After hearing that the police were not likely to show up anytime soon, the four friends had no idea what to do next. Any second, Jason would be trying to get in and they'd have to face him.
Suddenly they heard a thump outside the front door, followed by a strange noise that sounded like "ki-ki-ki ma-ma-ma." (A/N: If you've never seen a Friday movie, this is the sound that you hear when Jason is stalking someone).
"What was that?" Otto asked.
"I don't know…sounded like some kind of music." Twister said.
"Duh! I know that Twister, but where is it coming from?"
"I'm beginning to think that we're living in a horror movie." Sam said.
The noise came out of nowhere again: ki-ki-ki ma-ma-ma…
"This is really fuc…" Twister started, but a loud pounding at the door cut him off.
"HEY ROCKETDORK! OPEN UP! Mom wants my dork brother to come home and do his homework." A voice shouted from the other side of the door.
"We have to let him in before Jason gets him!" Reggie said.
Reluctantly, Otto went to the door and opened it to find Lars standing there. "Let me in before I whomp you, Rocketdork. Mom said I have to bring Twister home."
"There's a killer on the loose, Lars. You have to help us."
"What are you talking about, lame-o? What kind of crap are you dorks trying to pull off now?"
"It's true Lars" Reggie spoke from behind Otto.
Suddenly, the white of Jason's mask appeared out of nowhere behind Lars. The steel from his raised machete glinted from the streetlight. Otto yelped and jumped back, looking up just in time to see Lars being sliced in half.
The four stood there in shock and stared at the two halves of Lars's body on the ground. "Oh my God, he killed Lars!" Twister said.
"You bastard!" Otto shouted then slammed the door on Jason.
"I...I'm really sorry about Lars, Twister." Reggie sniffled.
"Yeah, it kinda stinks, but…NO MORE whompings!" Twister cheered.
A loud crack came from the door as Jason started pounding on it, trying to get in. Sam hid behind the couch and started blubbering "I'm too young to die!"
"Can it Squid! We're not going to die. Otto Rocket isn't scared of anything!" Otto said.
"Uh…Otto? If I'm not mistaken, you were the first one to bail at the beach. So get off of your damn ego trip and help us figure out WHAT TO DO!" Reggie yelled.
"Whatever, Reggie." Otto said smugly. Just then, Splintering noises thundered across the room and Jason's hand appeared through a large hole in the door. Otto screamed and ran toward the kitchen. Reggie, Twister and Sam followed.
"I thought you weren't scared of anything." Reggie mocked.
Otto ignored her comment and opened the small door in the corner of the kitchen. "Come on, let's hide in the basement. Maybe he'll think we went out the back door and leave."
"But if he finds us we'll be trapped. There's only one way out of the basement." Sam pointed out. A crash came from the other room as Jason finished knocking down the door.
"It's worth a try. At least maybe we can avoid him until the police show up." Reggie said, willing to do anything at this point.
"Yeah, but what are we going to do after he kills the police." Twister asked. "They always get knocked off in horror movies."
"This ISN'T a movie, Twister!" Reggie shouted irritably.
"Oh yeah? Then how do you explain that freaky music we heard earlier?"
Reggie rolled her eyes and sighed. "JUST GO!" She pushed Twister through the door. The four hurried down into the dark basement. Otto fumbled to switch on the single, bare bulb that provided the only source of light.
Sounds of crashing and banging came from above as Jason ripped his way through the house. "I don't think that this was a good idea. There's nowhere to run." Sam worried, a feeling of claustrophobia washing over him.
"Is there anything we can use as a weapon?" Reggie looked around the room. There was very little in the basement except for some furniture, a few boxes of Raymundo's 70's disco clothes and two old surfboards.
"There's nothing down here but worthless junk." Twister observed.
"Hey! My first surfboard is NOT junk!" Otto said.
"Whatever bro. It's not going to help much when that psycho goalie dude finds us."
"Maybe he won't find us." Sam hoped.
All of a sudden the knob turned on the basement door, causing the four friends to jump in terror. The sound of splintering wood followed as Jason began to kick his way through the locked door.
"Oh shit!" Twister said.
"We're all dead!" Sam whimpered.
"If you say that one more time I'm gonna kill you myself!" Otto yelled.
"Here, take this." Reggie tossed an old lamp to Twister.
"You want me to ask him if he wants this ugly lamp?" Twister looked confused.
"No you idiot, I want you hit him in the head with it!" Reggie said.
"Why do I have to do it?"
"Because any minute Otto and Sam are going to start bawling like babies, so I guess it's up to us to do something."
"I'm not going to start bawling!" Otto said defensively "I'm just bent that the world will never know what a great athlete I am. I'll never get to take the gold at the X-Games"
"See! You think we're going to die too!" Sam whined.
"Will you two just SHUT UP!" Reggie shouted.
Cracking sounds came from above as Jason knocked down what was left of the door. Heavy footsteps began to thump slowly down the stairs and the massive figure finally appeared before them.
Sam screamed and ducked behind the old couch in the corner of the room. Otto ran and tried to hide behind one of the surfboards. Twister and Reggie stood their ground bravely armed with two useless lamps.
Jason stood silently and stared at them as if trying to decide which one of them to finish off first. Suddenly, Reggie threw the lamp at him. It hit his mask with a thud, then fell to the floor and smashed. The blow did not even faze Jason.
He raised his machete and was about to strike out at Reggie, when a noise from across the room startled him. The surfboard next to the one where Otto was hiding fell over with a crash. Jason turned his attention away from Reggie and Twister and stomped off in that direction.
Twister threw his lamp at the back of Jason's head in a vain effort to stop him, but again the lamp was destroyed and Jason was unfazed.
"Well that was pointless." Reggie said.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Twister agreed.
Jason approached the surfboard and lifted it into the air to reveal Otto, pale as a ghost and shaking from head to toe. He flung the surfboard into the wall, causing it to splinter into several pieces. He stared at the frightened boy before him, who was barely as tall as his chest. With a one swift movement, he had Otto by the throat lifted high above his head. Otto tried to scream, but the noise was cut off and only chocking sounds came out.
Jason effortlessly threw Otto across the room where he smacked hard against the wall. Blood began to ooze from the back of his head, but he wasn't dead. He held on to consciousness long enough to see Jason moving towards him, machete raised.
On the other side of the room, Reggie started to scream hysterically. Twister stood frozen in terror, then the broken pieces of surfboard caught his eye. Some of them had split into jagged points. He quickly ran over and grabbed the sharpest one.
Jason was standing over Otto, about to thrust the machete through his chest when a voice behind him caused him to stop and turn around. "Hey lame-o!" Twister yelled.
"Take this!" Twister ran toward Jason, holding the broken surfboard like a spear. With all his strength he plunged it right thorough Jason's heart. The monster staggered backward, then wobbled and fell lifelessly to the floor with a loud thud. Shaken, Twister stared down at Jason's body, expecting him to get back up and slice him in half at any second.
"You killed him." Reggie said in disbelief.
Otto groaned and opened his eyes. "Am I dead?" He asked.
"No. Twister killed Jason! I can't believe it!" Reggie said.
"Quick thinking Twister!" Sam appeared from behind the couch, feeling that it was finally safe to come out.
"I swear I'll never call you an idiot or a moron again." Reggie said and gave Twister a hug.
"Well I couldn't let him kill my best bro." Twister blushed.
"Yeah, I'm sure he would have done that for you." Reggie said sarcastically.
"HEY! I would have!" Otto spoke up.
"Yeah, right. You were too scared to move Otto." Reggie laughed.
"I was NOT!"
Noises coming from above started them. "POLICE! Is anybody here?" Someone yelled from the kitchen.
"Down here!" Reggie called out.
Several police officers came running down the stairs. They stood in shock at Jason lying on the floor with a piece of surfboard sticking out from his chest. "You kids really were telling the truth. Is everyone ok?" One of them asked.
"Yeah, were fine. No thanks to you! Twister saved us." Reggie said angrily.
"Sorry about that. We had some other business to take care of."
"At the donut shop?" Reggie asked furiously.
The policeman lowered his eyes, but didn't respond. "We'll call someone to get the body out of here."
******
An hour later Jason's body was gone, the police had taken their statements, and informed Twister's parents about Lars's death. They were strangely calm about the whole matter.
"Well I'm glad that's over." Sam said. "No more scary movies for me."
"Is it really over?" Otto said mysteriously.
"What are you talking about?" Reggie asked.
"Well, according to legend, Jason never really dies. No matter what you do to him, he always gets up and comes back for more."
"Can it, Rocketboy." Reggie said.
"And you know what else?" Otto asked.
"I'm afraid to ask dude." Twister said.
"There's this guy from Illinois named Michael Myers. He went crazy as a kid and killed his whole family. They've tried to kill him several times, but he keeps coming back to kill again …always on Halloween. That's only two weeks away."
"CAN IT, ROCKETBOY!" Reggie, Twister and Sam shouted in unison.
The End
A/N: That was fun! And just in time for Halloween. R&R please!