Epilogue: The End?
Crystal Lake Memorial Hospital
Tina regained consciousness in the Hospital. She looked around, looking for the necklace. She had a vision, she couldn't let the CIA have it. No matter what happened to her, she could NOT give its power to the CIA. She saw the drawer beside her and opened it, the staff of the Hospital had put it inside, thinking it was a personal possession. Tina grabbed the necklace and quickly hid it under her pillow, then laid down on it. Tommy was the first person to visit. "Hey, how are you doing?" he asked. "Depends, did we win?" Tina asked. Tommy smiled, "Yeah, Seras got the son of a bitch. Chopped him into mincemeat, then we lit him up. Went up like a Roman Candle. He's finally gone." Tina swallowed, "I'm not sure," she showed him the necklace, "Tommy, the CIA can't have this. If they had both Jason, and the necklace, the results could end the world as we know it. Someone needs to keep it out of their hands." "Don't look at me," Tommy said, "They tracked me down once, they can do it again. I'm sorry, but we need someone else to deal with it."
Tina's next visitor arrived then, Seras Victoria, her shadow arm hidden by a long-sleeved shirt and glove, and her red eyes by a pair of sunglasses. "Hello," she happily greeted. She had flowers and a 'Get Well Soon' card, and put them on the drawer next to Tina. "Are you alright?" Seras asked. "Not really," Tina said, then told Seras about the necklace. "Can you take it? Maybe Sir Integra will know what it is?" Tina suggested. "I'll see what I can do. I just hope that this doesn't come back to bite us," Seras said as Tina handed her the necklace. Seras took it and hid it under her shirt, already feeling it's unnatural warmth. That was when Agent Li arrived, with Agent Taylor coming as well. "You all did a superb job," Agent Taylor said, "Finally, Jason Voorhees is gone for good." "Yeah," Tommy said, "Felt good lighting him up." "Mr. Jarvis, you can expect your bank account to be a little healthier for all this. Thank you for your aid," Agent Taylor said and shook hands with Tommy. "Now, we need to debrief Agent Shepherd, if you and Victoria would be so kind," Taylor motioned towards the door, Seras and Tommy left through it.
Tina watched them go, then heard Seras's voice in her head, Do you mind if I eavesdrop? Tina replied telepathically, Go right on. "Now then," Taylor said as he removed his sunglasses, his eyes not giving a hint of mercy if he didn't like what he heard, "Where is that necklace?" "I don't know," Tina said, "I must have lost it during the struggle. Things were getting crazy, Jason was popping up everywhere, it must have gotten lost." "She's right, sir," Agent Li said, "We barely got out of that alive. Hell, I barely remember running out of ammo, but I still used up all of it." Taylor's eyes stared at Tina, as though if he stared hard enough he could strip her flesh away and learn the truth. "Very well. We'll continue the search for this necklace. I'm sending Jarvis and Victoria home, the less outsiders involved from here on, the better," Taylor said as he put his sunglasses back on and left with Li.
You were right, Seras said, I'll be informing Sir Integra about this. I don't know how that'll help though. Tina replied, As long as the CIA doesn't have the necklace and Jason, we should be fine. I had a vision of what could happen if they had both. Tina sent Seras the parts of her vision she could remember, as indestructible undead, an entire army of them, killed their way across the world, nothing able to stop them as they killed everything in their wake. I will see what I can do, Seras telepathically said as Agent Taylor saw her and handed her and Tommy plane tickets, "Thank you again for your help. I will inform the President and Parliament of the great aid for us Hellsing provided." "That will help the Organization a lot," Seras said, "More than you know."
Hellsing Mansion, Three Days Later
Sir Integra had pored through the numerous tomes, scrolls, journals, diaries, apocrypha, ledgers and occult writings that made up the Hellsing Library, she had been searching almost non-stop for the last two days since Seras returned and showed her the necklace. At last, she found it, in one of the more obscure diaries kept by Abraham van Helsing himself. Sir Integra called out, "Seras, come to the Library. I think I've discovered what the necklace is." Ten seconds later, Seras stepped out of the shadows. "Look here," Sir Integra said, opening up the diary to show a sketch of a necklace just like the one now laying on the table. "What is it?" Seras asked. "The Necklace would appear to be of Norse origin," Sir Integra started, only for Seras to look confused. "Viking," Sir Integra explained, "A Viking necklace, known as Hel's Eye, named after their Goddess of the Underworld. It is said that whoever possesses Hel's Eye can perform a ritual to bring back the dead, however, they are no longer themselves, they are in fact a creature known as a draugr.
"A draugr is a nigh unstoppable undead monster, that cannot be destroyed. The only way one can defeat it is to fight it into a tomb, and then seal the tomb behind themselves, sealing their own fate," Sir Integra explained. "I see," Seras said, "So, you think that Pamela Voorhees somehow used Hel's Eye to bring her son Jason back to life, and made him a draugr?" "That seems the most likely explanation. However, using Dark Magic such as this has its price, and it seems that the price for her was to murder two camp counselors, and subsequently the loss of her sanity," Sir Integra said. "What about the voice that Tina and I heard? Was that…the voice of…Hel?" Seras asked. Sir Integra shook her head, "According to this, Abraham van Helsing suspected that the true power behind Hel's Eye was a demon, of the House of Rot, kin to the King of Rot, Astaroth. Somehow, a spell was cast to seal the demon inside the necklace, and use its power to resurrect the dead, and maintain its power through further sacrifice, namely the sacrifice of the draugr's victims.
"If I had to guess, I believe that the demon sealed inside was influencing Jason Voorhees somehow, making him kill for it," Sir Integra said. "And, can we destroy Hel's Eye?" Seras asked. "I can't find anything about this, my great-grandfather never saw Hel's Eye firsthand, only recorded the legends surrounding it," Sir Integra said. "But then…how did a Viking necklace wind up in America?" Seras asked. "I've heard rumors that hundreds of years before Christopher Columbus set sail," Sir Integra said, "That Viking crews discovered America, and named it 'Vinland' or 'Wineland'. I suppose there was a wizard or witch who possessed Hel's Eye, and that they died there, or lost it. That's all I can say." Sir Integra then looked at the necklace, Hel's Eye. "What are we going to do with this…thing?" Seras asked. "For now, we'll keep it locked up," Sir Integra said, "Until I can find a way to destroy it, or break the spell."
Sir Integra picked up Hel's Eye and went to the wall furthest from the entrance of the Library, and pushed a portrait of Sir Francis Bacon aside to show a wall safe. She opened the safe and placed Hel's Eye inside. Had she been able to look inside after she closed the safe, she would have seen it glow like a coal from the fireplace.
West Ashley, South Carolina
The taxi dropped Tommy Jarvis in front of his house. Megan, Gareth, and Amy were all waiting for him. "DADDY!" Gareth and Amy yelled as they ran to him. Tommy wrapped them both in a hug and lifted them up. "You did it! You won!" Amy yelled happily. "Yeah, sure did," Tommy said, "I had a lot of help, but in the end, we won." Megan walked up to him and said, "The next time you do something that crazy again, I'll, I'll…" she couldn't think of anything to say, she just hugged him and kissed him deeply. Tommy went inside his home and set his kids down. He had a phone call to make.
CIA Bunker Location: CLASSIFIED
The Director looked at the specimen's remains. It had been a week, and already the body had returned to one piece. Its charred skin was slowly crumbling, revealing new flesh beneath it. Heart rate and EKG monitors still showed no sign of life, but then again Jason Voorhees was supposedly a corpse since the 1950s. The Director smiled as he saw more charred flesh flake off to show healed skin beneath, and scientists quickly collected the charred flakes. To think of the myriad applications such power could give for the country. All he had to do now, was wait, and watch.
Rest for now, Jason. When you are all better again, I will call you. After all, you can never die.
Author's Note: And that's it, for now. Maybe. Depends on how you all feel, I might write a sequel. It seems appropriate to end this on Friday the 13th. Thank you to everyone who read this, and special thanks to: Major Simi, the guest that calls themselves DBlade59, Neema Amiry, and Guntherson962 for your reviews. Happy Friday the 13th, and Happy Halloween to all.