Sorry for the long wait! For a while there I lost my motivation and sank into a writers block, but thankfully I'm back and ready to continue the battle! There will definitely be many more chapters coming very soon! Thanks to everyone who still reads this, and I hope you enjoy these next parts! :)
Back on Elm Street, Loomis is still driving quickly even as the first rays of the sun peer over the horizon and Jackson is found drooling pathetically, his head resting on the car window. Loomis lets out a groan of frustration as he reluctantly admits that Myers is no longer in the vicinity. Carefully parking the car, he glares with annoyance at the not so helpful officer as he continues to snooze, blissfully unaware of his surroundings. Annoyed and disappointed in the young officer, Loomis rolls down the passenger side window, causing Jackson's head to bounce off the door and jerk him back into reality.
"-Huh, what happened? Did we find him?" he panics, eyes flying back and forth until he realizes where he is.
"Now, if you're done with your cat nap, we need to figure out where the heck Myers would have gone." Loomis states with annoyance laced into his gruff voice, as Jackson bristles with guilt and defiance.
"How was I supposed to know he would disappear? I thought we would find him pretty quickly seeing as he leaves a trail of carnage wherever he goes."
Loomis rolls his eyes as he starts the car again, "You cannot predict what evil will do, but you are right about one thing; it leaves a trail of blood."
This only confuses Jackson more as his face scrunches up in confusion as Loomis starts driving in what appears to be a random direction; "so we're just going to allow him to kill innocent people in order to find him in the first place?"
Loomis stays silent for a moment, his hands tightening on the wheel as he responds patiently, "There is no other choice, if we don't take action now and attempt to find it; more people will die, all because we couldn't stop its rampage this Halloween."
Tense silence fills the air between the two, as stretches of road and farms fly by them. Jackson clears his throat as he points out something pretty obvious, "Well, why are we going in a random direction? Suppose we did wait for him to show himself, we could get there faster rather than guess where he'll strike next and be 100 miles away in reality." Loomis sighs wearily as he pulls the vehicle over to rest at a newly built gas station. "I suppose you're right…I am just worried since it has never shown this erratic behavior before, and is making it all the more lethal." he comments as Jackson opens the passenger door and heads straight to the bathrooms, ignoring whatever the old man had said; Jackson wasn't quite sure how sane this doctor was anymore.
His presence flows eerily through the lush forest claiming every tree, every shrub, every person that enters his haunted domain. This was where he was raised, where he died, and where he would live forevermore as something less than human. Most have never heard his name spoken, but the locals know him only as Jason.
The cacophony of twisting metal and the crunching of broken limbs and trunks, followed by the scent of gas and rubber alerted the beast behind the mask that something or someone had just trespassed. Lifeless eyes suddenly alert, his head snaps in the direction of the sounds, a fury and restless hunger rising like flames licking at his broken and rotten heart. His muscular, scarred body turns to match the direction he's gazing in and makes his way through the familiar forest with ease. As he gets closer to the road, his senses roar with the presence of something powerful; a threat. The only sound he makes in response is a loud grunt of annoyance; it was not too long ago that he had to deal with Krueger, a troublesome dream demon. Quickly realizing it couldn't be Krueger, his annoyance turns to guarded curiosity, It wasn't Freddy, so who else could possibly match his power? The stench of fresh metallic blood overcomes his senses as he steps out of the shrubbery and closer to the smoldering wreckage of a totalled car. Before he can get too close however, his sharp eyesight lands on something far more interesting, a strange looking body.
He approaches cautiously, machete held up in the air as the sun glints off its sharp edge ready for any sudden movements of signs of life. The most curious thing about this corpse is the bloodied white mask it is wearing, appearing emotionless and dead; Jason knows the power of a mask though, it defines you, covers the secrets you'd rather not let anyone know. It is with this knowledge and his own experience that Jason let's the mask be, instead focusing on making sure the person is dead. Large gashes cover the corpse, fresh blood still sluggishly spilling from the body, and one arm is twisted in an unnatural position; Jason is ready to leave the guy for dead when he catches the slight rise and fall of the person's chest, and although it is raspy and weak, he can't help but feel the urge to be the one to finish what the guy started. Turning back slowly, he relishes the vulnerability his victim is in, he can't speak, he can't do anything to stop what's coming to him; and if he really was as powerful as his senses say he is...he would be up and fighting by now. Placing a heavy boot on his victims chest he slowly puts pressure, and grunts with pleasure as the sound of ribs cracking fills the air, like twigs snapping. With one last crunch, the man coughs up one last gush of blood that drips from the inside of his mask and falls deathly still, never making a sound of pain or fright. This of course peaks Jason's interest as he leans down to make sure the job is done; but before even he can react, the powerful hand of the Boogeyman wraps around Jason's, his pure black eyes piercing into his attackers soul with a chilling and absolute hatred with a rage that makes Jason's own seem inferior. Caught off guard, the larger man can do nothing as his windpipe is crushed quickly beneath the raging hands of a new opponent and is sent to the ground in a heap, slowly getting back to his feet despite the blood dripping from his throat. Once he is up, he finds himself face to face with this strange new being, eyes blazing darkness as it analyzes him with cold, calculating eyes. Jason returns the glare with a gaze filled with power and might, no longer underestimating his opponent; it's time to see who the real apex predator of these parts is.