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 Ten
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"Okay, now what's this word say?" Erin said, holding up a flash card.
Jason had gone back to the camp on her request and had gotten some art supplies from one of the cabins. namely, a few pens and pencils, paint and crayons. And paper. Lots of Paper. Now naturally, she didn't expect Jason to actually talk back to her. He never spoke. But she had thought ahead. When she made the flash cards, shed made another card with a picture of what the card meant. The card she held up now read the word "Duck". Jason squinted at the word for a minute and shuffled through the picture cards He picked one up and held it out. It was the duck.
"That's right," Erin said smiling.
Jason seemed pleased. Re-learning how to read after so many years had been easier than he thought. Erin had been teaching him for the past 6 days, and he could already recognize and read small, simple words up to six letters long.
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Anderson and Clark climbed out of the van. They decided to take it upon themselves to find Voorhees, and the girl, if she was around here. And still alive. Clark turned to Anderson, who had a bag on his back. They both looked terribly informal. T- shirts, loose jeans, sneakers...
"You relize we're probably gonna die right?"
"Yup"
"And it'll be bloody and painful?"
"Yup"
Clark nodded, "Just making sure."
The bikers had left days ago. It had been almost a week since this whole thing had started. It had taken a lot of paperwork, but in the end, Reynold's had all but pushed them out the door to meet their fate. If it meant they were going to catch Voorhees. Inhaling deeply, they joined the group of teenagers who had snuck out of town to throw a rave. There were about 30 of them. Clark knew what to expect from these punks.
Alcohol.
Drugs.
Sex.
Tonight, they'd join them undercover in hopes of luring out the infamous camp Crystal slasher. Anderson fingered the gun hidden under his baggy pants. They'd be ready for him...
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Erin was about to hold up another flash card when loud music began to blare...VERY LOUD MUSIC. Like heavy metal. The kind you can't stand unless you liked to your ears to bleed. Erin dropped the flash cards to the floor, covering her ears. She liked music but...the noise was too loud for her. Jason didn't like the noise either and the stupid noise was interrupting his learning. This only meant...they had new visitors.
Well...he'd take care of that.
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Clark and Anderson looked around. A few of the teens had taken out boom boxes and began to play their loud heavy metal music. A group of five began handing out baggies and handing around joints. Twelve packs began to be taken out of coolers. Girls and their boy friends were grinding against each other. Some girls were heading off to use the bathroom.
"We should we start looking around?" Clark asked.
"Wouldn't hurt", Anderson muttered.
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Erin looked up as Jason got up from the couch, his machete held tightly in his left hand.
"Be..be careful okay", Erin told him, noticing he was heading towards the door.
Jason nodded. Opening the door, he left the cabin. Jason headed towards the camp ground, where the noise and loud voices were heard. Stupid intruders. They'd pay for coming here.
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Clark and Anderson made their way through the crowd of people. They split up. One girl with dark black hair wearing tight leather pants danced her way over to Anderson. She looked to be about maybe 22. She flashed a seductive grin at him.
"Hey big boy, nice party huh?"
Anderson nodded, "Yeah, it's okay..."
"Hm...You know, you're pretty hot...wanna go mess around?"
Anderson shook his head, He had to focus on his work.
"Come on..." she said grinding against him purposefully, pressing her breasts against him, "I got a rubber..."
Anderson sucked in his breath as he felt a stirring in his boxers under his pants. He was the youngest member on the force, so it wasn't exactly like this girl was too young for him. He was only 26. Clark would kill him, but...
"What the hell?"
The girl grinned and pulled him away from the others, towards one of the cabins.
A quickie wouldn't hurt.
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Jason watched from the tree's as the teenagers danced and drank and smoked with great abandon. Their stupid partying was enough to make him sick. What right did they have to come and ruin the peace of this lake. They were all scum. They deserved to die. He saw a black haired girl and a man with short blond hair go into one of the cabins. He'd kill them first.
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The girl, Trixie, pulled Anderson into the cabin. Anderson pressed her against the wall, groping her breasts through her loose cotton tank top. Trixie moaned, pressing herself against him.
"Oh yeah..." she gasped, pulling him into a kiss.
Anderson licked her bottom lip, she opened her mouth, their tongues fought for dominance as Trixie began undoing her pants. Anderson removed his shirt, letting out a hiss of pleasure
as Trixie leaned down to give open mouthed kisses to his chest. He reached down and snagged the fabric of her thin lacy black panties as he helped her take off her pants. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, dropping her onto the bed.
"Enjoying the party now?" Trixie asked as Anderson unzipped his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers
"Oh yeah..."
Trixie held out the condom she'd brought. Anderson took it and pulled it on, climbing on top of her.
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Jason opened the door to the cabin,They were already doing what the teenagers usually did when they were alone. Jason tightened his grip on his weapon. They'd pay for violating his home just to behave like drunken stupid fools!
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Jason approached them. His foot steps echoed quietly. The two were going at it pretty hard. Jason stood over them, machete raised. Trixie looked over Anderson's shoulder, her eyes widening. Anderson looked at her, before he could even turn over to see what she was looking at, Jason brought the machete down. Blood splattered the bed and the floor. Both lay dead, eyes wide open in fear. That would leave a message to the others who decided to do such disgusting things
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Clark, unaware of the fact his partner just died, noticed a small group of guys around 21 or so, heading off into the woods. They looked as though they were high, a few of them were passing some joints around. A couple of them had flash lights. Clark decided to join them, pretending to be high too. As Jason left the cabin, exiting from the back entrance, he noticed the flash lights heading into the woods. He gripped his weapon even tighter, following them. They'd be the next to go.
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Erin put the flash cards in her duffel bag. Stretching out on the couch, she laid down. She was unaware of what was going on. The music was still blaring. Even with the loud music, she fell asleep almost at once.
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"Hey Robbie, look, another cabin", Josh replied.
Robbie took a draw from his joint, "Let's go check it out".
Clark kept himself in the rear of the group. Taking a look around the darkened woods. He noticed the cabin and saw that there was some sort of light on inside, perhaps a fire going.
Jason hid behind a tree but his anger was rising. Oh these sons of bitches were going to pay...if the camp was bad enough, this was much worse. These drugged up, stupid fools were crossing another territory and they would pay dearly.
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Clark followed the other to the cabin, still pretending to be high. The smoke the joints were making was starting to get to him. He shook his head. He couldn't afford to space out now. This HAD to be Jason's hide out.
"Hey..." he said in his best stoners voice, "I got the munchies..."
"Cha, me too," said one of the others, a goofy smile on his face.
Clark pointed to the house, "let's see if they got any eats..." he said.
The others muttered and chuckled in agreement, opening the door to the place Erin and Jason had stayed since the police had showed up last week.
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Jason almost rushed out in a rage. How DARE they?! Oh, they'd PAY for this intrusion!
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Since Erin was on the couch, facing the other direction, Clark didn't see her. 3 of the boys looked around, their eyes glassy,
"Whoa...nice digs..."
Clark looked around, his eyes darting back and forth while looking for clues of bloodshed or body parts. He slipped out the door again, slipping around the back to check the woods for any signs. The others had headed for the kitchen, opening the fridge. Empty. Erin had eaten the last of the food Jason had brought from the other cabin that morning.
"Aw, man..." One of them groaned, "Now what?"
None of them noticed the large shape looming from the doorway of the kitchen entrance to the woods. Or the shining blade which was raised high above his head, still wet with the blood of his previous kill.
Meanwhile, in the living room, one of the boys had discovered Erin, sleeping like a rock on the couch. He mistook her for one of the girls at the party, assuming she had just passed out from either drinking or a drug. He laughed stupidly as he leaned over and touched her hair. it was soft and curly. Just how he liked it...He put his mouth against hers as he lowered himself to her sleeping form, his state of high reasoning that nothing was wrong with having sex with a fellow drunk, high party-goer.
Erin however was neither, and woke up instantly when she felt the boy tugging at her blouse. She screamed, kicking at him.
"Get off me! Get off! JASON! Help!"
The boy was yanked off of her with violent force and flung across the room. Jason growled and stomped across the room, plunging it into the boys body repeatedly, blood and organs spilling onto the floor.
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Sitting up fully, Erin pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, whimpering from being violated in such a barbaric manner. She watched as Jason killed the boy who had tried to sleep with her, thinking her to be either high or drunk. Which...she had been neither. The fact that there were blood and organs everywhere...she took this in as very little. Not really caring as her mind reeled from what almost happened.
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Clark heard the shrill scream as did the others. They came running into the living room. Clark came around the group as they stopped in their tracks. Clark noticed the red head on the couch. Erin turned her head around, having heard the foot steps. Jason unstuck his machete from the boys body and turned around. Ready to strike again. Erin was really, really confused as to what was going on. Jason walked over to the couch, standing near Erin in a rather protective manner.
"Don't hurt her", Clark spoke up.
This almost made Jason laugh. This man thought he'd hurt her...this man was quite mistaken. If any of them tried anything, they'd be the ones getting hurt.
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The other guys bolted out the back door and ran back to the camp site. But Clark did the most stupidest thing in his entire life. He took out his gun, which had been hidden under his t-shirt and between his waist and jeans. He'd worn a slightly tight belt to keep the gun in place. He doubted he'd be able to kill Jason. But maybe just wound him.
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Jason saw the gun and started towards Clark. The gun would have no effect. He couldn't die. Clark saw an opening and ran around the other side of the couch.
"What are you waiting for, run!" Clark yelled at Erin.
Erin, however, wouldn't budge. Clark made a grab for Erin's arm to try and get her to move. Jason wasn't too happy about this. How dare the stupid filth touch her. Jason was quicker then Clark. He came around the couch and brought the machete down, chopping off Clark's hand, making Clark drop his gun. Erin ducked out of the way and hid behind Jason, holding onto him for safety. Seeing that she was safe, Jason kicked the gun out of the guy's reach. He then advanced on Clark, machete raised.
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Clark clutched the bleeding place his hand had once been, screaming in pain. His screams were quickly silenced as Jason cut off his head. Jason, satisfied for the moment, turned back to Erin, who was still shaking. He placed a hand on her shoulder. She was cold. Probably in shock over what that boy had tried to do to her. Jason had gotten there just in time. The boy hadn't had time to do anything to her other than feel her up. But that alone was just as bad. No one would ever hurt Erin. HIS Erin. Nobody!
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Erin looked up at him, her arms still wrapped around Jason's wide frame. She didn't even care that she'd just seen him kill two people. Jason had saved her from being raped by some pothead. She buried her face into his chest, letting her tears leak down her cheeks. Jason put his warm arm around her comfortingly, letting her cry. The music continued to Blare. Jason growled, looking in the direction of the camp. He gently placed Erin back on the couch,squeezing her shoulder again. His machete in hand, started for the door. He'd move the other bodies later. First he had to kill the rest of those worthless trespassers.
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It was pure mayhem by the time the others had gotten back to the group. Robbie and Josh told several about what they had seen,obviously...because they were stoned, it didn't sound far fetched as it would if a regular person was talking, only because the entire rave party was either stone or drunk.
"Hey, has anyone seen Trixie?" One guy asked.
A girl's scream echoed over the music. A girl with brown hair came running out of one of the cabins, obviously having just found the bodies of Trixie and Anderson.
"There...are...two...dead..bodies!" the girl screamed.
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Jason came lumbering into the midst of the mayhem. Considering those around him were stoned, they probably thought he was their imagination. Jason didn't care. He stabbed the first person who passed him. He was so angry about those tress passers and about that guy who almost hurt Erin. A couple stopped making out long enough to see the body drop to the ground with a THUD!
Jason approached the couple and stabbed them both in the abdomen, slashing their throats as well. He then noticed two guys with boxes, which was where the loud music was coming from. Jason stomped over and destroyed the boom boxes with a couple good swings from his machete. He then murdered the two guys who had been blaring the music.
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Screams of drunken and stoned girls and boys were heard through out the camp site. Jason went after the very few who couldn't quite get to the van they had brought. He killed five or ten who had been pushed out of the way during the scramble. Jason watched the van peel out of the camp site, apparently...the designated driver hadn't left the van, in fear of getting stoned or drunk.
Jason took a few deep breathes before turning to the dead bodies that lay where they had fallen. Jason's machete was now dripping in fresh blood. He started towards the bodies. Time to clean up the mess.
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Erin waited for Jason to come back. She heard the music stop earlier, and that was a relief. She'd also heard the screams. Erin didn't care about that. She just wanted Jason to come back. He'd been gone for nearly an hour. The door knob clicked as the door opened. Erin felt a wave of relief wash over her as Jason came in. His machete, and his clothes, were covered in blood. Erin strangely didn't feel bothered that Jason has just killed so many people. She wondered why, but decided it didn't really matter. Jason would never hurt HER.
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Jason pulled the body of the stoner and the cop out of the house, dumping them beside the door. He went back to Erin, sitting beside her on the couch, wrapping an arm
around her. He was here. He would never allow anyone to harm HIS Erin...Never.
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Erin leaned against him, She'd never felt as safe as she did when she was with Jason. His presence alone was a comfort. He'd never let anyone hurt her. Jason picked up the flashcards, which had gotten kicked out of her bag by the man who had grabbed her arm. He turned back to Erin.
"You wanna finish your reading lesson?" she asked. Jason nodded.
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About three and a half hours later, Erin held up a card that read "Ice Cream".
"Okay, what's this word say?" Erin asked, stifling a yawn but covering her mouth with her fist.
Jason squinted at the word and then went through the pictures. He finally found the flash card with the picture of a dish of ice cream. He was very proud of himself. Erin smiled, completely proud of him too.
"Good job", She replied happily before stifling another yawn.
Jason noticed how tired she was getting. He couldn't tell time or anything but he noticed it wasn't getting darker out...it was getting lighter. They'd been at the flash card game for the past few hours or so now. Erin gave another yawn. Luckily, they had one last card to do. She held it up, smiling slightly.
"Okay, we're on our last one", She told him.
Jason squinted at the card. It read "Love". Jason found the remaining card in his pile of picture cards. It was a picture of a heart. Well...not of an organ like people had. It was a weird shape that had to lines making an upside down triangle and to bumps at the top. Jason held it up.
"Very good", Erin replied.
She then rubbed her eyes in a sleepy manner. Jason knew she must be tired but he was very grateful she wanted to teach him how to read. He took the cards out of her hand and placed them on the floor with the flash cards he had been holding. Erin, semi-consciously, curled up against Jason. He looked down at her as she rested her head against his chest, falling asleep only seconds later. Jason picked up the blanket off the floor and covered her with it.
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End of Chapter Ten
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