Chapter 6

Jason vs. Ash

Okay, let's play a quick game of catch up here: I have just arrived at the former home of a psychopathic killer; I retrieved a book that is over ten-thousand years old, inked in blood and bound in flesh; survived an attack at the hands of a hockey mask-clad killer; and saved a beautiful blonde in the process. Life is so fucking great!

My guess is that Mr. Hockey Mask isn't just a pissed-off trick-or-treater that's nearly two months late for Halloween. In my opinion, I think he's a Deadite manifestation Hell-bent on stopping yours-truly from getting the Necronomicon. This goon has already sliced his way through at least one group of sex-crazed punks and now wants to take care of good old Yours Truly.

Well, Slap Shot has two things to learn about Ashley J. Williams: One; I need a new car with a working starter;

And Two; I don't die easily.

At least, not so far...

Jason was getting closer and closer! Bree was in absolute hysterics, shouting fearfully for her life and yanking on the handle of the door to get out, not aware that Ash had locked it to keep her from doing just that!

"He's coming!" Bree shouted as she pounded on the glass!

Jason raised his machete and threw it into the windshield, the steel implement a blur as it sped towards Ash's head! It crashed through the window, sending glass raining down inside the car; Ash's reflexes kicked in and he caught it with his metal hand, the tip only centimeters away from his nose!

Bree's scream was ear-splitting! Ash finally unlocked the door and rose out of the driver's seat!

"Run," he told Bree just as Jason brought his hands down on the hood of the car, smashing it in and shaking the car violently! Bree took Ash's advice to heart and bolted away from the car as Ash dropped the machete on the snow, running out towards the lake! Once he reached the shore, he turned around to see Jason picking his machete up out of the snow!

"Alright, Hockey Fuck, let's go!" Ash shouted, firing his shotgun! The buckshot hit Jason square in the gut, sending him stumbling backwards briefly, but he quickly regained his balance.

Ash turned to run out onto the lake and reload the gun, but slipped on the ice and skidded forward, the Necronomicon sliding from his bag! He briefly paid it no mind, instead focusing on breaking up the gun and putting two more shells inside! He snapped it shut and pointed it back to where Jason had been moments ago... only to find his barrel pointed at empty air!

Ash's heart dropped, looking around like a paranoid chicken! He had to be here somewhere...

Not seeing any sign of Jason, Ash turned back to the book. He saw it less than ten feet away from his left foot, and began inching across the ice towards it, only to be knocked to the ground by what seemed like a semi-truck!

Ash looked up and saw that the semi-truck was actually Jason, who was casting an enormous shadow over him! Jason bent down and grabbed Ash by the shirt collar, lifting him up off the ground!

A pair of headlights turned on behind Jason! Ash looked back and saw the lights bearing down on them! The car slammed into Jason, who then dropped Ash to the ground while the car, a massive sports utility vehicle, moved past so quickly that Ash didn't even have time to yell! He was so close that if he had stuck his tongue out, he could have licked the chrome!

Jason, however, didn't fare so well! The car smacked into the hulking figure, sending him flying! Jason flew horizontal through the air and smacked into a tree with a "CRACK" and with such force that a normal human would have been snapped in two! Unfortunately, Jason wasn't a normal human...

Ash landed only a few feet from the Necronomicon. He quickly grabbed it just as the SUV squealed to a stop in front of him! Ash was perplexed by its presence until the passenger's side door opened, and he saw Carrie reaching over from the driver's seat!

"Get in!"

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Ash obeyed Carrie's order and shut the door!

Behind them, though they couldn't see it through the snow flurry, Jason stood up, ready for more! He began walking after the taillights, but they were soon gone, vanished in the white flurry!

"How did you find me here?" Ash asked Carrie once he got his seat-belt on.

"I followed you! What the hell were you doing out there?"

Winded, Ash took a moment before responding. "You got guts, kid. I'll give you that," Ash said. "But you could have been killed back there!"

"Same to you, Elvis!" Carrie shot back. "You weren't exactly Flash Gordon yourself!"

Ash let out a chuckle at Carrie's wit before leaning back into the seat and sighing heavily as he looked out the window. "I'm such a goddamn idiot," he muttered. Carrie's look of confusion motivated him to continue. "Last year, a friend that's been helping me track the Necronomicon pushed this book on me. Crystal Darkness, by Stephen Freeman."

"Oh yeah, I remember that book," Carrie said. "We have paperback copies at the store. It's about this killer who comes back from beyond the grave and starts terrorizing his hometown, going after his family and everyone close to them. Sort of a fictionalized version of the Jason legend."

"Yeah, I know what it's about; I read the damn thing! Well, there's a couple parts that take place in the killer's childhood home, and in the basement, Freeman describes a book similar to the Necronomicon!"

"How similar?" Carrie asked.

"Similar enough that I knew Freeman had seen the real thing! He even uses the name 'Voorhees' in the novel, but he never gave up a location where the story takes place! That was the only clue I couldn't dig up!"

"Why didn't you track him down and ask him?"

"I did that," Ash said. "Only found his grave, his widow, and his daughter. Daughter had no idea what I was flapping my gums about, and the widow wouldn't talk!

"And earlier, when you told me the legend of Jason Voorhees, I almost made the connection then, but your idiot friend Raoul... Goddamn, and then I didn't make the connection again until those punk kids told me they were going to the Voorhees Mansion... Fuck, how could I have been so stupid?"

"Ash, calm down," Carrie said.

"If I had gotten there earlier... Goddamnit, they'd all still be alive!" Ash brought his fist down on the dashboard with a bang, distracting Carrie momentarily from the road. When she looked back, there was something moving through the mist in front of them.

"Look out!" Ash cried as Carrie screamed!

Carrie brought the car to a squealing halt. The lights shone through the mist and illuminated the half-naked figure of Bree walking out of it. She had the bedsheet wrapped around her figure, but it was in tatters and covered in twigs and leaves.

"Thank God, she's still alive," Ash said as he got out of the vehicle and approached the shocked young girl. "Come on, Bree. Get in the car." Bree didn't move towards them, barely even acknowledging their presence.

Ash grabbed her by the hand and led her back to the vehicle; she was in a near-catatonic state, but crawled into the backseat under her own power, and sat in silence for the remainder of the ride back to town.

Ash turned to Carrie as he got back in himself, and said, "That monster is still out there. We've got two problems and we can't solve either of them here. We need to get back to S-Mart and regroup. There we can find a way to get rid of the Deadites and that hockey-loving psycho."

Carrie nodded as Ash got in. She turned the key and drove into the mist.

"No, no, no! It's so simple; a brain-dead invalid could do it! What the fuck is your excuse?"

Freddy paced the front of a classroom. On the board, "Mr. Krueger" was etched into the surface. The classroom was empty, desks overturned and covered in dust so thick that it caused them to appear grey instead of brown. The only other occupant was Little Jason Voorhees, who sat in the center front chair and wore a button-down shirt with the words "Krueger Private Academy" stenciled on the front.

"Let's go over it again, shall we?" Freddy's finger knives screeched as he carved an image into the blackboard. The first was a crude drawing of Jason's mask. It was followed by a plus sign and an image of the Necronomicon. The final image of the equation was a picture of Freddy holding the book in his hand.

"Today's lesson," Freddy continued, "is called 'Quit fucking around and get me that damned book!'" Freddy punctuated his sentence by taking his gloved hand and carving an underline on the image.

Freddy approached Jason and took a claw to the top of his head. He tapped Jason on the head and remarked, "Hello, McFag! Anyone home? Hello!" Jason just whimpered as Freddy said, "Porch lights on, but nobody's home."

He dug the claw into Jason's head, sliced it open and said, "Guess I'll let myself in and have a look."

Jason did nothing but whimper as Freddy stuck his clawed hand into Jason's head and start looking for something. After a while, he pulled out an S-Mart nametag.

Freddy studied it and said the name on the tag: "Ashley J. Williams. Well if Mr. Minimum Wage has my book; I guess I'll just have to put in a special order."

Jake and Sandy had no idea what was unfolding only a few hundred yards away. They were too busy making out to even notice the wind was picking up, blowing snow with it. It was a good thing they were locked inside the warm cabin.

Sandy was lying against Jake, who was sitting with his back on the wall, hands underneath her pink sweater and massaging her breasts. She tilted her head back, enjoying every moment of his touch.

She let out a moan of pleasure and, unable to take any more, rolled over to face Jake, planting a kiss on his lips. She unzipped his jacket and tossed it aside; unseen, the ring box slid out of the pocket and opened up.

Something rustled in the bushes outside the window. Jake turned to look but saw nothing. Sandy lifted her head and asked, "What was that?"

Jake turned back to her and replied, "Nothing, Sandy. Just relax." Sandy shrugged, took off her pants, and lay back down as Jake began caressing her curves.

Jason Voorhees stood behind the tall bush watching through the window as Jake and Sandy become more and more intimate. He unsheathed his machete and waited…

Jake was now removing Sandy's sweater, exposing her beautiful breasts. They rolled over so Sandy was on top and Jake began motorboating her; Sandy giggled excitedly as Jake buried his face in her chest-

Suddenly, Sandy was jerked off of Jake, screaming loudly as the attacker began to drag her away!

"What the fuck?" Jake yelled in surprise, gazing at the behemoth of a man who was carrying Sandy off! "Get away from her!" Jake hopped to his feet and kicked the attacker in the crotch, but the attacker didn't relinquish his grip on the girl. "Let go of her, motherfucker!" Jake yelled, trying to push the man over with his own weight!

Sandy struggled for air as the figure began crushing her chest. Air was pushed from her lungs and blood poured from her mouth. She saw Jake pick up a fire stoker. He smashed the steel stick against the back of the attacker's head. The intruder turned and, with his free hand, smacked Jake's gut, sending him backwards a good ten feet.

Sandy was on the verge of death now. The attacker relinquished his grip only when there was a series of loud, wet crunches, indicating cracked ribs and crushed organs. She fell to the ground, her chest crushed in like a tin can.

"No! Sandy!" Jake screamed as the attacker dropped the girl to the floor! Fearing for his life, Jake turned and ran!

He threw open the door and stumbled into the cold snow. He felt a sharp pain in his side and clutched for it as he tumbled to the ground. He crawled to his feet and ran as fast as he could, ignoring the pains in his side and the burning in his chest! He just wanted out of there as quickly as possible!

Behind him, Jason Voorhees pulled his bloody machete out of the snow as he watched Jake run like a jack rabbit down the road. He turned back to Sandy, who was coughing up blood and bone fragments in her death throes. She gave an almighty cough and puked up something thick, wet, and hot; a portion of her lung.

Sandy looked down in horror and tried to cry, but only spit out more blood in harsh wheezes. Her eyes drifted up, and she saw the glint of the ring in the ring box nearby. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized what it was, and what it was for. A heavy sob filled the cabin before being silenced by a wet "SCHUNK!"

Jason gripped the handle of his machete with both hands, blade facing down. He threw the blade down through Sandy's head with such force that it entered the wooden floorboards beneath her. He put his foot on Sandy's head and pulled the machete up while pushing down with his foot. The machete came free from her head with a sickening SCHUNK, and Sandy's head was crushed into a thick mush against the wood.