have been back by now."

As she went for the door, Cody unsteadily rose to his feet and attempted to put his boots back on, "H-hey, let us go with you... Can't let... you go wandering in the woods all alone." he slurred, giggling nearly every other word.

"N-no, it's okay, I wont go far, plus I've got this," Sarah insisted, pulling a heavy duty flashlight out of her bag.

It was the same sort of flashlight some policemen carried, made of durable metal that could easily double as a nightstick.

"Well I'm not goin' out there! It's way to fuckin' cold!" Dwayne snorted.

"That's fine with me! I'll look for Brandy and Nate, maybe see if there's some service anywhere and give them a call. Odds are good they just got carried away snapping pics."

Sarah just shrugged, growing more and more anxious to just leave already.

"Don't get slaughtered out there, sweetie!" Todd giggled, with a sickeningly goofy smile, obviously trying to distort his face to look like how Dwayne described Jason earlier that day.

Everyone shared a laugh, then Sarah playfully flipped the nerdy and high boy the middle finger, then slipped outside. A short burst of cold wind and snow entered the barn, blowing a few of their loose belongings around. Dwayne let out a sigh, debating whether or not he should carry on his hunt for the weed stash rumored to be hidden somewhere around here or just chill. They turned on some of their electronic lanterns, since it was getting dark, then Dwayne decided to take a few hits from the bong before it was all used up.

"So... care to join us tonight?" Cody asked, batting his eyelashes.

Both Todd and Cody snickered, cuddling closer. They moaned sensually, putting their hands all over each other, making sure that Dwayne was watching.

"Let's see how I feel after some of... some of... damn it, where-oh fuck no! That little cunt!" he hissed, patting himself down before slamming his fist against the old, wooden table, desperately looking for his precious stash, "Lying, thieving, no good bitch!"

"Hey, you've got us..." Todd shrugged.

"Dwayne honey... it's time you came out of the closet..." Cody added on.

So, while the guys stayed inside, Sarah listened in a little on their conversation before going out to look for her friends. She shook her head as she pulled up the hood on her jacket, even giggling to herself as she ran her hand over the stash of high grade kush stuffed in her spacious pockets, waiting until she was far enough away from the barn to enjoy some of it. As far as she was concerned, they were promised weed, and so far, they had yet to find any there, so she was merely claiming her due!

"Yup, yup, yup... I totally knew it." Sarah snorted, using a tree as a makeshift windshield in order to roll up a few joints before carrying on her way, "Brandy! Nate! Come on guys, you're missing a good time..."

She sighed heavily, already bored. But, those selfie obsessed lovebirds were a great excuse to get out alone so that she could make her own entertainment. Pulling out a wind-proof lighter, she lit up her first joint, taking a deep inhale, releasing the smoke through her nose.

"Holy shit, that's good..."

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Hearing a voice carrying over the wind, Jason and Lisa paused, the bodies of Brandy and Nate still in tow. It was definitely female, loud, but unenthusiastic. Must have been Sarah. They could see the old, red barn through the snow and trees, although not clearly. But, it would seem like one more of the flock was willingly leading itself out to slaughter!

"Brandy! Nate! This is getting old real fast!" Sarah called out.

Glancing to each other, Lisa and Jason could tell she was getting closer, unwittingly delivering herself right to them!

'She wants Brandy and Nate? Why not give them to her!?' Lisa grinned to herself, evilly.

Jason gestured at his girl, then directed her attention up to a decent sized tree right near the trail. They'd have to work fast, before their prey came around the bend. Then Lisa got a nifty little idea herself, pointing to a rather deep snowdrift forming at the opposite edge of the pathway. Her mate needed a place to hide too. Smiling beneath the scarf covering her face, Lisa made a "punching" gesture against the tree, Jason quickly catching on and grunting with approval, lifting up his mask just enough to give his girl a kiss on the forehead.

Meanwhile, Sarah groaned in frustration, momentarily checking her phone. Still nothing. Perhaps she'd go a little further then turn around. It was bloody freezing after all. But first, she'd have to find a place to stash the goods, since Sarah wouldn't put it past Dwayne to put his slimy paws all over her in search of not only his weed, but also cop a feel.

"That sick mother fucker. Honestly, what does Nate see in that guy as a friend? Oh, like... .yeah, he's probably not friends with him for the companionship." Sarah muttered to herself, clicking her flashlight on and taking a deep drag of her second joint.

A slight 'thumping' noise in the growing darkness quickly snatched Sarah's attention. Now, the smart thing to do would have been to turn back and rejoin the safety of the group. However, her drug-hazed mind was telling Sarah to head towards the strange noise in the cold, scary woods, on the off chance it may have been her friends.

"Hello?! Come on, Brandy. It's not funny anymore... not that it ever was..."

She let out a long, loud groan, throwing back her head and rolling her eyes. Huffing, Sarah stomped forward, anxiously tapping a gloved finger on her flashlight. Before she could turn around to head back to her friends, a song-like whistle grabbed her attention. Strange, sounded a little bit like a bird, but surly no animal in their right mind would be out in this weather. Then it happened again, longer this time. It sounded like it was coming... from up in... the tree?

When Sarah gazed upwards at another sing-song whistle, it wasn't coming from a bird, but from a person perched up in the tree, crouched down in an almost cat-like pose, just, watching her. The goth girl glanced up at the strange, tiny female in black. Not much could be seen of her face, since it was covered, save for her eyes. Next to this little weirdo on the branch was what looked like some sort of jumbled pack, but then... Sarah recognized the coat it was wearing and her flashlight shone on a puddle of red melting through the freshly fallen snow.

"W-what-what the fuck?! Who the fuck are you?" she screamed, noticing how the girl in the tree seemed to perk up.

Lisa grinned beneath her mask, shifting her foot just enough to shove the two broken bodies out of the tree, leaving them to crash to the ground with an audible 'thud'. This one had said and accused Jason of doing some particularly horrible things to her, then had the nerve to laugh about it! Now, she was going to pay for it!

"Oh... oh m-m-my God! You psycho bitch... y-you killed them... you murdered t-them?!" Sarah screamed, unsteadily taking several steps backwards and away from her slaughtered friends.

She nearly choked on her sobs, seeing the glazed over, pale, vacant eyes staring back in her from the beam of her flashlight. It was just too much. Deep down, Sarah knew it wasn't just a bad trip, everything was just too real. The thick, coppery scent of blood and death mixed with the crisp, cool winter air, turning her stomach in knots. As much as she hated Dwayne, the rest of them would need to be warned. Or better yet, maybe this little murderess would set her sights on the others, allowing Sarah to escape and pretend this entire thing never happened. Yeah, she liked that plan much better.

A sharp yelp came out of Sarah's mouth as an arrow pieced right through her left shoulder. Holding onto the injury with one hand, she brandished her heavy flashlight up at Lisa in a threatening matter, her makeup now completely destroyed by a seemingly endless flow of tears.

"AGHHHH! Come on, you... chicken shit slut! Get out of that fucking tree and face me, bitch!"

In response, Lisa merely lowered her bow and whistled again, this time in a different tone and pitch. The sound vaguely reminded Sarah of an alarm of some sort, though she wasn't exactly dwelling on that for long! Suddenly, the snowdrift behind her burst to life as an enormous figure erupted out of it, having been perfectly camouflaged by pure, glistening white. Sarah felt her blood turn to ice and all the color drain from her skin as she spun around and came face to face with that hockey masked visage.

"OH MY GO-ULLKKHHH!"

She gagged violently when Jason rushed her, trapping her in a savage bear hug and lifted her up on the ground. Struggling frantically, Sarah dropped her flashlight, the pain from the arrow in her shoulder screaming throughout her body yet her breath quickly leaving her as the brute slowly crushed her to death in his arms. Already she could feel her ribs fracturing and crunching beneath the massive killer's solid muscles as he constricted. Jason glared at the vile, bad girl, the stink of weed in her mouth nearly making him feel sick! With a loud groan, he threw Sarah up against a nearby tree, smacking her head and chest the hardest, causing her to yelp in pain. The bad girl could hardly whimper as she slumped to the ground and attempted to crawl away and desperately tried to catch her breath.

The cold, snowy air stung her lungs painfully and it wasn't long until Sarah found herself coughing up blood, spitting out great globs of it. She tried to scream for help, only she couldn't. Upon hearing the crunch of snow underneath heavy tread boots, the girl found herself breaking down, feebly reaching around in the hopes of finding her flashlight. At the very least, she was hoping that all the weed she smoked earlier would do something to dull the pain. Alas, she wasn't that lucky!

Jason grabbed her by the back of her jacket and threw her onto her back in the middle of the path, leaving a trail of red until he skidded to a halt. Before Sarah could try to make a break for it, the massive killer loomed over her in a dominant and powerful stance, those cold, black eye holes of his mask staring down at her as she writhed in agony.

"N-no... -cough-...f-fuck... y-y-you..." Sarah wheezed, painfully, "I... I hope... y-your little bitch... -cough- chokes... on... -cough- your... f-filthy... waterlogged... cock!"

In a last act of defiance, she gave Jason the middle finger before trying to squirm away, dribbling more blood as she did. But it was for naught. What little air she had managed reclaim was quickly forced out of her body as Jason stomped on Sarah's ribcage, slowly and deliberately applying more and more pressure until her ribs and spine began to snap. From up in the tree, Lisa continued to watch silently, tilting her head ever so slightly as Jason drew his blade in a swift motion and beheaded the bad girl, leaving a large swath of deep crimson against the stark, white ground.

"That's a good boy, Jason." Mother whispered in his ear, reassuringly.

Jason nodded, kicking the bloody corpse out of his way, wiping off his messy machete on her coat before sheathing in. He shook off any residual snow still clinging to him, then tilted his head upwards toward his girl. Positioning himself beneath her, Jason held out his arms and grunted, encouraging his mate to jump. Smiling, Lisa tossed him her bow first, which he caught and set beside him, then she took a leap, falling right into his waiting arms. The girl let out a puff of air, slightly winded, though being in Jason's arms once again... the feeling of his strength enveloping her, protecting her. With a low, gentle growl, he warmly nuzzled Lisa, rewarding her for playing her part to perfection. Returning Jason's affection, the girl pulled down her scarf, lifted up his mask, just enough to reveal his lopsided lips and kissed him.

'Oh my gosh... he's so warm!' Lisa found herself thinking, as she explored the inside of his mouth with her tongue.

She couldn't help but feel a little bit of warming wetness form between her legs. Had it not been for the freezing, bitter cold and three more trespassers to do away with, Lisa would have just taken her mate here and now. However, she quickly dashed that idea once Jason gently set her back down on her feet and returned her bow to her. There was still a job to be done! They shared one last cuddle before collecting the broken bodies and any valuables, Lisa taking the flashlight and dragging the lightest corpse behind her while Jason easily hauled the other two. His bow was now slung over his back, since both hands were in use for now.

Before receding back into the safety of the woods, Jason and Lisa heard some pounding footsteps in the snow and a whimpering voice amongst the wind. Picking up the pace, they saw fresh tracks on the ground that looked as though someone had taken off in a panic, heading back towards the old barn. Smirking, Lisa readjusted her scarf back over her face, glancing up to Jason, who grunted loudly. She could tell that he had an idea in mind for the next strike. Three down, three to go!

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Dwayne, having grown more and more angry over the loss of his high grade marijuana, decided that maybe it was high time he stormed after that bitch Sarah and confront her. There were always ways of taking payment, and it didn't always have to involve a cash transaction. Growling, the muscular boy stomped towards the door.

"Dwayne, sweetie... sure you wont take another?" Cody questioned, with a sly grin.

"That NEVER happened... you got that?!" Dwayne spat.

Todd and Cody both rolled their eyes at their friend, "Just keep telling yourself that." the first of the two laughed, right before Dwayne left in a huff.

"Oh my God, I never that he'd actually let me do it to him..." Cody whispered, indulging in the marshmallows by his pillow.

"Hey babe... we're finally alone..." Todd mentioned, with a playful yet devilish look in his eye, "Now, be a good boy and assume the position!"

Meanwhile, Dwayne left those two to their own devices, ignoring the grunts, whimpers, and moans he began to hear nearly as soon as he shut the door. However, before he could even mutter anything under his breath, the boy took notice of the damaged tires on his SUV.

"What the fuck?! Seriously, is the cunt that mad at me? Stupid bitch needs to be taught her place!"

He grumbled angrily to himself, following Sarah's tracks as best he could, given that fresh snow was beginning to fill them in. Dwayne had even thought he heard something over the wind, though it was to distorted to tell what. However nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him! It quickly became apparent that those were screams Dwayne had heard, Sarah's screams to be exact. There was Sarah's body, relieved of her head and bleeding out on the icy trail. He vaguely caught sight of a small, black figure slide out of a tree and into the arms of a massive, hulking brute waiting underneath. Dwayne's eyes widened; the muscular beast that had just murdered Sarah was gently nuzzling the tiny woman he was holding.

"J-Jason Voorhees... h-he is real... holy fucking shit!" he cursed under his breath.

The boy broke into a run, thankful that participating in both high school and collage football had done wonders for keeping him fit. So far, they hadn't noticed him! This was... horrifying, he wanted to throw up. If Sarah was dead, did that mean Brandy and Nate were too? Not that he was worried about them for the normal reasons, more like calculating how many more living bodies he could chuck at the legendary killer to keep Jason and his bitch busy while HE made his retreat to safety! It may have been cold, but with a push from a major adrenaline rush, Dwayne liked his odds of being able to make it to the safety of the sleepy town twenty or so miles away.

Like a dull beacon of hope, the barn came into view. Still shaking, Dwayne felt at something concealed underneath his coat, relaxing only slightly when he felt it was still there. The boy threw open the door and let it slam against the wall, unleashing a harsh gust of cold air and snow to come inside. Having been engaged in some rather revealing and heavy petting activities, Cody and Todd both gasped, pulling up their sleeping bags in an attempt to both cover up what they were about to start doing and shield from the cold.

"Oh my God... shut the door! Or like, could you knock first?" Cody whined, hastily grabbing his pants and shirt up off the floor.

"Maybe even-holy shit, Dwayne! What is it, you don't look so good. Where's Sarah?" Todd inquired, with a shocked gasp.

Still reeling from his run and knowing that Jason was likely on his trail, Dwayne panted heavily as he shut the barn door and locked it by shoving an enormous wooden beam in place, then dragging anything and everything that could be used as a barricade in front of it.

"D-dead... Sarah's dead...!" he blurted out at least, "I'll bet Brandy and Nate are too! T-they're out there! Mister and Misses fucking Voorhees are out there right NOW! They-they murdered her, c-cut off her fucking head..."

While initially, Todd thought that Dwayne was trying to pull their respective chains, given their hazy minds, Cody knew that the big jock never showed fear of any sort. Something he saw out there obviously shook him up.

"Well what the hell are you waiting for, Christmas?! Put your damn clothes on, we gotta think of something, we gotta move!" Dwayne shouted.

"The car... pack up and go if there are psycho killers out there. But we can't leave without-" Todd began, shimmying back into his pants and lacing up his boots.

Groaning in anger, Dwayne nearly lost it completely, "THEY'RE FUCKING DEAD, TODD! And that's not all, someone slashed the tires on my car! Those were brand new too." he added as an afterthought.

All three of them tried their cell phones, only to find that there was indeed no service. Cody took in a deep gulp as Todd clung to him, both on the verge of hyperventilation.

"W-what? N-no car, a blizzard, it's dark, and two killers lurking about? Just what the fuck are we gonna do?" Cody whimpered, sobering up quite quickly and trying as hard as he could to hold back panicked tears.

Instinctively, Todd whipped out his hunting knife. While not a large weapon, it was at least something to provide the comfort of being armed.

"I'll tell ya what we're gonna do-"

Before Dwayne could finish barking out his orders, something very large suddenly burst through the glass window, landing in between the three remaining trespassers. A loud, very girlish scream escaped Cody's mouth as he gazed down in horror upon the blue-tinted skinned, blood-soaked, headless body of Sarah, splayed out and broken upon their sleeping bags and shards of glass. From out of the darkness, the rest of her was tossed inside as well, nearly knocking Cody in the shoulder. They watched in horror as their friend's head rolled to a stop under a pile of junk. Dwayne's head snapped in the direction of the broken window, momentarily catching sight of a hulking figure skulking about out there. Though he didn't have much time to think on it before the second mauled carcass was chucked through the next closest window, sending another shower of glass shards everywhere.

"SARAH! NATE!" Cody squealed, unable to stop to tears from flowing, "Oh my God! I-I-I can't, I can't!"

By the time Brandy's pale, bloody corpse joined the other two, toppling over a work table, breaking one of it's legs as she crashed to the dirty floor, the trespassers bolted in separate directions, Cody and Todd each screaming hysterically. While Dwayne picked a hiding spot amongst the rows and rows of junk, he took in a few heavy breaths and reached for his "security blanket", a small handgun concealed in the back of his pants. Originally, he had packed it with him in case of wandering wild animals or possible hooligans. Well, two psychotic killers filled both of those categories, actually! Todd had backed himself up, towards the stairs leading to the second floor, while Cody managed to trip over a large pile of crap, nearly getting his foot tangled before fumbling with the door that lead out to the open tool shed, completely unaware that his boyfriend and Dwayne weren't following him.

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From the same second story window she had used earlier that day, Lisa slipped inside once again. The small girl moved like a ninja, hardly making a sound as she navigated the mess up there. While there may not have been much light, she had become increasingly more adept at seeing in the dark, along with using her other senses such and hearing and smell to navigate. While she had yet to learn to be as proficient as her mate in that regard, Lisa was still several steps ahead of the meat bags that came searching for trouble and a good time out in these woods.

She could hear the glass shattering and the screaming down below, obviously thanks to Jason's theatrics. A smile crossed her face; she would have liked to have seen that. Shrugging to herself, the girl cautiously made her way down the steps, catching sight of Cody running for the side door leading to the tool shed and Todd backing up right towards the stairs she was climbing down. Lisa couldn't see the chauvinistic pig anywhere, though he could have escaped through the back. She and Jason would round him up eventually!

Their entire camping spot was in disarray, sleeping bags and camp pads in a jumbled mess, electric lanterns and flashlights knocked around, limiting the light within the confines, and even the contents of a few coolers and backpacks strewn about. And of course, three relatively fresh corpses slowly leaking puddles of blood and other bodily fluids on the floor.

"Cody, CODY BABE! Where are you going? C-Cody...?" Todd cried out, "H-he didn't leave me... h-he just didn't realize that I wasn't -hic- following."

He clung tightly to his knife, whipping his head in all directions, save for up, debating on whether or not he should brave trotting over the carcasses of his friends to get to the tool shed door and look for his boyfriend. It was dark, maybe Cody was just hiding out on the woods.

"D-Dwayne... w-where'd you go? W-w-we need to get out there and find Cody."

While calling out for his hiding friend, Todd was completely unaware of the danger lurking just above his head. Silently, Lisa set her bow and quiver of arrows down, opting for a hunting knife she pulled out from under her coat. The girl padded forward like a cat ready to corner a mouse, lightly perching on a level part of the railing and looking down on her quarry, ears twitching at the sound of Todd's pleas for Cody. There was some muffled grunting and rustling, sounding like it had come from the shed; it seemed as though the poor, foolish boy was becoming acquainted with Jason.

"Oh my God! B-babe?! Baby, hang on, I'm going t-to-"

Todd was cut off as a black blur pounced on top of him from behind. Fumbling and thrashing around, loosing his glasses in the process, he gritted his teeth when he felt a stabbing pain tear through his skin and thick, winter coat. The much larger, albeit clumsier male stumbled to the floor, howling in agony before blindly swinging his own blade around. Eventually, Todd managed to dislodge his attacker, scrabbling on his knees and grasping the deep, bleeding wound towards his back lower shoulder with some difficulty. During the scuffle, Lisa's hood and scarf had fallen off, fully revealing her evil smile and feral eyes. The girl tilted her head, flicking excess, sticky blood from her blade. Even at the blurry sight of this insane, wild woman, Todd had nearly wet himself.

"I-i-it's y-you... y-you must b-be her... t-the one Jason kidnapped and- D-DWAYNE! HELP ME!" Todd screamed, right before Lisa lunged as him.

For such a tiny thing, she had surprising strength and resilience. Todd's eyes widened with terror as he was knocked to the ground yet again, squealing when he realized that it was Sarah's decapitated body that had broken his fall. Thick, sticky blood oozed out of her neck stump and her lifeless flesh made disgusting 'squelching' noises as he attempted to find his footing.

Lisa let out a huff of annoyance as Todd's blade cut a gash in her raincoat. (Something else to add to their repair list.) So, that's what they're saying in town about her, then? That she was a victim of Stockholm Syndrome on a severe level? Those shallow-minded morons would never understand! Jason came into her life at a time she needed him most, yet ironically, also when he needed her most too. Lisa opened her mouth in a silent hiss and raised her blade once more.

Peaking out from the rubble of boxes, crates, and junk, Dwayne watched the knife fight between Todd and the psycho chick progress. Yup, that was the same girl he saw leap into that massive hulk's arms, willingly, like she had WANTED to be there. Since the body stunt, there had been no sign of Jason anywhere. Yet, Dwayne ignored Todd's cries for help as the girl began to overpower him, mentally reminding himself that he needed to preserve his bullets to protect his own skin!

'Besides," Dwayne thought to himself, 'It's about time that fag learned to get intimate with a woman, for once!'

"B-back off, you sick l-little... bitch!" Todd yelped, "D-Dwayne... so-someone... h-help! Please!"

While Lisa suffered only a couple of shallow cuts, Todd hadn't been nearly so lucky! Just when the chunkier male made a pretty good stab right in Lisa's outer thigh, causing her to scream, yet barely a whimper escaped her mouth, she pierced her prey right in the throat. A spatter of blood painted the girl's face as she began to saw the blade deeper and deeper, severing arteries and vocal cords. Todd's eyes widened in terror once his attacker ripped her knife out and then felt the cold grip of death grasping him mercilessly. Getting out a few, last choking sobs, blood dribbling from his mouth and the gash in he neck, he tried to bring Lisa down with him to no avail. The boy was dead before his heavy set body thundered to the floor.

'I'm not the one who's sick here.' Lisa purred inwardly, prying Todd's knife out of his limp hand.

After admiring her trophy, she made it a point to destroy the drug paraphernalia and the alcohol, as Jason had instructed her to do on sight many times before. The girl kicked the blood gushing corpse out of her way, lightly stepping over the body of Brandy, intending to collect her bow and arrows before joining her mate outside. Before she even reached the stairs, Lisa paused, head whipping around at the slightest noise of feet shuffling, followed by the distinctive, light 'click' of a revolver's hammer being pulled back and a round loading in the chamber. Instinctively, the girl ducked for cover, flinching slightly at the loud 'BANG' overhead followed by splintering wood overhead.

Gasping silently and going slightly wide-eyed herself, Lisa chanced a peak, narrowing her gaze when she caught sight of Dwayne roughly ten feet away.

'Of course HE has a fucking gun!' she spat, mentally.

"So... YOU must be Jason's little piece of pussy then, aren't ya?" Dwayne taunted, readying another round.

He found it quite unusual that this girl had yet to make any sort of noise. Normally, any other girl would have been screeching and shouting by now. Come to think of it, Dwayne had been expecting any girl that had been living with Jason Voorhees to be a filthy, squalid, half-starved, and unhealthy little mongrel. But Lisa appeared to be very well cared for and was quite pretty to look at, despite her visible scars and wounds.

"Hmmm... the quiet type... a girl who knows her place around a real man. Let's see, you and that wild, inbred hillbilly took away my fucking friends, you little bitch... maybe I ought to just take you! Show ol' Jason how it's done."

Dwayne, with his free hand, grabbed at his crotch and shook it a few times, licking his lips. It wouldn't be the first time forcing a girl to lay with him, and the more wild and exotic the better! Perhaps if he could take the girl hostage, he could keep Jason at bay and escape, provided the big, dumb brute wasn't willing to risk loosing his carefully groomed treasure to a bullet in the head. Lisa may have had two knives at this moment, but Dwayne still had five more bullets.

Lisa nearly felt herself wanting to vomit listening to the toxic spew pouring from that young douche bag's mouth. She visibly tensed up, then gracefully threw one of her knives across the room with a silent, defiant snarl.

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When Cody stumbled into the freezing cold tool shed, the door slamming shut behind him, he turned around with a start, hugging himself fearfully when he realized neither Todd nor Dwayne had followed him. It was terrifyingly dark in there and with all the ancient tools and equipment paired with the howling wind outside, tricks played by one's own mind were inevitable.

"Todd... Todd babe, it that you?" Cody questioned shakily, catching sight of a shadow shifting in the darkness.

The brightly dressed boy flinched when he heard Todd's voice from the other room, yet the tall, looming shadow sharing his space became even bigger as it focused into view. A loud, gruff exhale was the only answer Cody was given, followed by nearly coming nose to nose with that infamous, ivory, blood-stained, battle scarred hockey mask and the mountain of solid, flesh-rending muscle it was attached to. He could smell the coppery scent of blood combined with earth wafting from the brute's ragged clothing. Embarrassingly, Cody felt warm, wet liquid trickle down his pant leg.

"Ah... o-oh ….m-m-my... h-h-holy... s-shit! J-Jason... Jason V-V-Voorhees!"

Snorting with minor amusement, Jason quirked his working eye, already smelling the reek of fear from the terrified boy. (Or maybe that was just his urine.) At once, Cody screamed as loudly as humanly possible, then ran for it, throwing random, cluttered stuff behind him in a pitiful attempt to slow the murderer down. Growling low in his throat and shoulders hunched, Jason furiously stomped after his target, grabbing a woodcutting axe that had been resting against the wall as he did. Although he didn't so much as turn, he could hear Todd's shouts from inside the barn and his crooked mouth turned up into a smile. Yes, his good girl was hard at work! Later tonight, after the job was finished, he intended to reward her.

Wearing all that flashy, bright pink on his body and dying his hair neon green and orange hadn't done Cody any favors, as even a blind man could have spotted him in the dark! The boy felt his heart pounding so hard, he thought it might pop right out of his ribcage! But it wasn't only his racing heart! Oh no, thundering footfalls, crunching snow and ice beneath them echoed in Cody's ears; he dare not so much as look over his shoulder.

"J-just keep running... j-j-just... k-keep... running!" Cody strained.

Jason skidded to a halt, kicking up a large dusting of fresh powder snow when he did. Snarling furiously, the powerful brute gripped the axe in both hands, holding it over his head. With all his might, he lobbed it through the air, listening the the deep 'whoosh' of each rotation the deadly blade made before it finally impacted right in Cody's back. With a sharp, pained gasp, the boy tumbled to the freezing ground, the axe still in lodged just along his spine. Once he was down, Jason picked up his pace to a swift sprint, intent on ending this upstart.

"P-please.. I-I d-don't want to-" Cody pleaded.

Without mercy, Jason ripped the axe out of the boy's body and kicked him over onto his back, ignoring the pathetic attempts this Cody was making to have his miserable life spared. If he didn't want to die, then he shouldn't have come here to get his kicks! Cody was only able to get out one, last whimpering squeal as Jason brutally brought the axe down upon him again and again. After the first swing he was dead, but Jason kept on going, sending blood, chunks of flesh, and bits of organs flying in all directions, sullying the once pristine snow dark crimson. Satisfied at the mutilated mess before his feet, the massive killer took one last swing, embedding the blade of the axe into what was left of Cody's shoulder, using the shaft to drag the corpse through the snow, leaving a trail of deep red against the stark white. Jason needed to get back to the barn, then he and his girl could track down the last of the troublemakers and do away with him. That one he'd take particular satisfaction in slaughtering; NO ONE spoke about Mother or Lisa in such a way and got away with it!

"Jason! Forget about that bad boy, your good girl needs you, NOW!" Mother warned, with a loud hiss.

Mother would NEVER tell him to ignore one of his offerings to her unless she had good reason. Then, three gunshots rang through the air! With his undead heart hammering within his chest, Jason abandoned the slain boy and bolted through the snow, mismatched eyes fixed on the barn; Lisa must still be inside! The sight that greeted the mighty killer when he returned for his good girl nearly sucked every last breath away. It appeared that Lisa had put up one hell of a good fight, as Dwayne was bleeding from both his head and legs and walked with a limp. However, he was also forcing Lisa, with a revolver to her head, to walk out of the tool shed, his free arm wrapped around her slender waist. She too looked as though she'd been knocked around a good one too. In particular, two bad wounds to her right thigh, one inflicted by a knife, and the other, probably one of those gunshots Jason had just heard.

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"Move it, bitch, unless you wanna find out what your pretty little head will look like splattered all over the walls," Dwayne snarled, "Although, seems your owner kind of likes that look. He's already permanently gagged you, it seems. Maybe the inbred hillbilly is smarter than he looks! Betcha anything that mouth of yours works for other things though, right?"

'Oh... you won't live long enough to find out, you son of a bitch!' Lisa growled to herself.

Lisa let out a silent hiss, twisting around to glare at her captor, only to be prodded roughly with the steel revolver barrel to her temple. Wincing from the painful bruise already forming there and the agony creeping throughout the rest of her body, the girl reluctantly stepped forward, doing her best to ignore the foul stench of this vile fiend that dare put his hands upon her. They both halted in their tracks, the path being blocked by a seething wall of furious muscle. Lisa smiled, letting out a few sharp whistles and clicked her tongue, eyes fixed on the dark holes hiding her mate's eyes.

When Dwayne jammed his revolver against the struggling girl's neck to shut her up, Jason nearly went completely livid, reaching for the hilt of his machete.

"Uh-uh-uh! Unless you want her to be just another body in your basement, big boy!" Dwayne warned, gripping Lisa tighter while taking in a deep inhale of her hair, "Mhmhhhhh... and she's gotta be worth something to you to have kept her alive this long, be it a good lay or even just a faithful little pet! Huh? Does the pretty kitty wanna return to her master's lap?" he cooed, in her ear.

Jason's mismatched eyes wandered over his girl, chest heaving furiously and a loud growl emphasizing each shuddering intake of breath. However, his working eye wondered down, to where Lisa was just lightly tapping the front of her thigh, cringing as she felt Dwayne's warm, moist breath in her ear. Many would have dismissed it as involuntary twitching and nerves, but Jason was getting a very clear message while the foolish prick was busy running his mouth. Lisa was telling Jason that she had a plan, her captor was shaken, angry, desperate, and even on the verge of hysterical. Sooner or later, he was going to make a mistake and right now, the girl could take some small comfort in knowing, that Dwayne himself knew, that she was FAR more valuable alive then dead. Dead, there was nothing from stopping Jason from just tearing the boy's head off. But, so long as the girl's life was in danger, Jason warily held his ground though begrudgingly gave the vile creature that held his mate space.

"Well now... isn't this rich?! So... s-so you get to go around... killing everyone who comes out here looking for a good time... then here you are with your own piece of ass and pussy to keep you warm at night?!" Dwayne shouted, his voice cracking slightly as he grinned insanely.

When he yanked Lisa up against his chest, she yelped quietly, feeling Dwayne's bulge rapidly hardening and poking her backside. The girl's heart began to beat faster and her breathing picked up.

'Oh shit... shit... don't you even fucking think about it, pervert!' Lisa growled inwardly, eyes darting to look at her captor, if only for a moment

Anxiously, Jason took a step forward, enraged at how distraught his girl had become. By now, his entire body was shaking with rage. Not only because of what this fiend was doing to both him and his girl, but the irony of some stinging truth to his words.

"That's what I thought, you fucking inbred!" Dwayne snapped, his arm wrapped around Lisa's waist lowering, as his hand wandered down to the waistline of her pants, causing his captive to shudder, "Well, since y-you killed the bitch I was planning on trying out... maybe I should just take yours instead!"

A loud snarl emanated in Jason's throat as Dwayne, gun still pointed at Lisa's head, finger on the trigger, stuffed his other hand down the girl's pants and began to feel around for her entrance. Only once before had Lisa ever felt so filthy and violated, and those last creeps never got as far as this one was. She shook violently, feeling cold fingers penetrating her over and over again and a throbbing hardness behind her. While Dwayne sighed and cooed, clearly getting off at not only feeling her up, but infuriating the mighty Crystal Lake Killer all at the same time, he had her start walking forward.

Lisa's mind was racing at this point. She winced painfully in absolute disgust, eyes darting all around the shed as she was forced forward. The rusty pitchfork could be fun to use. Make sure to miss the major arteries and send him into septic shock. Large splinters of wood could be a blast too, or any assortment of various sickles, shovels, hell, even a weed whacker would make for a gruesome death. Doing her best to ignore the torture Dwayne was putting her through, she mouthed to her fuming mate, "It's okay, Jason."

Then she laid tear-stained eyes on it, buried under some junk. But, that could easily be undone. Yes... with each thrust of this animal's finger and jerking motion that forced her to awkwardly walk while he raped her with his fingers in front of Jason, the girl now knew EXACTLY what she wanted to do with him! She began to simply shut out all of Dwayne's moaning and threats, turning her attention back to Jason. Slowly, she gave a slight nod, shaking violently.

'Yes... you deserve NOTHING less, mother fucker!'

Suddenly, that fire burning within Jason's blood erupted into an all out inferno. He couldn't take this any longer, wouldn't stand for this violation and mockery. Lisa, his good girl, had the one thing no one else in his territory had ever been gifted; both his and Mother's blessing. Come to think of it, Mother had never objected to Lisa's presence. She had even guided him, encouraged even, on protecting and taking care of her, even gave him tips on courting her! That strange, strange girl WAS a gift from Mother, the best gift she ever could have given him as a reward for years and years of his faithful service.

"Jason, my special, special boy... Your good girl is resilient, strong, and very, very brave. She is doing what she must to keep you safe. Now, you must return the favor. When you get your chance, make that son of a bitch remember what fear tastes like! Do NOT make it quick for him! Listen to Mother." Mother commanded.

Slowly, Jason nodded his head, both in response to Mother's orders and to Lisa's signal. However, Dwayne just smirked, thinking that it was all in compliance to his demands.

"Yeah, that's what I thought there, freak show! Oh... oh... your bitch, she's nice and wet, soaking wet just for me," Dwayne taunted, removing his hand out from Lisa's pants so that he could taste her off of his fingers, "Mmmmhhhhh... tastes like candy. Maybe even a great ugly brute like you can learn a thing or two from a real man like me! Wanna find out?"

In a quick move, he thrust his pelvis out, jamming his partial boner against Lisa's backside. She bucked and hunched over just enough to loosen his grip on her and saw out the corner of her eye how he was holding the gun. Sloppy, uncoordinated, too blinded by lustful thoughts. That split second would cost Dwayne dearly. Lashing out violently, Lisa whipped around and dropped to the floor while performing a low, sweeping kick, knocking the pervert's legs out from under him before rolling out of the way. In an instant, Jason had already charged forward, in what seemed like a single bound, and snatched Dwayne up by his neck before he even hit the ground. A single gunshot rang through the air, followed by an annoyed grunt from Jason. Lisa panted heavily, watching worriedly as the handgun skittered along the ground, to stop only God knows where in the darkness. Legs shaking, the girl arose to her feet, hastily closing herself back up and smiling at the sight before her.

Now it was Dwayne's turn to squirm as he thrashed, unable to get so much as a whimper out as he found himself smashed against the wall, splintering it, staring right into the enraged, mismatched eyes of a seething Jason Voorhees. Both of the massive killer's hands wrapped around Dwayne's neck, though he didn't just go for a quick break of the vertebrae. No! That was too fast and merciful! This one needed to suffer for what he had done! Jason wanted to feel the blood on his hands, to break every bone! Hopelessly, Dwayne scrabbled at Jason's arms and wrists, kicking and flailing in an attempt to free himself. All that cockiness and smarm had vanished, revealing nothing more than a terrified, spoiled brat that had never known true punishment and fear until now. His mouth gaped, almost like a guppy, desperately trying to gulp down a breath of life-giving air that refused to enter his lungs.

'No, no...Jason... he needs to be alive for this!' Lisa rasped, inwardly, 'I want him to feel EVERYTHING!'

Jason's expression changed, ever so slightly, when he felt small, gentle hands upon his bicep. With a grunt he whipped his head around as Lisa hugged his arm, silently pleading with him to put Dwayne down.

"What is she thinking? Asking me to spare this worthless bag of flesh after what he did to her? No... not this time, Lisa. This is one request even from you I cannot grant. He threatened you, touched you, even tasted you... he MUST pay with his life!" Jason snarled to himself, turning his head back to focus on the swine in human skin once more.

At first, Jason ignored her pleas, horribly confused as to why she would even request such a thing, until she prodded him again and stared up with large, watery, almost doe-like eyes. For a moment, he thought the poor girl had cracked completely, even worried that she may have become ill after what Dwayne had done to her. Then he saw her gesture over her shoulder as she wiped away her tears and gave a small smile. A rumbling growl reverberated within Jason's chest and throat as his grip loosened from around Dwayne's neck, just enough to let him breathe. NOW he understood and gave a nod in approval.

Gasping for air, Dwayne choked out a laugh, flashing Lisa a cocky grin, "Oh... -cough- I get... i-it now... h-he actually... -cough- takes the orders... from you?! Ha... ha... pussy-whipped... redneck. Did you like it, then, little kitty? Want some... -cough- more? G-got some milk... i-in my flesh straw... for ya..."

At his insulting inquiries, Jason snarled, slamming his prey up against the wall again, causing him to reel and whimper in agony. Lisa leveled a fierce glare to the boy, taking a small notepad out of her jacket pocket. Calmly, she scribbled something down then shoved it in Dwayne's face, causing what little color he had left to drain from his skin. (And Lisa and Jason couldn't be too certain, but his bowels may have released as well!)

-Don't flatter yourself, asshole. I can't hear you scream if Jason's strangling you!- she had written.

Pocketing the notepad, the girl gave her man a light kiss on the cheek, resulting in a pleased purr, then turned away and began shifting and moving crates and old piles of crap. It was when she removed a torn up and dirty tarp did Dwayne discover that what Lisa had done just now was no act of mercy, as she motioned for her exceptionally dangerous and powerful boyfriend to drag him towards... the wood chipper! Jason obliged, delighting in the terrified squeals his captured prey released while struggling. Dwayne's eyes practically bulged out of his sockets, screaming and begging for mercy.

"W-wait-wait! I-it's cool, man! I-I wasn't actually... gonna do anything with her! C-come on... i-i-it was just... -cough- a bit of fingering!" Dwayne pleaded, tears flowing down his cheeks, "I-I got some... real high grade weed! Y-you two can h-have it! Just p-p-please... please God, no!"

Turns out God wasn't answering Dwayne's prayers today, as while Lisa began pressing buttons on the large, deadly machine until it roared to life, wickedly sharp, textured blades spinning at a dizzyingly fast pace, Jason had gotten to work stripping a now sniveling and cowering Dwayne of his heavy winter clothing and boots. No sense in jamming up the machine, after all. He may decide to use it again, especially if the results please his good girl! Now stark raving naked, freezing cold, and knowing that he was about to endure a horrifying and messy death, Dwayne screamed as loud as his lungs would allow, struggling frantically as Jason hefted his squirming body over his shoulder, putting him into position just above the cruel, spinning blades.

"NO... NO! PLEASE! NO! Don't... no, no, no... PLEASE... I WAS NEVER GONNA REALLY DO ANYTHING! I'm begging you, have mercy!" Dwayne cried, sobbing violently and shaking.

He threw one last look towards Lisa, who merely crossed her arms and shuddered in disgust. The girl seethed, fighting the tears that wanted to flow once more. Then, she just smiled. Before Dwayne could question her confusing actions, rough hands grasped his naked flesh and then... PAIN! Unimaginable, excruciating anguish as sharp, whirring blades ripped into the flesh and bone of his feet, causing a mess of blood, bones, and chunks of meat to fly off in different directions. Jason didn't even flinch as he slowly and methodically stuffed the screeching, writhing creature down the wood chipper's chute, painting his jacket and mask crimson with gore. Even as spatter landed on Lisa, she couldn't tear her eyes off of the horrific sight, watching as her torturer and violator was now ruthlessly chopped down to his knees by a cold, steel machine that knew no mercy, still alive and screaming, as his ground up flesh and blood sprayed against the far wall, serving as a gruesome and permanent reminder of what was to befall ANYONE who so much as touched Jason's good girl.

"MY LEGS! MY FUCKING LEGS! AAAGGGHHHHHHHHH! GO TO HELL! BOTH OF YOU!" Dwayne screamed, uselessly clawing at Jason's arms, hands, and chest in an effort to crawl out of the death trap.

"You first!" Lisa mouthed at him, smirking once more.

As she had desired, the girl heard his tormented screams. Jason made sure she got as many as so pleased her, holding the rapidly weakening swine just above the blades before jamming him back in, then out, then in again, making sure the suffering and torment lasted as long as possible. By the time the wood chipper blades tore through Dwayne's intestines and began hacking his lungs to unidentifiable bits, he had let out one final scream before going completely limp and the light left his eyes. The formally good looking twenty something was now an unrecognizable rotting, flesh and blood paste coating the wall that even a CSI team would have an impossible time identifying as human remains! Chunks dribbled to the floor, making the most horrible of squelching noises noises as it did. Both Jason and Lisa were breathing heavily, eyes fixed on the stomach churning sight before them. It was done.

"That's a good boy, Jason. Now, go to your good girl. She needs you." Mother whispered in Jason's ear.

Quickly, Jason turned off the wood chipper and approached Lisa anxiously. She didn't look so good, her skin had become pale and she shook violently, tears flowing down her cheeks. Come to think of it, there was still the matter of wounds that needed treatment. Before Lisa collapsed to the ground, Jason caught her, pulling the shaken girl into a hug. Uncaring of the blood and gore, she clung to Jason, practically trying to burrow into him, mouthing over and over again how sorry she was.

'I-I never intended i-it to get that... far... I'm sorry, Jason.'

Jason was being incredibly gentle with her, terrified that in his residual rage, he could accidentally hurt the girl. Carefully, he picked her up so that she could be eye level with him, expecting Lisa would just want to be held and comforted for a while. Instead, the girl aggressively nuzzled against him, getting a mess of blood and pasty flesh all over her face, but she didn't care. Jason lifted up his mask, kissing Lisa on her forehead. He growled possessively, cuddling right back, wishing once again that HE could tell Lisa how sorry he was. But, he hadn't needed words in the past, what difference would they make now? She had NOTHING to apologize for!

Tears still streaming down her face, Lisa's gaze met with Jason's. Gingerly, her gentle giant lowered his head, enough to reach the base of the girl's throat, and kissed her scar. In return, she caressed the deformed half of his face, once again giving Jason a firm yet caring reminder that she truly loved and wanted ALL of him.

"I love you, Jason." she mouthed, managing a small smile.

Unable to answer in a traditional way, Jason merely grunted again, kissing his good girl's throat once more. She sighed contently and took in a few deep breaths. It was all done now. Lisa curled into Jason's warmth, her shaking lessening somewhat as she relaxed in his powerful arms. She loved the feeling of Jason tightening his hold around her, like she belonged to him and he would never let her go. Another growl rumbled in the powerful brute's chest when Lisa finally began to settle down. Yes, within those arms, she was safe and secure. The girl was his as he was hers.

By now, it was completely dark outside and the snow and wind picked up fiercely, howling dreadfully through the woods. There was quite a mess to clean up, spoils to sort through and bodies to dispose of, but those could wait. Until Lisa requested otherwise.

"Jason... let's go home."

Author's Notes:: First of all, since the Review system here appears to be on the fritz, I'd like to post some reviews that I got in my Email but for some reason aren't actually showing up on site.

From an Anonymous Guest:: I'm so happy you continued this! I love this so much! I can't wait to see more of the cute and deadly duo XD

I'm glad too, it's been an amazingly fun ride! These characters are just so much fun to work with.

And from the fantastic Lady Voorhees herself, (seriously people, GIVE LADY VOORHEES SOME LOVE! Without her, there's none of this!) :: OMFG woman! I love this soo soo much! The deaths were awesome gruesome! And Lisa and Jason you write then just as I would and even more descriptive as ever! I can't wait till next chapter. If anyone had told me 6 months ago the someone might want to write me a fan chapter I would have said they were insane and that I would never find anyone worthy, but you're so amazing! Makes me want to finish Bound Fedora that much faster so I can pick up where is left off in Deadly Together Forever Unstoppable. -huggles-

*Tackle hugs* And I'm grateful that YOU, My Lady, have gifted and trusted me with permission to use your characters and settings. It's REALLY helped get me back into my writing groove... but you already knew that. Don't rush Bound Fedora, (I'm still anxiously awaiting/following that. lol) Next chapter is gonna be titled "Indulgence", it's more than just Lemon, it's gonna be an entire damn Lemon Cream Pie! *hint, hint*

Now then... this was fun... 20 pages of pure fun and vicariously living out some of my retail days fantasies. Where do I start... well, if you're reading this, I'm just going to assume that you read the chapter, so here goes. Major staple of ANY Ft13th is getting slaughtered while engaging in sexual acts. Jason is such a good teacher to his girl! I figured that with Lisa being somewhat prone into getting in over her head, Jason would want to train her on using distance weapons. Plus... archery is just plain fun!

While discussing ideas with Lady Voorhees, she suggested the "Snow Drift" idea that was used as part of the playful snow fight in part 1 be reused as a camouflage tactic in part 2, which I think worked beautifully. (I affectionately nickname it "Abominable Snow-Jason".) I really love delving into how these two work as a team, even though they're both mute in the traditional sense. Hand signals, then grunts, growls, and snorts from Jason and whistles and tongue clicks for Lisa. Those two speak a language that only they understand and can give them a huge advantage over their unsuspecting prey.

Lisa, I just envision her as being very cat-like. Silent, precise, strikes hard and fast! Most people are more afraid of the hulking brute that's with her and tend to underestimate the girl's strength and combat prowess.

Of course, one of my favorite kills from the 2009 Friday the 13th was that amazing axe lob. I just LOVED that! (Especially since in a D&D game I played a LONG time ago, my asshole DM denied me the option of throwing a full sized axe in such a way! Suck it, Jason did it!) Anyways, LOVE the axe lob, HAD to use it here.

And... I mentioned in passing while in the beginning stages with Lady Voorhees something along the lines of, "Hmmmmm... debating if one of them should have a long engagement with the wood chipper." Since that was a key element in the 2009 movie and Lisa and Jason were at that barn! At once, Lady Voorhees responded with upmost enthusiasm, thus Dwayne the Swine was forged! I mean, that Clay dude nearly had his head ripped off in the blades and even Jason himself nearly took a nosedive in there! (Which is why I made him somewhat leery of the machine. He may be able to regenerate/come back to life but it would still hurt like mother fucking Hell!) Still, I figured it was a gory, horrifying, and brutal way to go and totally belonged in the realms of Ft13th. Now, if the guy had taken his rape even further... well, I honestly don't know how to top that! Being shredded by a wood chipper whilst alive to feel EVERYTHING! The fact that Lisa picked it, even better. Moral of the story... DON'T VACATION TO CRYSTAL LAKE! Just leave the guy alone, that's all Jason really wants!

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.