A/N:okay, sorry but for the record I don't own X-MEN:Evolution or the Friday the 13th series. And Jean & Sgt. Hawk are dead.
Friday the 13th:Surviving Ironback
Back at the girls' cabin in which the teens were taking refuge, there had settled an eerie pseudo-silence. The only sounds were the nervous breathing of the x-men and humans, lance's foot gently tapping on the floor, and Todd saying Hail Marys as he desperately clutched at his rosary. It was pretty quiet, but in the woods, especially when you're afraid, sounds seem louder. Finally, Scott couldn't take it anymore. He turned to the rock-tumbler.
"WOULD YOU STOP THAT?"
Eleven of the other twelve kids in the room stared at him in shock(Todd was still mesmerized by his crucifix). Scott Summers, Mr. Cool Calm Collected, Senor Stick-Up-His-Ass, had completely freaked and was ranting and raving about toe-tapping and sitting here inactive. But nobody expected any different; even though she dated Duncan Matthews, it was common knowledge that Jean and Scott had a thing on the side. She didn't love him, either of them, but the two boys were head over heals and totally wrapped around her fingers. He loved her, even if she was a cold, calculating bitch.
"WHAT ARE WE DOING, JUST WAITING FOR HIM TO COME TO US? I REFUSE TO BE SERVED TO THAT MANIAC LIKE AN EASTER HAM! JASON IS GOING DOWN!"
Finally, Todd was snapped out of his trance. He looked at Scott as if the older teen had just punched him in the gut. He felt as if those words had smacked him upside his head, so that's what he did to Scott. A resounding THWACK echoed throughout the cabin(Behold the power of the BITCH-SLAP!). Lance began to rub his temples; this was gonna get ugly…
Todd spoke very calmly. "Shut up. He'll hear you. And as much as I hate to say it, Sgt. Hawk and Red are a lost cause. They're gone for good, yo, but we're still here. Get over it, would you?"
Scott was almost as red as his glasses with surprise and embarrassment. He sat down on the cot next to Evan and sighed. What had he been thinking? God, he was stressed out. After all, they were being pursued by a killer, not to mention he almost lost his ear.
Suddenly, something Todd had said came back to him: He'll hear you…What if he led him right to them?
(:P)Outside the cabin…
'Those silly kids led you right to them! Don't you just love it when they get scared and make it easy?'
Jason nodded to the voice in his head that he was convinced was his mother, heading towards the cabin in which the thirteen remaining kids were taking refuge.
(:P)Back in the cabin…
Evan was really on edge; he was a super powered teen! Why should he be scared? But he was. The girls were crying(except Rogue, but he didn't consider her a girl) and Pietro was actually looking worried. There was the sound of a twig snapping outside the door.
"Man, did you hear that?", he said moving away from the door. He backed away slowly, putting more distance between him and the cabin's entrance. The air became thick; Evan's breathing grew heavy and the only sound was his still faster heartbeat as he was forced to stop with his back to the window. The incredibly frightened others followed his gaze to the solid oak door that was currently their only protection. Scott stood up with his hands on his glasses, ready to fight, not caring who knew his secret at this point.
There was a fearful scream and a crash of glass as Jason came leaping through the window, knocking Evan to the floor. He cried out in panic as his own entrails were torn from his squirming body, and the tears fell from his eyes until he was no more.
Crystal Lake's most unhappy camper rammed his machete into Evan's sternum, spreading his ribs in a manner usually reserved for lobster tail. It made a sickening crunch worse than any cockroach stepped on in the history of man or mutant kind. The others could only look on in sheer horror as their friend was slaughtered like a lamb.
Jason looked up from his bloody work and, though they couldn't see, he was smiling behind his hockey mask.
Finally, Kitty shrieked, bringing everyone back to their senses. Eleven of them managed to run out the door, but Kurt, from the shock of seeing his best friend murdered, could only gape at the monstrous "man" before him.
Jason let out a heavy sigh at the little German boy, grabbing him. Kurt came around and tried to get away, but the behemoth grabbed him. He just stood there for a moment; Jason was surprised to find that Kurt had a long, blue, furry tail.
The boy couldn't believe this was happening to him, but then, no one ever thinks it will happen to them. It always happens to someone else, a friend of a friend, or some nerdy kid no one will miss. But this is the real world, and in the real world, this could happen to you:
Jason held Kurt in the air by his tail, and with one quick slice and a blood-curdling scream, removed it from his body. Kurt writhed on the floor in agony, holding on to the bleeding stump that was formerly his tail. Jason examined the now blood-stained appendage with wonder. It was long and blue, with beautiful, soft fur and a spade end. What was this guy?
'Jason, it's a demon! He's come for you! Take it down! NOW!'(Friday the 13th:Jason Goes to Hell)
Jason wasn't very bright; he didn't have his mommy's brains, so he depended on her to help him make many vital decisions. If she said it was a demon, she was probably right.
He held the detached tail in both hands and snapped it like a belt. He moved in on the still blubbering boy and wrapped his tail around his neck, squeezing with malice in his heart. He was a bad, bad person that his mother said had to go, and Mommy was always right. Jason strangled him good and hard, but he just wouldn't give in. Kurt was screaming in German that it couldn't end like this, he was only sixteen! He begged for God to help him, even though he was choking. Everything was getting dark, but he insisted on fighting. Finally, he managed to break free of the hockey-masked maniac. Kurt tried to port away, but he'd lost a lot of blood and ended up falling on his face. He rolled over and looked his assailant square in the face with wide-eyed terror.
Jason stood over him, machete in hand. The demon was gonna get it; he had to, 'cause
Mommy said he was bad. After a quick survey of the look on his fearful face, he ripped into Kurt's abdomen. The boy gasped in pain, tried to scream, but couldn't, another wound afflicted… Jason, just for the fun of it, made several small superficial cuts across the silently weeping boy's chest. He did it slowly, savoring the look of fear on the little German boy's face.
'Okay, that's enough, dear. We wouldn't want the others to get too far, now, would we?'
Jason made one last deep cut across Kurt's throat with enough force to sever both carotid arteries and damage his spinal cord. He was practically decapitated, but not quite. He flicked some of the blood from his beloved blade and moved on.
(:P)Out in the woods…
And so, eleven remained. Eleven teenagers, terrified out of their minds by a sadistic killer, with no rescue in sight. How would they get out of this? Yes, the X-men and the brotherhood had their powers, but could they stop stand up to this madman? Furthermore, could they risk using them in front of humans? Am I being to pretentious here? Why the FUCK am I asking you?
Even Freddy was scared. Not for himself; no blade could penetrate his skin. It was for the safety of his friends that Freddy feared. Toad was his best friend and he didn't know what he'd do if he couldn't talk to his little buddy.
Pietro, on the other hand, wasn't taking things seriously at all. As always, he figured he could just zip off if Jason got to close. In the meantime, he'd see if he could get some vulnerable tail out of all the mess. Taryn seemed to be closest to the edge, so Pietro decided he could use his acting skills to seem scared, lonely and to have accepted his mortality. No girl wants to die a virgin, right?
It was a shame to have lost his rival, of course. No one deserved to die like Evan had. Deep down inside him(though he'd never admit it), Pietro was actually kinda depressed about it.
After they'd ran for a couple of minutes and he'd gotten bored, Pietro decided to bring up a very important matter.
"Where's that foreign kid?", he said, pretending to be out of breath.
The remaining kids stopped. Indeed, no one knew if Kurt had made it out. After a little debate, though, the current survivors thought it best to cut their losses and make a fire by the lake. Out in the open so they could see Jason coming. Unfortuneately, on the way to the lake they found the remains of Jean and Sgt. Hawk, and Lance really wished he'd remembered to grab the shotgun.
A/N: BODY COUNT: FOUR(4); #3 Evan Jaquin Daniels, disembowled. #4 Kurt Rudolf Wagner, throat slit. REST IN PIECES. More to come! Thanks are due to:
Guidacarta Della Sorella, L'ang-Sans-Ailes, Silverwitch07, and White0Orchid.
