Friday the 13th:Surviving Ironback
Those whom had survived thus far huffed and puffed, putting what they thought was more distance between them and Jason. Not all of them were making much progress, unfortunately; Kitty's leg was slashed pretty badly and Lance was supporting her as they ran. Todd hopped franticly beside Rogue. They called for Rocky and his Pretty Kitty to hurry the fuck up. Freddy finally got sick of it and scooped her up to carry her. This seemed to jar her memory.
"The Professor- he's coming. Wolverine and Storm too. All we gotta do is make it another hour, tops", she said from Freddy's arms.
She made it sound so easy…
Paul, the only human left, stayed far ahead of the rest. He figured the further behind, the closer to Jason and the better a target. Paul was a coward and an emo bastard at that. He'd always whined to Scott about how he was going to kill himself, but it was all talk. He didn't want to die! He just wanted the attention! From Scott. Gorgeous Scott…
Lost in thought and distress, Paul barely noticed how far ahead of the others he was.
(:P)Somewhere ahead of Paul…
It was the strangest thing, really. Ever since he first rose from his shallow, watery grave in 1981, Jason Voorhees had the uncanny ability to end up somewhere ahead of his intended victims when they thought they had left him far behind. He did it on purpose, to toy with them. When people were around him he moved pretty slowly so they ran instead of accepting their fate. But when under cover of darkness he moved with a supernatural speed and silence. The speed of vengeance. The silence of death.
'Ok, hun, that's enough preachy banter for one chapter.'
As if Goddess herself was responding to Mrs. Voorhees' silent remark, a bolt of lightning came crashing down far too close to her precious son for comfort. The Mother-Son duo got back to work, pretending nothing had happened.
The plan was to ambush the group at a clearing not far ahead. There were only six left and they probably wouldn't arrive for ten minutes; he'd have himself a short, well deserved rest before making quick work of the sinful brats. He sat on a large boulder, tapping his toes to the Oreo jingle and wiping the blood off of his machete with his blue flannel shirt.
This rare moment of peace for Jason was rudely interrupted by the panting of a tall blonde boy.
'I'm surprised to see prey so quickly! This kid must be on the track team!'
Paul was also surprised. Surprised to see a psychopathic killer right in front of him when he thought he'd left him so far behind. He responded well, though, doing what anyone in the same circumstances would have done.
He screeched into the night air like a little girl and ran the other way.
Jason, thoroughly annoyed at this particular distraction, leapt from his seat using the aforementioned supernatural speed. He grabbed the latest victim by his throat, pointing his machete down like a dagger and raising his arm high above his head.
'Did you hear the way he shrieked? Honestly, some people have no manners.'
Of course Paul squirmed for his life, but one would hardly call it a fight. He was, by all means, a complete and total wuss. He gurgled in an attempt for sympathy, but all bets were off; I mean, come on! This is Jason Fucking Voorhees we're talking about…
He brought down the machete damn near effortlessly, Paul ear-splittingly squealing as it tore into his chest. The blade sunk deep, twisting, retracting from the flesh; he flailed his arms about, begging to be spared and crying for his mother. Jason struck him again, cracking the boy's ribs open without any trouble whatsoever, puncturing his lungs and grazing his heart. His screams grew quieter now. Jason stabbed him, one more time, just to be sure; he twisted it in Paul's guts a final time, savoring it, and the boy was no more.
Anticipating the rest of his intended victims, he disappeared into the shadows.
(:P)Onboard the X-Jet…
Professor Xavier shivered nervously. He couldn't believe he hadn't delved deeper into the background of this hellhole! Now some of his students were probably dead, and it was his fault.
Also onboard were, of course, Storm and Wolverine. He'd filled them in on what he could get from Kitty's mind, preparing them for an intense rescue mission. He also told them about the casualties that had been suffered. Needless to say, Storm had been devastated.
"What's the enemy look like, Chuck?", Logan asked with a vicious expression. He was really getting sick of outliving his friends.
"He's about 6'3", 250 lbs. and wearing a hockey mask. The kids seem to think it's the famous Jason Voorhees."
They gasped, almost comically. The legend was well known so close to 'Camp Blood', as it was nick-named. The supposedly unstoppable behemoth had been terrorizing campers since 1980. The death toll allegedly reached over one hundred. He'd even been reported to have murdered at least seventeen people in Manhattan, of all places, but if the mythology was to be believed…
"But, Chuck; he was blown to smithereens with a rocket launcher in 1994. SHIELD undertook that hit personally… I was there."
The Professor nodded grimly.
"Yes, but he's also been reported as having amazing regenerative powers. It could be possible that he's come back. Or it could be another copycat killer, like in 1985."
Storm could only shake with rage. What the hell? This balding son of a bitch had sent her nephew and the other students to the scene of at least eighty murders, unprotected, and now he was just discussing the killer's powers as if he was a new recruit! They had unwittingly gone like lambs to the slaughter. It was completely senseless! There was no point to their deaths! Outside the jet, the sky shook with thunder and lightning, reflecting her mood. How the fuck was she supposed to explain this to her sister?
Oh well; at least here she had a chance for revenge.
(:P)Back on the ground…
Nobody was left but the mutants, now. Lance had lost sight of Summers' friend a while ago and that meant he was probably dead. He hoped to God that Kitty was right about the elder X-Men coming on a rescue mission. This was getting fucking ridiculous!
Once again, they heard screams and changed directions. They ran this time.
"Ah, man; we're gonna dah!", Rogue gasped out. Her southern accent was coming back thicker by the minute. Her voice was pure cracker. "Ther's no way out! It's not lahk the X-Jet is jest gonna come outta nowhere an' git us!"
Just at that moment, there was a predominant 'whoosh' and the leaves parted above them like the red sea. The X-Jet had, in fact, come out of nowhere to get them. It landed, the hatch-stairs opened, and Wolverine came out in full battle gear. For some reason he had expected the BoM to fight him. But as he took a survey of the scene stretched out before him his look softened from a snarl to an expression of sympathy.
The air was so thick with the smell of fear that he nearly passed out.
There stood five kids- no. They weren't kids anymore, they had seen too much. Kitty cried lightly in Freddy's arms, her leg still bleeding from her brush with death; Freddy seemed unnaturally wired for himself, and the blood splattered on his overalls was a good enough excuse for anyone; Lance was pretty shaky, too, but he did his best to hide it; Todd was a whole other story. The usually mousy boy was standing straight; his senses open to the forest around him and anything lurking in it. Todd stood slightly in front of the others, protectively, with a look of stern conviction on his face; he wouldn't let anything happen to them.
Rogue cried tears of joy as she hugged him, knowing she'd be safe. "Oh, Logan! Sugah, ya got no idea how happy Ah am ta see ya!"
"Get in", he said simply, and they complied. Todd stood aside to let the others in first.
Wolverine growled as he scented the air. It was someone he recognized, but it smelled kinda…dead? Oh God. "MOVE!", he bellowed, pushing Freddy and Kitty up the stairs.
SNIKKT
His claws came out and he readied himself but he wasn't fast enough. Jason brushed by him with ease, grabbing Rogue's arm. She let out a yelp of pain as the bones cracked. Shocked that the bastard had gotten by him, Wolverine sunk his claws into Jason's chest and the monster immediately dropped the southern bell. She scrambled up the steps of the jet after Lance, both whimpering.
The battle that followed was one of titanic proportions.
A/N: BODY COUNT: TEN(10): #10 Paul Michael Mallone; disemboweled. REST IN PIECES! I know I took forever to come up with this chapter, but I finished it a few days ago. When I tried to login, I got a systems error report with a link to tech-support. In short, sooooo not my fault. Anyway, I'm really sorry for descending into camp at Paul's death scene but I really needed to brighten the fic up somehow, soon second thought: NO APOLOGIES! How about those cliffhangers? Hi Joni-kun! Luvv, Fenrir's Daughter
