*A/N* A word of warning. This story contains violence, and a lot of it. Granted, a good chunk of it is over the top, but the squeamish should tread carefully, things are gonna get a little visceral 'round here. I know what I said about crossovers, but due to my rampant passion for horror films, and the fact that I thought the idea out with a longtime fan of my work, JasonVUK, I feel like this will eat me alive if I keep it inside. As I said, same BBRae, just with some squicky moments. Enjoy! *A/N*
"No, no! Please! Please, I have a family, don't do this, no!"
A hulking murderer, clad in umpire's armor, advanced towards Leanne, clutching his weapon, a baseball bat with nails hammered into the end. Leanne tried fruitlessly to open the door behind her.
"HELP! SOMEBODY!" she shrieked, pounding on the door for any help that might lie on the other side. The murderer wound up and swung the club with all his might.
"Alright, cut!"
Leanne took a deep breath and slumped down onto her rear.
"Nice take." Ted, the stuntman playing the murderer, removed his mask and smiled at the actress.
"Phew, it better have been, I don't think I can scream like that again." Leanne replied, grinning and massaging her throat.
"Alright, guys!" The director, Bryce Ng, a young Asian-American man in a baseball cap and jacket, applauded and slapped them both on the back.
"I can see it now, Leanne Bradley, the new Jamie Lee Curtis!" he said melodramatically.
"Oh, stop it, you flirt." Leanne smacked the director playfully.
"Ted, again, your body language. A-maziiing!" Bryce cried. "You ready to knock the head off of a few dummies for me?"
"Damn right."
"Awesome. Leanne, you're done for the night, you want to stick around and watch your decapitation?"
"Tempting," Leanne replied sarcastically, "But I promised I'd give my Mom a call today, and it's getting late. You mind if I step out?"
"Go for it. Just tell C.J. whenever you're ready to get a lift back home. See you tomorrow!"
Bryce gave her a final proud smile before turning back to the set.
"Where are the make-up boys? It's time to bust some heads!" he called out, moving to talk with a grip.
"See you tomorrow, Ted." Leanne said.
"Later." The gentle giant replied, placing his prop weapon on his shoulder.
Leanne exited the brightly lit studio and stepped out into the quiet street. It had rained a few hours before, and a light fog hovered over the pavement. It would have felt eerie if Leanne hadn't walked this street dozens of times already.
She removed her cell phone from her purse and hit her Mom's speed dial.
"Hi! I just got off work. How's Dad? Sounds like an improvement. Yeah, sorry, I'm just a little hoarse, Bryce had me squawking like a parrot."
She heard a small crash a few meters away in the shadows. Turning briefly with mild interest, she found an overturned garbage can and heard rapidly receding footsteps.
"Huh? No, sorry, crew guy distracted me. Yes, I have. Yes, Mom. Mom, the more you ask, the less willing I am to do it. Of course."
Unbeknownst to her, someone was still watching her from the shadows. Heavy, raspy breath whistled from behind a worn mask.
"Who? With Ted? No, Mom! Mom, this is a professional relationship, I'm not Paris Hilton! Oh, I'm going to tell him you said that. Yes I will, you know I will. Don't challenge me, woman!"
She paused when she heard the footsteps make their return. Glancing up, she gasped sharply.
A hulking man, easily six and a half feet tall, stood near her. He wore an intricate costume that seemed familiar to Leanne.
"Oh, Jesus, you scared me!" Leanne said, laughing. "No, Mom, not you. There's a guy here in great make-up, he got me good."
She looked over his appearance.
"Wait, don't tell me, you're… no, not Michael Myers…" She snapped her fingers rapidly to try and remember what the character's name was.
"Mom, help me out, what's the name of that guy from all the summer camp movies?"
The 'guy in make-up' remained ramrod straight, his entire upper body heaving in and out from his breathing. He never broke eye contact with Leanne's face, his head swiveling like a security camera following an intruder as the actress paced back and forth.
"No, Mom, not Kevin Bacon, the horror movies! Come on, you took me to see one when I was eight! The ugly guy with the big knife and-"
Leanne yelped when she felt her phone get snatched out of her hand. The man now held it rigidly up to his face, and promptly crushed it in one fist, shards of the screen raining down onto the pavement and the spent machinery fizzling and sparking. He dropped the scrap onto the ground, and turned again to face Leanne.
She took a few steps back and carefully reached into her purse, feeling around for the can of mace she brought with her for safety. The stranger drew closer, maintaining his unshakeable stare. Leanne finally felt the small cylinder at the bottom of her bag and wrenched it out of her handbag, scattering other items she kept inside everywhere. She aimed and sprayed directly into one of the mask's eyeholes.
The man briefly stumbled backwards, but regained his composure in a matter of moments. Leanne barely had time to scream before he was upon her. He bodily hoisted her into the air with one arm about the neck, and ended her choked shrieking by pile driving her into the street behind him, head first.
After a hideous crunch and an ear-splitting crack as her legs bent over her head, her foot twitched once or twice before she stopped moving for good.
"Leanne?"
The murderer glanced up sharply and saw another man exiting the studio a few paces away in an umpire's outfit, a baseball bat over his shoulder.
"Leanne, Bryce said you forg-"
His stomach constricted at the sight of his friends misshapen corpse and a hulking man in a hockey mask staring directly at him.
"Mary, Mother of God!" he cried, hurrying back to the door. Unfortunately, in his shock, he allowed the door to close, and it locked automatically to prevent intruders.
"BRYCE! THERE'S A KILLER OUT HERE!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, banging and kicking on the door. He turned to see where the assailant had gone, and instinctively flung himself onto the banister behind him when he found him just three feet away.
In a fit of desperation, Ted seized his bat and swung it with all the force he could muster, aiming for the man's head. The balsa wood shattered and the rubber prop nails flew everywhere as the end of the bat exploded against the juggernaut's head.
The man stomped on Ted's feet, trapping him in place, and forced his back against the banister. In a gasping moan, Ted was bent over the metal railing backwards, his spine cracking like a tree branch as his upper body was pushed downward.
The killer took a few steps back to examine his work, Ted now hanging over the banister like a broken slinky. After a few moments, he turned and trudged away.
"I don't do blood."
Beast Boy was looking a bit greener than usual as the Titans stood inside Kilobyte Studios. They had been called down to help with a double homicide that had just been reported. Even though the Titans normally avoided homicide cases, the police often called them down anyway due to Robin's superior detective skills and the others' other helpful traits.
Raven gave her boyfriend a look. "What do you mean? Didn't you just watch the entire Hatchet Trilogy?"
"Yeah, but that isn't real blood, that's all corn syrup and latex." Beast Boy defended.
"Well, they need our help. Man up." Raven said, tugging Beast Boy over to the others, who were talking with Lt. Wynorski.
"We got two victims, Leanne Nightly and Ted Green, an actress and stuntman. They were killed within the same time frame, both of them with broken spines."
Robin turned and bent down to the bag Leanne's body lay under, and gingerly removed it. Beast Boy fought off his gag reflex at the sight of the mangled woman.
"From the look of her skull, it looks like she hit the ground headfirst. Is it possible that she jumped from the roof?"
"There doesn't appear to be any way to get up onto the roof, nor are there any windows to jump from. Look at her neck."
Beast Boy had to look away when Robin rolled her head over, revealing a raw handprint and a heavily crushed cheekbone.
"We're thinking the assailant picked her up about the neck and threw her bodily into the ground. We're unsure of how this person could have been that strong. No prints."
"Do you have a motive? Was there anyone Leanne was enemies with, or any reports of stalking?" Robin inquired, standing up.
"There hasn't been anything until now… and every member of the cast and crew were confirmed to be inside at the time of the incident, so it had to have been a stranger." The lieutenant turned to Cyborg. "We have a sample we need you to analyze."
Cyborg was handed a small baggy of what appeared to be dirt. "We found this in a footprint. Work boots, Men's Size 15."
Cyborg placed his fingertip on the substance inside and extracted a small amount. After a pause and some electronic beeping, he got the results.
"Its soil typical to the area, but judging from the heavy algae concentration, I'm thinking it came from the bed of a lake." He concluded.
Raven spoke up. "The only lake nearby is the one in Greengrass Park."
Cyborg narrowed his eye, his cybernetic one flashing briefly. "Hang on, Lake Greengrass is also pretty polluted, too. The sample I got was almost completely clean, there's no way that sample could have come out of the lake that distilled."
Robin furrowed his brow.
"That doesn't make any sense. There aren't any other lakes around Jump City. And that sample you got looked pretty fresh to me. How was our guy already wet with foreign water?"
Lt. Wynorski began scribbling on his notepad.
"So we've got a heavy built person strong enough to break bones with their bare hands, who had recently been submerged in lake water that can't be found in the city, with no clear motive." The Lieutenant sighed and tucked his pen into the front pocket of his uniform. "If anyone has any ideas, I'm all ears."
"Was there anything stolen from this establishment?" Starfire suggested.
"We talked with the head of security, and he claims that nothing's missing." The Lieutenant said.
Beast Boy, who had been avoiding having to talk for fear of losing his dinner, suddenly had an idea.
"Wait a minute, these two were working on a Bryce Ng movie, right? He's been doing a lot of throwback slashers for a while now. Maybe we're dealing with some psycho who started to imitate what he saw on screen."
The Lieutenant paused for a moment. "That isn't too far-fetched. There have been a good deal of hoodlums using recent films as an excuse to commit crime." Wynorski took out his pen and pad and scratched an extra note underneath the others. As he finished, a sergeant approached him with a hollow look in her eye.
"Lieutenant? We've… we've got another one." She said gravely.
"What?! When, where?" her superior demanded.
"We just got a call from a few college kids, they found an older woman pinned to a tree with nails near Toluca Hall."
"That's only a few miles from here…" Wynorski then turned to the Titans. "Listen, we need you to sweep the streets for any suspicious activity, we'll take care of the poor woman in the tree. If you see anything, and I mean anything at all, contact me."
"Absolutely, Lieutenant. We've got it covered." Robin affirmed. The Lieutenant issued a quick thank you before hustling the rest of the officers on duty out the back door of the Studio, leaving the forensics personnel to take care of the crime scene. Robin led the Titans out the front entrance.
"Alright, team. We need to fan out and find this lunatic before he gets his paws on someone else. We need to search every alley, every building and parking lot with a fine tooth comb. Leave no stone unturned, got me?"
"Uh, Dude?" Beast Boy interjected.
"Starfire, we need you to be our Eagle Eye, keep yourself high in the air. We're gonna start with the Entertainment District, since we're already here."
"Dude!"
"I'll take the North Side, Cyborg, you go West, Raven, South-"
"DUDE."
"What, Beast Boy?!" Robin bellowed, finally giving in to the changeling's repeated demands.
"That guy over there's been staring at us since we left Kilobyte." He said, jerking his head to his right.
The others turned to look. Sure enough, a man stood a few paces in front of a street lamp a block away from the group. The light silhouetted him, but he had an unmistakably massive frame. His hands were held rigidly by his sides, and he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling in a deliberate rhythm.
"So? We kind of stick out in public, you know." Cyborg replied. "For all we know, he wants an autograph."
Beast Boy wrinkled his nose. "He also smells dead."
"What do you mean by dead?" Starfire inquired, now becoming nervous.
"Forget it, Star. Beast Boy has a heightened sense of smell, remember? He probably smells his body odor or something." Robin dismissed.
"I know the difference between B.O. and decay, thanks." Beast Boy said coldly. "And that guy smells dead." he affirmed.
They took another moment to look back at their silent spectator. He hadn't budged in the slightest.
"Would it hurt to at least tell him to go away? He's weirding me out." Beast Boy insisted.
Robin heaved a large sigh, and stepped a few paces toward the stranger.
"Sir? We have everything under control here, please move along." He called out begrudgingly.
Silence. The man remained in place.
"Sir? Did you hear me?"
This time the person moved, giving a small tilt of the head to his left.
"Take a hike, Dude!" Beast Boy called out, both impatient and nervous. Raven smacked him upside the head.
The stranger adjusted his head back to its original place, and began walking forward. A heavy squelching noise muffled his footsteps.
"Smooth, Beastie." Cyborg said flatly. Robin rounded on the changeling.
"Beast Boy, what have I told you about-"
Robin found himself cut off by a strange, echoing noise.
"Ki ki ki…ma ma ma…"
The man across the street approached them, and had finally stepped into the light. His work clothes were soaked and looked to be in a bad state of disrepair. His skin was grey, hairless, and clammy, with bits and pieces missing to reveal atrophied muscle and bone. Over his face, he wore a faded, grimy hockey mask, the top left corner bearing a large, slit shaped puncture. As he approached, the other Titans now understood what Beast Boy meant about his odor. He stank of rotting flesh and putrid mud.
He reached Robin, towering over him in size and girth. Beast Boy impulsively took a few steps back from the giant.
The man stopped to size all five of the Titans up. Beast Boy frantically whispered something to Raven.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?!" Raven nodded, but couldn't bring herself to believe it.
Jason Voorhees stood in front of the Teen Titans.
He moved to grab something dangling off of his belt. What looked like a small tangle of filthy cloth was revealed to be an ancient sheath, and he extracted a rusty, serrated hunting knife from it.
Robin leapt into action immediately.
"Titans! GO!"
Jason swung his knife with alarming speed, Robin just barely having enough time to duck out of the way and punch him in the stomach. Without flinching, Jason replied with an uppercut to the hero's jaw, knocking him backwards. Cyborg drew his blaster, but found himself in the line of another punch from Jason. Catching his fist with both hands, he felt himself pushed back from the sheer momentum of the attack. Jason raised his knife into the air, and Cyborg snatched his wrist with his right hand, keeping his left on Jason's other fist.
Starfire hurled a starbolt at the killer, hitting him in the ribcage. The explosion knocked Jason onto the street, and Cyborg hurried over to him. Aiming for his face, Cyborg tried to stomp on him while he was down, but Jason caught his foot mid-stomp.
"How…strong…is…this…guy?!" Cyborg bellowed through clenched teeth.
Jason managed to throw his foot out of the way and stand up, seizing Cyborg's waist. Incredibly, he managed to hoist him into the air and hurl him a few paces away.
Robin reappeared and hit Jason in the temple with his staff. The giant turned around, and Robin responded by performing a quick combo to his legs, attempting to bring him down. To no avail, Jason simply snatched the staff away from Robin and broke it in two over his knee.
"Oh, come on!" Robin yelled. Jason tossed one half of the staff to his side and brandished the other like a spear, the broken end pointed and dangerous.
Starfire, refusing to let the killer lay another finger on her beloved, flung a starbolt at the killer's back. To her pleasure, it knocked him off of his feet, but to her horror, he had been sent flying straight at Robin. The two collided, Robin falling onto his back as all of Jason's weight crashed onto his chest, knocking the wind out of him instantly. Jason whirled about to look at Starfire and tossed the broken staff at her. The blunt end hit her square in the forehead, causing her to yelp and come closer to the ground. Seeing his chance, Jason got to his feet and grabbed the Tamaranian's neck. Starfire couldn't even yell for help as she felt Jason's iron fingers tighten around her trachea.
"Azarath, Metrion, ZINTHOS!"
Jason turned to see Raven hovering a few feet off of the ground, eyes aglow and arms outstretched. She levitated a nearby dumpster into the air.
Jason let Starfire go instantly, snatching the other end of Robin's broken staff off of the street.
"Azarath, Metrion, ZINTHOS!"
As Raven threw the dumpster, Jason threw the staff. Neither of them made it out of the way in time to avoid the opposition's assault.
Jason was flattened by the dumpster, the heavy metal container slamming into his face and torso, pushing him onto his back and landing on him with the shriek of metal and a sickening crunch, garbage flying in every direction.
Raven had been too focused on Jason to notice the projectile. Reflexively holding her hands out in front of her, the broken metal staff pierced the palm of her left hand. The momentum of the projectile forced the metal straight through the back of her hand, effectively impaling it.
Raven's mind didn't quite register what had just happened, the adrenaline numbing the impact. She turned her hand backward and forward, confirming her suspicion, it had gone all the way through. Blood dribbled from around the staff, and Raven impulsively grabbed it. With a nauseating *SHLUCK* noise, she pulled it out, blood erupting from the wound. Raven dropped the shrapnel to the pavement, where it clanged noisily.
Beast Boy still hadn't turned around, staring at the non-moving body of Jason.
"Wow, Raven, I don't think he's getting back-"
He turned to look at her, and found her gaping at her mangled hand with wide, shocked eyes.
Beast Boy made a weak gagging noise.
"G…g…GUUUUUUUUYYYYYYYYSSSSS!"
*A/N* That's... gonna leave a mark. *A/N*