Kane—The Angel of Retribution

Summary: Alexander Kane, part vigilante, part spiritual warrior, is given a task to bring in two of the most evil, undead, and demonic killers…alive! Can he find them? Will he be able to capture them? More importantly, can he restrain himself from disobeying his orders by killing them?

Author's Note: I do not own A Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, or any of the characters therein. The only part of this story I do own is the character and story of Alex Kane. Also, if you want to know more about the character and/or happen to like The Lovely Bones, then check out my alternate ending for that story involving my star character.

(Kane's POV)-Crystal Lake

The sun had just set as I drove into Wessex County. I was wearing all of my uniform, or costume if you prefer, save for my hat and mask, a half-face mask like punk kids or robbers might wear. I didn't want to draw too much attention. After all, I was supposed to seek and retrieve, not scare a whole bunch of civilians. I doubt the Millers would help me take down Voorhees with me being just as scary as him.

I went to the nearest gas station to fill the car up when I noticed a phone booth. I wondered if finding them would be that easy. I looked thoroughly through the Ms until I came upon a Clayton Miller. His place was on some rural route, but I could find it. I asked the gas station cashier the directions for the address when I went to pay for fuel and some Pepsi. God knew I'd probably need the caffeine.

It took me about 10 minutes to find the place. In my head the game plan was going a few different directions. Really, it wouldn't be too different than with Freddy since I was using escaped prey as bait. Since Voorhees wasn't was metaphysical as Krueger, it sounded easier in theory. In practice, however, was probably going to be another story. Krueger was a pushover in the physical realm, so he didn't thrive here like Voorhees supposedly did. Then again, Jason wouldn't be the first demonic brute I've gone toe-to-toe with. This time I'd use a sword instead of my butcher knife. I couldn't risk damaging him, so I had to bring a regular broad sword, somewhat identical to my angelic one. If I used that blade, Jason would go down for the count, no matter what kind of hell spawn was bound to him.

I got out and walked up to the door. I knocked a few times and only had to wait a few seconds for the door to open a few inches, the chain still on. The face matched Clay Miller's photos, so I knew I was at the right place. "Can I help you?" he asked through the small gap.

"That depends, are you Clay Miller?"

"Yeah."

"You have a sister named Whitney?"

"What's it to you?"

"I can assure you Mr. Miller that I am not a cop and neither of you are in any trouble. I believe you just asked if you could help me and I believe you can and in return I can help you and your sister, as well as this whole town."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Your sister went missing for approximately six weeks didn't she? Went on a trip with friends, only the friends never came back—"

"Get the fuck off my property or I'm calling the cops," he cut me off slamming the door in my face.

I yelled, "I know it was Jason Voorhees. Son of Elias and Pamela Voorhees, supposedly drowned at age 11 in the early 80s, presumed dead ever since. But you and I both know that's bullshit. I know you've seen him, that it was Jason who killed all those kids and nearly killed the two of you, and I'm pretty sure you have some horrible, nagging feeling that he's still alive in those woods."

A few seconds pass by until I hear the chain being taken off and the door opening completely. "What do you want?" he asked me simply.

"I want to capture Jason, and being his only known surviving would-be victims, you can bring him to me. He's seen you, on his land, on his property, yet you are still alive. In his mind that cannot do and upon recognition he will attempt to finish the job. You come with me to the camp, of which there is no doubt that he's still there, and help me to flush him out. I can then deal with him directly, incapacitate him, and remove Jason Voorhees from your hair."

"First of all, you don't know what you're dealing with. The guy isn't human. He's…something, I don't know what, but he's not going down like Bonnie and Clyde if that's what you're thinking. Second, I don't like the idea of me, or my sister being used as bait."

"I didn't say she had to, one of you will do fine, even though her resemblance to Pamela Voorhees could help. Then again, Jason may technically be mentally retarded, but I'm not so sure he's stupid enough to fall for the same trick twice. After all, he's living out in those woods like Rambo or something, so he ain't that stupid. In other words, Mr. Miller you'll do. And by the way, yes, I do know what I'm dealing with, more than you know and you've seen the bastard. Come with me."

He reluctantly followed me to the trunk of my car where I showed him my hardware. Of course the guns wouldn't be necessary in my case, maybe for Clay's if it made him feel better.

I continue, "You see, Clay, I hunt men like Mr. Voorhees down like rabid dogs. Now, I'm not going to kill him. With that kind of power, I'm not sure I'm capable right now anyway, but he can't kill me either." As I said this I thrust a blade from one of my throwing knives into my hand and quickly removed it. I showed him the wound as it immediately began to seal itself, the blood flow stopping. "Now, Clay, if you help me get him, isn't that worth knowing that he's taken care of. I will always have an eye on him. I promise he will be dealt with accordingly. As God is my witness, Jason will never kill another innocent person again. You, Whitney, this whole town can rest easy and never have to worry about him ever again."

He sighed deeply, eyes closed deep in thought. He said, "All right, I'm in. When do we start?"

"Right now."

About 20 minutes later were just approaching parking areas for the woods. I explained the plan to Clay. He would go in with some of my guns, appearing to hunt Jason by himself. Jason will be drawn to his potential victim while I, a fellow hunter (one who's far better at stealth), will stick to Clay from the shadows, listening to his movements and feeling for his evil aura, like I did with Krueger. The second Jason came out for the kill, I would intercept. Even if I couldn't stick to close to Clay, I could still use some throwing knives when he comes out.

So, he walked, seemingly alone with one of my 9 mm's in hand, to the abandoned camp. We got to the cabins and good God it smelled! Who knows what the fuck he's been doing here for the past 20 years besides killing lost and/or high teenagers? We approached the closest cabin, and Clay was just about ready to open the door when all of a sudden these stadium lights came on. I overcame the light quick and I could feel movement on the other side of the cabin, as if I was right there. He was climbing up the wall, planning to attack from the roof. There was a sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed and there he was. He was taller and thicker than I was, wearing ragged clothes and a hockey mask to conceal whatever abominable image he was born with. In less than a second, my throwing knife went into where his neck and right shoulder met. He lost his footing and slipped down the side.

I went over to his landing space immediately, broad sword drawn, as well as some tranquilizers concealed in my coat. It didn't take him long to get up and look at me, a fellow scary masked man with a big ass blade as a weapon of choice. He tilted his head somewhat, as if seeing me from another angle would make me seem weaker, thus making more sense for him since clearly he was not used to intimidating prey. I couldn't help but be reminded of Spider-Man versus Scorpion, who was faster and stronger than him, but dumber and mentally unstable. Only question anyone could ask was who would win: the big fucking spider or the obviously deadly scorpion. Little did old Jason know that I was just as good at killing as he was. Technically he did for territory with the foundations of revenge, but I didn't stay in one place and wait for prey to come across my path like he did. I was always on the offensive, much like he appeared to be.

Immediately he swung his machete at my head, but I blocked it. God, he was tougher than I thought! I would have to draw from my emotions a lot to best Jason. Feeling rage within me, as I'm sure my opponent did, I pushed him back until he was against the cabin wall. I did three painful headbutts before he used his legs to kick mine, making me lose both our footing. I got up first, a second before him, and made for an attack. He moved away quickly enough so that I only grazed his ribs, as I had anticipated. Seeing his wound, he was in a fury now and did a series of thrusts and swings, just as I would, and grazed my shoulder. My wound healing quickly, I made for a similar attack, but I had to hold back so as not to injure Jason too much. He stood his ground as our blades were deadlocked at the end of my multiple swings. This time, taking a page from me, he headbutted me, HARD! That one attack broke my nose and cut into my forehead. Knocking me back with the headbutt gave him the advantage and he put a lot of strength into one powerful swing.

THWACK!

I screamed in pain, and I opened my eyes to see that his machete was embedded in my shoulder. Next thing I knew, gunshots were being fired. Goddamn that Clay! He was risking his life to try to help me, even though I told him I didn't need any. Jason quickly turned to see his runaway prey, took out a hunting knife he had on him, and started heading for Clay. Drawing from my adrenaline, I took out the machete in less than 10 seconds as Clay was still shooting at his oncoming target. I charged with the machete in hand and managed to run Jason through his right chest plate, avoiding his heart just in case it was vulnerable, which I doubted (at least in my case). In that moment of surprise on Jason's and Clay's actions, I quickly drew the syringe and thrust it into Jason. There was enough to knock out a few bull elephants with hard-ons (yeah, THAT much!). In less than five seconds he was down and unconscious. At last I could breathe easily, which reminded me of my nose, prompting me to snap it back into place. It hurt like hell, but my nose has been broken so many times I barely whimper when I fix it nowadays. My big shoulder wound was still healing when I was chaining Jason up, repeating the same process as I did with Freddy, and put him into the trunk.

I drove Clay home, who was left speechless by my bout with the man/monster who had nearly killed him once before. When we got there, he asked me, "What are you going to do with him?" I replied, "I'll find something useful for him to do. After all, Mr. Voorhees and I are alike in many ways. He could be useful, once he's seen the light so to speak." With that, Clay got out of the car and I drove on back to Chicago.

Eddie was waiting for me with Freddy still sleeping as I had left him in his cage. "Had any trouble?" I asked. He answered, "Nope, he slept like a baby the whole time. I didn't even have to up his sedatives."

I put Jason into the empty cage next to Freddy's. It was almost exactly the same, except there were more restraints on Jason's bed. With him being as strong as he is, he needed a lot more chains, and they had to be thicker. I finally blessed the restraints and locks on Jason and his cage and locked the door.

Eddie looked at me and asked, "Well, now what?"

I answered, "Let them sleep. They'll need their rest. When they wake up, I'll give them my start-of-class lecture and see where it goes from there."

I ended up staying up part of the night watching the two killers sleep before sleep finally took me. The last thing I remember before nodding off was: God help the bastards I hunt when I get done with these two.

Author's note: That's the end for now. I know it's a bit of a cliffhanger, but I can't really imagine where to go from here. I hope this was fun for you guys; I especially enjoyed writing the fight between Alex and Jason. It was probably the biggest action scene I've written (maybe even better than the one I wrote in my Lovely Bones fic).

I'm open to reviews. I'd love to hear what you think. As for a sequel, maybe someday, but probably not likely.