Chapter 2: Jason's Legend
Date: Unknown
Time: Unknown
Location: Camp Crystal Lake, New Jersey
It was a dark and misty moonlit night across the Campsite on Crystal Lake, the cold white moonlit mists seeped through the trees and forested areas, as well as across the lake waters, almost like a sheet of snow. The winds also blew and whistled everywhere, even in the nearby graveyard: Eternal Peace Cemetery.
All the graves were undisturbed and quiet… all except one… The grave of Pamela Sue Voorhees, which had a large & 30" long, & sharp bladed Latin Machete engraved into the grave before the Tombstone, with a rotted and weathered piece of blue fabric attached to the handle…
Suddenly, Stomping footprints and clanking chains, could be heard nearby, along with snapping twigs & Branches, and were getting closer… and closer… before long, a near 7ft tall figure stood before Pamela's grave…
The figure was a man, wearing a rotted, weathered and Bloodified wardrobe, along with bullet and stab wounds, consisting of: A Dark Navy-Blue-ish Purple Thermal short sleeved T-Shirt, a Charcoal Grey almost Black sweatshirt, a Tan White Hockey masked Jersey with Crimson Red Trim, a Hunter Green leather Jacket, a Khaki Green Army Combat Jacket, Dark Brown Cargo work trousers, Muddy Brown & Black Steel Toe Platform work boots, leather Work gloves, Right hand Yellow Tan & Left hand Black, with shackles round his neck and wrists, with dangling broken chains… His head was a leathery morbid Grey-ish Green Colour, with vessels showing through his skin, & wisps and strands of grey dead hair, while his face was hidden behind an old 1980s Brown-ish Yellow Tan & White Ice hockey mask, with Bright Red arrow like chevrons on the forehead and cheeks, & Matching Bright Red leather belt like straps and rusty buckles, holding the mask onto his head, and over his face, while revealing a Blood red Bloodshot right eye that was half open, and a brown left eye, as he stood before the grave, looking down at it, and the machete, while scrunching his fists…
The man remembered from when he himself drowned in the lake as a young boy, from being tormented by all the other children, along with one camp counsellor, as all the other camp counsellors just ignored him and left him to die, as he called and cried for help, due to the fact he could not swim…
Sometime after he drowned and died… he found himself in a horrible place, he was surrounded by dead looking people, groaning, and screaming, with flying winged demons in the sky… as they all began closing in on him… He then woke up, to have found himself on the other side of the lake…
He spent most of his childhood in the woods of the lake, surviving on animals and vegetations, while trying to find his mother, who's grave he was standing before… But when he finally found his mother… She was fighting another counsellor, until that very counsellor grabbed a large machete, and beheaded his mother, as he watched in horror, seeing the only person who ever cared for him, get killed right before him…
After the counsellor escaped, he tended to his mother's headless and lifeless body, crying his eyes out over her death, until he heard her voice… her voice from the glowing blue and blood-soaked blade of the machete that was used in her murder… Her voice told him, to kill anyone who dares set foot on Crystal lake again…
Since then, as he grew into a man very quickly, he caused numerous rampages across the lake, whenever someone dared appear on its grounds, killing everyone he came across… after several massacres, deaths and resurrections over the years, he was eventually commanded by what looked and sounded like his mother to kill in another town, on a street even, only to discover it was… Him… the man who caused him to drown… the man responsible for his childhood death… now an undead demonic killer in his own form… Tricking him into doing his dirty work…
He and his killer soon battled in both his nightmares, as well as on the lake grounds, where he would emerge from the lake, as the winner…
Recently, he had been captured a few months back, for research… only for him to escape and kill everyone who captured him and tried to stop him…
As he continued to stare at his mother's grave, his engraved machete then glowed blue, matching his mother's sweater, as he heard her voice…
"Jason… Jason my special special boy… Don't worry sweetie, this is really mommy speaking… Mommy needs you to do something special and important… Freddy is trying to cause more trouble, you must stop him Jason… You must go to San Romero High School in California, Freddy is there… Once you find him, we can get more revenge on him Jason… You can also kill anyone who tries to stop you, but remember, Freddy is our main target… Kill him Jason… Kill for mommy… That's my good boy…" Pamela's voice echoed…
"Ki-Ki-Ki-Ki-Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma…" Jason replied in silent echoes, as Jason took hold of his possessed Machete, and pulled it out of his mother's grave, before turning and walking away on his new mission: Find and Kill Freddy… Again… As Jason disappeared into the lake mist...
FREDDY vs JASON: Lollipops and Chainsaws
TO BE CONTINUED…