Disclaimer: The characters are not my original concept. This is a work of fiction.


Jason's eyes lit upon a single crumpled sheet of white paper tucked away in a far corner of the cabin. Had he not been intent upon scouring the dully lit room for any sign of his arch nemesis, he would never have noticed it.

Unaware of the boy lying helpless on the bed, he walked over to the corner and, crouching, snatched the paper from where it had been haphazardly discarded. Curious, he smoothed the crinkled paper out and, rising, held it up to the open window. A single word, written in clear, precise script was illumined by the light of the waning moon: Checkmate. What the hell did that mean?