A/N:Here's another chapter.
After the whole bounty hunter debacle, I decided to stay near the city. I doubted that anybody seeking the bounty on my head would look so close to the city. Still, to be safe, I spent most of the night relatively hidden in a ditch. I ripped a few shrubs from the ground, and covered myself with them, almost like a blanket.
Tiredness tugged at the corners of my mind, which was odd, but I didn't think about it at the time. I hadn't felt tired before, so it didn't make sense.
These thoughts were muted as I slipped into unconciousness.
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Once again, Jason Voorhees arose from his slumber. He was... More than a little confused about his surroundings. Hadn't he been fighting that dragon wom-
Oh, right. He lost.
His mother was probably displeased. Though, that didn't explain why he couldn't hear her voice. It was... Just gone.
Safe to say, Jason was alarmed, and coupled with his recent loss, he was quite mad.
Quickly, he climbed out of the ditch, gouging out large clumps of dirt with his fingers.
He took out his frustration on a nearby tree, which shattered with a satisfying crack when he punched it. However, it did little to calm him down. If anything, it seemed to rile him up even more.
This wanton tree destruction lasted a few hours, at least. Deafening crashes thundered throughout the forest, as plants were violently torn up into useless pieces of dead foliage.
In his anger, Jason didn't notice someone coming behind him until an arrow whizzed by his head, shooting past him, and into the trees.
He turned around, enraged that someone had just tried to harm him.
Before him stood a normal elf. She had a bow in one hand, and an arrow in the other. She had an annoying air of confidence around her.
"That was a warning shot." She said. "The next one won't miss."
Jason didn't respond to her words, but took a step forward.
True to the elf's word, her next arrow didn't miss, hitting him square in the chest.
Unfortunately for her, it bounced off, landing on the ground.
Jason looked down at it, and then back at her. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, Jason lunged for her, grabbing her by the throat.
He threw her on the ground, and kicked her in the side, hearing the sound of her ribs giving way. The elf cried out in pain.
Jason stomped down on her chest, further shattering the bones in her torso. He raised his foot up, and brought it down again. Shards of bone stuck through her body, shredding skin and muscle.
The elf let out a shriek of agony. Jason, annoyed by her screams, decided to go ahead and end it.
With lightning-quick speed, he thrust his machete through her neck, severing her spinal cord.
He walked away, leaving her to bleed out.
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As Granberia flexed her newly healed wrist, she thought back on the fight that had transpired. Who was that man she fought? Why hadn't she heard of him before?
He'd made himself an enemy of the Monster Lord, so she'd had to act. When she knocked him into the building, she'd thought that was the last of him.
But then he got back up.
He was completely different when he climbed out of the rubble pile. He fought savagely, like an animal. Despite his obvious lack of training, he'd actually managed to hurt her!
Sure, she'd let her gaurd down, but still!
She was still worried about where he went. He was dangerous, that much she was sure of. He couldn't just be allowed to run free.
Alice hadn't given her the order, but she would track down the masked man.
...Maybe she was still a little salty about the wrist thing.
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These woods were unfamiliar to Jason, but even so, he didn't feel lost. He could still easily keep a sense of direction, somehow. It was supernatural, almost. Considering the fact that it is Jason Voorhees we're talking about, it probably was some dark form of magic.
He was standing on a hill, gazing upon a town at its base. The town didn't seem all that impressive, in Jason's opinion. It was just a bunch of shoddy buildings cobbled together with scraps of wood. Fields surrounded the town, along with what looked like beehives. He couldn't really tell what they were from the distance.
People were out in the fields, working hard. Upon closer inspection, the workers were almost all women. That was definitely odd. Surely, there'd be at least one man, right?
Jason shook his head. That was irrelevant to his goal.
What was his goal, anyways? Jason wasn't sure, himself. He felt strangely driven, as if he had somewhere to be. Where that place was, Jason didn't know, but he would get there.
He also faced another problem. Should he kill the townspeople, or leave them alone? Certainly, they weren't doing anything wrong. They weren't invading his home, either. Also, his mother was still quiet. She'd let him know if she wished for him to kill them, right?
He legitimately had no reason to harm them.
With his mind made up, he walked towards the village.
He traveled along the main road, deciding not to spend much time in the village.
The pull towards the unknown destination was so strong that he almost physically felt it. Unconciously, he sped up until he was almost sprinting, nearly knocking a few people over.
He exited the village rather quickly, entering the forest. He trampled the underbrush that had grown over the path. It was obvious that nobody had used it in a long time. That didn't make sense. The excessive foliage only started about a mile from the village.
He continued onwards, slowing down a bit. Eventually, he noticed small houses in the trees. The trees themselves were massive, so they easily supported the weight of each abode. Trailing down the trunks, small ladders led upwards into the branches. Jason idly wondered if they would support his weight, as they looked so flimsy.
He began to notice things as he moved further. Large, feathery figures watched him from the skies. They seemed to be a mix of humans and birds.
Jason's ponderings about the creatures were cut off, as he heard a noise. It was one he'd been aquainted with many times, and he despised it.
Emanating from a nearby treehouse, were the sounds of sex. Jason's hands shook angrily. His mother had taught him that such acts were evil, and should be purged. He had to interfere, as it was his duty.
With a fervor that most reserve for religious matters, he climbed the tree. Using his machete, he quickly worked his way up to the top.
He walked through the closed door, breaking it into pieces. As soon as he entered, he spotted them. One of the bird creatures was doing the unspeakable with a human.
He pulled her off of him, by the wings. With little effort, he tore them completely off, leaving bits of splintered bone and torn muscle.
She screamed, and tried to run, but Jason grabbed her. With one hand, he gripped her head. With the other, he smashed out a window, leaving jagged bits of glass on the bottom, near the windowsill.
He slammed her throat down onto the glass, turning her screams into coughs and other such noises. He then threw her out the window.
Turning to the man, Jason was surprised to see a chair rocketing towards his face. It broke against him, not affecting in the slightest.
The man, now weaponless, tried to run. Jason kicked him onto his back, and slammed his machete down onto his stomach, laying open his torso, as well as slicing through the organs. He picked it up, and brought it down again. Jason repeated the process a few more times, splattering blood everywhere.
The man had died at some point, but Jason wasn't done. He forced his fist into the hole in the corpse's body, grabbing a fistful of intestines. He threw them around the place, adding to the gore factor.
Jason took a moment to admire his handywork, before deciding that his job was done. However, when he got back down on the ground, he was confronted by a group of three bird-people. These ones wore armor, and seemed disciplined.
"Sir." One of them said. "You were spotted entering a building that you had no business to be in. I'm going to have to place you under arrest."
He tilted his head. Really? They thought they could contain him.
Before anything else could be said, another armored bird-person flew towards them, coming from the direction of the house.
"CAPTAIN!" She shouted, referring to one of the creatures in the group. "IT'S A BLOODY MESS IN THERE!"
"What?!" The one in front exclaimed.
"There's guts everywhere!" Screamed the approaching bird-human. "He killed them both!"
At that last claim, the creatures all readied their weapons. Jason grabbed his machete, and sighed.
Of course they had to discover it.
As one of them charged, he guessed he had to fight them, too.
In an exasperated manner, he ran towards his opponents.
A/N: Another chapter in the bag. I had fun with this one.