DISCLAIMER: In order to maintain authenticity to character, some characters might have different viewpoints than my own, and use language or have actions I do not agree with. But if every character had my system of beliefs, there would be no legitimate character development and diversity. Any language one may find offensive, I apologize in advance. Those words I do not use, so please, keep this into consideration.


Chainsaw Slasher


"When and where did they find a chainsaw?"

Tasha had, of course, assumed Michael or Jason had magically conjured this mechanical weapon from somewhere unseen. She didn't have the foresight to understand that a chainsaw meant one of two things; Leatherface or Ash Williams. And I didn't hear anyone say "Groovy."

Through the smoke and fog, backlit by the dancing beams of light, I could see the massive silhouette of a man, the hair on his head slicked back similarly to the hair on Michael's mask only less matted. His cotton shirt was stretched so tight over his skin I was shocked it hadn't torn, but one of the teeny-tiny buttons near the V had popped. A ragged homespun apron was wrapped around his waist, and as he turned in our direction, one of the vibrant blue beams washed his face in a glow, revealing the fitted flesh mask, thick black stitching crossed his forehead and jawline. From this far back I could tell he had Platinum Dunes written all over him. A mix of irritation and fear wrapped around my stomach. Eyes locked on one another he revved the chainsaw, raising it above his head as he charged forward.

Another one already?

"Run!" I yelled, turning quickly on my heels to bolt around the nearest panel. Tasha didn't hesitate to follow, running along the other side of an obscure structure, nearly passing me as she did so. Heavy footsteps were nearly drowned out by the sound of the chainsaw whirring and hissing, the smell of gasoline quickly overpowered the scent of plastic. Vibrating techno music shook the floors, each time sending a wave of adrenaline through our bodies. By now we were completely turned around in the labyrinthian, neon hell, randomly rounding pillars and pushing past panels, desperate to lose the chainsaw slasher. Out of sight, his whereabouts a mystery to us, I felt the buzzing in my ears grow louder the closer we came towards a tight squeeze. Naturally my feet began to skid to a stop, but Tasha kept going. My ears hummed painfully with that buzzing.

He's behind there.

"Duck, Tasha duck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping my frenzied voice could carry over the noise. Doing just as I said Tasha fell to her knees when a sudden flurry of white hot sparks shot through the panel. Screaming metal swung from side to side above her, she wrapped her arms behind her head, protecting it from the raining sparks. The panel fell apart, and the whirring blade lifted. Fingers flexed, I reached my arms out for her, and pulled them back with urgency. Tasha flew backwards, her body effortlessly sliding my way across the floor, and as her back hit my shins I offered her my hands, helping her up.

"Later," Tasha wheezed, trying her best to catch her breath, "We're gonna talk about how cool that was."

"Yeah, if we're not on the dinner menu," I started running the other way, and with an angry bout of gibberish from ReFace - who I could have simply called Thomas - the chase began again. Where the fuck are Michael and Jason when we need them? They hadn't left, had they? Were they outside, waiting in or by the car? And how the hell did ReFace get his musty ass in here? "We gotta get out of here! Head to the front counter!"

Just as Tasha crossed the doorway into the "loading dock", the door swung shut, and I nearly slammed into it face first. Rough hands yanked at Tasha's hair, tugging her backwards and into the torso of ReJay. He wrapped his other arm around her neck, and even with her kicking and thrashing, clawing and biting, began to drag her away. I couldn't even throw the door open and follow; as I rammed my shoulder into it, ReMike appeared, effortlessly holding the door closed with a single hand. Letting out a furious howl I banged my hands gainst the glass until my palms began to sting.

"Tasha!" I only had a few seconds to scream for my sister before ReFace appeared, his chainsaw narrowly missing the top of my head as I threw myself to the floor, crawling quickly back up to my feet and sprinting away.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, my brain was in panic mode, throbbing, and I honestly thought I wasa about to hurl any second. My throat felt tight and my eyes were burning, watery and wide. They're gonna kill her. They're gonna fucking kill her and then they're gonna kill me. Any second the adrenaline was going to finish running its course and I'd slow down and I'd end up split in two. ReFace's footsteps shook the ground beneath my feet, nearly throwing off my balance. Unfortunately for me, the curled up body on the ground did. My weaker ankle gave out, tripping me up and sending me elbows first onto the floor. Loudly I grunted, the sound diminishing to a weak squeak as ReFace continued his charge towards me. Kicking my feet I crab walked backwards but he was too fast, thrusting his chainsaw in my direction.

Jason was faster, drilling his entire weight into ReFace from the side and sending the both of them onto the ground. Unprepared for the assault ReFace bellowed, dropping his beloved chainsaw. It skidded and spun across the floor, and I curled my legs up, scooching backwards as it came dangerously close to nicking my skin. Lucky for me it stopped an inch or two short. Holding ReFace down, Jason looked up at me.

Go. Now.

ReFace dug both of his feet into Jason's gut, kicking with brute force and sending Jason back up onto his feet, stumbling backwards straight into a panel and splintering the plastic, sending some flying through the air. ReFace slowly stood up, adjusting himself and rolling his shoulders as he looked around. Not wanting to stick around I hopped up, fight or flight urging me to run away. But I was at an impasse. I'd be cornered, and there was no way I could get past either of them safely. Chest heaving my eyes scanned for any possible escape, any crack I could squeeze by.

"Jason, I-I can't," I swallowed, "I can't get by…"

ReFace found his weapon, hunching over and picking it up. He probably would have finished me off if Jason hadn't stormed from behind. ReFace turned and swung his arm overhead, but Jason was ready, somehow dodging the swing and landing a wicked slash across ReFace's chest. Furious now ReFace swung again, but missed, allowing Jason a chance to run the blade of his machete between two ribs. With his left hand Jason squeezed ReFace's right forearm, holding back his arm and the chainsaw. But he was struggling. Both of their arms were shaking as they fought to overpower one another. Tilting his head Jason thrust the machete deeper, ReFace threw his head back and yowled (he sounded more pissed off than in pain if you ask me).

I have to do something, I thought, frantically watching the stalemate. If I could get the chainsaw away from ReFace, Jason could take better care of him without serious risk of damage. If he lost a limb I don't think even he - what, with his mysterious regenerative abilities - could recover anytime soon. My tiny bird arms wouldn't help physically, but if I could Carrie White that sucker right out from his hand, that could work. Only issue was, I didn't know how the hell I'd done it before. Not exactly, anyway.

"Come on Ash, you can do this," I encouraged myself through gritted teeth, "How hard can it be?" Muscles stiff I extended my arms, unfurling my fingers and trying to focus on the slowly rising chainsaw in ReFace's hand. Jason's boots began to slide back, ReFace's right arm slowly getting higher, Jason's left arm shaking faster. He was losing his grip and even with a machete deep in his side ReFace wasn't letting up that easily. Here goes nothing. I curled my fingers into fists and with all of my possible might pulled my arms down. At the same time, the chainsaw slipped from ReFace's fingers, its base hit the floor but the chains caught his boot. Quickly he pulled his leg away, hobbling backwards, the machete sliding out of him in one smooth motion. Blood bubbled up from his work boot, spilling onto the floor. Knowing damn well he would just try to pick it back up I bent my elbows, and with my red palms facing the ceiling I lifted my arms, hoisting the chainsaw up into the air. Higher and higher it went, and with one pissed off growl ReFace threw himself at me. With a shriek I threw my arms forward, throwing the chainsaw across the arena and landing it who knows where. As I was about to be pummeled into dust by the Hewitt Hillbilly Jason came between us, grabbing ReFace by the collar, redirecting him head first into the wall. Plaster cracked and ReFace howled in anger and pain, his hands reaching for his head immediately.

We're leaving now. Carelessly he wrapped his arm around my waist, far too tight, ambling away from the injured cannibal and half dragging, half carrying me with him.

"I can walk," I wheezed, digging my nails into his wrist, "You're holding on too tight." He ignored me, pressing onward and with great force kicked the door. I'd nearly forgotten ReMike was behind it until I heard the pained groan from beneath us as Jason walked over the fallen door, trampling ReMike who had pinned beneath it, "Tasha! They took Tasha," breathless, I struggled to slip from Jason's hold, "Jason they-" the words died on my lips, unable to continue when Jason and I stumbled upon a strange scene. Tasha was alright, still in one piece and the only visible damage I could see was a red mark on her cheek where someone had slapped or hit her. Instead of being held captive by ReJay (which I'd fully been anticipating had he not killed her), Michael was holding her wrists, subsequently keeping her in place beside him. ReJay was kneeling amongst the slowly disintegrating bodies, clearly trying to regain his balance and stand up. Jason slowed down, and released me, slowly tilting his head at the newest person in the room. Gun aimed at Michael, a stressful sweat dripping down his brow, my stepdad quickly shifted his eyes my way.

"Tom?!"


As if this weekend couldn't get any more stressful.

Tasha had never been a fan of horror, and even with the occasional (forced) viewing here and there with Ash back in middle and high school, she never cared to memorize titles or names. She only really knew Michael and Jason - although Freddy's name had rung a bell when Ash first mentioned him - from Halloween costumes and general pop culture knowledge. Sure, she occasionally mixed them up, but she couldn't remember which one had a chainsaw. And was this one a Remake? She had no idea.

Ash seemed certain they should run for their lives so Tasha was leaning towards Remake.

Tasha was confident they would get out of this jam. They'd been doing so well so far, and one little Remake… okay one big Remake...wouldn't stop them. Not now. Being the more athletic sibling it wasn't hard for Tasha to cross over and run in front of Ash, that way she could throw open the door and both of them could escape. It was just in reach and with all of her muscles she practically lept to it, opening it wide and turning to hold it open. From behind someone yanked on her hair, and she couldn't help but hiss in pain. An arm wrapped around her neck and from behind the door, ReMike emerged, quickly slamming it shut. Ash's eyes were frantic, she was banging and shouting on the other side, and Tasha could see the approaching chainsaw-wielder as she was carried away by ReJay, presumably.

"Let me go you limp-dicked -agh!" Tasha had started to curse but ReJay quickly tightened his grip, cutting off air flow and subsequently her words. Unphased by her clawing and squirming ReJay continued towards the locked set of doors at the entrance. If he was going to kill her, he would have done it by now, right? So where the fuck was he going? Not wanting to find out, Tasha lifted her knees as high as she could, holding them still with all the strength in her core before shooting them down straight onto one of ReJay's knees with enough momentum to trip him up. Surprised he released her enough to slide her head out from under his arm, and with his fingers still wrapped into her air she turned to face him, driving her knee up into his crotch. ReJay hunched, and did release her ponytail long enough for her to run a few steps, but he recovered too quickly for her to get far. Tackling her to the ground, Tasha only had a moment before he drove his fist into her face.

Hot pain swarmed her left cheek, her head hitting the floor again and stars danced in her vision. Groaning, she curled up on the floor, thinking to herself I might throw up. I think I'm gonna throw up. Clearly ReJay hadn't used his ful capabilities on her; otherwise she'd be dead. Still, it hurt like hell, and as her head swam she watched through unfocused eyes as ReJay approached the main two doors. He pushed at them, and when they didn't budge he kicked them again and again. Even with all of his might, he couldn't break them down. Unable to help herself, Tasha started to laugh, and with fury in his eyes ReJay snapped his head downward. As if to ask her what was so damn funny?

"Y-You can't kick that one open, dipshit. You need the key. And my sister has the key," Tasha grinned at him with snide satisfaction, "You know, the one you locked in there with a chainsaw wielding maniac." ReJay looked at the crash bar handles, and angrily shoved at them, "What part of you need the key do you not understand?" Head rolling back in agitation, ReJay approached Tasha with thunderous footsteps. Heart leaping up her throat she tried to crawl away but he was too quick, clutching the collar of her shirt and lifting her up off of the ground. Eyes ablaze he shoved her back into the counter, and yanking a machete from a homemade sheath he pointed at the counter with it. Tasha looked over her shoulder, then back at him. Immediately she understood, and huffing she wobbled behind, and crouched down.

"There might not even be a spare!" She called out, but her hands continued sifting through the mess Ash (and Jason) had left. Papers, folders, wristbands and cash were scattered about, the register still crooked and half open. Even from down here she could hear the angry, labored breathing coming from the onlooker. He was impatient. She could only stall for so long, and stalling could lead to injury. Or worse. Luck was on her side today though. Yes today she'd avoided getting sliced in half, and from underneath the register her fingers pulled out a second L shaped metal key.

Bingo.

"I found it," slowly she held her hand up in the air, the key between two fingers, "I can unlock the door." Upright, she paused, awaiting some sort of confirmation that this would be alright. ReJay motioned for her to 'come over', and with great hesitation, she complied. With his leg he nudged her to walk in front of him, and Tasha shivered when she felt something sharp on the small of her back, "That's...really not necessary." The tip of the machete bit harder, and she shut her mouth. Careful, not wanting to make any sudden movements, Tasha began to unlock the door. The bar handle pushed in, and with a tiny click of the key it popped open. Leaning forward, ReJay tested the door with his free hand. Tasha imagined he was satisfied when the door swung completely open. Now they could go.

Sweating slightly, Tasha felt her heart begin to drum inside her chest, her legs felt shaky. Where was he taking her? She could try running, she could easily create enough distance in a matter of seconds. This Jason seemed like he could catch up quickly, though. And he was clearly the woodsman/survivalist type. His aim must be good.

Tasha was suddenly turned around, ReJay holding her tight in front of him like a human shield, letting the door swing shut behind them. Never had she been so happy to see Michael Myers. An ever threatening presence, the Shape leered down at ReJay, who was locked in a staring contest with him. Machete in hand, ReJay bounced the blade up and down gently, almost taunting Michael to try him. But even she could sense he was a little nervous. Michael's presence alone was terrifying. And he had grown taller. She fuckin' knew it. Clearly, he was going to destroy ReJay.

Once again, Tasha was having a very lucky day.

Michael took a single step forward, and ReJay backed away, not breaking his concentration and keeping a careful eye on the Shape, who was circling them both. Only Tasha noticed the door opening, but she wasn't able to warn either man before a shot rang through the air. ReJay stumbled, releasing Tasha who Michael quickly seized by the wrists with a single hand, and pulling her to the side. Blood was trickling down ReJay's leg, and he kneeled down for a moment, inspecting his calf.

"Put the weapons down, let the girl go and put your hands where I can see them."

Guess the cops came after all, Tasha thought, her relief quickly souring to anxiety when she realized it wasn't just any ole' pigs here. It was Tom. Like a fish out of water her mouth opened and closed. What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to say anything? Michael's hand squeezed harder, she winced.

"I said let the girl go,"Tom was pointing the gun at Michael, "Now!"

"Tom," surprised to hear her speak up so confidently, Tom nearly broke his gaze, twitching only for a moment, "You should be pointing your gun at the guy on the floor. Not this one." Brows furrowing, Tom shook off her warning, keeping the gun trained on Michael. Meanwhile ReJay was digging at his calf.

"Put your hands where I can see them!" Tom repeated himself, but ReJay ignored him. Shifting his eyes from Michael to ReJay, Tom began to sweat. He had no idea which one he should point at. Obviously the hostage situation seemed a bit more important, but as far as Tom knew, the other guy was grabbing a gun, "Hands. Now." ReJay ignored him still, fingers grasping at the wound in his flesh, digging around looking for a bullet. He succeeded, and as he pulled the source of his injury out of his leg, Tom shot him not once, but twice, right in the back. Of course, ReJay merely hunched over, kneeling still as if he were a bit dizzy and nothing more.

"Tom you need to leave, now!" Tasha instructed, but the on edge cop persisted, re-training his gun on Michael, who was entirely unphased.

"Like hell I'm leavin'."

"I'm serious, you have no idea what's happening here." How on Earth was she going to deescalate the situation? Sure, Michael would be fine with a few bullet holes in him, but Tom? He'd be a dead man if he pissed the Shape off. A loud thud came from the "loading dock", and like a sign from the Universe herself, Jason came thundering out, Ash being dragged alongside him, saying something Tasha didn't quite catch. The pair stopped, Jason dropped her sister and tilted his head. Ash bent over, hands on her thighs and with an exasperated inhale she took in the scene before her. That's when she noticed Tom.

"Tom?!" Ash practically whined, sounding both annoyed and exhausted. Adding yet another person to this mess was another plate she'd have to balance and Ash was near ready to drop all the plates and let them shatter to the floor, "Oh my God how do the TV shows and movies make this secret shit look so easy? Tom," Ash pressed her palms together, nervously looking from Jason to ReJay to Michael, "For the love of God please go. You don't need to go far, you don't need to go home, but you cannot stay here. It is too dangerous. I promise I will explain everything later but you cannot stay."

"Explain? What do you mean you'll explain?" Tom was shouting now, "There're dead bodies all over the place, you lied to us about your whereabouts, and you were dragged in here by some masked freak. I don't give a shit what's going on, I knew you two were in trouble and I'm here to help. You two hockey players can just stay where you are, or I'll shoot," Tom waved his gun between Jason and ReJay, before pointing it back at Michael, "And you. Get your hands off of my step-daughter." Michael was burning holes through Tom's skull with his eyes, and Tom was all too ready to fire. Ash looked to Jason for reassurance, Jason was all too eager to keep ReJay at bay, and with a cautious glance to the tiny room where ReMike laid, she approached Michael. Parental panic flushed in Tom's face, "Ash stay back."

"Michael," Ash ignored him, instead focusing her gaze on the Shape, still clutching Tasha tightly, "Can you let her go? Please?" Michael was too busy sizing up Tom, but he had clearly heard her. If he let go of Tasha, Tom would certainly start shooting. Or, if he didn't get trigger happy, he'd try to make the girls leave. Michael wasn't a fan of either option, "We can get this all sorted out but you need to let her go."

To Tom's (and frankly, Tasha's) surprise Michael listened, releasing Tasha's wrists and allowing her to step aside.

"Thanks," Tasha addressed the Shape, rubbing her wrists, "So we got ReJay over there, ReMike out cold over there. Where's chainsaw boy?"

"Presumably still looking for his chainsaw. And I don't think I want to be around when he finds it. Or when ReMike wakes up. You guys got what we came here for, can we leave?" Ash asked Michael first, and tossed a glance Jason's way. Tasha looked over at Tom. The poor man was bug eyed and sweating, desperately trying to make sense of what was transpiring. To make matters worse, her ears pricked up when she heard the faint sound of an engine. Ash had heard it too.

"Tom. Please, go!" Ash yelled over to him through clenched teeth, but the stubborn man shook his head.

"Not without you two."

"We can't leave without them," Ash motioned to Michael and Jason, "And again I can explain but first you need to go!" Tom shook his head, but looked away before he could argue anymore. Chainsaw in his hands the flesh wearing killer came flying in like a bat out of hell. Massive arms swinging the weapon as he beelined for Tom. Tom wasted no time shooting at the monster of a man, each bullet barely slowing down the brute for even a second. With each failed attempt to hold off the man Tom's arms started to shake and he froze up. Tasha braced for horrified impact when the killer suddenly stopped. Chainsaw mere inches from the top of Tom's head, eager to split the man down the middle. Letting out grunts of frustrations the killer desperately tried to move his frozen limbs, but was unsuccessful. Tom's jaw fell to the floor and with all the grace of a newborn fawn he stepped aside, nearly tripping over his own jello legs. Back to the wall, Tom caught his breath, slowly turning to look at Ash. Like some statue she posed with her palms flat against the air, her arms aimed at the man who'd nearly split him in two. Tasha could see the shock written on his face, he was thinking did Ash do that?

"Guys…" Ash grimaced, her arms outstretched and shaking with how tense her muscles were, "A little….assistance….please?" Michael gladly took up this plea, rolling his neck and shoulders as he approached. Tom shuffled even further back. Tearing the chainsaw from the meaty hands that desperately clung to it, Michael inspected it, before drilling it straight into the killer's gut. Blood sprayed across Michael's torso, hitting his chest and the neck of his mask, and Tasha could see blood dribbling down the thick fleshy chin of the chainsaw slasher. Michael tilted his head as the man gurgled and wailed, yanking the saw out before tossing it aside. Ash relaxed, nearly falling over as her shaking limbs gave out. Tasha caught her, hoisting her upright and keeping her standing.

Falling to his knees the chainsaw slasher moaned, loudly, and with a single strike of his fist Michael knocked him unconscious.

"There's no way he's gonna survive that, right?" Tasha asked. All it took was the blank stares of not just Jason and Michael, but ReJay as well, to answer that question, "What do we do now?" Michael looked across the way and pointed to ReJay, then motioned for Jason to move. Understanding, Jason grabbed ReJay by the back of the neck, pinning his functional arm behind his back. Forcing ReJay to cross the room Jason threw him inside the "loading dock", Michael quickly dragging the unconscious killer across the floor and pushing him inside as well. All three stored away, Jason slammed the door shut, pressing his back to it to keep it in place. Surprisingly, ReJay did not attempt to bust it down. He was smarter than that.

"Nice, we can lock em' in," Ash sighed, pointing to the disintegrating body of one of the two teens, "Tasha grab their keys, one probably locks that door." Obliging Tasha quickly ran to one. The keys were still fully corporeal.

"Is it just me or are these ones taking longer to disappear?" Tasha called out as she picked up the key ring, shifting through them as she approached the door. Jason stepped aside, but kept a hand on the door (just in case). It took a couple tries but she found the right key, and with a click of the lock, tossed them to the floor.

Chaos subsiding, the girls took a moment to catch their breath, letting the adrenaline seep out of their systems. Both had seemingly forgotten that Tom was ever present, back to the wall and shell-shocked.

"So, uh," Ash stood upright, limping towards the door a little, "We can go now, I guess. Right?" Ash looked to Michael for reassurance. He nodded. "Tasha," turning to her sister, Ash continued, "I'll ride with Tom, you ride with Michael and Jason?"

"I don't know if I should drive," Tasha winced, gingerly touching the back of her head, "I hit my head pretty hard earlier. And I'm already feeling a little woozy." Michael approached, his hands moving before he held them out to Tasha. Reluctantly, she pulled her car keys from her back pocket, placing them in his hand, "Michael says he can drive. He's fine with you going with Tom."

"Hold up! Wait a minute!" Breaking from his trance Tom waved his hands, and shook his head, "I am not alright with this! You're not gettin' in a car with these strangers. I don't approve!" Ash limped closer to him.

"You don't get to," Ash lowered her voice, grabbing his free hand and squeezing it. With a look of desperation she added, "None of us get to. We just need to do what they say. Please. I will explain in the car." It was silent between them, Tom clenching his jaw as his hand fiddled with his gun. He could try taking out these two now that the others were locked up. But Ash looked deadly serious. Hesitantly, he put his gun away, avoiding the angry stares from the costumed men, and growled.

"We're going now."