AUTHOR'S NOTE: Happy Friday the 13th, everyone. To celebrate, let's finally update MAX and give another of the kings of slashers some more time in the spotlight with a wonderful little gore fest courtesy of Writer of the Storm, whose timing could not have been any more perfect, as you can see. I do apologize that it's been one of the slowest one of these to get new content, especially with it being quiet after the whole Remnant-2 takeover I wrote, but rest assured, we do have quite a lot planned here.
DISCLAIMER: I own absolutely none of the properties you will see here. All rights go to their respective owners.
Infinity Verse MAX
Jason Voorhees: Welcome Home
He drowned in all our sins
He drowned in our mistakes
Fueled by the flood, we pay in blood the curse of Crystal Lake
He's down there deep within
We've found there's no escape
You just scratched the surface of the curse of Crystal Lake
Spencer put his acoustic guitar down after he finished the song while his friends around the campfire applauded the tune. The only exception was Dee, who rolled her eyes at what her horror-addicted friend had chosen to sing. This was because of the woods she and the others found themselves in. For spring break that year, Spencer and his friends had decided that they would go camping in the woods near the remains of Camp Crystal Lake. The group hired a guide for the week by the name of Ari to show them the places that were not on the tourist maps. Spencer and his circle of friends were always fascinated by the great killers of the past. This included slayers such as Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, and the man whose former territory they were currently in. The hockey-masked killer known as Jason Voorhees. Jason may not have been the first serial killer, but he certainly had the largest body count among his sadistic peers.
"Don't you think that song's a bit in bad taste, Spencer?" Dee pointed out. "A lot of people died here."
"I know, isn't it awesome?" JD responded.
This solicited an annoyed frown from Dee.
"Oh, come on, Dee," JD went on. "It's just a song. Besides, it's not like we knew any of those people Jason gutted. Not like Jason is around here to hear the tune either."
"Yeah, Jason hasn't been seen since 2003," JD's girlfriend, Jamie, added. "And that was way over in Ohio. In some other town."
That much was true. While Jason was said to have haunted the woods around Crystal Lake, rumor has it that the last time he was sighted, it was in the town of Springwood. In the home of another infamous slasher, Freddy Krueger. Some even claimed that Freddy himself, who had long been rumored to be somehow killing kids from beyond the grave, manipulated Jason to leave Crystal Lake and go to Springwood to kill in his name. After going on a murderous rampage in the small town, it was said that Jason was sent back to his home at Camp Crystal Lake. Here he supposedly fought Freddy in a bloody battle that led to both killers dying. However, neither body was ever found.
"Wouldn't it be crazy if we did see Jason, though?" Patrick mentioned to his friends.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you saw him in person," Dan retorted.
"Whatever," Patrick responded dismissively.
"So, Ari," Ricky began as he opened another bottle of beer, "have you seen any trace of Jason lately?"
"Not a signal sight of him," their guide replied.
"How far are we from the actual campsite?" Spencer asked.
"Not far," Ari assured. "We should be there by early next morning."
"What about the rangers?" Ricky's girlfriend, Danielle, asked.
"They shouldn't be a problem," their guide replied. "Usually, they stick to the eastern parts of the woods. The camp freaks them out."
"Good, because I'd hate to have wasted that three-hundred bucks I spent for you to get us in the camp in the first place," Spencer commented.
"Relax, we'll be fine," Ari assured. "No one would be caught dead out he-"
Ari's words were suddenly cut off when the blade of a machete ripped through the back of his head before erupting out between his eyes. The group of college kids let out a collective scream as the body of their guide twitched on the blade. Then the owner of the machete put his boot on the back of Ari's now lifeless body. This helped him pull his blade from the corpse, allowing it to fall and reveal the killer to the campers: Jason Voorhees.
And then, everyone in the group screamed their last screams.
"Tragic news today as the bodies of seven individuals were discovered in the woods near the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. A place with a violent 40-year history. While the local police have said that they have no suspects, at the moment, many already had their suspicions. They claim that Camp Crystal Lake's most dangerous resident, Jason Voorhees, has finally returned after so many years."
The man watching the news switched off the small TV in his office. He did not need to see more, for he already knew that the darkest plague of Crystal Lake had returned. His name was Tommy Jarvis, and he and Jason's paths were seemingly forever tied together.
This was because Tommy had crossed paths with Jason twice before. The first time was when he was just a twelve-year-old boy living blissfully in a realm of monster movies and the masks he would make in his room. But one fateful night, Jason destroyed his childhood by murdering his mother. Tommy and his older sister killed Jason with his own machete. Or so it seemed.
But this was not the end of the story between these two rivals. Far from it, in fact. Tommy seemed destined to be forever tormented by his past with the undead killer. This included an encounter with a mad paramedic who took on Jason's mantle to go on his own killing spree for the murder of his son. Looking for closure, Tommy's search for such led him to again encounter Jason when he was a young adult.
To try and come to peace with it all, Tommy faced Jason one last time. So, one stormy night, he drove with a friend back to Crystal Lake to dig up the body of his old adversary and see his corpse one final time. He planned to set it ablaze and hopefully put his never-ending nightmares to rest. But his quest for closure only reawakened the nightmare. A freak lightning bolt struck the iron rod that the young man had plunged into Jason's corpse, somehow reviving him and allowing the now unkillable monster to go on an immortal rampage. Once again, the man stopped his enemy. This time he did so by chaining him to a heavy stone and plunging him into the depths of Crystal Lake.
However, this would still not be the end of the Crystal Lake killer. Shortly after Tommy had thought he had finally put an end to the monster's rampage, Jason rose from the lake once more and began a new reign of terror. One that was said to have been stopped by a young girl rumored to possess strange abilities. Sadly, however, this did not keep Jason from coming back again.
Jason had somehow made his way to Manhattan, where he laid siege to the city that never sleeps until he was finally drowned in a sea of toxic waste. Somehow his remains were buried back in Crystal Lake yet again. After that attack in New York, Jason seemed to remain dead this time, but that false hope ended in 2003 when Jason began his killing spree again. Reportedly, it happened in another state, this time in the sleepy little town of Springwood, Ohio, which had its own bloodstained past as well.
Every time Jason would rear his undead head out of that damned lake, Tommy would instantly drop whatever he was doing and head out to face his long-time foe. Before he could, though, Tommy would find out that Voorhees had either vanished or had been supposedly destroyed, only to rise again sometime shortly thereafter. Now, it looked as though Jason was back again, and Tommy Jarvis would not sit and wait for the truth to fully come to light. He did not want to miss his chance to face the monster of Crystal Lake once again. For some reason, deep down, Tommy truly felt in his heart that only he could stop Jason. He felt no one else could because they did not possess the intestinal fortitude required to put Jason Voorhees down.
To Tommy, the task fell squarely on his shoulders. He was more than willing to carry this burden until maybe, just maybe, Jason was finally gone for good. With that in mind, Tommy Jarvis got on the laptop in his office to research the area around Crystal Lake and what the most recent activity there was. Once he got his answers, Tommy picked up the landline phone on his desk and made a call.
"Hello, this is McFist Industries. How may I help you?"
"This is Jarvis Security. I'm calling about a potential job around your Crystal Lake construction site."
Several workers stood by, watching as the bulldozer operator, Joey Singer, drove his bulldozer forth. He did not stop until the pale of the large construction vehicle smashed through an already half-destroyed and rotted cabin that Joey had been instructed to demolish. The bulldozer continued to go forward until it was smack in the middle of the heap, crushing all debris underneath its treads.
"Alright, Joey! Way to go!" Al "Hoss" Patterson, the foreman, called out loudly on his megaphone. "The rest of you not working, get back to work! Now!"
What onlookers had been watching the demolition turned and fell back into their ranks among the other construction workers still doing their assigned tasks. The only onlooker who kept his sights on the bulldozer was Tommy Jarvis. He watched from a distance within an office trailer, one of a few in the area. From where he stood, Tommy was able to see the campsite he had gotten familiar with a while ago. It was Camp Crystal Lake. The very spot Tommy had run through desperately to try and finally put Jason Voorhees to rest for good, vain as the effort ended up being. Tommy remembered that set of events very well and everything that led up to it. Once again, someone had gotten the brilliant idea of reopening the camp, not worrying about the wrath it would invoke in the undead slasher of Crystal Lake.
Despite seeing that the camp was now being torn away from existence, Tommy still shook his head softly in quiet dismay and frustration. Camp Crystal Lake may have been on its way out, but that was only to make way for a project on an even grander scale. One that Tommy knew could potentially lead more lambs to the slaughter. Some bigshot company CEO by the name of Hannibal McFist had, through his company, McFist Industries, bought the land upon which Camp Crystal Lake stood. His grand plan, however, was to get rid of the old, rotting cabins and other structures of the children's camp and put up something entirely new. A summer resort where people could come and leave their cares behind for all sorts of fun in the sun. Of course, this would all ignore that this brand new resort of summer fun was built atop grounds that saw so many tragedies, from drownings to grisly murders.
Still, the resort seemed inevitable despite the most recent murders in the woods nearby. Murders which many, including Tommy Jarvis, believed to be the work of a returned Jason. Tommy, when he found out about this little project of McFist Industries, wanted so much to try and stop it from coming to fruition. He wanted to warn whoever he hoped would listen and tell them this area should just be abandoned completely. But Tommy knew better by now that no one would ever listen to his warnings or others they would get from someone else. They would never learn from the mistakes and sins of the past.
'No one ever does,' Tommy thought to himself.
So, rather than try to convince the head of McFist Industries that this was a bad idea, Tommy had done the next best thing. He offered the services of his security company Tommy had formed a long while back. The offer came at a reduced price, too. Namely that Tommy himself would work free and pay the security team he brought with him out of his own pocket. McFist was skeptical at first, for he knew already who Tommy Jarvis was. He suspected that Tommy would just try to talk him out of it or sabotage the construction of the summer resort, but Tommy assured him that was not the case. He basically sold Hannibal on the fact that he accepted that the resort was inevitable and the least he could do was try to keep everyone involved as safe as possible. So, despite already having his own security forces, Hannibal agreed to take Tommy on and even put him in charge of security overall. The business tycoon figured it was a good investment having someone who knew the area well and did battle with its resident serial killer on staff. Just in case the rumors were true, and Jason Voorhees really had returned to Crystal Lake.
Tommy came out with his security force and set up base in one of the office trailers McFist Industries supplied. Since then, they had been on the lookout for Jason and any other security mishaps. Voorhees was Tommy's primary concern, though, since arriving on the scene three days ago. Thus far, nothing of significance had occurred. Not in terms of a threat to the security of those working on the demolition of Camp Crystal Lake. There had been no freak accidents or construction workers going missing. Nor were there even any teenagers looking for a thrill trying to sneak around other areas of the lake and woods. The demolition was going ahead as intended. All seemed calm and still in the forest around the lake and on the body of water itself.
Tommy knew better, though. He knew Jason was out there somewhere. He could feel it deep in his bones. His heart. His very soul. Tommy wanted so much to just go out there, find Jason, and take him on himself. Although he would not do so because he knew it was best not to try and face Jason alone. It was smarter to stick close to a collective of armed and capable people. Together they stood a better chance than being alone against Jason. There was safety in numbers, after all. Supposedly at least.
As thoughts of Jason Voorhees ran through his head, Tommy walked away from the window that gave him a good view of the west side of the camp that was being demolished. He moved over to the window that gave him a decent view of the lake itself that the area was named after. Doing so sparked more memories of how Tommy lured Jason into the lake and managed to tie him to a rock via a chain around his neck. Tommy had nearly lost his life when Jason tried to drag him down with him. It was only through quick thinking that Tommy was barely able to save himself. That and with the assistance of Megan Garris. She was the daughter of Sheriff Mike Garris, who lost his life that night. She helped him save the kids at the camp from Jason, then dragged Tommy out of the water and revived him. But on that thought came another sore point, that being how, at one point, Megan and Tommy felt a romantic connection together. They tried to make it work, and Tommy had prayed that Jason was done for good. But Jason's constant resurrections and Tommy's obsessive need to get involved and try to stop the Crystal Lake killer eventually drove Megan away.
At that sore memory, Tommy stepped away from the window and ended up over where several chairs were set up in front of a large table filled with various video monitors. They showed fees from security cameras set up in trees and on stands all around, on drones flying about, and on the security guards patrolling the area. Or at least on the guards working directly under Tommy himself since those working for McFist Industries refused to wear bodycams.
Rather than think about the annoying difficulties that came with working for McFist Industries, Tommy just scanned the monitors, looking for any possible signs of trouble. Particularly the Jason Voorhees variety. Yet, at first glance, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. The automated cameras were scanning the area fine, and those on his security guards were never stationary. They kept moving through the wilderness and occasionally showed the McFist guards with Tommy's own hired team.
It all seemed to be going just fine. At least until Tommy noticed that one of the cameras was blank, having gone offline. Seeing this, Tommy instantly started to worry. However, Tommy controlled himself enough to look through a folder with records that revealed the particular camera that went offline was attached to a drone. So, there was no loss of life, and there were plenty of explanations for why the camera died. Perhaps the drone itself malfunctioned or hit something or something hit it like a bird or tree branch. At the same time, though, Tommy could not let himself fully relax as he grabbed a walkie-talkie off the table.
"This is the nest calling all pigeons," Tommy said into the communication device. "I repeat, this is the nest calling all pigeons. Report in."
All ten of Tommy's security leaders reported in and were thus accounted for.
"We got a camera down," Tommy went on. "Drone camera 10 specifically. Anybody got a visual on it?
"Uh, roger that, Nest Mother. This is Pigeon 6 reporting in," came the voice of Joe Graham, one of Tommy's security team. "My flock and I just saw it go down and are approaching it now. Gonna try to see what happened."
"Got any ideas?" Tommy asked while trying to hide the worry in his voice.
"Other than a possible malfunction, that's a big ol' negative, Nest Mother," Joe reported. "But, like I said, we're gonna take a look, boss. If we think there's something screw going on, we'll let you know."
Tommy felt a bit hesitant, for his nerves kept forming dark thoughts in the back of his mind. He could not help but assume the worst, especially given where they were and Tommy's personal history with the area and the killer who stalks it. Still, Tommy did not want to give himself away as the paranoid basket case he was. Thus Tommy Jarvis took a deep breath before responding to Joe.
"Copy that, Pigeon 6," Tommy said. "I'll be waiting to hear from you. Over and out."
Instantly Tommy went into the drawer of his desk and pulled out a bottle of his anti-psychotics prescribed to him. He knew that if a showdown with Jason was truly on the horizon, Tommy would need to be in the best condition he could be, physically and mentally. So, after washing down the pills with a bottle of water, Tommy once more looked out towards the lake before turning to a window that gave him a view of the woods. There he stood for a good bit, staring stoically as if waiting for something he knew deep down was on the horizon.
"Come and get me, maggot head."
"I still can't believe we have to take orders from this fucking clown," John Hodder let out.
"Why are you being such an asshole, John?" Ralph Gorney asked.
"Because we were doing just fine without these Jarvis Pigeons of whatever coming in!" John said. "Then, oh, wait, the boss decides to hire them anyway because their head pigeon watched Hockey Face kill his mommy as a kid, and it fucked him up for life! Big fucking deal! I don't see why that qualifies them to be out here with u-"
John was suddenly cut off when Joe Graham spun around and grabbed his throat. Just as fast, Joe grabbed a hold of one wrist, reached John's captured arm around his back, and grabbed his other wrist. Then Joe used his strength to force John onto his knees. All of this happened in the blink of an eye and made the other three with them, Ralph Gorney, Steve Lehman, and Kevin Tierney jump in surprise. Right afterward, they tensed up as they tried to get hold of themselves and get prepared in case they had to jump in.
"Why don't you have a little respect, dickhead?" Joe asked sternly. "Mr. Jarvis hired us to do a job, and as far as I'm concerned, that's all I'm here to do. It wasn't my idea that we were put in charge, but we were. That's that. So how about you quit being a jerk, and we just work together? You know, be a team like we're supposed to be?"
"Works for me, man," John answered quickly.
Joe released John from his clutches and turned to resume looking for the drone. The other three instantly gathered around their comrade in McFist Industries' security force.
"John, you alright?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah, just peachy," John answered bitterly.
Joe pulled out a set of night vision goggles to help with the search. The other guards followed suit and continued to look around once they had their goggles on. With the sun practically set, it was a relief to everyone that they did not have to scour the woods blind in the dark, though none of them would admit it.
"You know, we didn't ask to come here," Joe said. "At least, none of my co-workers and I. Bossman Jarvis specifically asked for this detail, and, frankly, I think he has a good reason to want to be here. Besides, what's a little extra help in a situation like this gonna hurt? We get paid independently from you guys, so your paygrade ain't taking no shots."
"We're just as capable without you guys!" John responded. "The fact that our boss got so worked up by your boss into hiring you rent-a-cops when he has us is fucking insulting. We could've handled this gig just as fine without you or that thing they brought in here with you guys."
"Ah, so it's pride?" Joe said. "Silly, bitter, worthless, useless pride."
"Fuck you," John spat back.
"You guys, I think I see the drone," Steve said as he pointed.
Everyone first turned to their fellow security guard and then looked in the direction he was pointing. Sure enough, what looked like the drone was laying nearby and sticking out of some small bushes. The squad of security guards gathered around the crashed machine, Ralph being the one who ultimately picked it up.
"Ooh," Kevin exclaimed. "Yeah, that looks pretty trashed."
"What do you think happened?" Steve asked.
"Kind of almost looks like a rock was thrown at it with how mangled it is," Ralph said.
"Eh, that's probably just from the fall it took," John insisted.
"But then what made it fall?" Kevin asked.
"How the fuck should I know?" John asked in irritation. "Machines fuck up all the time. That's probably what happened here."
"Probably," Joe said, despite not sounding convinced.
"I... guess we should call it in then?" Steve questioned.
Suddenly there was a loud snapping of wood that echoed throughout the area.
"What was that?" Ralph asked as his head suddenly jerked up and started looking around.
The others did the same as they formed a circle while looking out to the forest. Steve dropped the damaged drone to aim his MP5 submachine gun like the rest of his squad. But just as they were aiming, a shadow dropped down from a branch high above them. Everyone started to turn towards the large form that landed right in the middle of the circle they made. However, they were too slow, and most of them got sliced in half by a machete.
Only Ralph managed to duck the blade in time and quickly turned to run from the hockey mask-wearing hulk of a form that had slaughtered his cohorts. Jason Voorhees watched his remaining prey run for a bit before pulling a small throwing knife from his pocket and chucking it forth at Ralph. The sharp object zipped through the air before striking the hapless security guard in his shoulder, instantly taking him down. As he fell to the ground, Ralph let out a scream of pain blood soaked into the area of his uniform around where he was stabbed.
Desperately, Ralph reached up to his COMM link on the side of his head to try and warn someone about what happened. What happened instead, though, was that Jason grabbed his arm and then the knife in Ralph's shoulder blade and forced him up to his feet. Ralph groaned, grunted, and cried out in pain as he futilely struggled back against the undead killer of Crystal Lake. Once Ralph was up off the ground, Jason grabbed him by the back of his head and rammed his face three times into the side of a tree. Each collision of features against the bark of the thick tree trunk caused several crimson lacerations to Ralph's face. The first two solicited cries of utter terror and anguish, although the last time Ralph fell silent.
Jason could tell he was still alive, though, and thus propped him up against the side of the tree before pulling a piece of metal wire from his pocket. Then the psychotic killer wrapped the wire around Ralph's throat, went around the other side of the tree, and began to pull. Ralph gagged and wheezed while even putting up a small struggle. He had brought up his hands to pull back against the wire around his throat, weak as the resistance might have been. However, it all proved futile. The wire pierced deep into Ralph's throat, opening up a bloody wound while blood spurted from his mouth. In only a matter of seconds, Ralph's body went limp, never to move again.
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Jason released the wire from Ralph's throat and let his corpse fall to the ground before walking over and turning him over to examine his work. Then Jason looked ahead where he left the sliced-in-half bodies of the other guards in a bloody pool of gore.
'That's it, Jason. You're doing good, my sweet, sweet boy. But remember, it's not over. It will never be, so long as these bad people refuse to leave us and our home alone. Kill them all, Jason. KILL THEM ALL!'
Ki-Ki-Ki Ma-Ma-Ma
"Hey, what's going on over here?"
"Yeah, we thought we heard some screaming! Is everything okay?"
Like a predator who had caught sight or scent of new prey, Jason snapped in the direction he heard these new voices coming from. He looked on for a bit before creeping through the brush of the forest to set up his next set of kills. Jason Voorhees was back on the prowl in these Crystal Lake woods, and he was about ready to show everyone why that only meant bad news for all.
Ki-Ki-Ki Ma-Ma-Ma
Did you hear that voice?
Did you see that face?
Or was it just a dream?
This can't be real
That only happens, babe
On the movie screen
Oh, but he's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he crawled out of his hole
Tommy sighed in irritation before turning the radio dial to another station. ...He did NOT get a reprieve from what came next.
Hey, you don't be late
Till death do us party right here on Crystal Lake
Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh
We got everything that we need
Let's go skinny dipping
Drink some beer, and don't forget the weed
This time Tommy let out a full-on groan before turning the radio off.
'Don't know who I want to kill more; the guys who made that crap or the people that continue to play it,' Tommy thought to himself bitterly.
As he was taking a drink of water from his bottle, Tommy heard a panicked woman's voice on his walkie-talkie.
"Come in, Nest Mother! Come in, Nest Mother! Mr. Jarvis, it's me! Lena! We're in trouble out here! A hostile's on the grounds! I repeat, a hostile is on the grounds!"
Tommy also heard rapid gunfire in the background while Lena was screaming out her distress message. He heard it both on the radio and within the woods that surrounded the construction zone. At that moment, Tommy ran over to the desk of monitors where he had left his walkie-talkie.
"Lena!" Tommy shouted into the walkie-talkie after picking it up. "Lena, what's your current status? I need an update! A status report! Come on, Lena!"
Tommy waited for a few seconds after saying everything he had, hoping it would get a response. Seconds went by, and none came. This made Tommy feel like he was about to jump out of his skin.
"Pigeon 7, are you there?" Tommy nearly shouted. "Anybody?!"
Suddenly, Lena's weak, strained voice came back over the airwaves. "It's... It's him, boss... It's Jason Voorhees... And he's... heading... towards the construction site."
At this update, Tommy looked all the more alarmed. "Lena... do you know where he is now?" Tommy asked in a quiet yet worried tone.
He waited for a moment, but no response came. Terror filled the air in that office trailer like a silent plague on both men.
"Lena, are you there?" Tommy asked. "Lena!"
"This is Pigeon 10 here, boss. We heard the whole thing over the COMMs. We're on our way to give Pigeon 7 and her squad some backup."
"Pigeon 5 here. We just met up with Pigeons 3 and 4's teams and heading in the same direction."
Suddenly the door to the office trailer opened. Tommy to see a young African American construction worker walk in.
"Uh, Mr. Jarvis, sir. The boys and I heard a lot of gunfire going out in the woods and, uh, we're wondering... should we be worried?"
"Very much so, Eric!" Tommy affirmed. He then turned to talk into his walkie-talkie. "Alright, squads six, five, four, and three converge on squad seven's last known post as intended. All remaining security personnel return to home base. There's a lot of construction workers here, and it's up to us to keep them alive."
The remaining squad leaders agreed before going to radio silence and carrying out their orders. Tommy then went over to a locker and pulled out a key to release the lock that kept it closed. Then he opened it and pulled out a Henry All-Weather 45-70 rifle.
"Eric, go tell everybody what's going on and have them get together in a safe place," Tommy said as he started loading his gun.
"What the hell even is that around here?" Eric asked in fear.
"Wherever everyone is gathered together," Tommy said insistently.
"Even then, do we really have much of a chance?" Eric asked in a shuddering voice.
"No," Tommy said as he shook his head. "Probably not a whole lot. But at least it's still some kind of a chance."
With that, Tommy and Eric headed out of the trailer to warn those of the incoming horrors they had coming their way.
All the security teams heading out to assist Lena Hale's squad had met up with each other on the way. Altogether, the teams' numbers equaled up to twenty well-trained combatants. Men and women that knew how to use any gun or knife you put in their hands. They were all prepared for anything, or so most of them believed after the years of intensive training they went through. However, some were not so sure only because they were about to go up against an unknown force. One possibly the likes of which they had never faced before. Specifically, this would be the undead, machete-wielding, murdering monster of Crystal Lake, Jason Voorhees.
Most of them had heard the stories throughout the years. Tales of the boy who drowned in the lake back in 1957. He was a member of the original Camp Crystal Lake and a special needs camper. But the counselors were not paying attention to him but were out making love instead. Thus, Jason, a horrible swimmer, ended up drowning in the lake after being forced in by some of the other campers. Pamela Voorhees, who was Jason's mother, and the camp cook, was sent into a blind, vengeful rage. She would murder two counselors the following year. Supposedly these were the counselors who were tasked with watching Jason. Years later, when the camp owner Steve Christy tried to reopen the camp, Pamela went on another rampage. The very idea of the camp that took her boy away sent Mrs. Voorhees over the edge, and she killed Steve along with all the counselors he hired to help reopen the camp. All but one: Alice Hardy. Somehow, she not only survived Mrs. Voorhees' slaughter but cut off her head with a machete when the crazy with grief woman was pursuing her. Most thought that would be the end, but two months later, Alice was killed in her own home. Most believe it was Jason who somehow came back from the dead to see vengeance and continued to do so around the shores of Crystal Lake ever since.
Several of Tommy Jarvis's hired security guards were locals to the area who grew up hearing the tales and living in fear of them. Even most of those in the large squad who did not grow up in Crystal Lake had heard the stories of Jason Voorhees. Although the tales of the Crystal Lake Boogeyman may have chilled them in the past, these were all trained professionals who came to do a job and had every intention of doing it.
"Keep your eyes peeled, guys," Pigeon 10, Daniel Emerton, said to the squad.
"Yeah, hopefully, Jason won't peel them for us," one of the McFist security team members said.
"Oh, shut up," another let out.
"What?"
"Cut the chatter, you two," Pigeon 4, Bobby Borden, said sternly.
Up to that point, almost everyone had been whispering. Bobby wanted to see that it stayed that way.
"Anybody got a visual yet?" Pigeon 5 Robert Collins asked.
Most of the answers came back as negative.
"Man, this is like looking for a needle in a haystack," one of the McFist guards let out in frustration.
"You've never had to deal with anything like that before?" another asked in a shaky voice.
"Well, yeah, I have. But-"
Pigeon 3, Steve Jefferson shushed everyone, though they instantly knew why. They had heard the crunch of forest terrain, possibly under a heavy boot. Everybody instantly ran in the direction it came from. But as fast as they started running, they were just as quickly stopped by the horrible sight they saw before them. It made them all sick to their stomach seeing what they did. Many truly felt deep down like they were going to throw up. One of the McFist guards would actually end up doing so.
"Lena," Steve let out.
Although, more correctly, it was what remained of Pigeon 7, Lena Hale, and possibly others. It was hard to tell because the carnage was spread out all over the area. Body parts were sprawled about here and there, some barely connecting to the body they were once a part of. Internal organs were all over the place on display as well. All the gore lay in several large pools of blood. The team could only tell that Lena was among those killed because her head was put on prominent display, perched at the front of the gruesome sight.
Even though it was a lot to take in, more was to come. Suddenly, there was some strange noise, the source of which was quickly revealed. The gutted body of a McFist Industry swung down from a branch hanging over the heads of those still alive. It hung upside down by the corpse's feet, which were tied to the branch. This sudden surprise made several people gasp and jump in surprise. One even shot off rounds from his MP5 by accident. When that happened, it shocked another soldier who stumbled away from the sounds of the submachine gun, only to bump into a taller, skinnier tree. Another dead body rolled out of that tree and fell onto the person, making them scream. The rest of the squad turned to see what happened, only for another dead body to come flying through the air from the opposite direction. Several guards were hit by the body. Three of them were even knocked down by its weight. As suspected, it was yet another McFist Industries security guard.
It was not long before the soulless monster who threw the body and slaughtered everyone from before revealed himself.
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The majority of the squad members turned and saw the hulking form of Jason Voorhees as he stepped ever closer to them, machete in hand.
"Shoot him! Fire! Fire!" Steve shouted at the top of his lungs.
Just as everyone went to draw their MP5s on the Crystal Lake Killer, Jason thrust his blade forth, stabbing it into the body of a McFist Industries security man. He gasped and gagged as blood spurted by from the wounds in his gut and lower back. Jason Voorhees looked on for a bit before pulling his machete further upwards, cutting through the rest of this helpless man's torso. The undead maniac did not stop until his machete came slicing out of the top of his victim's head, leaving the corpse almost completely cut in half.
The rest of the squad looked on in dismay and utter horror. Slowly, everybody's gaze went up from the dreadful sight that was once their cohort to the monster that butchered him. At the same time, Jason looked up from his handy work to the rest of the squad, holding his machete firm before stepping in their direction. Everyone responded by littering the serial killer with bullets. Blood sprayed from wounds opened up all over Jason's body as it flinched rapidly with each round shot into him. Yet, as devastating of a sight as the gunfire looked to be, it did not stop Jason. He continued to walk through the volley of bullets being emptied into him until he eventually reached Bobby Borden.
He would try to move, but too little too late as Jason grabbed Bobby's MP5 and pulled it up before thrusting it back down, smacking the back of the gun into his mouth. Bobby staggered and stumbled from the hit as he covered his bleeding mouth, only for Jason to grab his arm and pull him closer. Jason then held Bobby in front of him like a human shield to block the bullets.
"No!" Daniel Emerton and Robert Collins shouted in horror.
After realizing what they were doing, everyone ceased fire and looked on with horrified disbelief and guilt at what they had done. Jason took advantage of their distraction and tossed Bobby Borden's dead body at them. It ended up colliding with Steve Jefferson, who fell to the ground under the corpse's weight. Steve let out a loud scream as he looked into the dead eyes of his slain comrade.
Meanwhile, the bullets resumed, but Jason walked on undeterred. He reached a McFist Industries security guard and swung his machete forth, cutting off his head. Then Jason walked up to another McFist operative, grabbed the barrel of their MP5, and pulled them in close. As Jason put his arm around the guy's body, the killer also stabbed his machete through the man's gut and out of his lower back.
Jason pulled his weapon free of the fresh corpse and walked up to two more McFist security men, and swung his machete about, cutting them both down. Not stopped by the bullets ripping apart his rotting flesh, Jason moved on to Robert Collins. He grabbed the barrel of Robert's submachine gun before pulling it forth. Robert stumbled towards Jason, who clenched his free hand into a fist and swung it forth through his victim's sternum and out his upper back. Robert choked and gagged on his own blood before the thralls of death overtook him, at which time Jason pulled his arm free of the corpse.
The blood lust was still not satisfied, for there were still people alive.
'Kill them all, Jason. Kill for Mommy. Don't let them live. Not after what they all did to us! What they're still doing to us! Kill them all, Jason! KILL THEM ALL!'
Jason Voorhees marched on as what men and women were still standing kept rattling bullets into the undead slayer in the woods. He reached a woman in McFist Industries security attire and kicked his foot into her midsection. The force of the kick instantly dropped her down onto her back. Quickly taking advantage, Jason held his machete upside down in both hands and stabbed it multiple times into the woman's body. Blood spurted out of each new wound with a sickening squelching sound as the woman gasped until blood filled her mouth and she choked on it.
Suddenly there was a scream as Steve Jefferson ran forth at Jason, who turned in time to see him coming. This made everyone ceasefire as they shouted at Steve to stop. But the emotionally distressed member of Tommy Jarvis' security team did not heed their warnings. Instead, Steve ran up and kicked out his foot, knocking Jason's machete out of his hand. The blade stabbed into and stuck out of the ground. Jason looked on at his weapon in disbelief before turning to Steve. The security guard began throwing punches into the killer's body and masked face.
"You killed my friends, you bastard! You're going to fucking pay!"
Steve kicked his foot high into Jason's chest, making the killer stumble back. Then Steve kicked his other foot into the side of Jason's knee before spinning around and kicking Jason in the face. The assault kept going as Steve charged forth, driving the back of his elbow into Jason's chest, and then spun around, swinging his other elbow high into his face.
"Hiyah!" Steve cried as he struck a fighter's pose.
At this, Jason punched his fist through Steve's gut and reached his hand up into the security guard's chest cavity. As Steve gagged on his own blood spurting from his mouth like it did his stomach wound, he felt Jason's hand inside his body, digging through his organs. It dug up until finally, Jason had his hand on Steve's heart. Once Jason had his gloved hand wrapped around Steve's vital organ, he pulled his entire arm out through the dead man's chest. A splatter of gore and carnage went all over the place, sickening all those who saw it. Once more, they were frozen stiff with surprise at what they had seen. All of them had seen many horrible, disturbing sights before, but what they saw Jason doing to them, to their coworkers in arms, was on a whole other level.
There was still more in store for them, though, for Jason walked over, grabbed his machete, pulled it out of the ground, and turned to face the rest of the security team. Instantly, they all resumed shooting at the undead killer of Crystal Lake, praying it would eventually take him down. Jason, however, just kept walking toward them, showing them that he was far from done with his slaughter as he raised his machete high to kill again.
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"And so that's what we're dealing with, people," Tommy said as he looked around at everyone. "It's Jason Voorhees."
Several construction workers and the security forces led by Pigeon 8, Ellie Wallace, and Pigeon 9, Kevin Porter, had gathered outside the camp. The other security teams were still making their way over from the other side of the lake where they were originally stationed. It was here where several construction vehicles like cranes, bulldozers, and the like, along with loading trucks carrying lumber, metal rods, pieces of framing, and so on, were located.
The biggest story at that moment was the confirmation that Jason Voorhees, the evilest entity Crystal Lake had ever known, was out in the woods nearby. Everyone could hear the bullets still flying, being shot about at what was apparently a single target. This had been going on for more than ten minutes, and their target still had not been stopped. This was shocking to almost everyone, except Tommy Jarvis, who stood close to Ellie. He knew very well that it would take a lot to stop Jason. Possibly more than any regular means could offer. Tommy knew, however, that they had an ace in the hole that he prayed would stop the Crystal Lake Killer for good.
"Gotta tell you, Jarvis, that's a lot to take in," a heftier construction worker said.
"No shit," another worker with a big bushy beard said. "I mean, we're out here doing a job, and Jason fucking Voorhees just happens to pick today to show back up?"
"Yeah, wasn't he supposed to be locked up in some government lab or something?" a red-headed woman on the crew asked.
"That's what I heard," an African American man said. "Heard they were gonna cryogenically freeze his ass too."
"I heard he was shot into space," a muscular roughneck worker said.
"Look, it doesn't matter what you heard!" Tommy let out in annoyance. "Jason is here. He's out there right now! He's killing the men and women that work for me that were supposed to protect all of you! But the best way you can be protected is to get the fuck out of here! So go! Go now, before Jason shows up and starts gutting you all!"
"Oh, come on," another roughneck said with a smirk. This was "Hoss" Peterson, the construction foreman in charge of the project. "Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic? If there really is some scary drowned boy boogeyman out there, he's getting ripped to shred by those guns. You seriously don't hear all that? He may be immortal or unkillable or whatever. But flesh can only last so long against all of that."
Suddenly, only a moment or two after Hoss had finished speaking, the gunfire stopped. Not sure what to make of it, everyone stayed in place, a sense of dread overtaking the air. It was the foreman who ended up breaking the silence.
"See?" Hoss asked as he crossed his arms, his growing smirk showing through his handlebar mustache.
"Now, what did I tell you? Flesh against a flurry of bullets like that doesn't stand a chance."
"Uh, Hoss... h- how do you know... the guys with the guns won?" asked a nervous Eric.
The foreman looked at the kid in annoyance. "What the hell are you talking about, Eric?"
"He's saying they're probably dead," Tommy said bluntly. "All of them. How many times have people tried to kill Jason Voorhees... only for him to come back again? All because he wasn't really dead. Because he can't die. Not like a man. Because he's not a man... He's not a human being."
Tommy then tried talking into his walkie-talkie again. "Come in, squad leaders. Come in, squad leaders. I need a status report. Has the target been neutralized? Report."
Everybody there stood and waited to see if anybody would respond. However, no answers to Tommy's call ever came, soliciting a few worried gasps, expressions, and mutterings amongst the crowd. Although he was quiet, it was clear by the look on Tommy's face that no one there was more worried or frightened than him.
"Repeat, this is Nest Mother. I need a status report. What the fuck is going on out there?! Anyone?! Is anyone out there?! Joe! Steve! Rob! Anyone?!"
"Tommy," Ellie Wallace said as she put a hand on her boss's shoulder. "They're gone."
Tommy looked on for a bit before he lowered his gaze and nodded. "I know," he said in defeat. Then he raised his head once more. "That's right. They're all gone. There's a force of nature out there that- No, not even that. Some unnatural demon spawn is out there. He's on his way here to drag your souls to the lowest depths of Hell. If you all want to live to see tomorrow, you should get in your cars or whatever and get out of here."
"Fuck that!" Hoss said as he stood up from the loading truck he was leaning against.
He then grabbed a pipe from its loading bed before turning and walking towards the woods.
"Boss! Boss, where are you going?" Eric called out.
"I'm gonna go take care of this fuck myself!" Hoss as he turned back to everyone else.
"What?!" several of the others let out.
"I put in a serious bid for this project!" Hoss went on. "I'm not about to lose a sure-fired paying gig that could set me up for life! Not to some God damn killer ghost of a retarded boy who drowned here!"
"Hoss, man, you crazy!" Eric let out. "Those motherfuckers out there with machine guns couldn't stop him! What makes you think your ass will?!"
"Exactly what you said there is the fucking problem, Eric!" Hoss shouted. "All those idiots out there had access to MP5s. They should have been able to cut that son of a bitch to ribbons! But apparently, everyone thinks that a bunch of supposedly highly trained professionals can't get the job done against a fucking corpse!
"Fuck that shit! If they couldn't defeat this Jason fucker when it should be that damn easy, then they weren't worth a damn!"
"You watch your mouth!" Pigeon 8 Ellie Wallace exclaimed as she pointed at Hoss. "Some of those guys were friends of mine!"
"Well, I'm sorry, but clearly, they couldn't do their job right!" Hoss said. "I mean, fuckin' a! It's been over fifty years! Why hasn't anyone figured out how to kill this guy yet?! Why hasn't anyone been able to kill Jason fucking Voorhees?!"
"We have something here we think can, though!" Tommy exclaimed. Everyone turned to him in confusion. "Nearby, on the other side of the camp is a container. It was sent over on Mr. McFist's orders as extra assurance for security. And to test out one of his new pet projects. But because of the thing's nature, I can't let it out while you're all still here. That's why I need you to evacuate the area here right now!"
"Forgive me if I don't have that much faith in you," Hoss said with a roll of his eyes. "You're the one who supposedly killed this fuck before. Then you brought him back to life somehow? And to top it all off, you tried to kill him again but never could. Even though you supposedly did it before?"
"Hoss-"
"Stow it, Jarvis!" Hoss snapped. "I've had it with all this Jason Voorhees bullshit! It's giving me a headache!"
At that moment, the hulking form of the Crystal Lake Killer appeared out of the shadowy confines of the surrounding woods from behind the side of one of the loading trucks' cabs. Specifically, it was the one Hoss had been standing ahead of, putting Jason behind the burly construction worker. Before anyone had the chance to even let out a gasp of surprise, Jason raised his hand, revealing it held a rebar, which he stabbed right through the back of Hoss's head. The end of the rebar stabbed through the front of Hoss's cranium, splattering brain matter, blood, and his eye out through its socket. Hoss tremored where he stood for a bit before falling to the ground dead with the rebar still sticking out of his head.
"Hoss! Hoss! Fucking shit!" one of the construction workers shouted out.
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Everyone stood as if they were frozen in time, like they could not move at all. A wave of dread had washed over them. It was as if the Devil himself was standing amongst the masses. But no, it was a force some would say might be worse in the form of the undead killer of Crystal Lake: Jason Voorhees. None were more horrified by this sight than Tommy Jarvis, though. He stared at the hulking figure of the slasher with all his tattered, unkept clothing hanging off him as his hockey mask covered his disfigured features. Horrible memories ran through Tommy's mind that slowly turned his fear into a rage as he gripped his rifle tightly.
Jason himself barely seemed to notice Tommy and instead turned his head to the immediate left to spot Pigeon 9 Kevin Porter and a McFist Industries security guard. They had been originally sneaking up towards Hoss to subdue him when Jason came out and took his life. Now they were standing there as if entranced by their fear of the machete-wielding killer. Only Jason was not holding his machete at that point, but instead raised his left hand to reveal a rusted, unkempt old wood ax. The killer gripped it in both hands and raised it high. Kevin only had time to exclaim in horror before the ax was sunk into his shoulder. He screamed out in pain before Jason pulled the ax out of him, making blood pour and spurt everywhere.
Before the McFist guard could do anything, Jason kicked his shin so hard it snapped in two, making him scream in pain. He was cut off by Jason swinging the ax into his gut before pulling it out and letting the man fall, only to start on the man's back. After multiple swings, Jason turned back to Kevin and swung the ax through the man's head.
Everyone had started screaming, and some of the construction workers even started running about to get away. Others were still too frightened to make any sort of move. However, Tommy was not such a person. He instead raised his rifle and pumped, the sound making Jason turn in his direction.
"Remember me, maggot head?!" Tommy exclaimed loudly before taking a shot.
The round hit Jason right in his chest, making him flinch back in recoil. Instantly, Pigeon 8, Ellie Wallace, and the six other McFist security guards raised their MP5s and began to fire at Jason. Every bullet sent blood spurting everywhere. Jason kept flinching and stumbling before eventually falling flat on his back.
"Ellie, where's Pigeons 1 and 2's teams?!" Tommy let out.
"Last I heard, Kyle and Derek's teams were still making their way over from the other side of the lake!" Ellie reported.
"Damn it!" Tommy exclaimed. "Alright, Pigeon 8, go into my office and get the item! It's time to put the plan into action!"
"Yes, sir!" Ellie reported.
She started to run, but something told her to stop and look back. She did so while everyone else looked to see Jason sit up.
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This made many people gasp while others screamed. They watched as Jason got up onto his feet, holding his ax in one hand while using his free limb to grab and unsheathe his machete. With a machete in one hand and an ax in the other, the Crystal Lake Killer shuddered in rage before he started walking forth.
"Ellie, get that head!" Tommy shouted.
Ellie did so as Tommy and the McFist guards took aim with their weapons. Before their assault could even start, Jason tossed his ax forth. The weapon spun through the air before it ended up sinking into the facial features of one of the guards, who fell onto his back dead. Upon seeing what had become of their cohort, the remaining five guards looked upon his corpse in utter dismay and fear. Jason took advantage by reaching into his pocket and pulling out a throwing knife, tossing it at another guard.
"Look out!" Tommy exclaimed.
Too late, the guard turned as the blade sank into his throat. He gagged as he reached for the knife while blood spurted from his throat and mouth. After four seconds, however, the guard fell to the ground in a dead heap. After seeing this, the four remaining guards dropped their weapons and ran off as fast as possible.
"Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?!" Tommy shouted.
"You're on your own, Mac!" one guard shouted.
"Fucking dealing with this undead killer shit!" another said.
Tommy looked horrified at the actions of the turncoats that left him and the construction workers to fend for themselves. However, his attention was instantly put back on Jason as the undead killer started walking his way. Fearlessly, Tommy sneered as he raised his rifle and took a shot right into Jason's chest. He pumped his rifle for another shot but held his fire when he saw Eric run up behind Jason carrying a 2x4.
"Eric, no!" Tommy exclaimed.
With a loud scream, Eric came up and smashed the 2x4 across Jason's back as he ran past him, snapping it in two. However, when Eric turned to look, he saw that not only was Jason still standing, he did not seem the least bit bothered by what hit him. Instead, Jason whipped his head in Eric's direction and swung his fist outward, smacking the back of his closed hand across Eric's face. The blow stunned the man to the point he just about dropped to a knee. Before he could, though, Jason reached out his empty hand again, grabbed Eric by the lower jaw, and used all his strength to rip it out of place. Everyone looked on in utter horror as blood splattered and poured everywhere while Eric flailed around in complete agony. Jason's only response was thrusting Eric's separate jaw bone right through his hard hat and even the top of his skull. More blood flowed as Eric fell to the ground, never to rise again.
"No!" Tommy yelled as he shot at Jason yet again.
As soon as the shot hit Jason in the shoulder, he stumbled to the side. Then he turned in Tommy's direction and started marching towards him. Tommy was lining up for another shot when a different construction worker ran at Jason with a crowbar.
"No!" Tommy shouted.
"What are you doing, Sam, you idiot?!" one of the other construction workers shouted.
Jason saw the guy coming and merely thrust his machete into his ribs just as Sam was trying to swing the crowbar down on Jason's head. Sam let out a few gasps of pain before Jason grabbed the sides of his head and started squeezing. It was not long before blood was seeping out of Sam's ears, eye sockets, nose, and mouth. A loud crunching and cracking also permeated the air as Jason continued to crush Sam's head. Blood gushed until it completely covered Sam's cranium right before it splattered apart under the pressure of Jason's ever-growing grip.
After the body fell, Jason retrieved his machete and resumed walking in Tommy's direction.
"Damn it, you guys!" Tommy shouted near hysterically. "Stop running at him and start running from him! Get the hell out of here!"
At that moment, Tommy recalled his sister telling him the same thing as a boy.
"Tommy! Tommy, get the hell out of here!"
Tommy's body trembled all the more with both fear and anger. With a cry of rage, Tommy raised his rifle, pumped it, and fired at Jason once more. His shot hit Jason directly in the chest, making him flinch back, but that did not stop him from approaching Tommy. Meanwhile, everybody else was using this as an opportunity to flee, realizing that was the best thing for them to do.
Now, it was down to Tommy and Jason... only for a second, though.
"Mr. Jarvis, sir!" Tommy turned to see the short-haired red-headed Ellie Wallace running up to him, holding a burlap sack in her arm. "I have the item you asked for!"
Tommy's eyes widened in realization as he met Ellie halfway and grabbed the sack from Ellie. "Thanks, Ellie. Now, we can finally put an end to this."
Both security employees turned to see Jason, now less than ten feet away. Quickly, Tommy turned to the undead killer and reached into the burlap sack.
"Hey, Jason! Get a load of this!" Tommy exclaimed. He then pulled the item in the bag out and held it out for Jason to see. "Look familiar?"
Instantly, the machete-wielding maniac stopped in his tracks. Indeed, the item Tommy Jarvis held out ahead of him was very familiar to him. The sight of it made his mother's voice in his head intensify in volume as it echoed all the more, said voice sounding enraged and near hysterical. This was because the item Tommy had shown Jason, being held by what hairs it had left, was the head of his late mother, Pamela Voorhees. Somehow, someway, despite having decomposed to some extent, the severed head was not the bare skull it should have been by that point in time. Seeing Jason's stunned reaction put a half-smirk on Tommy's face.
"Yeah, you recognize who this is," Tommy said. "Mommy's not looking so good, is she? No, she's even more of a maggot head than you are, you fuckin' momma's boy!"
A shudder went through Jason's body. Not one of fear but pure rage as the grip on his machete tightened all the more.
"Somebody doesn't like that," Tommy went on. "Doesn't like us having Mommy's noggin. Do ya, Jason? Well, if you want it... come and get it!"
Instantly, Tommy and Ellie took off to the right as fast as their legs could take them. Just as quickly, Jason began to march after them. His rage increased a hundredfold, and he wanted to take it out on the man who had become such a thorn in his side.
'Get them, Jason! Get them both! Kill them! Rip them to shreds! Get back Mommy's head! Kill for me!'
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The hunt was on as Tommy and Ellie ran for their lives, although they did turn back every once in a while to make sure Jason was still following him. Despite how fast they were moving in comparison to the hockey-masked killer, he somehow still found a way to, at least, keep them in his sights.
"What's the plan, sir?!" Ellie asked worriedly.
"You know the plan, Ellie!" Tommy said. "It's always been that we lure Jason to McFist's asset. Speaking of which, is it still on the other side of the camp?"
"Kyle had his and Derek's team move it towards the middle of the campgrounds."
"Good, then let's get going!" Tommy shouted as he and Ellie ran while Jason was still in pursuit.
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Jason stepped slowly through the camp that was once his undoing and now considered part of his home in a horrific twist of irony. However, as Jason walked through the mist enveloping him and all the rotting structures, he was not thinking about his hardships at the camp. How the counselors were off making love while several kids tormented him and forced him into the lake where he drowned. Nor how his mother, in her quest for vengeance, lost her life. No, the Crystal Lake Killer's only focus at that moment was finding those who would be his prey.
Too many had already escaped his wrath that night. As many as Jason had already slain, he wanted them all to fall by his blade. These trespassers deciding they could come into his territory and walk out again was an insult. It enraged the undead psychopath as it did his mother's voice inside his head. So, the slasher of Crystal Lake had every intention of seeing that these last two trespassers did not get away as several others had. Especially since the one he was most familiar with had something that meant more to him than anything else ever would.
Jason was coming up to a large open area in the middle of the camp when he stopped at the edge of it. The masked killer stopped because, at the center of the clearing, was a large metal container that he had never seen before. It was shiny, sleek, and looked brand new, a far cry from the surrounding campgrounds and the condition they were in. Something that stuck out most about it was several small slots around it, almost giving the impression this was a cage or pen of some sort. Seeing this most unexpected sight made Jason tilt his head to the side. Then, a second later, the undead slasher began to approach the large metal box.
Only three steps in, however, Jason was stopped in surprise when two sets of bright spotlights on either side of the opening lit up, illuminating the whole area. Jason cast his angry stare from one set of spotlights to the other. However, his attention was taken by the box once more when a loud bang emanated from within. This was followed by several more bangs, along with noises that sounded like growls and grunts. It was as if there was something alive inside. Then, the front of the box actually began to slide open via automation.
Jason watched it until the entire front was elevated to where the Crystal Lake Killer himself could walk into the pen. Rather than do that, Jason stared on into the dark pit within the container as several chitters were heard. Then, Jason saw movement within, caused by whatever living force was hiding inside the pen. It was hard to tell, but Jason almost swore that whatever was inside the pen was not only really big, it was even bigger than he was.
As Jason wondered and contemplated what this creature could be, he noticed a stream of red light emanating from somewhere. He looked to his right and saw Tommy Jarvis standing several yards away, hiding behind a woodpile, and pointing a gun at Jason. It was from this weapon that the red light emanated as Jason looked down on his chest and saw a dot from the small beam on him.
"You fucked up, Jason," Tommy said. "Anywhere the red dot goes... ya bang."
Rather than pull the trigger, Tommy reached up on the gun's barrel and pressed a red button. It emitted some sort of high-pitched squeal that filled the air. Jason had no reaction except to continue looking at Tommy, almost as if he was wondering what his oldest foe was even doing. But his attention was taken once more by the box when a roar filled the area. What Jason saw surprised even him as he watched something akin to what he loved as a kid stepping out of the large metal box.
There, standing before Jason, was a dinosaur. Only it was no species of dinosaur that ever existed in prehistoric times. It did not exist at all until McFist Industries bought what was left of InGen's assets. Almost right away, they used these new assets to cobble together a beast similar to the Indominus Rex. The hybrid creature that ultimately brought down the Jurassic World island theme park on Isla Nublar, and basically the entirity of InGen, as a result. Although, this creature was not as big and hulking as the Indominus. Rather, it stood only ten feet tall and was far leaner. That was partially because this specific hybrid was designed to be more akin to the velociraptors that had made up part of the Indominus Rex's genetic makeup. Also, unlike the Indominus, which was white, this creature was black as the night. Jason Voorhees was gazing upon the sight of the Indoraptor.
"Rover... fetch," Tommy instructed in a shaky, whispery voice.
Jason tilted his head to the side once more as the creature that seemed quadrupedal at first raised its arms off the ground and held them at its sides as it ran towards the undead slasher. The Indoraptor, nicknamed Rover, let out a loud roar that would terrify anyone else. Jason showed no signs of such fear as he watched Rover charge at him. Rather than be afraid or turn to try and flee, the Crystal Lake Killer began to raise his machete, intent on cutting the Indoraptor into pieces.
Instead, however, Rover came plowing into Jason hard like an out-of-control bulldozer. The impact from the collision sent Jason flying backward through the air about ten feet before he crashed to the ground on his back. Rover raised its head into the air and roared out loudly, sounding like a demon from the darkest of nightmares. Then the Indoraptor got down on all fours and slowly stalked towards Jason's fallen form.
Tommy watched with hopeful anticipation that this would be how Jason Voorhees finally met his end. It was then that the member of his security force named Ellie came up behind him to also look on as the conflict progressed.
The genetic mishmash of prehistoric DNA that was Rover looked on expectantly at the fallen form of Jason. He had not moved since taking the hit, but Rover could not get a gauge on if the killer was truly dead or not. However, the Indoraptor got its answer when Jason sat straight up before forcing himself up to his feet. Enraged at this, Rover let out a howling roar before raising its arms and charging forth at Jason Voorhees.
Jason saw the genetic freak of a monster coming and raised his machete again. Before he had a chance to swing it, Rover roared out as it slashed its claws across Jason's torso. This further ripped up the coat and shirt he wore while tearing into his rotting flesh. After five tears into Jason's hide, Rover lunged forth, biting down hard on his right shoulder. Jason, at first, seemed too stunned by the bite to even move. But he took action when the raptor began thrashing and pulling back, making his teeth and jaws tear ever further at his body. Jason did so when he clenched his freed hand into a fist and began swinging it into Rover's side. The punches Jason subjected the raptor to were twenty times more powerful than that of the most dangerous heavyweight boxers, and Rover felt every bit of them.
Rather than just stand there and let the pain inflicted upon it continue, Rover gripped Jason's body tightly in its claws. Rather than try to rip Jason apart, the Indoraptor lifted him up off his feet and then slammed him down to the ground with all its might. Immediately afterward, Rover began to run forward, dragging Jason's body across the dirt. After a certain distance, Rover dragged Jason around in a circle before tossing him through the air towards one of the camp's cabins. The Crystal Lake Killer crashed through the banister surrounding the cabin's porch and one of the support beams holding up the roof's rim met. Wood smashed and splintered everywhere, making the roof creak from losing its support.
Despite the harrowing chain of events his body was put through, only moments later did the seemingly immortal Jason Voorhees sit up as he had many times before. Then he slowly began to force himself up to his feet. Unfortunately for the undead slasher, as soon as he was up on his feet, he turned to find the sight of Rover up close and charging at him. With a vicious roar, Rover spun away from Jason, bringing its tail around and smacking it into the serial killer's body. Again the undead murderer was sent flying backward, his body smashing through the front door to the cabin. Jason eventually crashed right into the middle of the structure, his machete slipping out of his hand during the fall.
Like before, however, Jason just sat right up and began pushing himself onto his feet. As soon as the Crystal Lake Killer was on his feet, he heard the sounds of the Indoraptor roaring and charging at him. Jason turned and saw the genetic monster coming and acted quickly. He grabbed one of the wooden-framed beds, then, with a great display of strength, picked it up over his head. Just as he was about to throw it, Rover leaped into the air, sailing in Jason's direction. Bed and monster met each other in midair, making both crash to the ground. Instantly, Rover began tearing through the mattress and smashed up bedframe as the beast flailed back onto its feet.
Jason quickly charged forward and began throwing hands across Rover's snout. Six heavy haymakers connected with Rover's face before the assault ended with an uppercut. Then Jason swung at his monstrous foe's body with blows that would tear through a human's torso. Jason had to wonder why his punches did not seem to be doing nearly as much damage to the raptor before him. In response, after four body shots were thrown, Jason changed up tactics and kicked his foot forth into Rover's exterior.
This proved to be an unwise tactic, for Rover latched its claws onto Jason's leg before sinking its teeth in with an extra powerful bite. Then Rover pulled back, knocking Jason off balance and sending him falling onto his back. Rover ripped and tore at Jason's leg viciously while Jason sat up and swung a fist forth into the side of the raptor's snout. As a response, Rover pulled on Jason's with all its might, swinging the killer around before releasing him. Jason was sent flying into the corner of the cabin, smashing through the side of a bed's frame, a nightstand, and leaving a splintering dent in the wall.
Rather than try sitting up this time, Jason just rolled onto his front and pushed himself up. Surprisingly, Jason had a hard time, nearly falling back down once or twice. However, Jason would end up dropping back down voluntarily, for he saw Rover leaping at him. Jason dived forth across the ground, sending Rover crashing against the corner wall, smashing it ever further. Then, faster than he had moved in years, Jason stood up and turned towards Rover, who swung its tail into the undead killer's side. Miraculously, despite the force and pain of the attack, Jason not only stayed standing but wrapped his arms around Rover's tail and grabbed a hold. He followed up by turning and pulling with all his strength, swinging Rover through the air before it crashed through a window and most of the wall surrounding it.
As Rover howled in agony now outside the cabin, Jason looked out at the dinosaur for just a moment before going to pick up his machete from where it fell previously. Once he had his signature weapon back, Jason turned towards his dinosaurian foe, clenching his machete tight as his body shuddered in anger. Then, the slasher of the lake began stomping toward Rover to do what he did best.
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Jason Voorhees stepped through the hole, throwing Rover through the window and wall. At the same time, the Indoraptor was standing back up, dazed and a bit more frail-looking than before. Even still, as Rover shook its head to get rid of its disorientation, the fierce scowl of a predator crossed the monster's face once more. The deadly dinosaur growled and chittered before sniffing the air, turning to see Jason standing nearby.
Rover roared out in anger as Jason merely began to raise his machete. In response to the killer raising his weapon, the Indoraptor charged forth and bit into Jason's raised arm. At the same time, Rover also began ripping at Jason's body with its claws, mercilessly tearing apart what was left of his rotting flesh. However, Jason responded by throwing several hard punches into Rover's side before driving his knee into the raptor's midsection. From there, Jason used his great strength to shove Rover away, its bite releasing after being weakened by the killer's physical assault.
The Indoraptor was about to leap forth to strike again when it was struck by a fast swing of Jason's machete. Rover cried out as blood spurted like a sprinkler from the deeply cut wound in its torso. Jason did not stop there, for he swung his machete back outwards, leaving another deep, bloody cut in Rover. As the dinosaur howled and shrieked in agony, Jason raised his machete to strike again.
He never got the chance; despite being in tremendous anguish, Rover still had the wherewithal to fight back. It did so by spinning around, smacking its tail into the leg the raptor had previously been tearing at. Jason fell flat on his back, allowing Rover to leap forth and started biting and clawing at his already injured leg.
It looked bleak for Jason, but despite his situation, the Crystal Lake Killer refused to be helpless like he was so long ago when he was just a boy. He would not be a victim that fell prey to anyone, let alone a genetic freak of a dinosaur. Thus, Jason sat upright and stabbed his machete into Rover's side several times, weakening it more and more with each stab. It finally got to the point where Rover was forced to cease its assault on Jason's leg. The Indoraptor tried to roar but was too weak to even do that. The dinosaur had suffered several deep, bleeding cuts. It was losing blood fast, and it was clearly taking its toll.
Unsatisfied, despite his foe's life slipping away, Jason stood back up on his feet. Despite his injured leg giving him trouble, Jason forced himself to stand as he thrust his machete forth into Rover's gut. Jason followed up by digging his hands into the dinosaur's body, forcing them through its thick, scaly hide. Then, in a gruesome display, Jason pulled his hands back out of Rover's body, revealing two snapped-off rib bones he had grabbed from inside the dinosaur. Without wasting a second, Jason Voorhees stabbed one of the rib bones through Rover's left eye and stabbed the other into its throat. Jason reached forth and pulled his machete out of the bloody heap that was once a vicious monster. Then the slain Indoraptor fell to the ground.
Jason Voorhees had won the night against a genetic freak of a dinosaur cooked up in a laboratory. One of the most nightmarish things man had ever created was still not enough to best the undead slasher of Crystal Lake. The killer had reigned supreme in this fight but knew his night was still not over. He had at least one more victim left out there. He could feel it deep inside.
'You've done well, Jason, but your work isn't finished. Mommy knows. I feel your anger. I know he's still out there too. Now go forth and finally rid us of him. Kill for Mommy.'
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"Is it still going on?" Ellie asked worriedly. "I can't hear anything anymore."
"Maybe they got too far away for us to hear them," Tommy said. "We might have to go on the move ourselves."
"Are you sure, boss?" Ellie asked with concern. "Are you sure about anything we've done? Having Jason chase us into his home turf and releasing another monster into this?"
"We didn't have any choice, Ellie," Tommy said in frustration. "You saw it yourself. Nothing else was stopping Jason. We needed some sort of ace in the hole. That... dinosaur... monster... thing McFist had sent over was our best chance. If that thing doesn't stop Jason, I don't know what else will... Except, maybe..."
At that moment, Tommy looked at the burlap sack he held, the contents of which was none other than the severed head of one Pamela Voorhees. A figurative light bulb went off in Tommy's head. He now had a plan and needed to see if it would work. Thus he reached into a pack he had brought along.
"What are you doing, sir?" Ellie asked.
"Checking the Indoraptor's tracking chip," Tommy said. "Can't believe I didn't think of it before. Either thing, really."
"'Either thing'? What are you talking about?" Ellie asked in confusion.
Rather than answer his employee, Tommy pulled out the tracker and switched it on. The tiny radar screen showed a blip on it, indicating where the Indoraptor or, at least, its tracking chip was, in comparison to the device Tommy held. The proximity, however, worried Tommy greatly.
"Ellie, we have to move," Tommy said.
"W- Why?" Ellie asked hesitantly.
"Because according to this tracker, the Indoraptor is heading this way," Tommy said. "But I don't hear anything... Do you?"
At that moment, Ellie's eyes widened with fear, for she soon realized all was too quiet. She could see by the expression on Tommy's face he was just as worried as she was, possibly even more so. Before she could find out, part of the woodpile she and Tommy were hiding behind suddenly burst away behind Ellie. With a scream, Ellie ran towards Tommy, who moved out from behind the wall of firewood as it broke away and fell. Standing side by side, Tommy and Ellie turned to see, much to their horrified surprise, the carcass of the once fearsome Indoraptor.
"Th- that just can't..."
Ellie was silenced by the figure of Jason Voorhees standing nearby, now visible because the woodpile had fallen. Although clearly torn up from his encounter with the raptor, it was also clear that Jason was feeling one thing above all else: Pure rage.
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Holding his machete with purpose and intent, Jason began to stomp his way toward his next intended victims. As frightening as the sight was, Tommy also noticed something else. The undead killer seemed to have a bit of a limp in his stride. That was when Tommy saw the damage done to Jason's right leg. He figured that it was more than likely caused by Rover before the raptor was put down. While Jason was slowly limping towards Tommy and Ellie, who slowly backed away on pure instinct alone, Tommy realized he had to take advantage of the opportunity provided to him.
"Ellie, come on!" Tommy shouted before turning and beginning to run.
Rather than go after Tommy, though, the security officer pointed her MP5 at Jason and opened fire. Instantly Tommy stopped running and turned to look on in horror.
"What are you doing?!"
"You have a plan, boss! Do it! Do what you've got to do! I'll buy you some time!"
"Ellie!"
"Just do it!"
All the while, Ellie never stopped shooting, but Jason never stopped coming either. The slasher of Crystal Lake continued limping ever closer in his approach towards Ellie and the further off Tommy Jarvis. At first, Tommy was like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move, speak, or even think. He could not do anything at all. But once Tommy saw how close Jason got to Ellie, that instantly snapped him out of his daze. He reached into the burlap sack and pulled out Pamela Voorhees's severed cranium.
Meanwhile, Ellie continued to riddle Jason up with bullets while screaming at the top of her lungs. Or at least, that is, until she ran out of bullets. Ellie looked down at her gun in horror and then back at Jason, who towered over her. Realizing she had no time to reload, Ellie let out a martial arts scream as she threw a thrusting side kick into Jason's chest. She quickly followed up with a higher second kick into Jason's shoulder and a spinning kick into his gut. Each kick staggered Jason, but none made him fall despite his injured leg.
Ellie went to throw a punch at Jason, but he caught her fist in his free hand with seeming ease. The security guard groaned in pain as Jason twisted her arm to the side with strength Ellie could not comprehend. As Ellie looked into Jason's undead eyes, refusing to beg for mercy she knew was not coming, the undead killer thrust his machete into her gut. Ellie let out a gasp, several groans, and gags as she practically choked on her pain. As blood poured from her wound and her mouth, Ellie looked up as Jason grabbed the sides of her head.
Meanwhile, Tommy had thrown Pamela's head on the ground and began stomping on it with all his might. Extraordinarily, each stomp seemed to make Jason shutter as if he were feeling the pain of what was happening to his departed mother's head himself. However, this did not keep him from twisting Ellie's head in a full 180 degree spin before ripping it and her spine off her body, sending a splatter of gore across the way. Tommy looked on in horror at what became of the woman who worked for him so loyally for years.
"Ellie! Noooo!"
Instantly, Jason turned in Tommy's direction before tossing Ellie's severed head aside and pulling his machete out of her fallen corpse. Then the Crystal Lake Killer began limping towards Tommy. Seeing what was to befall him, Tommy instantly went back to work on the head of Pamela Voorhees. He got down on his knees, grabbed a large stone, hoisted it up, and began ramming it into the woman's head. Once again, each strike to his mother's head made Jason violently thrash as if in anguish. Although, this would not really stop him, for Jason would still march forth despite it all.
Tommy never let up on the assault. Not this time. He would keep smashing Pamela's head with the stone and occasionally glimpsed up at Jason to see how close he was. Despite the limp from his injured leg, Jason seemed to be moving a bit faster, having felt more purpose in his approach than ever before. Now Tommy was not just the one who got away but the one trying to take away his mother from him. Jason slew the last person who tried to do so and now was intent on finishing the job. Especially because it was what Mommy was practically begging him to do.
'Jason, help Mommy! Don't let him take Mommy away from you! It hurts, Jason! It hurts!'
However, as Jason loomed over Tommy, raising his machete, Tommy lifted the stone he held and smashed it down into the head of Pamela Voorhees one last time. With that final strike, the severed head splatter apart in a gruesome display of rotten flesh, pieces of clay-like bone, and mush that was once brain matter. A lot of it splattered into Tommy Jarvis's face, and though it initially stunned him, the man quickly realized he still had a killer looming over him. Thus, while also bracing himself, Tommy looked up at the hulking form of the undead killer, Jason Voorhees, waiting to be slain.
After several seconds, though, this did not come to pass. Jason did not end Tommy's life in an utterly grotesque gorefest. Instead, Tommy watched as the serial killer stood there for a few moments before stumbling back. It was as if he were physically ill or the sum of his injuries had finally caught up to him. This was not a physical response, however, but an emotional one for the slayer of Crystal Lake. Despite his emotionless, uncaring demeanor that was usually only supplanted by his rage, Jason now felt something else permeate that was underlying for so long. He felt sad.
Now, his mother was truly gone. Aside from watching her head get smashed into gore, no longer did the killer hear his mother's voice in his head. He heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing of his mother inside his warped mind. Jason had heard her voice slowly fading away, begging for help, begging him not to let her go. But gone she was, and now Jason Voorhees had no idea how to deal with it.
His demeanor and actions, while strange to Tommy, did not keep the man from being cautious. Tommy still held the stone in his hands, waiting to use it on Jason if he had to. But what happened instead was that Jason lowered his raised hand and let the machete he once held with purpose drop from his grasp. Then, much to Tommy's stunned amazement, he watched Jason Voorhees turn away. He did not even acknowledge Tommy's presence. It was as if he did not perceive his old foe standing so close by. Either that or he just did not care. Instead of trying to slay again, Jason turned towards the woods surrounding the camp and walked away.
Tommy Jarvis looked on in utter disbelief as the monster he had been hunting for so long walked off to disappear into the woods. But would it be forever? Would this be the last time anyone ever saw Jason? Or, at the very least, would he slay no more? Tommy could not help but wonder but could not bring himself to go after Jason either. He did not know why, but for some reason, Tommy did not feel like Ahab chasing Moby Dick any longer. Just as something had changed in Jason, so did it in Tommy as well. Tommy had no idea what this change inside him was, but it kept him from running after Jason to continue what once seemed like a never-ending struggle.
Instead, Tommy just sat there, thinking about all he had gone through. Every single thing that happened to him throughout his life and how much of it he lost thanks to Jason Voorhees. Now, it seemed as though it had all finally come to a head and that his hunt was done. Tommy continued sitting and thinking silently, even after the remaining members of his security team and the squads they led ran in and began to surround the area. Jason was already gone by the time they got there, so the last of Tommy's pigeons came up to their boss to try and check on him. He did not respond to their questions asking if he was alright. Instead, Tommy Jarvis fell onto his back and slowly drifted into the blackness of unconsciousness.
2 Weeks Later
Despite how long it had been since that fateful night at Crystal Lake, Tommy Jarvis still did not feel like himself. On one hand, he could consider this a good thing because what being himself had deteriorated into was two specific things. One was obsessing over Jason Voorhees and trying to make sure the undead slasher was stopped for good. The other thing was struggling with the mental scars that threatened to consume his psyche and doom him to go down the path of a psychotic murderer himself. It nearly happened a few times before, after all.
Yet, despite these urges, fears, and possible desires subsiding to near non-existence, Tommy still did not feel comfortable in his own skin. He seemed lost in a world that apparently would not need his services against Jason any longer. What had become his life's purpose seemed to be complete. But he felt like he could not be sure about that. Would Jason ever strike again? Should Tommy have gone after him into the woods and tried to finish him that night? Sure, destroying his mother's head seemed to do the job, but Jason was still out there. What would become the killer now? What would become of Tommy if he did not finish the job? What if the job was already finished? What if it was not?
So many questions went through Tommy's head, and he did not have answers for any of them. It was almost like a new series of psychological problems had turned up in his head, as a result, rather than the ones he was already dealing with quietly fading away. That was why he did not go off the multiple medications he had been taking for years to try and help him deal with his issues. In fact, he was fully intent on grabbing those pills and taking every one of the required doses that day as he opened the door to his office.
However, after he stepped in, Tommy got quite the surprise.
"Ah, Tommy Jarvis. There you are," said a woman sitting at Tommy's desk. "Been waiting for you."
"Who are you? And what are you doing in my chair?" Tommy asked in confusion and slight aggravation.
The woman stood up and started walking around the desk towards Tommy. "Both fair questions. My name is Clarice Starling."
"I've heard of you," Tommy said as he reluctantly accepted a handshake from the woman. "You're an FBI agent that was in some high profile cases. Like with someone named Buffalo Bill and that cannibal psychologist, right?"
"Hannibal Lecter, that's right," Clarice replied.
"Right, right," Tommy said. "You here because I somehow got on the FBI's most-wanted list?"
"I'm actually no longer with the bureau," Clarice said.
"Oh, sorry to hear that, Ms. Starling," Tommy said.
"It's perfectly alright, Mr. Jarvis," Clarice replied. "In fact, I'm involved with a new project that I think can be just as beneficial, if not more so. The higher-ups and a lot among our ranks want you involved too. We think you'd be a great asset to us."
"Huh?" Tommy let out. "What are you talking about?"
"Tell me, you ever hear of the GJN?" Clarice asked.
"Yeah, the Global Justice Network," Tommy said. "They're the ones who put together that huge league of superheroes. The Infinity League they're called, right?"
"Correct," Clarice said. "They also decided to put together a... kind of think tank. Specifically, a think tank of survivors who went up against certain types of serial killers that are unofficially being designated as slashers. Your hockey mask-wearing friend Jason Voorhees qualifies as one of these slashers. And you most certainly qualify as a survivor.
"The goal of the GJN with this think tank project is to use our combined experience to help stop future body counts of slashers from getting high or happening at all. So far, this project has borne fruit. Because of our combined ingenuity we led authorities to capture some specific targets. Others, despite getting away, were stopped to the extent that their rampages didn't prosper like they probably would have without our interference."
"And you're asking me to be a part of this?" Tommy asked. "You want me to be part of your little... serial killer survivor version of the Infinity League?"
"You were at the top of the list of wanted entries, yes," Clarice confirmed. "Many saw your surviving and actual fighting off Jason as a potential asset. Personally, I'm inclined to agree. We could use good men like you, Mr. Jarvis. I understand if it's a bit to take in, though."
"Well... I gotta say, the idea of stopping more sickos like Jason... is very tempting," Tommy said. "Yeah, a big part of me wants to say yes on the spot. But... I don't know if you guys are aware... but I've had my own little brushes with insanity. Insanity to the point where I nearly did things I regretted. Some people were afraid I was gonna become the next Jason."
Tommy pointed at the top of his desk. "That's why you see all those pill bottles on my desk. They're to keep me from going mad."
"Well, like my dearly departed mother used to say," a voice from the darkness interrupted. Tommy jumped in surprise before turning to see an older man stepping out of the shadows of the office's corner. "We all go a little mad sometimes."
"Mr. Jarvis, this is Mr. Norman Bates," Clarice introduced. "He's-"
"I know who he is," Tommy said. He looked on at the smiling murderer before turning to the former FBI agent in the room. "Him? Seriously? He- he's a part of this too?"
"Yes," Clarice said. "The GJN figured who would know better about how a murderer's mind works than an actual murderer. He was willing to join, so we took him in. He's actually been a great asset in stopping and capturing a lot of these... slashers."
Tommy then looked back to Norman, who kept smiling while extending his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Jarvis."
Tommy did not accept the hand right away. Instead, he looked on in disbelief and breathed all the more heavily. "This... this is insane."
"You'll get used to it eventually," Clarice said.
Jason Voorhees, the undead slayer of Crystal Lake, stood by the edge of said lake, just looking out at it. He had been doing so for the last two weeks, never once moving. The slasher just kept staring, looking on at nothing in particular, despite the water being right there before him. It was not something Jason was concerned with, nor was he worried about anything else. Nothing except that his mother was now truly gone.
The one who cared for him most throughout his life. Who guided and loved him while everyone else shunned and hated him. The shining light in an existence of darkness had vanished completely. Her head had been smashed, eliminating the last remnants of her physically on this Earth. With it, his mother's voice had faded as well. No longer did Jason have his mother to guide him and tell him what came next. Because of that, he had no idea what at all to do. Jason was lost, his purpose no longer as plainly defined for him as it once was.
So the question was left; what should he do now? He had been standing at that lakeside trying to figure it out but with no answer in sight. At least, not until...
"Hi there."
Jason instantly turned around and looked up at a higher spot of ground behind him. The slasher was surprised to find what looked to be a woman standing nearby, holding something familiar.
"Found something of yours," the woman said as she raised Jason's machete in front of her and lightly swung it. "Thought you might want it back."
Jason said nothing but instead tilted his head slightly to the side.
"You look like quite the camper," the woman said with a smile. "Are you a happy camper like me?"
Again Jason did not answer but instead looked on at the woman. Or at least who looked to be a woman.
"Oh, where are my manners?" she said. "My name's Angela. Angela Baker... and I've got a feeling we're gonna be really good campmates."
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