A/N: There have been so many technical errors today. I want to throw my computer out a window.

Luka stood in front of me, his face twisted into a mask of hate. With his horrifying sword drawn, he pointed it at me, seemingly determined to run me through.

Oh, boy. This could get really out of hand if I don't say anything. As far as he knows, I've rampaged in two separate villages now. Although, the excuse: "That wasn't me! It was the other guy in my head!" would probably get me in even more trouble than I already was in.

Maybe I should go for the friendly approach?

"Hi Luka." I cheerfully said, waving at him. "Didn't expect to see you here."

I wasn't actually sure what that was supposed to accomplish. All it did was make him angrier.

"Don't talk to me like we're friends!" He spat, metaphorical fire in his eyes. "You'll face justice for your crimes, even if I have to drag you back to Ilias continent myself!"

"Okay, I feel like there's some things I need to establish." I said, holding my hands out in a placating gesture.

"I don't care what you have to say! You're not weaseling your way out of this!" He exclaimed.

This was going south, but I was sure I could still save it.

Remind yourself that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.

"Buddy, there's some things going on here that you don't understand." I said. "If you'd just let me explai—"

Rudely, he interrupted me with a vicious attack. Just barely, I dodged to the left. Pulling out my sword, I readied myself for combat.

"Kid, just go away." I said. "I don't want to hurt you."

Before either of us could do anything else, Chrome's zombie flew past me at a surprising speed, headed straight for Luka's face.

The resulting battle was probably the most disturbing thing I'd ever seen.

Luka viciously slashed away at the creature, his fury momentarily focused on it. It tried to defeat him with… Sexual techniques. Now, this was unsettling for a couple different reasons. For one, Luka looked like he was twelve, which set Chris Hansen alarm bells off in my head. Also, the creature was a fucking zombie, so there was necrophilia dressing added to this salad of illegal activities.

The fight wasn't that long. With an impressive combination of sword moves, Luka made short work of it.

Chrome, understandably angered by the destruction of her creation, stepped up to fight.

A sudden bolt of fear speared through my heart. He just fucking obliterated that zombie, so what would he do to her?

"Chrome, don't fight him!" I exclaimed.

"What?" She turned around, confused. "Why wouldn't I? He stands no chance against me."

This was the hero of the adventure, so I doubted that very fucking much.

I shook my head. Pointing at the exit, I told her to get out of there.

"No." Chrome said. "He destroyed my greatest creation! I'm not letting him walk off after that."

"I'll fight him." I said. "You get out of here."

I wanted to send her away for two reasons. One was just me being worried for her, of course. However, I was also afraid that Luka would reveal my supposed crimes. Even if I didn't do it, for some reason I felt uncomfortable at the thought of Chrome hearing about that.

"Chrome, just please go." I said. "I'll drive him away."

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it, shaking her head.

"Fine." She said. "Just be careful, alright."

She disappeared into the darkness of the basement, hopefully leaving the area. Alice was still near the door, but she seemed firmly focused on me. I was confident that she could sneak by.

With her gone, I turned back to Luka, glaring at him.

"I'll say it one more time." I growled. "Get the hell out of here before I kill you."

That was a bluff. Sure, I planned to beat the hell out of him, but I didn't want to kill him. He was still a kid, and I didn't want that shit weighing on my conscience.

He stepped forwards, sword in hand. Sighing, I raised mine.

And so began the fight.

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Luka roared, charging forwards at the masked man. After seeing the atrocities committed by the creature, there was no way he could let it run free. He'd track down that necromancer girl too, once he was done with the man.

Was that girl his creator? It would make sense, given how protective of her he seemed to be. If that was truly the case, then he'd bring her to justice as well.

He began the fight with a Thunder Thrust, seeking to take his opponent by surprise. The man dodged to the left, but was unable to fully avoid the attack. It dug into his side, slicing through like paper.

He recoiled, cursing and swearing as he backpedaled.

"Gah! Why did that hurt?" He asked to nobody in particular. "I'm not supposed to feel anything!"

The man glared at Luka, before his eyes zeroed in on Angel Halo.

"That fuckin' sword." He growled. "That must be it."

Luka went on the defensive as the creature lumbered towards him, his body rigid with anger. The man grabbed at him, but missed as Luka dodged backwards. Luka retaliated with a quick stab in the arm.

The man yelped, and drew backwards, cursing at him.

The man reached for Luka again, this time grabbing the front of his shirt. Raising him up, he looked him dead in the eyes.

"You little shit." He growled. "I outta rip you in half."

Luka gagged at the creature's putrid breath. In his grip, there was no way he could escape. He still had hold of Angel Halo, though…

With all his might, Luka jammed the sword deep into the man's stomach.

The man fell to the ground, letting out a blood-curdling shriek as he spasmed. Luka was thrown across the room, into the wall.

The man screamed in agony, clutching the sword that was sticking out of his gut. His eyes rolled sightlessly in their sockets, as foul-smelling black liquid poured from every orifice in his body.

Luka cringed at the sound of the man's pain. He had only meant to seal him. He didn't know what the sword would do to him. Clearly, something had gone terribly wrong.

The man convulsed suddenly, his screams suddenly stopping. He went limp, lying in a pool of the black substance.

Silence reigned for what seemed like hours. Luka stared in muted horror at the corpse, suddenly realizing that he had just taken a life. Considering who he had just killed, he couldn't think of a more worthy individual. Still though, it seemed wrong to just kill him. Who was he to bestow death upon someone like that?

Slowly, he got up, his eyes never leaving the corpse. He walked towards it, fear welling up in his body as he did so.

Looking down on the man's body, he looked for any sign of life. The man wasn't breathing. Luka checked his pulse to make sure. Nothing.

Satisfied, he grabbed Angel Halo. He tried to pull it out, but it was firmly wedged.

Suddenly, a slimy, rotten hand clamped onto his wrist.

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Alice watched Luka fight the masked man. She had no reason to intervene at the moment, as Luka didn't seem to be in any danger. Normally she wouldn't help at all, but this was a special case. That man was just… unnatural. She wasn't sure what it was, but she didn't like it whatsoever.

She almost stepped in when the creature grabbed Luka, but she relaxed when he escaped. Alice winced at the man's screams, but felt no pity for him. He had killed too many innocents to be pitied.

After the man had gone limp, Luka went over to retrieve Angel Halo.

Suddenly, a dark, powerful energy flickered to life within the man. He remained limp, but he was absolutely conscious.

Before she could shout at Luka to move, The man grabbed him.

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Luka was sent flying through the air, crashing into the floor. The back of his head hit a wall, pain erupting in his skull. Stars danced in his vision, as it felt like a spike was being driven into his brain.

Quietly, he meditated, healing his injuries. After the pain dispersed, he quickly stood up. Focused on the man, he looked just in time to see him pull Angel Halo out of his chest. Throwing it to the ground, he went to pick up his sword. However, he stopped, something having caught his eye. He turned to one of the tables, spotting a hacksaw. He grabbed it, and inspected it. After deeming it acceptable, he turned back to Luka.

Luka dashed for his sword, trying to get it back in his grip. The man saw this, and kicked it behind him, before returning his gaze to Luka.

Locking eyes with the man, Luka felt his heart stop. The man's eyes were ice cold, and filled with anger. He'd never seen such strong hatred before. He felt the desire to run well up within him. His instincts screamed at him, yelling at him to get as far away from the man as possible.

He shook off the fear. He'd just beaten him once. Surely, he could do it again.

The man stalked towards him, brandishing the hacksaw. He was silent, which made him far more terrifying.

Luka circled around him, once again going for Angel Halo. The man, slowly stomping towards him, couldn't keep up. This was going to be ea-

Luka screamed as a sharp, white-hot pain washed through his shoulder, spreading its tendrils throughout his body. He felt warm liquid trail down his back, spilling onto the floor. Falling to the ground, he clutched at his shoulder. Upon feeling cold, sharp metal, his eyes widened. The man had just tried to kill him. If that had been just a few inches to the right, It would've gone through his brain.

He couldn't move his left arm. It was just slack. The pain was too intense for him to concentrate. He just couldn't clear his mind enough to meditate. He tried to get up, but his legs refused to move. Frozen in fear, he couldn't do anything.

A shadow loomed over him. Suddenly, he was flipped on his back. The hacksaw dug deeper into him, causing him to cry out.

The man, now holding a scalpel, stared down upon him.

Luka felt his heart freeze. He was going to die. There was nothing he could do. All his accomplishments, all the things he'd done, were meaningless. He was going to die.

I'm sorry, mom. He thought. I failed you.

He felt tears well up in his eyes, but he refused to cry. He wouldn't give the man the satisfaction. Man wasn't even a proper term for him. He was something else entirely.

All his life, he'd been taught that monsters were evil incarnate. Well, this thing was a true monster. Luka was just one of his many victims.

He closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

There was a sudden rush of wind, and then the distinct sound of something crashing into a table. Luka opened his eyes in confusion, wondering what the hell just happened.

As he looked up, he caught the sight of Alice picking the man up and throwing him across the room. He crashed against the wall, but landed on his feet.

With Angel Halo in hand, she charged forwards, bestowing upon the man a series of lightning-quick slashes.

The man shot backwards, hitting another wall. He impacted this one hard enough to dent it.

Landing on the floor, the man quickly got up, balling his fists as he glared at Alice. Suddenly, he blurred forwards, with speed that Luka had only previously seen from Alma Elma. Alice's eyes widened, but she effortlessly dodged out of the way.

"You've gained wind magic." She observed. "Where would someone like you get that?"

The man didn't answer. Instead, he charged forwards yet again, faster than before. However, with a speed far surpassing the man, she ran Angel Halo through his torso. She twisted it sideways, and pulled it out.

Without giving the man a chance to defend, she stabbed him again, this time in the ribs. She again ripped out her sword, a loud squelch accompanying her actions. The man fell forwards, faceplanting onto the stone floor. Weakly, he tried to get back up. Alice did not grant him any mercy. Without a second thought, she speared Angel Halo through the back of his head.

He seemed to freeze for a moment, as if confused. Finally, he went limp.

Alice quickly made her way over to Luka, muttering about how he was an idiot. Taking a look at his injury, she swore.

"I'm going to heal you." She said. "But I have to take this out first."

"O-Okay." Luka nodded, still plenty unsettled. Considering the fact that he thought he was going to die less than a minute ago, he felt that being a little jittery was understandable.

"This is going to hurt." Alice warned.

Without any time to prepare himself, Luka screamed as the hacksaw was forcefully removed from his shoulder. Agony radiated throughout that entire side of his body. It felt as if someone had jammed a thousand molten pins into his body.

And then suddenly, it was gone. His horrible wound had vanished in an instant. That would have taken multiple meditations for him to heal, and it would've left a nasty scar.

Monster Lord powers were OP.

Alice slithered over to the man, and grabbed him by the arm.

"Stay here." Alice said to Luka, before disappearing in a flash of light.

Luka blinked.

"D-Did she just teleport?"

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Tamamo was once again reading. After that talk with Alma Elma a few days ago, she'd sent out Yao to find the masked man. So far, she hadn't found anything. She did talk to several witnesses, though. Most people didn't have good things to say about him, especially on Ilias continent. However, the man remained elusive for now.

Suddenly, Alice popped into the room, holding what looked like a zombie.

Tamamo looked up from her reading, her eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Deal with this." Was all Alice said, before popping back out of existence.

Tamamo stared at the spot where the Monster Lord had occupied just seconds ago, not quite sure how to react. With a sigh, she closed her book, and went to inspect the corpse.

It was facedown, so she turned it over. Her eyes widened when she saw the mask.

This was the man that Alma had told her about! He was as disgusting as she'd described, with slimy, tattered clothes, and rotten flesh. There were several holes in his body, allowing her a full view of the rotten organs within.

Looking closer, she watched with grim fascination as some of the holes slowly closed, flesh and muscle sluggishly knitting itself back together.

There was a curious blend of magic residing within him. She sensed the power of the wind, which confirmed Alma's story, but there was more than just that. Within him was a lot of dark magic. No, that wasn't quite right. The magic was very similar to dark magic, but it in fact wasn't dark magic.

It almost seemed like there were two different sources of this strange energy within the man, which raised Tamamo's suspicion.

He clearly wasn't dead. All that magic swirling within him was proof enough of that.

Sighing, she picked him up.

"Well, to the cells with you." She muttered, carrying him to the dungeon.

On her way there, she passed by Alma Elma, whose eyes widened when she saw Tamamo carrying the man.

"Where did you find him?" Alma asked frantically.

"Alice dumped him here." Tamamo responded without stopping. "I plan to get some answers out of him when he wakes up."

Climbing down steps while holding a massive body is a little difficult, so Tamamo may or may not have just let him roll down a couple flights.

Finally reaching the dungeon, she laid him in one of the cells, and walked out, locking the door behind her. She then cast a couple spells on both the bars and the door. These were to reinforce them, in case the man got any bright ideas.

Standing outside the cell, she was about to leave when an idea overcame her. She had telepathy. Why didn't she just use that?

Carefully, Tamamo reached into his mind.

"Hello?" She mentally called out. "Can you hear me?"

Two voices responded immediately.

Huh?

Huh?

Tamamo's eyes narrowed. There were two minds in there! How was that possible? This required further investigation.

"What are your names?" Tamamo asked.

My name's Jason Voorhees.

My name's Jackson Morris.

Again, the voices seemed to speak at the exact same time. They seemed to take notice of this, as surprise flooded both of their thoughts.

Who are you?

I should be asking you that, pal.

Why are you in my body?

I don't fucking know! I just woke up here a few weeks ago

The one known as Jason seemed taken aback by Jackson's use of language.

Don't say that! That's wrong!

Don't tell me how to talk, asswipe.

Stop, or I'll have to punish you.

Really? What are you gonna do?

I'll kill you.

I'd like to see you try, pal.

"Both of you shut up!" Tamamo mentally exclaimed, entering her "Mom" mode. "You're both in a lot of trouble already, so don't make it worse."

They both seemed to quiet down at that. Although, Jason seemed more affected by her outburst than Jackson. Interesting…

Thinking back on the information Yao had uncovered while tracking them, Tamamo tried to think about what to ask them. She decided to bring up Harpy Village.

"So, what happened at Harpy village?" Tamamo asked.

I dunno. I've never been there.

What's a harpy?

Tamamo sighed. This might be a bit more difficult than she first thought.

"Harpies are bird people, Jason. Do you know anything about a village with bird people?" She asked.

Oh! I've been there.

"Did you kill anyone there?" Tamamo asked.

Only the bad people. I didn't hurt any innocents.

Tamamo raised an eyebrow. Bad people? From what she heard, he killed a couple and some guards.

"Who were these bad people?" She asked.

Two people were doing bad things, so I stopped them. Then some people attacked me, so I stopped them too.

Jason spoke of murder with such childhood innocence. To Tamamo, this was deeply disturbing. Did he even actually know what he was doing? The way he spoke of it made it sound like it wasn't even a problem.

… This guy's a fuckin' nut.

Jason chose to ignore that, continuing with his story.

Then the dragon lady hurt me again. I'll make sure to punish her extra hard the next time I see her.

Wasn't her name like, Granberia or something?

Tamamo sighed. She had questions for Jackson, but everything Jason said invoked more confusion.

"Jason," Tamamo began. "Why do you feel the need to "punish" people?"

That's what my mom told me to do. She said I should punish the bad people who do… forbidden things.

"What kind of forbidden things?" She asked.

Inappropriate forbidden things. Like drinking, or swearing, or… indecent stuff.

Tamamo rubbed her temples. Okay, so he had an insane, possibly religious parent. Suddenly a lot of things made sense.

"Okay, so Jackson, what's your story?" She asked.

I just woke up in here one day. Not sure how I got here. This isn't my original body.

"Did you have anything to do with the incident at Harpy Village?" Tamamo asked.

I wasn't even conscious then. That was the other guy.

Tamamo pondered this. She believed Jackson didn't have anything to do with the Harpy village incident. However, that didn't mean he was entirely innocent. She'd have to be a little more thorough in her questioning.

"Okay, how about the Enrika incident? Who did that?" She asked.

That one's slightly more complicated.

"Explain." Tamamo ordered.

I'd found what I thought to be an abandoned village, so I decided to look for supplies. I opened the door of a house, only to get attacked by some blonde chick. She beat me to unconsciousness, and then the other fucker took over.

While that sounded true, it didn't sound like the whole truth. Also, she was willing to bet that the blonde woman was probably Micaela. Enrika was her territory, after all.

"Jackson, did you encounter anyone before the blonde lady?" Tamamo questioned.

Jackson didn't immediately answer, which raised Tamamo's suspicions.

"Answer me." She said in a firm voice.

Fine. I encountered two guards. I threw one of them, but I didn't try to kill her. Then this tentacle abomination appeared. She threatened to kill me with… those. God, this world is disgusting.

Tamamo chose not to comment on that last bit.

"Why'd you kill her?" She asked.

Well, she tried to kill me. Plus, she probably killed many other people like that, and would continue to do so if I let her go. Killing her was the best option.

Tamamo agreed with his reasoning, but kept that to herself. He'd defended himself, so she'd let that one go. Of course, he probably didn't strictly need to kill her, but she sounded like an evil monster. If what he said was true, then he did a good thing. That was a big if, though.

"Have you killed anyone else?" She asked.

Only in self defense or defense of others. Despite what you might think, I'm not a murderous psychopath. I don't know about the other guy, though…

I've only done what's right!

Oh, sure you have. Murdering teenagers just because they were near your house is TOTALLY acceptable.

They were invading! I couldn't let them just wander into Crystal Lake!

They thought you were a myth! If you'd have left them alone, they wouldn't have stuck around.

They were fornicating! I had to get rid of them.

"STOP TALKING!" Tamamo exclaimed.

What were they even talking about? Other than Enrika and Harpy Village, she didn't know of any other incidents.

"What are you both talking about?" She asked.

Camp Crystal Lake is my home. I must protect it at all costs.

Jason's a serial killer. He murders anyone who enters his domain.

They shouldn't have been there!

Have you considered putting up a fence, or even a fucking sign? At least then you would've warned them.

"Don't start bickering again." Tamamo snapped.

Her head was throbbing. She had more questions, but she had to stop before she had an aneurism.

Quietly, she severed the mental connection, and walked back to her room.

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As Ilias watched Alice teleport away with the masked man, she felt raw anger surge throughout her divine being.

How dare he attack her Luka! He was far more valuable then that zombie could ever be! She had half a mind to smite him right there, but she hesitated. The masked man could still be useful. She would have to give him a firm talking to, but she'd show mercy for now…

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Perhaps hiding near the mansion hadn't been such a good plan. Chrome thought.

Considering the fact that she was now facing down an angry Monster Lord, that was probably accurate.

"How did you know him?" Alice asked. "Did you create him?"

"No." Chrome said. "I only met him yesterday."

Alice glared at her. Chrome swore she could feel the temperature drop.

"Do you know who he is?" She growled.

This was the moment when Chrome realized that the man had never introduced himself.

She shook her head.

"That man is a serial killer." Alice coldly said. "If you didn't know, then stay away from him."

A/N: I'm going to have to apologize if this chapter is complete garbage. I wrote it in the span of five hours. That doesn't count editing, seeing as I haven't done that yet.

I threw in the telepathy thing on a whim. I don't remember if she has it in the game, but since she's a high-level monster, she'd probably know magic that allowed her to do that.

Also, if any of you were wondering, my name is not Jackson Morris. I made it up on the fly. I'd never use my real name in a fanfic.

Anyways, you all have a wonderful day.