As night falls, both the teens and the robbers prepared for their activities. Meanwhile, a bloodbath was about to occur at the camp. A five man team of soldiers descended on the camp. They wore light armor, helmets, and were equipped with M4 carbines and sidearms. The squad leader spoke to his men, briefing them on the mission. "Ok, listen up. Our target is none other than Jason Voorhees. Clients are paying top dollar to poke and prod this hick. He is considered armed and dangerous.
Our orders are to capture, but shoot to kill if necessary. Any questions?" His men in unison responded with "No sir". They spread out and searched the entire area. The cabins looked abandoned for many years. No one bothered to revive the camp again and just left Jason alone. One of the men wandered into the woods. He was a bit skeptical about Jason Voorhees. 'Can't believe we're hunting some urban legend. But anything that pays the bills I suppose'.
He then stumbled upon an old, decrepit shack. "What the fuck?" He proceeded to enter the shack. Meanwhile, Jason was hunting two teens. He had been watching them since they left their sanctuary. The girl was wearing shorts, a white shirt and was slender. She had long, brown hair and green eyes, with white skin.
The guy was muscular, tanned and had brown hair, wearing a long sleeved, under armour with jeans. He followed them until they stopped in the woods. They began kissing and eventually undressing. Jason readied his machete and began approaching them as the couple began coitus. The boy began mounting the girl from behind and started to thrust. Jason raised his machete and was about to swing it down. JASON! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME. JASON! Jason immediately stopped and was alerted. The filthy teens can wait. Someone was threatening his family.
The soldier found the altar with Pamela Voorhees' head. Around the altar was a sweater and another body, reduced to bones. The soldier began to inspect the body when suddenly he was grabbed. He was thrown against the wall. Before he could regain his composure, he was dragged outside. The soldier drew out his knife and stabbed his assailant in the leg. This caused the assailant to drop him. He equipped his gun and saw the attacker: Jason Voorhees.
Jason charged at the soldier. A hail of gunfire was unleashed on the killer. Jason was stunned for a few moments. The soldier radioed his team to let them know he found their "target". Jason finally recovered and resumed his assault.
Jason swung his machete and cut the man in the abdomen. He retaliated by attempting to shoot Jason again, but his aim was hindered by the pain in his side. The hail of bullets was about to hit the shack. In a panic, Jason moved into the path of the barrage. Jason fell to the ground in pain. He felt his body become numb. Remember your gift Jason. You can never die. Make them suffer. Jason rose up and saw the soldier had his back to him.
The rest of his squad heard the chaos and began to run towards him. Jason grabbed him by the head and began to squeeze. The soldier tried in vain to get free, but Jason's grip was too strong. Eventually, Jason squeezed the head, causing both eyes to pop out. Now it was only four bad men to deal with.
The soldiers began to fire their weapons. After the smoke cleared, the only thing they hit was their teammate. "Shit! Where the hell did he go?!" One of the soldiers asked. Before anyone could answer, Jason tackled him and began hacking his shoulder with his machete. Blood began pouring out as Jason continued his frenzied assault. After pulling out his machete, Jason picked up the second soldier up and begin to rip him in half. His comrades attempted to stop Jason by bashing him with their weapons.
Jason knocked them all down with one sweep of his arm. He then successfully tore the 2nd soldier in two. Jason proceeded to stab a third soldier in the eye, killing him instantly. The fourth was swiftly decapitated, leaving only their commander.
The commander drew out his own machete. It was cleaner with serrated edges. Jason's rusted machete was knocked out of his hand. The commander then stabbed Jason right in the chest. Before he could pull it out, Jason pushed him off. The commander was then grabbed. He tried to break out of Jason's grip, but was unable to.
Jason took him to a nearby stump and swiftly impaled the commander on it. After coughing out blood, he passed. Jason then pulled out the machete from his chest. He inspected it and immediately liked it. He kept it to his side and then picked up his original machete.
Jason then went to check on his mother. He went inside the shack and saw that everything was intact. Thank you sweetie. Mommy is so proud. But this won't be the last time this happens. Make sure these bad men can't hurt us again. Go, my son. Kill them all. Jason then went outside and saw something.
Two men were carrying a bag and had a peculiar smell coming from it. Jason decided to follow them. One was a short, scrawny brown skinned man. He wore a jacket, pants and sneakers. The other was a taller, more athletic man. He wore a tank top and jeans, and his arm was covered in tattoos. "This is a shit idea. We need to go back and beg Tiburon's forgiveness!" "Tiburon, forgiving? He'll have our heads mounted on spikes before he forgives anything. He kills for less. Remember he beat that guy to death for cutting in front of him one time?!
Listen, Pablo, we'll just find a place to stash this and hide. We then sell this, get rich and disappear." "I hope you know what you're doing, Juan." Before they could walk any further, Juan was suddenly howling in pain. Pablo saw the source of Juan's pain: He stepped on a bear trap, surrounded by leaves. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! GET IT OFF!" Juan cried out with a panicked Pablo attempting to disarm it. He tried prying it, but it was simply too strong. "Hang on, I'll-" Before Pablo could finish, Juan's head was split open by a machete. Jason pulled it out, ready to strike Pablo. Pablo immediately grabbed the bag and put it in front of him. Jason ended up slicing through the bag.
In a panic, Pablo repeatedly struck Jason with the bag and inadvertently covered him in a snowy, white powder. Pablo got up and ran away. Jason fully recovered, but he felt strange. He felt more energized. Before the killer could ponder further, a flash of light appeared. More soldiers had arrived to avenge their fallen comrades.
"There he is! OPEN FIRE!" At least ten men unleashed their entire clips on the masked murderer, but Jason was already on the offensive. He first grabbed one soldier and twisted his neck. He then grabbed two others and bashed their heads together. The soldiers were dumbfounded at Jason's speed and brutality. "Get in formation! CONCENTRATE FIRE!" Every soldier continued their assault. Jason was completely unphased. He then charged at the soldiers.
He grabbed one of them and broke him with his knee. Jason then knocked another one to the ground and ripped his legs off. Jason then unholstered both of his machetes and began butchering the rest. He sliced the legs off one soldier and then drove both machetes through the eyes. Jason then cut the throats of three others. He then began to feel fatigued. The last soldier drew out his hand gun and began to shoot. Jason sliced off his hand and stabbed him in the stomach with one machete, and then stuck him with the other one.
He fell to the ground and began crawling towards a tree. He began speaking into his radio. "He's a fucking monster. He's not human. You can't fight him. He's-" Jason then picked him up and drove his machete through his throat, and finally decapitated him. Jason then looked around the trail of death he left behind. He sensed this was only the beginning.
Jason then went back to his shack. He had to collect more weapons for his hunt. He grabbed an ax, holstered it to his back and then a compound bow and arrows he stole off hunters he killed early on in the month. He also noticed a Hatchet. He picked up and looked at for a few seconds. He put it back down and packed his newer machete to his side, leaving his rusted version here to sharpen it later.
Back at the lodge, the couple had finished intercourse and were lying down in the woods. The guy put his shirt on and walked off to take a leak. "Melissa, I'll be right back, gotta take a piss." "Ok, Brad, hurry back." He then found some bushes he could urinate on. While he was urinating, he heard footsteps behind him. "Back for more? Don't worry, almost done here." After Brad finished, he turned around expecting his girlfriend. Instead, he was greeted with an ax handle hitting him on the forehead, knocking him to his knees.
Completely disorientated, he looked up at his attacker. It was none other than Jason Voorhees. Jason then swung the ax down on the guy's head, splitting it in half. Jason pulled it out and went after the girl. He drew out his machete for this one. "Brad?! What's taking you so long?"
Melissa went to look for Brad. After putting on her shirt and panties,she then began her search. She kept calling out for him and then tripped suddenly. She felt her hands warm and wet. She looked down and saw a pool of blood and then saw what was left of Brad. Before she could let out a scream, she was stabbed through the stomach. After coughing up blood, she was grabbed by the head and was turned around, facing the killer. He drove the machete through her mouth, exiting through back of her head. Jason picked up both bodies and left the area.
Meanwhile, in an outpost far from the camp, two men were replaying helmet camera footage, viewing their prize in action. "Magnificent. Very impressive. This will make an excellent subject". An older man wearing a lab coat, with a balding head and a scar running from his forehead to his cheek. "That guy should've been fucking dead with everything they threw at him." The other man was wearing a military outfit, complete with a vest, a beret and camouflage.
"Well, colonel, now we know what we are dealing with. How many more do we have left?" "About 30, just enough for the next phase. Now we focus on capture. Also we should deal with the witnesses." "There will be no need for that. Jason will take care of them for us.
Gather the rest of the men, colonel. Tomorrow, Voorhees is ours." While they gathered their resources and their men, Pablo was running as fast he can. Completely exhausted from the massacre, he had to seek help. He stumbled upon a cabin, not too far from camp crystal lake and saw that the occupants had a car. He reached the door and began pounding on the door, shouting for help. Before he could continue, the door swung open and Pablo was grabbed and forced to the floor.
He felt a metallic object on the back of his head. "How many of you are there?" Eli immediately asked the frightened smuggler. "PLEASE! HE KILLED MY FRIEND, AND NOW HE'S COMING FOR ME!" Axel, Derek, and Hayden were already awake with their guns drawn. "Who the hell is this?" Derek immediately asked while Axel and Hayden checked outside.
Eli then began to let Pablo off the floor and sat him in a chair. "Ok, slowly and calmly tell us why you're here." "Ok, I'm Pablo. My friend and I were smuggling some coke, right? Well, not exactly smuggle, more like st-stole it from our boss. It was a really good batch and we were planning on producing and selling it ourselves. But, then...it happened. Juan stepped into a bear trap. I tried to free him, but then his head was split open. It was this fucking giant. He was wearing a hockey that fucking smell, man. He smelled like a corpse." Eli and the others took a long pause and looked at each other before looking back at Pablo.
"Oh let me guess: Jason Voorhees." "I'm serious, and then these fucking soldiers showed up and he went through them like fucking butter! He was like a tank. No matter what they threw at him, he's just kept getting back up and coming. I fucking booked it and ended up here. We need to call the fucking cops...or some-AH!" Pablo let out a yelp before Eli pistol whipped him on the head, knocking him unconscious. "Tie him up, we'll decide what to do in the morning." "Gee, what else is gonna go wrong?!" Axel complained while tying up Pablo.
"Guys, bad news: The feds are here." Hayden said while listening to a police scanner they brought with them. "They're meeting with the Forest Green PD. What do we do?" Eli pondered for a moment. "We stay here for now, but in the morning we hunker down in the camp. No one will think of searching there. We'll figure out what to do with the kid in the morning." "Wait, you don't mean THE Camp, right?" Derek and Axel also protested the decision. "It's a ghost story, you nancies. nothing more. Besides, we have guns. If there is some retard going a killing spree, we kill him first. Got it?" They all agreed to the plan and attempted to rest.
Eli and the gang didn't catch any sleep that night. In the morning, they grabbed their money, supplies and their hostage and headed towards the camp. They started the car and parked it in a concealed spot somewhere near the camp. They proceeded to the camp, not knowing of the terror that awaits. Unknown to them, the Teens were heading there as well.
They all gathered supplies to explore the campgrounds and spend the night. A blonde girl stepped out of the lodge. She was worried about something. "Hey, Jenny. What's wrong?" Her boyfriend asked. He has brown hair, tanned skin with a heavy build. He was curious about what's bothering her. "It's Brad and Melissa. They haven't come back yet since last night, Brian." "Oh, they're probably spreading more of their seed in the woods." Jenny lightly punched him in the shoulder, letting out a chuckle. "You're right, let's go." 6 more people gathered outside, all in hiking gear. "All right people, we're going to Camp Blood ".
Author's note: Sorry I took so long. Had a whole bunch of stuff going on….also played the game...a lot. Anyways, hope you enjoy this, and more will go down in the coming chapters. Hopefully Chapter 3 I can get done sometime mid or late September. Thanks for reading.