A/N: Another chapter. I just want to clarify something real quick.
Out of the two inhabiting the body, Jason is stronger than our main character. It's his body, so it makes sense that he would be able to use it to its full potential.
"Pretty..." I mindlessly uttered, admiring the area around me. There were forests back home, but nothing like this. Everything positively glowed with life. To say it was wonderful would be an understatement. Truly, whoever lived here was incredibly lucky.
So enraptured was I, that I didn't notice the woman in front of me until she was only a couple yards away from me.
She had purple skin, and pointed ears... Oh yeah, and a giant slithering mass of tentacles. I, of course, responded appropriately.
"WHAT IN THE LIVING FUCK?!" I screeched, jumping backwards.
"You shouldn't be here." She said, smiling lustfully. "Come closer."
"That's gonna be a pass from me, chief." I said, warily.
I took a step back, grabbing for my machete, and then cursing when it wasn't there. Was it taken from me before the bag incident? I, of course, didn't know.
"Come ooonnn~" She said in a lustful tone. "I'll make you feel really good."
"Touch me and you die." I said. "And then I'll probably die from pure disgust."
"It'll be a memorable death~" She said.
A WHAT?!
"...You kill people with... Those?" I asked, gesturing to the undulating mass of tentacles.
"Yeah. Are you interested?" She asked.
"I thought we'd established the fact that I think you're disgusting." I deadpanned.
"Oh, like you're one to talk!" She exclaimed, annoyed.
"I'm not the one molesting travelers!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air. "Just let me pass by you!"
The dark elf abomination laughed.
"Do you really think I'm gonna let you go?" She asked. "You're not making it out of this alive."
I tilted my head.
"Do you do this with everyone?" I asked. "Or am I just special?"
"I'll use these to take your life." She said, gesturing to her tentacles.
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Gross.
"I think you should just stick to stabbing people." I deadpanned.
"Shut up and face your end!" She shouted, lunging at me, using her tentacles to propel herself forwards. I caught her by the hair, and slammed her to the ground.
Her tentacles coiled around me, but I paid them no mind. They weren't powerful enough to hinder me in any way.
"... I bet you're regretting your life choices right now." I said.
"Please..." She said. "Don't kill me."
I sighed. On one hand, she'd killed an unknown amount of people, and hadn't planned on sparing me. On the other hand, people can change. I didn't care if she would become a better person though. She still needed to answer for her crimes.
However, I might earn a better reputation for sparing her. Maybe I could pretend to be a better person so that Alice would get rid of my bounty. I, of course, didn't think I was a bad person, but hey, perspective was everything.
Fuck it. She gets no mercy. She doesn't deserve it, after all.
I stomped down on her head as hard as I could. The impact pulped her skull, spewing out blood and viscera onto the dirt path. I shook off the fragments of brain matter, and continued onwards. Though, not before chucking her corpse further into the forest. After that, I continued onwards.
I walked for about ten minutes, before noticing a building in the distance. Curious, I walked faster.
As I got closer, I could see more buildings through the trees. I couldn't see any people, though.
It was quiet. Far too quiet for my liking.
I walked into the town, but still didn't see any people. Was this place abandoned? The buildings were all in good shape, so it must've happened recently.
One building had paper stuck to the side. Curious, I made my way over to the parchment.
It was another wanted poster. How did this even get here?
WANTED
This individual has committed crimes such as assault, assault of a noble, and murder.
A reward of 25,000 gold coins is offered for his capture.
My eyes bugged out at that amount. That amount would have someone set for life!
Also, murder charges? Sure, I'd killed a few people, but nobody would've known about them. Unless... This was about something that happened before I woke up in the bag. I still couldn't remember what happened, but after this, it was obvious that something really bad occurred.
"Fuck..." I groaned. This was going to make my journey a lot more difficult.
Turning my attention back towards the town, I noticed a large stone building. It was pretty nondescript, other than the chimney poking out of it. However, there was something about it that was just... Off. There was some strange aura around it. Wether it was good or bad, I couldn't tell. It was strong though. That was for sure.
I looked around. Still, I saw no one. That worried me. Those elves had been there for a reason, hadn't they? It wouldn't make sense for them to just be standing around without reason.
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Fuck it. Why not?
I approached the building cautiously, taking my time to observe my surroundings. When I was satisfied, I walked to the door, and jiggled the handle. It was locked, of course. So, the only option was to rip it off its hinges.
Firmly, I grasped the handle. I saw it warp under my grip. I planted one foot behind me, almost resembling some sort of martial arts stance. With a grunt, I jerked my body backwards, tearing the door off its hinges.
I expected to see some cold, dark place. One that was just creepy, and possibly lonely.
The sight that greeted me, however, was definitely not that.
A blonde woman sat at a coffee table, staring at me. Her face showed mild surprise, but nothing else. There was no fear, no shock, nothing that would've been an appropriate reaction.
"Uhh..." I uttered.
In the next instance, I was on the ground, with a blade to my throat. The woman was on top of me, her surprise having been replaced with disdain.
"What?" I uttered stupidly.
"You've done some horrible things." She stated.
"Get off!" I exclaimed. I swung my fist at her head--
And suddenly my arm was skewered with a dagger, pinning it to the ground. No problem, I can just yank it from the grou--
Quickly, she changed position, so that she pinned my arms with her body.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move her even an inch.
"J-just who the fuck are you?" I asked, fear creeping into my voice.
"I am Micaela." She said calmly.
"Alright. Micaela," I said. "Would you please let me go?"
She didn't do that.
"You are a criminal." She said matter-of-factly.
"The wanted posters greatly exaggerate my 'evil deeds'." I said. "I don't even remember doing what I'm being accused of."
"You don't remember?" She asked skeptically.
"I... Have frequent blackouts." I admitted. "But I still doubt that I perpetrated any of the crimes listed."
She frowned, and stared directly into my eyes.
"Oh really?" Micaela asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.. "Then who was that masked killer that terrorized harpy village?"
"Lady, I don't remember! Now fuck off and let me go!" I yelled.
"Don't lie to me." She said. "You are a murderer, and thus, should face the appropriate punishment."
I swore. This wasn't good. She was obviously stronger than me. Hell, I couldn't even get her to budge an inch!
"I'm serious about the blackout thing! I'm in no position to lie right now, so why would I?" I exclaimed.
"You're not fooling anyone." She deadpanned.
"I'M NOT LY--" I was cut off by her fist planting into my face, sending me into the realm of unconsciousness.
LATER
Jason awoke with a jolt, quickly looking around the room. After determining that there was no danger, he relaxed. The dragon lady had done a number on him, but she didn't finish the job. Though, Jason wasn't sure if it was even possible for him to be permenantly killed.
He was in a cell. He had no idea why, of course. Who put him there? Why would anyone even do that? Was it the dragon lady? Unlikely. She seemed like she wanted him dead, not imprisoned.
There weren't any gaurds by his cell. In fact, there weren't any in the building at all! Jason wasn't sure how security worked, but that just seemed irresponsible. The only thing keeping him from leaving was a set of metal bars. He laughed silently. Did they know who they were dealing with? Surely, they didn't expect Jason Voorhees to be stopped by some metal bars!
He grabbed the bars, and pulled. The bars moved, just barely. Jason's eyes widened. They were strong! Far stronger than any metal should be. Magic had to be involved.
Still, movement was movement, and so he kept pulling. He had unlimited stamina, so he could do this literally all day.
Finally, the two bars he'd been gripping snapped. He then began the process of bending them out of the way so that he could squeeze through. It took a lot less time than it did to break them.
Stepping out of his cell, he looked around for any sign of life. Not seeing anyone, he walked to the exit.
As soon as he emerged from the building, he was accosted by two women with swords.
"He's escaped!" One exclaimed.
"Get back in your cell." Growled the other.
Jason stood still, glaring at her. He shook his head.
The strange-eared(Jason just noticed their pointy ears) women looked at each other for a second, before charging at him, swords extended.
Jason waited until they were close, and then grabbed them by their heads. He crushed them against eachother, shattering their skulls and pulping their brains. Blood splattered his mask.
Calmly, he dropped them. He then grabbed one of their swords. It looked unremarkable, like any other sword from the medieval period, but it felt stronger.
Jason shook his head. He could wonder about it later. Right now, it was time to leave.
He started to walk down the path, away from the village.
A voice called after him.
"Stop right there, criminal scum!" It shouted. Jason calmly turned around to see a group of strange-eared women, one standing in front the others.
Jason, sensing the impending fight, decided to make the first move.
He leapt towards her, launching his hand into her torso. She cried out as he ripped into her, grabbing around her spinal column. He pulled, ripping out a piece that was roughly four inches long.
One of the women sliced at him with her sword. Jason grabbed her by the arm, and stabbed it into her right eyesocket. She screamed as it popped, sending blood and liquid eye running down her face. He reared his fist back, and punched it, sending the spike of broken vertebrae into her brain, killing her.
One tried to stab him in the back, but couldn't oenetrate the skin. Jason whirled around, and drove his new sword into her gut. He then angled it upwards. Viciously, he jerked it upwards, stabbing out through her back. Her screams quickly became shrieks. He did this multiple times, spilling blood all over the ground. Each stab upwards was a new hole that went out her back. Finally, he stabbed through the heart, ending her suffering.
The last one turned to flee, but he grabbed her by the shoulder, and pulled her back. She was knocked off-balance, and fell. She looked up just in time to see his boot descending on her face. She didn't even have time to cry out before her head became paste.
He took a second to admire his handiwork, before continuing onwar--
"Stop." A voice said. It was calm, barely hiding the rage behind it.
He turned towards it. The owner of the voice was a blonde woman. She didn't look like much of a threat, but Jason knew better. There was a fire in her eyes. It revealed the raging inferno within her. She was confident, so she believed that she could best him. Jason didn't know anything about her, but considering the fact that he'd gotten his ass handed to him twice now, maybe it wasn't a bad idea to take her seriously.
However, anger wasn't the only emotion in her eyes. There was also confliction, and-- Was that pity?
Jason didn't like being pitied.
With a silent roar, he charged. The woman sighed.
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Micaela heard a commotion outside. That was odd. The town was normally so quiet. She got up from the table, and pushed the curtains aside, allowing her to see through the window.
The guards were running towards the road. Their frenzied pace was a clear sign that something was very wrong, but she didn't do anything yet. They could handle themselves. They were guards for a reason, after all.
However, when the screaming started, Micaela quickly abandoned that logic. She threw open the door, and rushed towards the sound.
She arrived just in time to see that criminal crush some poor guard's head.
Micaela knew not to let rage cloud her thoughts, so she calmed herself.
The criminal's aura was completely different than before. It was a violent storm of hate and bloodlust, but there were more differences than that. He just felt like a completely different person.
And that's when it hit her. The blackouts, the personality difference, it all made sense.
'Does he have multi-personality disorder?'
Micaela didn't know much about mental illness, but that seemed like what he had.
He was still a murderer, though. He had to be dealt with.
So, she hardened her heart, and prepared herself.
A/N: Please read this.
I have two plans for next chapter, but the outcome depends on the answer to this question:
How strong is Micaela compared to any of the Four Heavenly knights?
Also, unrelated question:
What are the rules for putting song lyrics in FanFics? For example, if I had our main character sing "Angel of Death" by Slayer, would that violate the rules? I'm not gonna do that, but you get the point.
Anyways, sorry for the shorter chapter, but it's two in the morning, and I can't prolong it anymore. Hope you enjoy.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sleep.
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Did anyone catch the Oblivion reference?