The men slowly entered the house, all the while Andy was still looking for beers. Spike directed Drake into the dinning room, Sam and Harry into the living room, and Jacob and himself up the stairs.
"Freeze!" Harry yelled at Andy, who walked through the doorway with two beers. He dropped them as he raised his hands in the air. Drake came up behind him. He took Andy's wallet, and looked at his ID.
"So, Andy, what are you doing up here." Drake asked him.
"Maybe vacationing?" Harry said, jokingly. "Give him a break, he's a kid trying to have a good time. He's not dead, and we are going to keep him like that. So lower your HK from his ear." Drake slowly brought it down.
"Sorry kid." Drake said. Andy slowly walked into the corner.
"Okay, what's going on?" Andy asked.
***
Jacob and Spike saw the body hang on the shower head. The men walked into the bedroom, justing hearing the scream of death, as the cold steel of the scissors went into Jessica's head.
"No!" Spike yelled, and opened fire. Jacob cried out, and shot at Jason, as well. When he dropped, the men ran downstairs.
"Any survivors?" Harry asked. Jacob shook his head.
"Did you kill Jason?" Drake asked.
"With our past experience, no." Jacob answered. And sure enough, Jason walked down the stairs. Everyone stepped into the kitchen. Jason stopped as he stood. His clothes were shreaded with bullets, his mask was torn up, as well. He cocked his head, and took a step, but Sam raised his sniper rifle, and shot a gaint hole into Jason's forehead. He flew back onto the couch. His body went limp.
"Is he dead?" Andy asked. Sam walked up to his body and looked at him, and turned around. A gaint smile was on his face.
"Boys, our mission is over. The big bad boogeyman is dead!" Sam said, raising his arms.
"What! Walberg isn't going to be happy." Drake said. Sam lowered his arms.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"My additional mission was to stop you from killing Jason, and now...well, I don't know now." Drake said. The soldiers backed away from Drake. "What? What's the matter with you! That man won't die. Imagine the medical breakthroughs!"
"Imagine if his DNA was covered in evil! Then what! Have a thousand unstoppable killing machines running the streets! I don't think so!" Spike yelled. No one noticed, but Jason raised his head. He stood grabbed Sam's chest, and pulled.
"No!" Sam yelled. But it was too late, Sam was ripped in two. Drake jaw fell. Jason walked up to Spike, grabbed him by the neck, and pushed him against the wall. Harry and Jacob tried to get his grip lose, but he knocked them away. Drake then ran outside.
"Coward!" Harry yelled, and raised the uzies and shot at Jason face. It tore up the left side of his hockey mask. Drake ran in, with an axe. He ran up to Jason, who looked at him, and so did Spike, who was barely alive. He lifted the axe above his head, and brought it down on Jason's arm, cutting it off. He stepped back, running into the wall, holding the bloody stump. Spike ripped the hand off of his neck. Jason looked at Drake, who raised the axe but Jason caught it before it landed on his face and threw him against the wall. In his hand was the axe, he turned it and walked over to Drake, and lifted the axe up.
Spike, Harry, and Jacob all pulled their triggers, unleashed mass amounts of bullets onto Jason. They didn't stop until their guns went click. His mask was shot off, showing a hideous, shot up face. His chest, legs, arms, and hands were shot up. Jason dropped the axe, and it landed on Drake's foot. He let out a painful scream. Andy still stood in shock in the corner.
Harry ran over and took the axe out of his foot, and carried him out. Spike walked over to Andy.
"Come on, we need leave this house." Spike said. Andy nodded, and walked out.
The men went back to the base. Harry layed Drake on the bunk.
"Why did you kill him, he's worth so much!" Drake yelled.
"Hey! Calm down, buddy, we just saved your life back there." Jacob yelled back. Harry walked over to the computer, Jason wasn't dead, but coming towards the base.
"We are going to have some company pretty soon." Harry said.
"Let him come. We have bigger weapons." Spike said. He took his flamethrower and readied it. He threw Harry his gernade launcher. "The only way we can kill him is with sending him back to wher he died first." They both looked at the lake. "Drake can you stay here?"
"I'm fine, but kid. Help these guys out, take the shotgun. You cock on this thing, and pull this thing." Drake said.
"I know how to fire a gun." Andy said, and cocked the shotgun.
"Jacob, take the FN P90, and the chainsaw." Spike said. "The P90's stronger, and you can use the HK, okay Drake?" He waved his arm. " Ok, don't die on us, Drake."
The men ran over to the lake. They stood by the dock, waiting for Jason.
Out from the woods, Jason, full of bullet holes, stepped out of the woods, with his battered hockey mask, taped to his face. He slowly stepped towards the men.
"When he gets close, I'm going to light him, then jacob shoot him with the P90, herd him onto the dock, then Harry let him have it. Ready, NOW!"

To Be Continued...