Friday the 13th:Survivng Ironback
Kitty was already sitting, still crying lightly, as Storm bandaged the gash on her leg. She was in some discomfort, but she'd live. Freddy helped Rogue and Lance to their feet inside the X-Jet, not realizing what had just happened. Rogue yelped out in pain again.
"You all right, Rogue?", he said, worried.
"Ah think the sonofa bitch broke mah arm!", she replied. She winced.
Professor Xavier rolled up to them, urgently. "Thank goodness you're ok, but please; how many survived?" Lance answered him.
"Just us and Todd…TODD! Sweet mother of MOTORHEAD! WHERE THE FUCK IS TODD?", he said in a panic.
(:P)Directly to the left of where the X-Jet was parked…
Wolverine barked out in pain and lost his breath as Jason threw him into the trunk of a tree. The large oak splintered and toppled behind him. Jason stalked up to him, raising his machete, ready to strike, only to have the machete kicked out of his hands by a Toad with nothing to lose.
'Will wonders never cease? The little boy's trying to fight you'
Wolverine was shocked to say the least but he didn't waste time mulling it over: with a powerful jab he stabbed Jason in the chest again. The pain only momentarily distracted Jason. He pushed the feral mutant away, flinging him across the clearing, before picking up his beloved blade and moving on to more annoying prey.
'Show him, son; nobody messes with my boy'
Todd miraculously hopped out of the way of a furious swipe at his head in the nick of time. But Jason wouldn't have it; enough screwing around! He didn't need to fuck with their heads! He moved with a supernatural speed and grabbed Todd by his shirt collar. The teen landed a powerful two-legged kick square in Jason's chest, knocking him back a good twenty feet.
"WOLVERINE! LET'S MOVE IT, YO!", he called out, leaping towards the Jet.
Jason was pissed. Who the hell did this kid think he was? In an extreme rage he summoned up a burst of speed only previously exhibited by the likes of Pietro and pulled Todd back down the steps by the back of his shirt.
"TODD!", Lance screamed as his friend was yanked away from safety.
Professor Xavier could only gape at the hockey mask he saw.
Jason pushed Todd up against a tree trunk with malice; this kid thought he could get away? It was outrageous to think someone could be so arrogant!
And then Jason did something he never did: he punched Todd in the face. Just a full-on bare-knuckle blow to the boy's left eye. He even surprised himself with the act. Usually he stuck to the wetworks, but this hit had been more satisfying than any previous slaughter.
Todd slumped down the trunk, blood streaking his cheek, but he recovered at top speed.
'Thank you, Duncan Matthews', he thought as he kicked Jason's legs out from under him. He got up quickly, jumping on the madman's chest full- force until he heard ribs cracking, then hopped urgently away. But our unlikely hero wasn't fast enough.
Jason flailed his arm wildly, hoping he would hit flesh, and he did. With a sickening sound like a deli meat slicer, he left a big gash between Todd's shoulder and neck from where he lay on the ground.
Todd was so full of adrenaline he didn't even notice and hopped back to the jet, bleeding like a stuck pig.
(:P)A clearing some distance away…
Wolverine got up with a grimace. He could hardly believe what was happening; he'd never been hit this hard or felt so fatigued. Jason was definitely inhuman, and this was really him. Back in 1994, SHIELD had tracked down the big lug. Logan had been brought in just in case as protection for the agents orchestrating the mission. He'd seen the guy blown away with a rocket launcher, but this was him alright. He recognized the scent.
Jason pushed himself up from the ground; like he was going to let a few broken ribs stop him. The silent stalker ran on after the one who had knocked him down, but he didn't get that far.
"Lookin' fer someone, bub?", said Wolverine, unleashing his claws with their trademark 'snikkt'.
'Ooooh, I remember him! You owe this one, son; kill him where he stands', Mrs. Voorhees commanded, her voice dripping with hatred.
Wolverine lunged at the legendary killer, letting out a primal yell as he tore into him with his claws. Jason pulled the mutant's claws out of his own chest, throwing him like a rag doll. He held down the tenacious feral man, cutting him deeply in the abdomen. Wolverine pushed him off, hitting him square in the jaw with one hand and knocking his weapon away with the other. Now unarmed, Jason would be forced to fight Wolverine hand to hand. Wolverine was counting on this, but not on the fact that Jason was nearly impervious to pain.
Jason grabbed Wolverine by his arm, pulling it out of its socket. Wolverine let out a girlish yelp of pain that seemed rather out of character for him, swinging at the behemoth with his good arm to no avail.
'That's right Sweetie! Take him down! REMEMBER WHAT THEY DID TO ME! TO YOU! THEY LET YOU DROWN, HONEY! DON'T LET THEM FORGET!'
Jason swung at Wolverine with renewed rage, his fist making contact with the feral mutant's face. Wolverine was momentarily knocked back in a slight daze; Jason had struck him right between the eyes. He shook it off as best as he could, only taking his eyes off the silent stalker for a second, but that was enough.
While Wolverine was recovering from the blow, Jason scoured the grass for his beloved blade. And finally, after what seemed like forever, he found what he was searching for: the famous machete that had slain at least one hundred in his hands. He held it up in the moonlight and watched the leftover blood from a previous attack flowing down to the guard, then turned to his foe and kicked him viciously in the ribcage.
Wolverine played up his pain as his adamantium skeleton protected him from such an attack. Then, while Jason was enjoying the 'pain' he had caused, Wolverine struck out with his good arm and sliced off the monstrous legend's leg halfway up the shin. It was a dirty trick, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Jason flailed his arms, lost his balance and landed with a thud. Wolverine fell upon him with a primal yell, more of grief than anger. He retracted his claws, at this point preferring his fists.
"THIS IS FOR SCOTT!"
He punched him in the face.
"THIS IS FOR THE ELF!"
He hit him in his abdomen.
"THIS IS FOR SPYKE!"
He struck Jason across his face again.
"THIS IS FOR EVERYONE YOU'VE EVER HURT, YOU FREAK!"
He landed another one in a very painful place for a man.
"And this is for me, bub", he said coldly as a 'snikkt' sounded out in the silence of the forest.
With a final slash, Wolverine beheaded a vicious creature that would not die, perhaps putting off more deaths for a little bit, then headed for the X-Jet.
(:P)During the altercation…
Todd hopped like a man possessed, finding his way to what was hopefully safety. He swiftly dodged around trees, freaking out on adrenaline, until he saw it: the SR77 Blackbird.
With a sigh of relief he ascended the stairs to meet his friends and enemies.
"TODD!", a tearstained Lance called out in disbelief. "You're alive! Thank Lemmy, you're alive!"
"Still worshipping metal bands as Gods, yo?", he said, and he laughed.
Storm, Rogue, Kitty, Freddy, Lance and the Professor were unbelievably grateful to see him but Storm gasped at the bloody tear in his shirt. When asked how on earth he had managed to get here alive with such a wound, all Todd could reply was:
"What wound, yo?"
And with that, he keeled over from blood loss.
A/N:Well, that's…not quite it…I could never kill off Todd, even as a martyr. The next update will be the 'Final Chapter' of Surviving Ironback. All will be revealed, but that doesn't necessarily mean the end of Jason, as anyone who has seen the movies knows: You can't keep a vengeful Voorhees down. You'll see…
Oh yeah! Coming to a computer near you!
