Author's Note: Hello Jason fans! Michaellover and I have decided to do a collab story about Camp Crystal's Friday the 13th Slasher Killer, Jason Voorhees. Hope you enjoy!!
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Chapter Seven
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Erin saw the Hunters, and opened her mouth to call for them, but then stopped. Jason hadn't tried to hurt her....He hadn't harmed her once the entire time she'd been here. And there had been so many opportunities to do so...Back at the camp when she'd run into him, when when he'd found her inside the cabin, and three or four separate times since he'd brought her here. Yet he didn't seem to WANT to kill her. He'd killed everyone else, but not her....He'd brought her food and drink and iced her ankle. He'd even brought her flowers...Some fine repayment running off would be... Besides if he caught her again, this time he might not be so lenient...Against what all her instinct told her to do, she decided to keep quiet.
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The hunters were sneaking up behind the bear, it was chewing on something, but they couldn't get a close look at what it was. The youngest of the two, a blond haired 12 year old named Michael raised his gun. His father, ray, put a hand on his shoulder.
"Aim for it's head...best to kill it instantly" he whispered, giving his sons shoulder a squeeze.
Michael nodded, taking aim. He shifted his weight to brace for the kick on the gun, and slipped on to the ground. The bear turned, roaring at the sight of the hunters. Ray pulled his son to his feet, causing him to drop the gun.
"Leave the gun, Michael, RUN!"
Michael ran as fast as he could, the bear in hot pursuit behind them. they ran in the direction of the four-wheeler they had rode in on. Michael panted, trying to keep up with his father. his boot snagged a root, he fell once again, but his father was too busy running to notice. Michael tried to get up, but his foot was stuck in the roots. As the bear drew ever closer, Michael covered his face. If he was going to die, he hoped it would be quick...
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Michael looked through his fingers, which were covering his face, to see why he wasn't being torn to shreds. The bear was heading away from him...back into the woods. Odd. Michael nervously sat up, his foot was still stuck in the roots. With the bear moving away, he was able to free his foot from the roots. Michael looked around but he couldn't see what it was that had scared the bear away.
"Michael!" His father called, running back for his son.
Michael got up and ran towards his father's voice. As Michael reached his father, his foot hurting from being caught in the roots, neither father or son noticed the shadowy shape hiding among the trees. Jason was glad to watch the two leave. They had been close to where Erin was...they were lucky he didn't let the bear eat them. Though, the little boy, as innocent as he seemed, his father had taught him to use a gun. Jason didn't like guns...they made loud noises and they made blood.
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Back at the campsite, the four hikers Mike, Tim, Dennis and Mac had checked the cabins for a phone. The only thing they found were duffel bags, dried blood stains and a camp fire that was eight or so hours cold. Dennis noticed fresh foot prints leading away from the camp site.
"Where do you suppose these go?" Dennis asked.
"Whoever they belong to...there is someone here", Mac replied.
The four men followed the foot prints into the woods, hoping to find someone who could possibly help them. Jason was walking along the tree lines. He made his way back towards the campsite, needing to take care of the hikers that had blindly wandered in. Jason turned his head to the left, just many yards away, he noticed several figures heading back into the woods. Jason tightened his grip on his machete. He silently followed them.
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Not very far away, a Police cruiser was pulling into the camp ground. Once the car was parked, two deputies got out of the car, noticing the van.
"God, this place gives me the creeps", Anderson replied.
"Well, we might as well look around. Maybe those hikers walked right through here and are making their way back around the lake", Clark stated.
"Let's hope the hell they did", Anderson muttered.
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Having finished her second soda, Erin was feeling the need to nod off again. She was just relaxing, letting the pain in her ankle numb some more, in hopes it would heal if she rested. Her eyes were just slowly closing when she heard voices, they sounded very far away but rather close. As though...they were only a few feet away.
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"Oh my god", Tim whispered, putting his hand on Mike's shoulder, "Is that...is that a severed head?"
"Shit...oh my ****ing god..it is", Mike muttered in disgust.
"What do you suppose did that?" Dennis asked.
"Hey guys, there's a cabin just up head...it's like the ones back at the camp", Mac pointed out.
Jason wasn't very far behind them. He slipped around the other side of the cabin, getting out of their line of sight, however...they wouldn't be alive for very long...not if he had anything to say about it.
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As Tim,Dennis, Mac, and Mike approached the cabin, they were unaware of the danger they were in. Mike walked around the Back of the cabin. looking for a window that wasn't boarded up. He spotted one. As he walked forward to peek inside, Jason emerged from the shadows, before the man could make a single sound of warning, Jason grabbed him by his throat, crushing his windpipe, and threw him against a tree some feet away. The body hit with a quiet thud, falling limp to the ground. He looked into the window, Erin was fast asleep, looking peaceful. He nodded. That was good. He turned his attention back to the other men, who were still unaware of his presence.
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Anderson and Clark walked over by the same cabin that Erin and Chad had hidden in. Something red caught Anderson's eye. He walked over and grimanced.
"I hope like hell, that's not what I think it is...."
A large patch of blood on the ground, from Chads death. Anderson looked over at Clark, who was trying to keep from puking.
"I think we just got **....Voorhees is back..."
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Dennis and Tim walked around the front, while Mac brought up the rear. Dennis squinted through the screen door. It was hard to see into the cabin. They were unaware of the danger they were in.
"I think I see someone", Dennis replied.
"Who is it?" Tim asked.
"I don't know", Dennis said.
Mac looked around, "Hey, where's Mike?"
"I don't know. Go check or something", Tim told him.
Mac went around the side of the cabin. Before he could even call Mike's name, Jason grabbed hold of Mac's throat before he could make any noises. Jason crushed Mac's lungs, and sending him into a tree, as he had done before with other man. Two down. Two to go.
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Anderson and Clark got back into the cruiser.
"Shit. If Voorhees is back...there's no way those hikers came out alive. And if anyone else was here...there's a good chance they didn't survive either", Clark exclaimed.
"Let's get back to the station. We're gonna need a whole team to cover this area", Anderson said.
The police cruiser peeled out of the drive way and headed back to the road.
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Dennis pushed open the screen door, making it squeak. Erin only groaned in her sleep and turned over, having her back to the door. Tim followed Dennis.
"She's been hurt", Tim muttered quietly, pointing to Erin's ankle.
"We just can't leave her here", Dennis told him.
However, a pair of quiet foot steps followed them into the cabin. Tim turned around, thinking it was one of their friends. Jason stood there, a growl escaped from deep in his throat. His machete was raised.
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Jason swung his blade in a smooth arc, slashing both mens throats. They collapsed to the floor, bleeding profusely. Jason put down his machete and dragged the dying men out, tossing them just outside of the door an shutting it just as Erin woke up. Jason moved the carpet on the floor to cover the blood just as she rolled over to look at him.
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Erin looked over at Jason. He must have just came in. "Hi Jason..."
Jason walked over to her. As if nothing had happened. Erin looked at the window.
"There were two hunters outside earlier...a bear was chasing them...Did they get away?"
Jason nodded slowly. still half regretting he let them escape. Well, the father anyway...
Erin noticed his machete had fresh blood on it.
"Did you kill them?"
Jason shook his head no.
"Oh...So, you let them go?"
Jason nodded again. Erin sighed in relief. But if it wasn't the hunters blood on the machete....who's was it?
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Anderson and Clark arrived at the station. they had some paperwork to fill out. Mostly death certificates....They also had to tell the others to set up roadblocks around the area.
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Erin decided not to worry about the blood on his machete, at least it wasn't hers. She sat up fully, rubbing her eyes. Her lower bowls were becoming rather loose at the moment, however. Jason had gone outside and by the sounds of it, he was moving something about out there. Erin didn't worry about it too much. She crossed her legs, in an effort not to wet the bed. She couldn't think of anything more embarrassing then that. Jason came back into the cabin a moment later, setting his machete down again. He turned towards Erin. He tilted his head. She was rocking back and fourth and had her legs crossed, holding onto them. It was rather strange.
"I..I..need to pee..", Erin told him quietly.
Jason knew there was a bathroom back at the camp. And he knew that girls didn't exactly like to squat in the woods. He checked her ankle again, the swelling had pretty much gone away. But there was no way she'd beable to walk on it for another couple of days. But it was a lighter blue then it had been earlier, which meant...it was healing. He put the bag of ice back into the blue cooler. Walking over to her, he scooped her up, holding onto her with one arm. With his other hand, Jason picked up the machete. As Jason walked Erin to the bathroom, the clouds over head were steadily turning grayer.
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Sheriff Reynolds, Clark and Anderson stood over a map of the area. The map had been rolled out on the Sheriff's desk.
"We're going to have to block off the main road and all the surrounding roads", Clark pointed out, using a pencil to gesture with.
"I can't believe that son of a bitch is back", Reynolds replied.
"Gets worse. We found blood. It was all over the place", Anderson said.
"Are you sure there was no one else up there?" Reynolds asked.
"We never checked but we're pretty sure nobody survived that massacre", Clark exclamed.
Reynolds shook his head, placing his hands on his hips.
"I want an all points block on that road. Nobody goes into that camp. I aslo want you two to get a team and get your asses back up there to check body count and whatever else. I also want that son of a bitch found and killed", Reynolds stated.
"Yes sir", Anderson said, nodding.
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Erin felt rather good about being able to pee. She hadn't gone since...last night. Her blader was thanking her greatly for being emptied. However, she could hear Jason outside. Prowling the area. Erin felt a light go on in her head, it was right then that she remembered her duffle bag. Which would have clean clothes and her personal femine supplies in it. After finishing her business, she flushed the toilet. A light rain started to pour down from the sky above as she pushed open the bathroom stall door. Hobbling to the sink, she turned on the faucet and washed her hands. The rain started to pour down harder, however. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Erin whipped her hands on her shorts and hobbled her way outside, only to be hit by the out break of rain. It was raining so hard that it was obscuring her vision, everything looked blurry and washed out.
"Jason...", Erin replied quietly, looking around as he wasn't anywhere in sight.
Thunder clapped over head making Erin drop to her knees and place her hands over her ears. She didn't like thunder storms.
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Jason had walked over to one of the nearby cabins, doing a last minute check to see if there were any other tress passers. When he saw there wasn't, he headed back towards the bathroom to collect Erin. It was raining so hard he could barely see, but over the thunder, he could hear Erin's voice. She sounded scared. Jason picked up his pace, he spotted Erin in front of the bathrooms, on the ground, whimpering as thunder crashed over head, huge lightning bolts cracking with deafening "BANGS"! Was she afraid of thunderstorms?
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Erin looked up when she heard heavy footsteps splashing the muddy ground. It was Jason. Killer or not, she almost jumped into his arms when he knelt down to pick her up. As another clap of thunder shook the ground, she buried her face into his chest, shaking. She'd always been afraid of thunderstorms. When she was five years old, she'd gotten lost in a game of Hide and seek, and a thunderstorm had struck. She'd been alone, completely alone. And no one had found her until three hours later when the rain began to slacken.
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Jason knew it was too dangerous to go back to his cabin with a storm like this. And apparently his theory had been correct. She was afraid. Jason tightened his grip on her in what he hoped was a comforting way. It had been a long time, but he remembered what it was like to be afraid. Only too well. He headed for the nearest cabin and kicked the door open. He then gingerly placed Erin onto one of the beds, wrapping the blanket around her to keep her warm. She was soaked, as was he, but it wouldn't affect him. He wouldn't, couldn't get sick. Erin could. He looked out the window, watching the storm rage.
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Clark stared out the window as Anderson and Reynolds filled in the other police about what was to happen with closing off the road and starting a search party, he couldn't help but sigh.
What would they be searching for? He'd been there the last time Voorhees had struck. No one survived. Jason was a heartless, cold blooded killer. Reynolds wanted Jason dead...
Clark narrowed his eyes. He himself would make sure that happened. No matter what.
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Erin shivered slightly under the blanket that Jason had wrapped her in. She looked over at Jason, who was looking out the window, watching the storm. She had never been comforted in a way like he had done just moments ago. She was pretty sure he was the only person to ever try to comfort her when she was scared. Her parents had been loving, sure but not even any of her friends had comforted her the way Jason had done. Lightening struck across the sky and then thunder shortly followed. Erin Whimpered a little at the sounds, also her ankle was throbbing from her hobbling on it but it didn't hurt as much as she expected. She was mostly frightened by the thunderstorm. Jason turned to look at her for a moment. She was more frightened by the thunder storm then she was of him. Which was good. He wasn't going to harm her or anything. He was begining to get fond of her, really.
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Orange cones lined the road in a vertical angle and a horizontal angle. Two police cars sat on either side of the road. Two men stood in the middle of the road, trafficing three other cruisers so they could get through. Traffic was backed up, because of the rain, beach goers and hikers were heading home to get out of the rain. Clark, Anderson and Reynolds rode together in the first cruiser.
"What are we looking for exactly?" Clark asked.
"Anything. Bodies, anything that are human remains", Reynolds replied.
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The rain began to slaken but just by a little. Red and blue lights began to flash just about twenty yards away. Erin sat up, at the sounds of sirens. She tightened her grip on the blanket, keeping herself warm. She shook slightly, still being wet. She looked at Jason. Even if it went against all her humanly instincts...she didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay here with Jason.
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End of Chapter Seven
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