A/N: There will be some differences between the movie timelines and this story.

Oh, and Jason will be taller than Michael and have a type of quirk so to speak.

Fits my story better; promise it will make sense without being out there.

Deal with it.

and Enjoy

.

.

Business as Usual

Chapter 1

A sturdy boot pushed against the slumped shoulder until the connecting body thudded to the ground followed by a "swush" of a blade being flicked free of fresh blood. Jason planted his foot back onto the dirt ground while casting a glance to the other recently deceased person. Both had invaded his camp for a fucking romp. If they had been passing through quickly he might have let them go as his mood was rather positive- and yet they ruined it. The guy had boasted about being able to take on the monster of Camp Crystal Lake and the woman had the audacity to fucking giggle as if her very bones weren't like a toothpick to Jason just as much as her boyfriend's were. They further sealed their deaths by having sex on his territory after badmouthing him. He could still hear the woman's annoying moans and the man's goading words that reminded Jason of his former childhood bullies. Such words never did anything positive for him so he didn't get how that'd lead to continued fucking; not that he really cared. They had decided to come here to give a literal "fuck you" to him and that was the bottom line.

Which earned them an eternal flatline.

Jason crouched down above the dead woman's nude body and stared. He had seen quite the number of naked women since his first return to life, men too, but never felt any type of way about seeing it. There had been many overheard conversations among his victims and the camp counselors who had assisted in his death about how good it would feel when coaxing one another to engage in sex. And from the noises they made weren't ones of pain so Jason figured it did probably feel good. Whatever 'feel good' meant since it obviously wasn't the same "feel good' he felt whenever he got his mother's praise.

Should he just stick his cock in? His hidden gaze slid to the man. He'd have to eat the man first probably to regain some renewed flesh if he wanted his body to be able to perform the act he had witnessed so many times. His mother had blessed him with ever-life so they would not be apart even after her beheading but the years until his return to the living had taken a decaying toll on his body.

He had found eating human flesh regained him some replenishment of his own flesh. It wasn't something Jason was interested in as food was a moot point to someone undead like himself yet there had been times where he partook in consuming some of the remains of his kills. Mostly after his body took repeated heavy blows such as the time during his fight with that parasite Frudy or whatever the burnt-man's name was. He did come to find that eating humans came with a type of step process.

First would speed up the self healing quirk being undead gave him. Second consumption within a timeframe of the first strengthened his body further. He never took more than a few bites on the first as there was no need for boosted strength; he dubbed himself strong enough and such a fact was repeatedly proven true. There were such things as limitations when dead after all. The third he had found out upon mere curiosity and boredom was the rejuvenation of his flesh in its entirety. That also included his face. He had freaked out upon seeing his face after checking out why his hockey mask was sitting differently.

It had shifted the specialness of his facial features to the similar structure of others. His mother would have been most upset if she had seen it. Would he still be considered her special boy if his face looked like everyone else's? Probably not. And that was enough to put Jason off from ever eating human meat for a third time on the same day. He had been relieved to know the changes only lasted the same 24 hour amount of time as the extra strength did.

Jason reached over and ripped off some of the hanging off flesh from the man's side where he had slashed the guy earlier. He had meant to sever the body in half but the girl had given enough forewarning for the attack to be somewhat evaded. What a bitch, no wonder she was being verbally degraded by that guy. Here he paused in taking another handful of bloodied meat as he debated if he wanted to really see how it felt to thrust his dick into a body. The reminder of how the girl ruined a perfectly good aimed hit made him not want to touch her. Maybe the guy then? Jason so did hate men who abused their lovers like his father had done to his mother. He had been glad to find out the asshole died not long after abandoning them even if part of him even as a child wanted to have done it himself.

He cocked his head as he eyed the male corpse. Did guys have sex with each other? He wasn't sure if it was even possible. Sure he had seen two men together but it looked more like they were rutting against each other's bodies as he had no idea where the dick was even supposed to go. Jason shook his head and pulled the mask down to cover his mouth once more and stood up to his full height of 6'5. It was too troublesome and he had better things to do. Like dumping these bodies into the lake he had been damned to. They were, after all, completely unworthy to be put in the same shack where he kept his mother's precious head in.

Jason slung the man's corpse over his shoulder then fisted the woman's hair in his free hand to drag her behind him as he headed toward the docks.

Miles away from the remote forest areas of New Jersey was the stronghold institute for the criminally insane of Illinois state, Smith Grove's Sanitarium. Within the walls of this heavily guarded building was another of infamous standing; a man rather than a place. Not that anyone who knew of this person would still dub them as such a humane being after the atrocities they had committed. Michael Myers was the boogieman of Haddonfield, Illinois. Evil roaming among the innocent in the mocking shape of a human. His prolific killings were so gruesome U.S authorities marked him as one of the top 10 most heinous serial killers of all time; right up there with Hannibal, Jason Voorhees, Ghostface, and Freddy Krueger to name a few off that government issued list.

The staff of Smith Grove's Sanitarium knew all of this of course. Michael's historic story including the events of that Halloween night were known to all down to the finest detail reported. This information was shared to each member of staff who would be within range of the 6 foot tall mute man. There was one member of staff who knew even more and seemed to both pride themselves on this fact and feared it for it placed a target upon their very soul for the town of Haddonfield's monster. Dr. Loomis had brought a young Michael Myers to this institute for a deep revaluation the man had genuinely thought he could get to the bottom of.

Until logic, psychology, and even good faith in good winning over evil was proven to hold no grounds within the 6 year old child's mind. For over a decade, 15 years, Dr. Loomis saw to the boy's mental facilities and encasement at the Sanitarium as the man knew it was better for his own peace of mind to keep Myers here. There was no true way to contain evil but it was better to deal with an evil you know to expect than one able to be unpredictable.

The doctor kept his sessions with Michael going despite having given up on the child now grown adult years ago. He tried so many methods, methods of methods, and drugs upon prescriptions and new trails against old practices. Anything to keep the evil within Michael Myers subdued no matter the consequences. And it had been so for the majority of the past 15 years, minus the duration of Myers's escape a year prior, until it wasn't anymore. Dr. Loomis had felt the shift in his long term patient a week before the 31st of October. Myers's menacing aura that had been kept muddled and sealed underneath layers of curing attempts seeped into the air around the giant man in one distinct session. The doctor would never forget it nor the look in those icy blue eyes. It was like a harsh reminder of that time years ago of when he realized the horror that Michael Myers, despite only being a mere child, was pure evil using a human husk. This evil being had wanted to harm him for getting his way before and bringing it back to the Smith's Grove for indefinite confinement. So acting as a man fearing for their very life Dr. Loomis ordered for Myers to be sent to an even stronger institute far away from him before taking time off himself without a word to his now ex patient.

And the day of transferring locations had arrived.

"Michael."

Called a moderate male voice from the doorway of a white cell like bedroom. The seemingly young man wore a doctor's coat and uniform in matching colors to the room with a nametag declaring the head of the ward section they were currently standing in. The man glanced at the armed guards who were still very tense from the most recent interaction with the killer from an hour prior. Myers had attacked some of the guards when they tried to force him out of the room leading to the head doctor needing to be called in to try and do something when they finally managed to get the silent giant sedated. It was a must that Michael get on the transportation bus to a higher facility with stronger walls as it was highly recommended by Dr. Loomis and backed by the higher ups.

The head doctor was privy to some extra tidbits of information that was handed to him by Dr. Loomis when the guy passed on his duties to the acting head. Michael Myers had one safeguard when he began to act out of his usual dolce state. His mask. The infamous mask. None of them had really thought it'd be as simple as getting the giant's white mask with the synthetic dark hair back to him for them to be able to get the killer to comply.

"I have your mask this time, so you can wear it until you arrive in your new location." The head doctor stepped into the room to place the mask upon the desk Myers was seated at. There had been a few incidents during the man's stay but surprisingly very few of those had actually been started by the silent giant.

The long shaggy hair shifted with Myers's movement as he leant forward to pick up the mask and promptly slipped it on. He stood up from the single chair within the room facing the one window built into the four walls. His broad body turned almost sluggishly toward the door. The motion not giving away the fact he had fought quite a few guards already with a momentum opposite to his current movements.

The doctor motioned for Michael to be cuffed at the wrists and ankles with a connecting chain and led outside to the front when he knew there would be no more hostile actions from the tall man.

A group of highly armed guards guided and followed Myers to the parked bus where he was loaded onto the vehicle, with other criminal patients, and the connecting chains on his limbs were promptly attached to the bar built into the side panel of the bus's wall beside his seat. Other patient inmates seemed to know better than to mess with the man despite how docile Michael tended to come off as; which indirectly helped with assuring the smooth travel of the transportation since there was a limited number of guards that would be seated on the bus. The rest that were assigned to oversee the trip would be riding in the patrolling rear car.

"Why can't we just kill him?" Asked a guard who remained beside the head doctor; both of them watching the departure of the bus. "Nothing less than he deserves."

"Because those that work here gave an oath to help." The Doctor looked to the guard who seemed to flinch a bit at those words. "Myself even more so. There is no need to concern yourself with that man anymore."

"What if something goes wrong though?"

"Have faith in your comrades."

The guard gave a faint nod despite the unsure expression tinting their helmet hidden features. "I do, sir. It's just…" the man paused as the bus passed the final checkpoint onto the main road. "I can't help not being able to shake this bad feeling."

"Your nerves are just overly anxious, my boy." The Doctor clasped the padded shoulder of the guard in reassurance. "Come, we need to get back to regular duties. We have other people who need us."

"Yes sir."

Neither man could predict the magnitude of how true that bad feeling was going to be.