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Brendant and Chaos.
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A pair of teens stood on the edge of the lake near the gas station near midnight, the gas station empty and closed.
"Are you sure he's down there?" the first, a boy named Rick, who was holding an old-fashioned hockey mask with a split on the upper left-hand corner, asked his girl companion named Alice.
"That's what I've heard." Alice said as she kicked a rock into the water.
"So, what are we doing out here?" Rick asked, and Alice said "We're going to see if he's down there."
"What?!" Rick yelled, and Alice nodded, adding "He's been down there for about a month supposedly, so he shouldn't be to rotted."
"I have a bad feeling about this." Rick said, but Alice looked him in the eye and said "Are you going to do this, or will I have to do it all alone while you wait up here?"
"Alright! Alright! You win!" Rick said as he set the hockey mask down on the bank and the two jumped in, swimming down.
They swam for a few moments before they saw a dark shape, and upon closer inspection, they saw it was Jason Voorhees, which caused Rick to garble "Holy shit!"
The two began swimming toward the top of the water, but Alice's foot got caught on something. She bubbled furiously as she tried to free herself, and eventually it let go. She swam for the surface but she felt a hand grab her foot and grip it hard. She got a look of panic as she realized she was running out of air and she couldn't last much longer, so she thrashed, kicked, and paniced until she felt herself dragged down lower until she felt a pair of powerful hands grab either side of her head, and begin pushing harder. And harder. And harder until her skull gave up and her head was smashed into red mush gripped by a pair of hands. The hands let go and the figure who owned them went up to the water.
On the shore of the lake, Rick stood, ringing his hands and asked himself "Where is she?" He watched the water, and saw a black spot appear on the water. He smiled as he watched it rise higher and higher until it surfaced, Rick's face twisted into a look of horror. It was Alice, her head smashed into a pulp and blood clouding the water.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" Rick yelled as he backed up until he bumped into a large, wet chest. His eyes travelled up until they reached the horribly twisted and rotted face of Jason Voorhees, looking down at him with his one good eye.
"Fuck!" Rick yelled as Jason grabbed for him, but Rick dove to the ground and rolled away, and began to ran as soon as he got onto his feet. Jason started to follow, but a white object on the shore caught his attention. He walked over, and picked it up. A hockey mask. He slipped it onto his face and walked the way Rick went.
Rick cursed as he ran, followed by Jason, who was amazingly catching up.
"I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" Rick yelled as he ran until he reached town. He ran down the road as Jason followed after him, silently, intently. Rick eventually stopped at a dead end in an alley, and saw as Jason stepped before him. Jason slowly made his way toward Rick, and stopped, looking down.
'What's he doing?' Rick thought to himself as he watched Jason bend down and pick something up.
An old, fire-scorched ax.
'Holy shit! I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm dead!' Rick yelled in his mind as Jason walked closer, and closer to Rick, raised the ax above his head, and swung down, slicing Rick in half, the two halves falling to the either side. Jason turned, ax in hand, and walked off from the sight.
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A pair of teens stood on the edge of the lake near the gas station near midnight, the gas station empty and closed.
"Are you sure he's down there?" the first, a boy named Rick, who was holding an old-fashioned hockey mask with a split on the upper left-hand corner, asked his girl companion named Alice.
"That's what I've heard." Alice said as she kicked a rock into the water.
"So, what are we doing out here?" Rick asked, and Alice said "We're going to see if he's down there."
"What?!" Rick yelled, and Alice nodded, adding "He's been down there for about a month supposedly, so he shouldn't be to rotted."
"I have a bad feeling about this." Rick said, but Alice looked him in the eye and said "Are you going to do this, or will I have to do it all alone while you wait up here?"
"Alright! Alright! You win!" Rick said as he set the hockey mask down on the bank and the two jumped in, swimming down.
They swam for a few moments before they saw a dark shape, and upon closer inspection, they saw it was Jason Voorhees, which caused Rick to garble "Holy shit!"
The two began swimming toward the top of the water, but Alice's foot got caught on something. She bubbled furiously as she tried to free herself, and eventually it let go. She swam for the surface but she felt a hand grab her foot and grip it hard. She got a look of panic as she realized she was running out of air and she couldn't last much longer, so she thrashed, kicked, and paniced until she felt herself dragged down lower until she felt a pair of powerful hands grab either side of her head, and begin pushing harder. And harder. And harder until her skull gave up and her head was smashed into red mush gripped by a pair of hands. The hands let go and the figure who owned them went up to the water.
On the shore of the lake, Rick stood, ringing his hands and asked himself "Where is she?" He watched the water, and saw a black spot appear on the water. He smiled as he watched it rise higher and higher until it surfaced, Rick's face twisted into a look of horror. It was Alice, her head smashed into a pulp and blood clouding the water.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" Rick yelled as he backed up until he bumped into a large, wet chest. His eyes travelled up until they reached the horribly twisted and rotted face of Jason Voorhees, looking down at him with his one good eye.
"Fuck!" Rick yelled as Jason grabbed for him, but Rick dove to the ground and rolled away, and began to ran as soon as he got onto his feet. Jason started to follow, but a white object on the shore caught his attention. He walked over, and picked it up. A hockey mask. He slipped it onto his face and walked the way Rick went.
Rick cursed as he ran, followed by Jason, who was amazingly catching up.
"I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" Rick yelled as he ran until he reached town. He ran down the road as Jason followed after him, silently, intently. Rick eventually stopped at a dead end in an alley, and saw as Jason stepped before him. Jason slowly made his way toward Rick, and stopped, looking down.
'What's he doing?' Rick thought to himself as he watched Jason bend down and pick something up.
An old, fire-scorched ax.
'Holy shit! I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm dead!' Rick yelled in his mind as Jason walked closer, and closer to Rick, raised the ax above his head, and swung down, slicing Rick in half, the two halves falling to the either side. Jason turned, ax in hand, and walked off from the sight.