When Jason let loose a roar that shook the very grounds, he raised above his head his newest prize. A compensation for what the small woman had done to him and his master. He'd nearly killed master, inches from her face he got ready to strike her down then move on to the rest of them yet she struggled. She screamed at him in what sounded like desperate pain before lunging forward and cracking foreheads with him.
The blow stunned him a little but didn't move him an inch. All it did was cut their foreheads, blood leaking from the freshest wounds and mingling on their still connected heads. He wanted to snarl at her, to fight and hit but something wasn't right. Why? Why did he want to hurt her? The mere thought was like hurting mother...Why? Flashes in front of his eyes of a livingroom, sitting like a real family while watching some cheap horror movie. The times she'd hugged him, laughed with him, cooed at him, and yes even threatened. The happy, the settled feeling of belonging, even the dull irritation of having to live with that damn Freddy everyday. Carrie and cheese, Tashi and the van, Jess and her bad luck, Sister Amanda and her odd oblivious nature... and Ashley. Ashley who often gave him a pat on the head or a squeeze on the arm. His master.
Jason recoiled from her, his eyes wide and stunned as memories came back and with it his bond. He looked at the battered woman tied to the chair with a whine of regret before he moved quickly forward to cut her free. She flinched at his sudden movement and he cooed at her, chirping softly to let her know it was him again. She didn't react at first, her shoulders slumped forward as he hurried to release her from the prison he'd made. When the bonds were cut however, she lunged forward, throwing her arms around him and sobbing into his thick neck. He cooed at her again, wrapping his arms around as he tried to show her that he was sorry, unsure if words could really fix this or if he'd broken everything. Of course, when she pulled back with sniffs and told him exactly what they were going to do, he felt a chance of making her proud of him again and he grabbed it with the eagerness of a dog.
How they'd got from there to here, he couldn't remember but he still felt the adrenaline burning under his skin as he held the head of the enemy's monster, her pretty face gaping and bloody as he roared triumphantly at his trophy. Wide eyes gaped at him in clear shock as he peered around the room, seeing his 'family' pinned to the wall like he'd been so many times. He didn't like that. The bad people were going to pay for hurting them. He snarled in agreement with nobody in particular, turning first on the closest person. A. Freddy. He bellowed as he raised his machete high, throwing the head now to the ground as he bared down on his next target. Claws came up to block as he yelled something, but Jason didn't listen. The bad people had to pay.
"Jason!" He paused, machete high as he turned to glance over at his mistress obediently. She was glaring at somebody else. "That one. The one at the end with short hair. She's the one I want dead."
Jason growled as he promptly switched targets, stalking towards the now screaming woman. He heard chains rattle around him, sparing only a glance at the pale man with something stuck in his face. He growled warning at him, showing him he would kill if the man dared interfere. Black eyes narrowed and a smirk twitched across lips but he made no more movements, instead turning his attention to the ones on the wall. Seeing this however Jason stiffened and growled even lower. The pin man paused to frown at the larger male, contemptlating tangling with the machete wielding man. He seemed to be thoughtful for a moment before his gaze went back to behind Jason. Twisting to see what he was looking at Jason roared, turning back around when he saw the woman nearly sneak past him. He didn't pause as he raised the machete high in the air and threw it hard. True to aim, it pierced her arm to the wall with a slick slice. She screamed like music to his ears.
He paused to look back at his master, seeing her speaking with A. Freddy and the guy with pins, each with what he presumed was masters. He growled lowly, spitting a little he gave them a cold glare, untrusting for them to be so close. That was his master. Nobody touches Master. He forgot about the girl on the wall and stormed to them, hissing in pure hatred as he leaned over Ashley's shoulder to glare. She glanced up at him before looking back at their 'newest comrades'.
"Is she pinned?" Ashley asked without turning her eyes again from the two.
"Yesss." Jason growled rubbing his shoulder firmly against her back.
"Can you try and get those traps off of our team then? Without hurting them I mean." Now she spared a glance up at him as she sent him that quirked smile, bitter but still there. He huffed before turning and trudging first to John. He paused to examine the works, humming a little before gripping it by the sides and ripping the entire thing off the wall. Once laid flat on the ground he undid both the arm bonds before moving on the next. He kept going until he came to Carrie, dripping with blood. He stopped, staring at her for a long moment before slowly reaching up and slowly pushing the pieces of flesh back together.
Around him the family teared up, huddled together in a 'kill circle' as they watched grimly at Jason's almost innocent attempt to fix something he couldn't fix. They watched, keeping an eye on the growing group that surrounded Ashley. They spoke gruffly amongst each other, keeping an eye on the whimpering brunette on the wall as they spoke with each other. Finally Ashley emerged with a grim expression.
"They aren't enemies." Ashley said giving them all a look over. "Were ruled by fear I guess. By the way, may I say I make look like crap but at least I look better than you guys? I may have got thrown out a freakin' window but I guess I still got the lucky end of the stick eh?"
"...how?"Tashi asked hesitantly glancing at Jason. "How did you fix your bond?"
"No idea. He just... snapped out of it." Ashley answered shrugging. She winced a bit before chuckling a bit sheepish. "Luck probably."
"LUCKY ASHLEY!" Everybody in the room paused and looked again at the rather pleased looking Jason who stood before a scarred but somehow living Carrie. She stared at them with her remaining eye, lips curling half up as she stared out from a scar riddled face. "What?"
"That outcome was... unexpected." Pinhead stated with a tilt of his head. "What talent gave her this chance?"
"Defies reality and Einstein." Jason stated proudly as he promptly ripped Carrie from the wall. He chirped at her and she snorted before ripping off her own bonds with a wicked laugh.
"I defy all old people!"
"I'm glad you're alright." John said softly, his old eyes watering a little as he smiled at her. "I'd thought you were dead."
"Yeah. Me too." Amanda agreed.
"Me three." Jess added with a dull sigh.
A dull croak and some clicks echoed from the corner where the Grudge stood useless in the corner. Freddy felt his eyebrow twitch as he turned and fumed at her, body radiating heat as his voice turned into furious shrieks that were promptly ignored by the ghost woman. "Where the fuck have you been?! WHY WEREN'T YOU HERE EARLIER? DON'T LOOK AT ME AND CLUCK LIKE A DAMN CHICKEN! YOU USELESS DUMB BITCH!"
A low whine escaped from Leatherface as he shifted anxiously between Michael and Jason, glancing around with huffs and sharp shakes. It was clear the poor man was having a melt down yet neither Jason nor Michael seemed to care. In fact, Michael turned and stared at the heavy set man and began to fiddle more with his knife causing higher distress for the poor male. Noticing the acts Ashley huffed.
"Come here Bubba." she said waving him over with an arm. "I won't hurt you."
Hearing his name, Leatherface paused, staring intently at her before shaking his head and glancing terrified at Jason. Jason simply stood still and stared back, glancing slowly from him to her, to the asshole on the other side, then back again. They locked eyes for a moment and Bubba whined, dropping low like a dog with an abused master. At first, there was no reaction but when Jason took a step forward Bubba let out a shrill screech. The apron clad man turned to flee only to find himself trapped earning another desperate wail. By the time he twisted around to try for the door, Jason was on him with a hand outstretched.
Bubba shook so hard it was a miracle he could stand, eyes bulging as he remained in place. The group watched tense as Jason lowered his hand and gripped the other firmly on the shoulder. Bubba let loose a whimper, waiting for the hit yet what he got instead was the free hand reach over and pat him a little roughly atop the head. Both giants paused, eyeing each other up for a bit as they tried to test the action before trying again to show such odd kinship.
"Oh look. Dip shit and Dipshitter." Freddy and A. Freddy grunted in unison. Immediately they glared at each other and bared claws. "What you say? Hey, quit that! SHUDDUP! I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Like twins." Tashi chuckled with dull amusement.
"WE'RE NOT!"
"Totally are." Pinhead's master agreed. "Jason and Leatherface are like big brother and little brother."
Hearing their names, both turned and perked up, Jason's hand still on Bubba's head. They whistled as one and Ashley didn't stop the laugh that came from her lips. She walked to them, sided by Leather face's master as they peered up at their duo with proud and relieved expressions. "Hear that Jason? You're a big brother. You gotta look out for Bubba now, 'kay?"
"As if those idiots could tell what a brother is." Tala spat. The entire group turned as one, once again remember the idiot they'd left pinned to the wall. As one they snarled, turning to glare at her. They looked at each other, quietly deciding on something amongst masters before turning back at the ranting woman. "What? Their monsters! They need leaders who are willing to kill! You'll ruin them otherwise!"
"Guys?" It was Pinhead's master who spoke. All horror chars looked at her with dull suspicion as she turned and took hold of Tashi's arm. "You guys have fun. We're outta here. Though... Where should we meet?"
"We're going back to the farm." Tashi answered firmly before glancing back and smiling wickedly at the paling woman on the wall. "And don't forget your manners boys. Clean up your mess."
With that masters woke from the gored basement, arm in arm or side by side. The last they heard when they'd left was the scream of a woman and the wet tearing of flesh.
Alright so this part is obviously nearing an end. :D Couple more chapter before I start number 2. :D Hang in there with me!
