Just Misunderstood
By: TheSilverHyena
Warning:: Contains Mature/Adult Content, Violence and Gore, and Adult Language. If you cannot HANDLE these sorts of things, you might want to go elsewhere. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Chapter 25: Beauty and Her Beast
'Why pretty Blake not run?'
This thought raced through Thomas' head over and over again, even as the second Soldier of Eternal Damnation screamed from down in the basement. A hard 'thwack' echoed it's way up the stairs, followed by much lighter footfalls. The cultist in the hall by the basement door pocketed his device, glancing into the darkness, only to stumble right back into the wall and slide down to the floor with an agonized howl. A crossbow bolt stuck out of his shoulder, dangerously close to his neck and the wound quickly gushed blood all over the floor.
"What the-?" Lucian questioned.
The shattering of glass in the kitchen, followed by a scream caught everyone's attention next. Savage barking and snarling came from the disaster that was once the Hewitt's kitchen, silencing the cultist's screams. When Blake finally emerged from the basement, loaded crossbow in hand and walking staff slung over her back, Toby trotted out of the kitchen, stopping by his mistress' side. The German Shepherd was covered in fresh blood, most of it on his muzzle, face, and paws. Bits of flesh could be seen in his mouth as the dog bared his fangs in a threatening display.
"Blake!" Kaylie half screamed, half sobbed, "I-I'm s-so... I-I'm sorry!"
"Shhhh... K-Kaylie... i-it'll be a-alright..." Blake reassured the girl, shakily, "I-I'm sorry too..."
Thomas grunted and howled, bucking against his restraints only to be beaten back down into submission by his captors. Seeing the poor beast of a man in such a state pained Blake greatly, as did seeing Kaylie there too; on her knees, hands bound before her with an electric prod at her neck. What remained of Monty was left to bleed out on the wooden floors, creating a pretty good sized, sticky puddle that was difficult to avoid.
'Why pretty Blake not take baby and run?! W-why pretty Blake not listen to husband?' Thomas pleaded, his mind's gravely voice strained and in terrible pain.
'I'm sorry... b-but I couldn't leave you or Kaylie to die at the hands of these people.' the girl answered, mentally, 'Please forgive me.'
"And there she is... in the flesh at last." Lucian purred, flicking his talons, "How poetic, a regular "Beauty and the Beast" fairytale, only in this version, there will be no happy ending... for any of you."
When he took a step to approach, Toby snarled and snapped his jaws, the fur on his hackles spiking up. There was something that just seemed off about the dog, something that couldn't be made out with the naked eye, yet made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.
"That's close enough, I think."
Blake stood her ground, keeping her crossbow aimed at Lucian, though ready to switch targets at a moment's notice. Now that she was up here, facing her demons... the psychic wasn't exactly sure what to do now. In all honesty, she wasn't even sure if she'd be able to make it this far.
"D-don'tcha even think 'bout harmin' her!" Luda Mae shouted, "Don't even think-!"
The elderly cannibal was silenced when Miranda pressed her blade further into her neck with a warning hiss. Kaylie continued to sob uncontrollably, knowing that this was all her fault. She'd left to get Blake help and instead, ended up returning with a larger pack of degenerates.
"Oh shut up, Mrs. Hewitt... you don't give two shits about that girl... but the child growing in her belly... now that's a different matter." Lucian hissed.
'Yesssss... Amelia'ssssss flesssssh and blood... tender innocccccencccccce, we crave it. To taint and ruin!' hissed the fiends within the cult leader's mind.
"Y-you thinkin' it's some sort of fuckin' demon-spawn? T-that whore bein' the daughter of y-your-your Amelia bitch?!" Hoyt spat.
Lucian turned around with an inhuman snarl, though before he could reprimand Hoyt himself for such an insult, Axle had already shoved Kaylie to the ground and jabbed the false lawman in his manhood and midsection multiple times with the electric prod. A frightened scream came from Kaylie's mouth as she watched, horrified, and Hoyt cried out in absolute agony.
"How dare you speak of the Honored Mother in that way!" Axle snarled.
"I grow weary of your insults, Charlie. If you want to keep your tongue in your wretched mouth, I suggest-!" Lucian began, only to be interrupted.
'Luccccian!'
At the demons' warning, the cult leader whipped back around in alarm. In the span of a split second, he let out a curse and bent to one side, surprise written all over his face as a crossbow bolt whizzed past his head, only to bury into the closed door behind him. Kaylie and Luda Mae both let out synchronized yelps, each one wondering if that pull of the crossbow's trigger just sealed their fates.
'Now you've don't it...' Blake scolded herself, mentally.
The girl stood there, trembling with the empty crossbow in hand. Along Lucian's face was a long, slender cut from where the bolt-tip grazed his cheek, slicing it open and letting warm, thick blood seep out. A furious, demonic growl left the white-haired man's mouth as he showed his unnaturally sharp teeth. The rest of the cultists glanced around to each other, then back to their leader, then to Blake. Now, the young expectant mother had his undivided attention.
"You shall pay most dearly for your insolence, girl!" growled Lucian, "Shall I slaughter another? Perhaps someone you do care about this time?!" he glanced at Hoyt, smirking as a cruel idea entered his sick mind, "Ah... thank you, Charlie..."
"F-fer what?!" Hoyt rasped, back, glaring at Lucian with up most hatred.
"Hoyt!" Luda Mae strained, fear filling ever word she spoke, "D-don't b-be given' them no excuses!"
With a laugh, Lucian backed up, not wanting to take his eyes off of Blake this time. His soldiers were ready to pounce at a moments notice, though even with her crossbow empty, she still had a ferocious German Shepherd at her side. Thomas let out a growl of his own, taking in deep, rage-filled breaths. He wanted nothing more then to rip this fiend's charming, charasmatic face from his skull. Threatening his family. His wife. His child.
'Thomas... Thomas please... keep your eyes on me... focus on me, Thomas...' Blake instructed, though she kept a careful eye on Lucian, gauging his reaction.
'Tear her ssssssoft and gentle heart apart!'
Eager to please the fiends he served, Lucian was more than willing to oblige. Casually, he handed his cane to Axle and dragged Kaylie up off the floor, delighted in her pained squeal, and placed her in front of him, metal talons at her midsection while the two cultists controlling Thomas pulled and jerked on his chains before the other one with the brute's chainsaw lined up the gruesome blade with Thomas' neck.
"N-no! Don't-!" Blake pleaded, before she was silenced by the cult leader's threatening glare and laughter of the Nameless demons infesting his mind.
"Choose, Blake! Which one do I send screaming to the Gates of Hell?!" Lucian spat, "The innocent girl who never chose to be here?" he questioned, piercing Kaylie's skin and letting her warm blood coat his bladed hand, causing her to cry out in pain, "Or the beast you've worked so hard to tame? The father of your child... a murderer... your rapist. One of them DIES by your hand!"
Luda Mae screamed bloody murder, struggling violently against Miranda's hold, "No! Not my precious boy! Y-you leave my sweet Tommy alone!"
"Shut up, old hag!" Miranda snarled, throwing the elderly woman against the wall before pressing up close against her and hissing in her ear, "But between you and me... I hope Blake chooses the bitch. I wonder what your son would be like in the sack. What's dangling between his legs? Don't you want me to carry one of your grandbabies, too?" she mocked, licking her lips.
Thomas whimpered, seeing his mamma being manhandled in such a matter. But the massive brute kept his focus on Blake, just as she had asked him too.
'Good... git rid of that little bitch already... kill er'.' Hoyt rasped to himself, "That-that bitch... she ain't kin, girl!" he called out.
"Please Blake! D-don't l-let them k-kill me!" Kaylie pleaded, through unintelligible sobs.
Gazing at the chaos surrounding her now, Blake made her decision. She had played this sick game before and with all eyes on her, she knew what she had to do.
'Just watch me, just watch me, just watch me,' ran through her mind over and over again.
Slowly, Blake let the crossbow slip from her hand and clatter to the floor before withdrawing one of her knives from her pocket. In a move that left Lucian and everyone else watching baffled, the girl held it up to her own throat, "The only one who will die by my own hand... will be me!"
'WHAT?!' snarled the Nameless Demons in Lucian's ears.
The surprised shrieks of his 'friends', were so loud it caused the cult leader to wince in pain, something that did not go unnoticed by those watching.
Thomas' eyes widened in panic, nearly sending him into a frenzy. Just what was she thinking?! Luda Mae was stricken near speechless in horror while Hoyt couldn't help but feel that this whole thing was oddly familiar, as Blake had requested that he take her life and spare two others. Only this time, the girl held a blade to her own throat.
'NO! Not my pretty Blake!' Thomas' gravely voice bellowed into Blake's mind.
'Thomas... Thomas, please... just listen to me! Don't struggle!' Blake commanded, 'Trust me... trust me, my sweet giant.'
Even Toby glanced up to Blake, the spirit anchored to the canine uncertain of just what she'd hoped to gain through such a stunt.
'Kitten? Blake? What are you doing?' Tobias' voice rang in his daughter's ears.
'I-it's g-going to be o-okay, daddy... do you trust me?' Blake mentally questioned, 'T-Tommy does.'
Judging by the reactions garnered by the fiends in Lucian's mind, the girl had already gotten what she wanted. Everyone was watching her... everyone. Without another word, the spirit stood down. He too would trust that Blake knew what she was doing.
"Hmhmhmmmmm... and just what are you playing at, girl?" Lucian asked, still keeping his firm grip on Kaylie.
"T-the s-same sick game you began," Blake answered, "Y-you see... I-I can hear them too. They Who Have No Name? The Nameless? That's what they call themselves, right?"
'Luccccian... don't let her do it!' the fiends anxiously hissed.
Lucian was struggling to keep up appearances, but there was no denying the hint of fear in his eyes as They Who Have No Name verbally lashed out at him. Was the girl crazy enough to actually go through with it?
A slight smirk turned up in the corner of Blake's mouth; now she had him on the spot, "I'm the last of Amelia Rake's bloodline. Long ago... my flesh and blood was promised to those-those horrible things you serve w-when my mother willingly let them poison her mind. Now, i-if I die... by my own hand... the promise made can never be fulfilled! I take myself... and I take my child with me! And I wonder... what will be left of you, Lucian Rake? What will be left of you when they abandon you as they abandoned her?"
The whole room went disturbingly quiet as all eyes darted to the cult leader, then back to Blake. Only Luda Mae choking back a sob broke the silence, along with Hoyt's plea within his mind, 'Do it, ya fuckin' little bitch... save this family the trouble. Whatcher' waitin' fer?'
A smile almost crossed the deluded man's face and his mind's voice almost sounded hopeful, until Blake's mismatched glare landed on Hoyt for a split second and her furious voice rang in his ears, 'Shut up, Hoyt! I've had just about enough of you, you insufferable wild boar.'
Hoyt never actually "said" anything he was-was only thinking it. And Blake, her lips didn't move... but he heard her voice. But as the realization struck the fake sheriff of just HOW that girl must have been communicating so well with Thomas, Lucian's sudden outburst of devilish laughter interrupted him.
Thomas tensed up, whimpering as the lump forming in his throat proved to be too much to hold in. He was ready to spring into action, give his life for Blake if need be, however the girl once again affirmed her mental order to stand down. The other Soldiers of Eternal Damnation seemed to be momentarily distracted, as if in some sort of trance as they watched their leader make his next move. Even the man that previously held Thomas' own gore-covered chainsaw to the beast's neck had become inexplicably neglectful, as the vicious blade was rather lazily held in the cultist's hands.
"Oh my... my dear pretty Blake... you nearly had us!" Lucian snickered with a grin, wagging his clawed finger in a 'tsk, tsk, tsk' fashion, "If it was you alone, I would have believed you. Nobly sacrificing yourself... getting to see dear, sweet daddy again," he added, watching as the girl's expression changed ever so slightly at the mention of her father, "But there is no way in Hell you would willingly murder the innocent life growing inside you by taking your own!"
'Luccccian!' the nameless fiends warned, anxiously.
'Be quiet,' the cult leader mentally snapped, his focus still on the young psychic, " You should know better then to try and lie to me, Blake!"
Blake had pinned herself into a corner, or at least she made it look that way. Desperately trying to hold back a a petrified sob, the psychic took in a shaky breath, falling to her knees in defeat and lowered the knife from her own throat, "Y-you're r-right," she stammered, "I-I would n-never become t-the monster Amelia Rake was. I-I could never h-harm something so pure and innocent."
"Such a pathetic, whimpering little whelp..." Lucian mocked, casting Kaylie aside without a care while striding closer to Blake,
He knelt down and used his clawed finger to force Blake's mismatched gaze up at him. The fiends in his mind were screaming and hissing incoherently, but something else compelled Lucian in his moment of triumph, something he himself was unaware of, "I expected so much more from the daughter of our Honored Mother. A soft, merciful heart and a gentle soul has made you weak! Just what was the purpose of this little show of yours?"
A look of confusion crossed Lucian's face when Blake's expression turned from hopelessness and fear to complete defiance, "It sure kept your attention on ME, didn't it?!" she spat.
'THOMAS! NOW!' the psychic mentally screamed to the bound giant.
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her mind raced with Thomas'. Blake's thoughts filled Thomas' head, while his transferred into hers, forging a powerful psychic link the likes of which she'd never felt before. While at first Blake had grown fatigued, a new vigor filled her body and soul. It felt... strong.
'Strong like Thomas... Thomas strong. Must protect... our child.'
A deep, loathing snarl reverberated in the back of Thomas' throat while he gripped both of the chains tethering his neck. The cultists that were supposed to be watching the brute and keep him restrained shook their heads as though suddenly snapping out of a trance, but before they could do anything, Thomas had found his footing. He had heard Blake's cry for help.
With a swift motion, he yanked on both chains, pulling his two captors off their feet and throwing them to the hard wooden floor. Angrily, the beast of a man ripped the unwanted leash from around his neck and stomped on one of them men who had held him. The robed man who still held Thomas' chainsaw turned around with a start and yelped, frantically pulling on the cord to start up the ferocious weapon, only to suddenly find himself pushed right into Thomas' bearpaw-sized hand.
'Thomas! Defend yourself, defend your child. But do not harm Kaylie. K-kill Lucian a-and his followers.' Blake commanded, her eyes still rolled in the back of her skull.
'Bad demon-people hurt Thomas' family, hurt my pretty Blake... all bad demon-people DIE!' echoed within Thomas' mind as he flew into a furious rampage.
Everything happened so fast, Lucian could only watch as what he thought was his victory proceeded to crumble around him. There was Kaylie, who took this opportunity of being unwatched for a few seconds to make her move. The bruised and battered girl had shoved the cultist that held Thomas' chainsaw into the massive brute while he was trying to get the weapon working. Thomas practically snapped the man like a dried up twig and reclaimed his blade. All it took was a single yank on the cord from the giant to have the machine roaring to life.
"What the fu-!?" Miranda began, eyes wide in disbelief.
Before the Second in Command could finish her statement and snap out of the daze she just found herself in, Luda Mae mustered all of her might and shoved her body weight against the smaller teenager, catching Miranda off guard and nearly knocking her to the floor. The older woman suffered a small cut to the neck from Miranda's knife, but it was nothing life threatening... yet.
"That's what I think of ya carryin' any Hewitt bloodline, ya demon-spawn!" Luda Mae spat, bending down to snatch up a rusty, jagged sickle that fell from the folds of Miranda's robes when she was pushed aside.
This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Lucian, their Lord and Master... he was to lead them all to victory! Now Thomas escaped, Luda Mae was free, and Hoyt proceeded to pummel the cultist that previously punched him in the gut with his own brass knuckles. After tossing the cultist aside, Hoyt cast a nasty glare towards Blake, but quickly realized that he had another issue to take care of first. Axle jabbed at the false lawman with the electric prod then followed up with the cane he'd been holding for Lucian. The chaos had finally boiled over into an all out eruption!
"I toldja you was all fuckin' with the wrong family!" Hoyt shouted, ducking out of the way of Axle's first swing.
Meanwhile...
'Lucccccian! We tried to warn you!' the Nameless fiends snarled in the cult leader's mind.
Just as Lucian flexed his clawed hand, ready to attack the psychic, an angry blur of fur and fangs put itself between him and Blake. Toby growled and barked, sinking his teeth and raking his claws over every inch of the vile man he'd managed to get a hold of. While the German Shepherd momentarily had Lucian on the ground, Blake quickly reached for her crossbow before sliding her knife along the floor.
'Kaylie!' Blake cried out, mentally, 'Catch!'
Confused, the girl looked over her shoulder, clearly hearing Blake's voice from where she stood yet she was no where near her. However, just as the hilt of the knife stopped at Kaylie's boot, a robed heathen nearly took off her head with a machete before the roar of the chainsaw nearly deafened her. Kaylie let out a scream as the savage teeth of the mechanical blade narrowly missed her and sliced her would-be attacker in half instead, leaving him to slump to the ground in a gory mess of blood and guts. For a moment, her wide, terrified eyes met with Thomas'.
"T-thank you." Kaylie managed to squeak out, before picking up the knife Blake had given her and cut the ropes binding her wrists with it.
Thomas merely gave a nod toward the girl, but his chainsaw's hunger would not be satisfied by her flesh and blood. Not tonight, anyways.
'Blake likes Kaylie... Kaylie help Thomas... but the bad, demon-men... demon-men that hurt family... kill Uncle Monty...'
Thomas felt his rage building thinking about what had just happened, what he'd just seen happen to his crippled uncle. What they were going to do to his Mamma... to his beloved Blake. Everything in his vision tinged with a deep, crimson red hue. Then he saw Blake loading one of the few remaining bolts into her crossbow and take a shot at the acolyte who rushed in to pull Toby off of Lucian. The lengths she had gone too... what she was willing to do, what these foul excuses for life nearly drove her to do. These people would NOT take his wife. They would not take his child! He wouldn't let them! Thomas charged forward, reducing anyone dumb enough to get in his way to a permanent part of the floor or wall. He would have Lucian Rake's head if it was the last thing he ever did.
Looking around at the chaos that ensued, Blake had no choice but to make peace with herself that the time for mercy and any hope of redemption for these fiends was over. As the Nameless had warned Lucian, it was not just Blake's own soul that she fought for. What kind of a mother would she had been to condemn her child to live in fear? There had been countless chances for the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation to change their vile ways. To disband. But their insatiable greed for the flesh and blood of their founder would lead to their undoing.
A strangled screech from the psychic's flank grabbed Blake's attention as a robed man much larger than she was took a swing at her with a jagged, rusty knife. The blade sliced her arm, cutting through the nightgown and hoodie she wore down into her delicate flesh. Now, crimson momentarily stained her vision. Without thinking and acting on sheer instinct alone, Blake screamed as she threw a punch at the cultist that by all rights should have left her with a broken hand.
"W-what t-the-?" the girl stammered.
The cultist was laid out cold on the floor, blood pouring from his mouth which was missing several teeth. His broken jawbone pierced through his cheek in a sickening way. Blake glanced at her fist, which was covered in blood but didn't even have a bruise.
'Oh my God...'
Meanwhile, Lucian let out a demonic hiss as he managed to pry the furious dog off of him as he scrambled to get back on his feet. He showed no concern for his fallen "brother" as the man beside him writhed in agony with a crossbow bolt sticking out of him. Toby stumbled a little, shaking himself off and sending small droplets of blood and bits of flesh flying in all directions. A few flesh wounds bled and caked into his fur, but there was plenty of fight left in the German Shepherd as he regrouped by his mistress' side.
"Halt this madness! I command you!" the cult leader shouted at Blake, before the terrifying snarl of the chainsaw and thunderous stomping from Thomas grabbed his attention.
Blake twisted around and took a swing at one of the other cultists that attempted to grab her from behind with the unloaded crossbow. Once again, she displayed an unusual amount of power for her frail body and small size, leaving the female heathen to stumble helplessly onto the stairwell and fall prey to Toby's merciless jaws. Then Blake saw what Lucian was attempting. She could feel his mind pushing against Thomas', fighting to take over and control him. As Lucian motioned with his clawed hand under his chin, just like he had done with Uncle Monty, Blake could not only see Thomas's arms beginning to tremble, she could feel it coursing through herself as well.
'Thomas! Y-you're stronger then he is! WE a-are stronger then he is! Our strength i-is greatest when we are together.' Blake reassured the massive brute, staggering her way through the bloodbath to where he stood.
She'd lost track of Hoyt and Luda Mae at this point, but right now, she couldn't afford to worry about them. Blake knew that she needed to get to Thomas. As the psychic dodged the broken bodies already littering the destroyed living room floor and struggled to keep her balance despite slick blood and guts everywhere underfoot, Blake loaded the last bolt into her crossbow and fired at close range.
"GAHHHH!" Lucian hissed, wrenching backward in pain while grasping at the crossbow bolt sticking out of his side.
When his concentration broke from Thomas, Lucian realized that had it not been for one of his acolytes, of which the number was steadily dwindling, manhandling Kaylie against Blake, that crossbow bolt would have gone straight through his temple.
"B-Blake... I-I'm-!" Kaylie yelped.
"Behind you!" Blake warned, bending down to take the knife she'd stashed in her boot.
A look of regret mixed with sadness crossed her face as she threw the blade, striking the man where the neck met with the shoulder. With a scream rivaling that of a banshie, Kaylie finished the job, hissing and spitting while repeatedly stabbing the heathen.
'Focusssss, you fool!' growled the fiends within Lucian's mind, growing increasingly impatient.
Free of Lucian's mental snare, Thomas brought his chainsaw down upon him with as much force as he could throw behind it. In a motion anyone would have considered insane, the cult Lord caught the still moving chainsaw blade in his clawed hand. He displayed unnatural strength for a man of his size and stature. The steel and leather proved to shield his hand from the unforgiving motorized teeth and the clash of mental against metal caused the most terrible sound imaginable and raging sparks to ignite.
"You WILL not take her from me! Blake is mine! She is OURS!"
'Pretty Blake... mine!" Thomas snarled back in his mind.
Even as his arms trembled once again, and his thoughts of fury became intertwined with the inexplicable temptation to turn the chainsaw on himself, Thomas remained steadfast and stared right back into Lucian's demonic, amber eyes.
'You're growing WEAK, Lucccian!'
"I AM NOT!"Lucian shouted, gritting his fang-like teeth as the chainsaw blade began to tear through the thick leather of his gauntlet.
"Thomas!" Blake called.
Before she could reach the brute, Lucian tore the bolt from his side and jabbed the blood-covered projectile into Thomas' shoulder, causing both of them to snarl in pain. The cult leader finally cast the chainsaw aside, leaving the wildly swinging blade to eviscerate and decapitate any that were foolish enough to get too close. His blade hand free, Lucian shoved all four blades against the much larger male's chest, piercing through leather then skin. He began chanting in some other language, the force he exerted pushing dangerously close to snapping bone. All the while, Thomas felt his heart seizing up and every breath became more difficult then the last. Until...
"Leave him alone!" Blake cried out.
Lucian felt as though the wind was knocked out of him as a sharp pain collided into the previous wound festering in his side. Then Blake's boot struck the cult leader again as she sent him sprawling to the ground in an agonized heap. She stood beside Thomas, placing her small hand against his bicep and took in a deep breath. The psychic could feel the pain of every cut, every wound... the growing pain in his chest and limbs. However, once Lucian's concentration was broken, Thomas' vitality came flooding back.
"I am his, just as much as he is mine!" Blake declared, "You will not take him from me, as you will not take me away from him!"
'Get up!' hissed the frantic demons in Lucian's mind.
Thomas raised his chainsaw above his head, uncaring of the shower of blood and gore that was spit out from the whirring teeth on the chain. However, out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone leaning against the wall, violently choking and gagging before collapsing on her hands and knees.
'Mamma...?'
::To Be Continued::
Author's Notes:: So, SO sorry to have kept you all waiting. Real life, lack of inspiration, the usual jazz. BUT! A few nights ago, I was hit with a sudden wave of inspiration to actually GET SOMETHING DONE! I had the second or third draft of this chapter saved for the longest time, and until just a few nights ago, I had no idea how to even start chapter 26. (However, as of this posting, I've got the first draft of Chapter 26 down and intend to proofread that while starting on Chapter 27 as well.) Thank you for all who have bared with me and supported this story. Nothing but love for ya'll!
Above all else, I really enjoyed the full fledged psychic bond Blake forges with Thomas here. While fully inside his mind, she also takes some of his attributes. I've explored this ability of hers through my story "Emerging Powers", where upon physical contact she could utilize the powers of someone she touched. Here, she borrows Thomas' strength without even making physical contact with him. We also see a display of Suggestion with her little stunt... I knew how I wanted that scene to play out, but I had a difficult time putting it into writing.
Disclaimer:: I do not claim to own The Texas Chainsaw Massacre or any of it's Characters. The references to Jason Voorhees and Lisa Voorhees are from Lady_Voorhees' story, The Strange Good Girl.