Friday the 13th:Surviving Ironback

Lance fell to his knees at the edge of a bush, beginning to hyperventilate. He always acted like the tough guy, but he wasn't what he seemed. He got airsick, he liked fluffy bunnies and blood made him queasy. This was just too much for him. They X-Men and the BoM were supposed to be enemies but he would never wish anything like this on them, or himself.

With a heave and a sickening splatter, Lance vomited at the base of the bush, silently cursing Mystique for forcing them to go on this stupid trip. He cursed Professor Xavier for endorsing the camp, he cursed the school board for approving the excursion, he cursed the fiend that hunted them, and he cursed himself for being a coward.

No one laughed as he wiped his mouth; they were disgusted, too. Who wouldn't be? Before them lay the mangled remains of Jean and Sgt. Hawk.

The fire was already going, though the sun was barely set. The others were no longer discussing ways to beat Jason, but possible means of escape. The obvious was to head for the gates, but they were miles away from anywhere, and they might be easier pickings on the highway. They had already discovered the only vehicles on the premises wrecked, so driving was out.

Todd had come out of his trance long enough to reveal he knew all there was to know about Jason's killings. He never killed any day of the year except for Friday the 13th. The best they could hope for was to elude him till the sun rose in ten hours. Then, the remaining kids would be safe. Traumatized, but safe.

This was insane. Scott wept, silently and bitterly. He was usually one to use his head, but this was a time of action. He couldn't stand it any longer. He didn't care what it took; he would avenge his love. With one final motion, he left the fireside's protective glow. No one stopped him. Paul gazed after him with tears in his eyes.

Pietro watched him stalk away with a bittersweet feeling. True, there was going to be one less x-geek, and he could use this time to his advantage: with Scott giving himself to Jason, the monster would be far off and he'd have safe quality time to get into Taryn's pants! But it was still depressing to think about a guy giving up like that. Oh well!

He snuggled closer to Taryn, whimpering a little for effect. She was much obliged. The girl wrapped her arms tight around him, looking into his ocean-blue eyes. With a subtle jerk of his head, Pietro beckoned her to follow him, and the two rose, heading in the opposite direction from Scott.

"Morons", Lance whispered dejectedly. Rogue looked at him.

"What?"

"I said they're morons. Scott's just gonna throw his life away like that, and Pietro's taking the opportunity to fuck some random cheerleader. Of those three, none of them will survive."

Rogue nodded sadly, knowing that Lance spoke the truth.

(:P)Off in the woods…

Scott knew what he was doing would be suicide by the hands of another. But if that was how it would go down, so be it.

Jean… Oh God. How did they get themselves into these messes? They were alone. Jean had been the only one who could've contacted the Professor. Now they were completely screwed. They'd have to fight it out.

He felt so hopeless, angry… alone. Scott was filled with a rage he could no longer contain. He began to yell at the top of his lungs.

"Where are you? SHOW YOURSELF!", he bellowed. He knew he was being watched and it angered him further that the object of his fury was lurking in the shadows, probably laughing at him.

Scott fired an optic blast into the forest. He let out a primal scream, fired in another direction.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He fired again. "You killed Jean! She had a future, DAMMIT! HER WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF HER!" He fired twice more.

'Oh, that's so sad. Be a dear and send him to be with his little whore, would you, darling?'

Jason id as his mother asked and charged at Scott. The young mutant dodged him, firing an optic blast at his attacker's chest. Jason was knocked back and into a tree, dropping his knife. Scott, wailing again, grabbed it and lunged at the masked maniac. He wan't fast enough, though. Jason stopped him with a punch to his throat and took back the blade.

That was it. No one ever touched his knife. This kid- or whatever the hell he was- was going down.

With a mighty swing, he brought it down and took Scott's head clean off. Blood sprayed from the arteries in his neck as he fell to the ground, and then he was no more.

(:P)On the opposite end of the woods…

Taryn giggled as the speed demon kissed her neck. In all the excitement she could almost completely forget about the silent stalker. That's why she had to continue, to go all the way. The less she thought about it, the better she felt. And Pietro was such a good kisser.

She could tell where they were going, now. Pietro was leading her to the boy's cabin. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to be getting laid at a time like this, but to hell with it. Tonight was the night her virginity would go from technical to nonexistent.

"Oh, Pietro…", she moaned as he lifted her in his arms, suckling her neck. He closed the door behind them and laid her on a cot. He kneeled below her, taking off his shirt. She put her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair and kissing him passionately.

"Taryn", he hissed, running a hand up her thigh. He was thrusting at her now; he couldn't help it. She whipped off her shirt and he unhooked her bra with expert precision.

Things progressed rapidly, and soon the pair was in heaven.(Only metaphorically, of course) They were desperately fucking to forget their troubles, as teens so often do, not thinking of the consequences.

Taryn let out a particularly loud moan as Pietro plunged deeper into her. He was beginning to reach climax. He himself started to moan, still clinging to her center, and quickened his pace.

Taryn was amazed. A lot of her friends had told her Pietro was in the closet. However, there were no longer any doubts in her mind that the snow-haired angel now taking her virginity was straight. She had never felt this good!

"OH, GOD, PIETRO!" She screamed his name and arched her back. This was just too much for the speed demon. One of his powers was endurance, but he couldn't bear it. He pressed in as far as he could, gasping for breath as his seed filled her.

And that was pretty much it. They had been there for almost an hour. Exhausted as they were, they never even heard him outside the door.

Oh, yes… Jason had seen the whole thing. He had no choice; it was practically a rule that sluts died. Leaning against the side of the cabin were a canoe and two oars. He picked one up and broke it over his knee. He threw away the shorter end and prepared for his dance. Creeping up to the window next to their cot, he knew exactly what he would do. Jason had killed in this manner many times. He tensed his muscles, waiting for the right moment.

Pietro and Taryn were in a crumpled mess on the cot, breathing heavily. He still hadn't pulled out yet. She still had her arms around him. Both were on the verge of sleep.

Outside there was a twig snapping. Taryn shot up under him, fear taking an icy grip on her. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!"

'That's your cue, dear.'

Jason smashed through the window, not being able to help but think this was familiar. Taryn screamed and held onto Pietro tighter. She didn't want to die, but now she knew she would. Jason rammed the broken oar into them, spearing them to the cot and preventing escape.

'I was wrong?' was all Pietro could think as the blood drained from him. He thought he was fast enough. He thought he could get away, but no one can run from death.Thanks to his mutation, he was dying much quicker than Taryn, leaving her alone. Barely a minute passed before he was dead, still on top of her.

Taryn could only gasp in pain and horror from the weight of her dead lover. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. She could only look at the face of death. The poster boy for slaughter, Jason Voorhees, and wish that she had listened to her mother. Then everything went black.

'Good job, sweetie. Now let's go scare the ones that think they've gotten away!'

Jason nodded in agreement and headed for the campfire where the remaining survivors were staying.

A/N: BODY COUNT: SEVEN(7): #5 Scott Sebastian Summers, decapitated. #6 Pieto Klaus Maximoff & Taryn Angela Watson, impaled. REST IN PIECES! Thanks are due to amanosferatu. Thank you for the hug-offer. Don't worry, I'm already schizophrenic, but I am also physically ill at the moment and I wouldn't want you catching it. Seriously, I've got cooties, so sorry for the delay in updating. Toodles! I mean, Toddles!