Friday The 13th - Daemon Nocte
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Deaths-Head : Just the usual obligatory disclaimer. Friday the 13th, Jason Voorhees etc, etc belong to . The characters from the Gun Media game, belong to them. All I own are the oc's who are appearing alongside them.
Any text in italics without "..." is Pamela talking to Jason. Any text in Bold and Italics in ".." is Jason.
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Location : Woodbury Camp, east of Packanack Lodge
Time : 1:05 AM
Brandon gasped as he fell down in a heap, pain coursing through his entire body as he tried to pull himself back to his knees. His right arm was hanging loosely by his side, from the forearm down missing and his belt tied tight around the stump, part of his shirt soaked red from being used as a bandage over the wound.
Flashback Begins
After he had charged after Jason from Higgins house, he attacked the killer with the second baseball bat until it broke. Then Jason retaliated and after hurling the teen against the walls and beams inside the barn, grabbed him and hoisted Brandon into the air. Gasping the teen managed to strike Jason in the face, dislodging the mask and causing the killer to drop him. While Jason paused to readjust his mask, Brandon fell and landed with his arm outstretched, striking a set bear trap. The arms of said trap, snapped shut and bit deep into the teen's arm.
Screaming in pain, Brandon tried to move as Jason looked down at him and raised his arm... only for a flare to strike his chest, sparks bouncing off. Raising their heads, both Jason and Brandon looked up and saw Daniel slouched over a beam and holding in one hand a spent flare gun, while the other held a almost empty bottle of scotch. Taking another mouthful of the liquid, Daniel then hurled the bottle down at Jason, shattering and covering his face and some of his chest in the alcohol. Aiming one of the spare flare guns, the drunk fired it at the killer, set the liquid on him alight, as Jason glared at him.
Drawing his machete and while keeping his gaze locked on Daniel, swung down and severed Brandon's arm. Screaming in pain, he clutched his stump to his chest and rolled on the ground as Jason walked over to a ladder and started to climb. Brandon staggered to his feet, blood dripping between his fingers as he held his left hand over the bleeding wound. He made his way over to a window and saw some gas cans. Looking back up, he heard Daniel insulting Jason and loud thudding. Managing with one hand to open the three gas cans, he lifted one and managed to pour some of it's contents over the other gas cans, then spilled some all over the lower level of the barn, before leaving a trail over to a window.
Up in the loft, Daniel struggled to his feet. He only had the shotgun and two flare guns left as Jason strode towards him. Staggering back, he raised the shotgun and swung the barrel up, the end resting against Jason's chest. Both looked down at the weapon, then back up at each other as Daniel grinned.
"Heh, I believe you were meant to say... 'Excuse me'... bitch."
Pulling the trigger, the recoil from the shot sent Daniel flying out the open door behind him, falling down to land hard on the ground below as Jason was sent towards the back of the barn and fell to the floor. The second flare gun, had fallen from Daniel's belt, landing next to Brandon, who was leaning heavily against the windowsill. Struggling to open the window, he heard Jason get to his feet and both the teen and killer looked at each other. However before either could do anything, Daniel whistled, drawing their attention.
"Hey... Fuckface." he raised his flare gun, gangster style and smirked "Suck on this!"
Brandon's eyes went wide and he turned and was halfway out the window when the fare struck the fallen gas, igniting the entire barn. A loud whoosh and he was sent flying out the window, covered in bits of wood as the barn exploded. Out on the road between the barn and Higgins house, Daniel cheered and danced in a happy circle. As far as he was concerned, he killed Jason Voorhees and was the Hero he felt he was destined to be.
Unfortunately, something moved in the inferno, causing Daniel to stop his celebration and stare into the flames. A chinking sound was heard and a chain came flying out of the flames, wrapping around his leg, which pulled him to the ground. Looking back down the chain, the teen's eyes went wide as he saw Jason step out the flames. Reaching down, Daniel tried to undo the chain, but the more he tried the tighter it got. Jason stalked towards him and with a jerk of his arm, the chain pulled back tight and tore Daniel's right leg off.
As intoxicated as he was, he still screamed as the killer looked down at him. Placing one heavy foot on the teen's ankle, he reached down and grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled up, snapping the ankle completely. With blood flowing forth from his wounds, Daniel Adamson looked Jason in the eyes, a look of contempt etched in his visage.
"Go to Hell... you fuckin weak willed mama's boy! Oh, hey... bet your mama's down in Hell getting beast fucked by Hell Hounds!"
Anger surged through Jason. How dare this... this... filth, say such things about his Mother!With his left hand closed on the teen's throat, the fingers of his right hand, dug into the top of Daniel's chest. Piercing the flesh and drawing a agonizing scream from him, Jason's fingers curled around the top of the teen's ribs. Eyes narrowed, he spoke.
"... You... will... suffer! ... No... ONE... talks... about... Mother!"
Pulling downwards, Jason tore the entire front of Daniel from his body, throwing the teen to the ground. Somehow, still alive for the moment, the teen looked up and smiled a bloody smile at Jason, before speaking his final words.
"I... I'll see... her in... Hell. Bet... shes nice... and... loose by..."
Jason's foot slammed down on Daniel's exposed heart and lungs, before stomping down on the teen's face, obliterating it completely. Furious, Jason continued to stomp on the remains, until all that remain was a pulverized mess. Anger still coursing through him, he whirled when he heard the sound of a vehicle. Coming right for him was a van, with a blonde haired teen at the wheel, panic on their face.
Turning to face the vehicle head on, he swung his arm and struck the van hard below the windscreen. The force of his punch, combined with the speed the van was heading, caused it to flip over the killer's head and land on it's roof behind him. The roof of the van caved in as the driver squealed and tucked them self into a ball, somehow surviving. Managing to somehow crawl out of the wrecked window, Chad Kensington had a huge gash over his forehead, blood pouring down his face.
As he was crawling away, Jason slowly walked up to him, stalking him. His right leg broken, Chad looked back over his shoulder, blinking a few times as the blood from the gash in his forehead was obscuring his vision. He gasped as he saw the killer standing over him, tears in his eyes.
"Please... I need to go home... I... "
Jason put a foot on his chest and grabbed both of his arms and started to pull. Chad screamed, tears flowing down his face, as Jason pulled.
"No... No... I..."
He screamed as both of his arms were torn from his body and discarded. Jason looked down at him as he wept.
"I... no... I... I want... I want my mother..."
The killer tilted his head to the side, as he heard Chad. Mother? He hesitated as the teen cried, til his mother spoke to him.
Jason... do not hesitate. He is a bad boy, he has killed and lied. He must be punished.
The killer paused, then with a evil smile behind his mask, he turned and 'jumped'... leaving the dying teen to bleed out, alone.
Flashback End
With a hand against his head, Brandon groaned. He had seen two 'friends' murdered brutally in front of him and couldn't believe it. He had grown numb to the pain in his arm now and just continued with one foot in front of the other as he headed towards the Lodge.
"I.. gotta get... outta here..."
He was leaning against the wall of a cabin, when he heard the sound of a vehicle coming. With hope running through him, he managed to stumble out towards the road and saw Kenny's Station Wagon coming up the road from the Lodge. Smiling, he stumbled towards the road, waving his good arm.
"He... Hey! It's me! Wait.. up!"
Whoever was driving, mustn't of been watching the road, as they suddenly served to avoid hitting him and struck a tree hard. Shocked, Brandon managed his way over to the vehicle as the passenger's door opened, revealing Liam.
"Damn... you really can't drive Sasha... "
Sasha groaned and muttered something under her breath, as the other doors opened. A fair haired man was helping Kenny out, while Tiffany and another woman climbed out of the vehicle as well. Brandon chuckled as he saw them.
"Liam... you can't drive any better man."
Looking up, Liam saw Brandon and smiled.
"Brandon! You made it!" he paused as he saw Brandon's arm "Wha...?"
Putting his hand back over the stump, Brandon nodded as he started to sway on his feet.
"Yeah... that Goon... got a... lucky strike..."
Staggering forward, Liam caught Brandon before he fell to the ground.
"Hang on Brand... not gonna let you go." he looked over at the others "Need some help here!"
Kenny nodded to Brad, as he was sitting in a chair outside the cabin the car crashed next to, holding his head. Tiffany and Emilia meanwhile, were trying to free Sasha.
"Ok... Sasha, can you move your legs?"
With a grunt, the brunette nodded as she managed to slide her legs to the side.
"Yeah... just a little tight..." she looked up and gasped "Get me out now! Hurry!"
Emilia looked behind them, eyes wide.
"JASON!"
Everyone whirled and saw the killer, stalking up the road towards them, murder being his clear intent. Tiffany ran around to the passenger's side, picking up a bent pipe which used to be part of the car's roof rack, climbing in and looked at Sasha.
"Ok, Sasha, look at me. I'm going to get you out."
Sasha just nodded, face white, as Liam, Brad and even Kenny stood up to face Jason with some make shift weapons found nearby. Brandon watched, anger surging through him as he saw Jason kick Liam in the side, sending the teen flying. Brad and Kenny both attacked together, the length of wood in Brad's hands breaking as it struck the killer, sending him back. The pipe in Kenny's hands, struck Jason in the knees, bringing the killer to the ground.
Liam gasped as he felt his ribs, pain flaring through his side as he managed to climb to his feet. Emilia hurried over to him, helping him to his feet, as Tiffany wedged the length of pipe under the steering wheel housing, managing to make enough space for Sasha to slide through. Sasha embraced Tiffany, tears down her face.
"Thank you!"
Tiffany was about to respond, when Kenny screamed, drawing everyone's attention. On the ground, was a human arm with it's former owner clutching a pipe in his remaining arm. Kenny glared at Jason, a snarl on his face.
"As Head Counselor, it's my duty to ask you to leave the camp Mr. Voorhees!" glancing to his side "Brad, get the others out of here, now!"
A brief pause, then Brad nodded as he turned and ran back to the others.
"Come on, Kenny's going to buy us time."
Tiffany, Liam, Sasha and Brandon all looked at Kenny, who only nodded to them as he then faced Jason who had gotten back to his feet. Gripping the pipe tightly, he raised and pointed it at the killer, who settled into a combat stance and raised the fire axe in its hand in a threatening manner. Kenny narrowed his eyes as he readied himself.
"Ok Mr Voorhees... Once again, leave this camp... or I'll make you."
Jason grinned behind his mask and took a practice swing with his axe.
"You... can... try... but... I... will... punish... everyone..."
Grimacing, as the pain from his severed arm grew, Kenny took a few steps forward and swung the pipe at the killer. Bringing his weapon up, the pipe struck the handle just below the head of the fire axe. Jason shoved forward, breaking the deadlock and sent Kenny stumbling backwards. Looking, he saw the others had left and then faced Kenny. He had bought them some time, but not much.
Regaining his feet, but considerably pale, Kenny stumbled twice then threw himself at Jason. The jagged end of the pipe the teen wielded, struck the mask and left score marks as the killer turned and took a step away. His mask was incredibly important as it contained all the daemonic energy and will which kept him there. Lashing out with his right foot, Kenny was sent flying backwards to slam against the side of his car. Managing to keep upright, he took a few steps forward, only to see in his final moments, Jason reach back and throw the fireaxe at him. The blade struck and bit deep into Kenny's forehead, spilling blood down his face. Swaying on his feet and with his vision growing dark, he watched as his killer stalked up to him and grasped the handle of the weapon.
"You... trespass..."
With a sickening tearing sound, Jason pulled the fireaxe free as Kenny fell to his knees and then to the ground, dead. Jason was about to head after the others, when his otherworldly senses kicked in. There was a boat on the water somewhere and, fortunately for him, he knew exactly where. Smirking, he 'jumped' again, leaving the Head counselor's remains alongside his car.
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Location : Crystal Lake, near boatshed
Time : 1:15 AM
Mary glared at Keith, who was trying to get the motor started. They had snuck past the trees and saw Sonya waiting patiently for AJ and Adam to return. Nodding to Keith, he hurried to the door with the gas can, letting Sonya know so they could get the boat fixed. Distracted, Sonya was caught unawares as Mary came up behind her and hit her in the back of the head with a length of wood. Keith grimaced as he saw Sonya collapse to the ground, blood on the back of her head.
Mary however, calmly walked over her towards the boat, calling for Keith to follow. Five minutes later, they were in the boat heading away from the camp, when the motor died. Now, angry at the situation, Mary was glaring at Keith who was trying everything he could to get the motor working again.
"Can't you do ANY thing Keith? Fix the damn thing!"
Keith looked at her over his shoulder, frowning.
"Hey, I'm sorry babe... but the motor just won't start and I have no idea why."
Folding her arms across her chest, Mary snarled under her breath and looked out over the water as Keith worked. The full moon shone it's full light down onto the lake's surface, reflecting the light and lit the area. In any other circumstance it would have been considered peaceful and romantic. However... the young woman was feeling anything but peaceful or romantic. Indeed, her own twisted thoughts took a dark turn as she felt the handle of the machete next to her and her gaze turned to look at Keith.
She was just about to grasp the handle, when the boat rocked, alarming the two of them. Mary looked around.
"Keith... what did you do...?"
Before he could respond, the boat lurched again as it was lifted into the air a couple of feet, before slamming back onto the surface again. Keith looked around frantically.
"Mary... something is under the boat..."
She snarled at him, her hand finding the handle of the machete she had and closed around it.
"No shit Sherlock! What was your first fuckin clue!?"
The boat erupted into the air, catapulting the two through the air and landing in the water. Flailing left and right, Mary surfaced, still retaining the machete as she looked around. She saw Keith surface a few meters away. Looking around she saw the boat was no longer in the water, but embedded into the the boat shed's wall, ironically the motor was working and the propeller was spinning. Rolling her eyes, she was about to say something, when she saw the terrified look on Keith's face. Without even looking behind her, Mary threw all of her energy into swimming towards the shore. As she swam, she heard Keith splashing behind her... then nothing.
Finally she reached the pontoon dock and pulled herself up onto it's surface. Panting, she looked out over the lake, to see Keith being launched through the air to slam onto the pontoon next to her. Scrambling over to him, she was somewhat relieved to find he was still alive, just dazed. Then the pontoon jerked, causing her to get to her feet and kick Keith in the air, startling him. No sooner had he gotten to his feet, when the sixth pontoon away from them, was sent flying through the air, then the next one, and the one after. Keith looked at Mary.
"RUN!"
Both teens ran for their lives down the dock, barely in front of the previous pontoon being launched into the air. Making their way to shore, they were both panting, when a knife flew through the air and struck Mary in her thigh. Screaming, she grabbed her leg and saw that the knife was firmly stuck in her. Keith turned and saw Jason climbing out of the water and grabbed a nearby branch and stood in front of Mary.
"Mary, get out of here... Now!"
With that said, Keith charged Jason and swung the branch, only for it to be knocked out of his hand, as Jason grabbed him by the throat. Mary turned and hurried away as fast as she could, but could still here Keith's gasps. Walking along the edge of the boat shed, Jason stopped near the wrecked boat and threw Keith to the ground. Reaching up, he pulled the motor off the back of the boat and approached Keith with the propeller still spinning. Groggy, Keith looked up just as Jason rammed the spinning propeller into his stomach. The blades sliced his stomach open and then all of his other organs as he threw his head back and screamed in agony.
Stumbling along a path, Mary stopped as she heard Keith's screams and how it tapered off.
"Better you than me, Keith."
Shrugging, she headed towards a nearby cabin and managed to climb in and started to look for a healing spray. Just as she opened a drawer, the lights went out and she couldn't help but squeak in alarm. Drawing the machete, she crept low and stayed out of the moonbeams shining in through the windows. She then heard the heavy footsteps of the killer approaching the door and her eyes went wide as she saw that the beam to barricade the door was still up. Racing over, she had just gripped the beam, when the door opened. Stepping back, she stabbed forward with the machete, feeling it bite deep into someone. She wore a smile as she thought she had just killed the killer, until she was backhanded across the face and sent across the room.
Holding the side of her head, she looked up and saw Jason standing in the doorway, the handle of the machete showing from his stomach. He looked down, then over at her as she pulled herself to her feet. Raising his hand and with just his index finger pointing up, he shook his hand from side to side, as if to say that was a bad idea. Panic seized Mary, as she threw herself on the ground and slide under a bunk, ignoring that Jason had seen her. Grasping the handle of the weapon, he pulled it forth from his body, brief bursts of flame appeared until the weapon was fully withdrawn and the 'damage' was healed.
Jason stalked over to the bed and grasped it by the frame and pulled it away. Mary squealed in fear as Jason looked down at her. He took a step back and motioned for her to stand, to which Mary did, eyes wide with fear as she looked at Jason. Tilting his head to the side, he turned and took a step away from here, giving her a brief sense of relief, before he spun around with his arm out and Mary's machete in his hand. The blade sliced through her neck, as her hands reached up, clenched into fist while blood spurted from her neck. Standing upright for another moment or two, her body collapsed onto the floor as Jason looked at the machete and stared to walk towards the door. At the exit he turned and threw the blade, a look of satisfaction on his face as the blade skewered Mary's head as it was rolling on the ground to the floor. Turning again to bathe in the moonlight, he 'jumped' to another part of the camp.
Back at the boatshed, Sonya struggled to her feet, her hand on the back of her head. Last thing she remembered was Keith in front of her with a gas can and then... Her eyes widened as she saw the wrecked boat she had worked on, embedded in the wall next to her. Carefully, she stepped outside and gasped, eyes wide. On the ground in front of her, the contents of his stomach and other organs scattered around, was the remains of Keith Storm.
Trying to contain the contents of her own stomach, she reached down and picked up the fallen walkie, grimacing at the blood coating it. Checking that it still had charge, she looked back at the fallen teen's remains and bowed her head, before leaving the boatshed behind her and headed back towards Higgins House, crouched low to hopefully avoid being detected.
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Deaths-Head : Sorry for the late update. Been a little hectic since New Year and just haven't had time free. This was a hard chapter to write and took me many rewrites to get it how I wanted. Four deaths in this chapter and still have some more to go.
Anywayz all constructive reviews will be appreciated. Flamers ignored.