Micheal had started cleaning his nails with his knife, something that drove the others up the wall. Very few ever noticed Myers hands were obsessively clean unless he had just diced someone up. A left over compulsion from his time in the asylum with Dr. Loomis they assumed.
At the moment though anything would have driven them bat shit. They had been stuck waiting on a plane that was over an hour late to get there. What was worse they were in a small private airstrip so there was nothing to do and no one to stalk and kill. They'd been forced to deal with each other's company without even the benefit of booze.
A kill schedule was programmed into the very fiber of their beings. So when killing wasn't being done they were somewhat adrift and forced to figure out how to exist in real life while possessing psychotic minds that made them deviants and outcasts.
That same instinct drew them together like a pride of lions. Because they hunted the same prey didn't mean they were buxom buddies. It did mean they got to practice a little more about various ways to feed their blood lusts and most found it good enough to be among others who were as deadly as they.
"Why the Hell do I have to be here? I got better shit to do." Freddy grumbled.
Ghost Face glared at him but with the mask on it went right over Krugers head. "I thought we should introduce ourselves together." That said he whipped out his phone for about the 300th time and began tapping a messages into it.
Jason reached up and scratched his bald head. He wasn't pleasant at the best of times and this shit seemed like it was going to be a pain in the ass. They were hosting a foreigner. Some countess that Ghost Face claimed was distantly related to him.
It had sounded like a nice easy slay to him if she caught his eye since he was between counselors right now. He was usually bad tempered when summer had run away for the season and Crystal Lake and it's surrounding camps was empty.
She'd be far from home staying at a house they claimed as their lair in between killing sprees. If she had no family so much the better. He chose to stay silent for a moment. Most people thought he was too dumb to talk but he had only to dryly point out he had screamed for help just fine while he'd been drowning.
The actual reason he wasn't a talker was drowning did shit for your vocal chords and his were practically falling apart on top of all the damage his body had taken thanks to his victims. There always seemed to be one lucky bastard or bitch who got a good blow in. So he tried to save his voice. When he did speak it was deep and gravelly and of such low tones you would be tempted to look at the ground to see if Hell was getting ready to open up.
Micheal finally spoke up pointing his knife briefly at Ghost Face. His voice was soft and easy on the ears. Like Jason however he didn't employ it much. In the asylums he had been in, talking had led to unpleasant treatments so he simply stopped. He chose to Ignore Loomis and nearly drove the doctor mad in the process. He had cracked Loomis like an old crab refusing to break to his constant treatments to teach Micheal how he should and should not feel. Since it wasn't Halloween yet he was loosening up his pipes.
"This princess..." Myers began.
"Countess." Ghost face said still rapidly tapping buttons on his phone.
"Okay, this Countess, how long are we supposed to babysit her?"
Of course when Freddy came from the dream world none of them had to speak because Freddie never shut up.
"You can bet I ain't bowing and kissin' her ass and bringing her tea and crumpets. She pull a mega royal bitch on me I'll fuck her up and send her back to England in pieces...or wherever the fuck she's from." Freddie broke in.
There was a noise and Fred glanced up squinting in the dark. What the hell kind of small plane flew in the dark? Leather face was tapping his foot again and that tap tap tapping was pissing Freddie off. He'd already told Leather face twice to stop stomping his goddamn boot but the fat fuck had the attention span of a fly.
"Romania." Ghost face muttered. Freddie turned a jaundiced eye on him
"'What was that ass wipe?"
"You know, Transylvania?" Micheal said putting his butcher knife away watching as the plane pulled in.
"She gonna suck my blood?" now Freddy perked up slightly. Ghost face reluctantly put his phone up and threw is hands in the air.
"I don't know! I never met her! I hacked into Sydney's Ancestry account and played around with it. Thought it might be someone new to mess with. Lotta people wisen' up and we're gettin' a bit thin on victims around here. Call block, should be called cock block." He managed to appear sulky under the mask.
"Maybe you are." Freddie taunted him " Some of us have the privilege to have haunts people can't escape from. We never run out!"
They didn't get a chance to get into an argument because the plane was pulling up and stopping. Ghost face promised himself he'd take twenty of his phones and hide them in Freddie's his car and room and set the alarms to go off in five minute intervals. See how he liked that shit.
The pilot got down and hurried to the back of the plane wrestling out three bags.
"Goddammit. That stuff ain't going in my ride." Freddie muttered glaring. The dream demon was able to conjure up pretty much any ride he wanted but heeding some bizarre impulse he had chosen the car his bones had been hidden in. The paint job was stellar with lots of spiky and studded accessorizes on it in case he chose to cruise after his dreamers in the car to run them over instead of some other scary way to torment them.
When it wasn't in the dream world he drove it around for transportation here and he was a pain in the ass about it. Jason was of the mind maybe Freddie should marry the damn thing. Even thought was fleeting thought because Jason didn't care about Kruegar's muscle car. Since he didn't drive he didn't really care at all about cars in general except to avoid being rundown by them.
Freddie was definitely a man who liked variety in his kills. Hence why he and Jason seemed to get along well now that they had set their differences aside. He was brutal with a nasty humor.
Despite this anything that threatened to scratch his punked up muscle car on this side of the waking world he automatically kept far away. Like a mother fighting off viscous predators from her cubs. Though it couldn't be seen most of the others rolled their eyes unsurprised. It wasn't the damage, Freddie could fix it in the blink of an eye. It was what he saw as disrespect.
"Leather face can take it in his truck. Right Bubba?" Jason asked. Leather face nodded trying to strain to see this countess from a far away land. He had never seen a Countess. Or a prince or a princess...well Seeing Megan and her husband on the TV didn't count. Still being from Texas he had seen a lot of rich stuck up folks and had eaten a few them finding them a bit too tuff for his tastes. Never royalty though. He imagined they tasted rich.
Finally the door was opened and mousy young woman stepped up wearing the drabbest looking clothes they had ever seen. She looked like she had raided a goodwill with the intent to dress as badly as possible.
"That's her?" Micheal sounded a little disappointed. Jason had to agree he hadn't expected anything particular. Most people tended to look the same to him especially at night which was when he usually prowled for victims. If they were screwing they definitely looked all the same from every angle.
The woman waved at them then turned her attention to the door. They stood frozen watching as a balloon of cloth appeared. It began pressing in and out seeimg to breathe. They realized someone inside was pushing it trying to get it through the door which was completely blocked now. The more it was pushed through the more the cloth ballooned out.
The plane looked very much like it giving birth or maybe just vomiting satin, lace, and petticoats. Jason began snickering. He had always kept his sense of humor from when he was a kid. Not that hardly anyone saw it.
The mess of cloth finally popped through and a head and shoulders were visible with a mass of curls and braids topping it. The mess looked like some Disney princess had gone to a hair stylist then jumped on a coaster for a few spins.
Jason gave up and turned to stagger away a couple of steps laughing though it hurt his vocal chords. That had to be hands up the funniest thing he had ever seen next to Freddie getting so drunk they had been able to put bows and little fluffy toys on his hat without him noticing. He had gone to meet up with his victims still wearing that shit.
His rage had been biblical. Still funny as shit.
Micheal glanced behind him then dismissed Jason who was catching his breath and stepping up again to view this mess they had agreed to host.
"Oh please, what the...the fuck am I looking at?" Freddie asked placing his hands on his hip curling is mouth in disgust. He gave up his night for this shit? He cocked his head.
"What's all over her face?" Micheal asked. The woman's face was literally painted white. There appeared to be red spots painted on her cheeks and her eyes were outlined with heavy kohl. She paused a moment for the other woman to attempt to straighten out the woman's hair and gown. It was obviously that this was servant and master.
"Make up?" Ghost face said pulling his phone up to take pictures.
"Maybe she's a clown." Jason said getting the urge to double over laughing again. He almost had it under control when Leather face chose that minute to pitch in. Another rare talker in their group and his timing was always awful.
"I think she was in Star Wars." Leather face said softly scratching his mask and adjusting his cowboy hat.
That was it. Jason and Micheal actually had to lean on each other. They couldn't contain their mirth and they howled like a couple of hyenas on laughing gas. Ghost face had started giggling the high pitch laugh he had still taking pictures. Even Freddie was laughing though it was geared more toward Leather face who glared at him.
"Star Wars? Star Wars are you shitting me?" Freddie grinned at him nastily "Do you got any of the widdle action figurines? Maybe some fluffy Ewoks? Don't tell me...you sleep with a baby yoda."
