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//apologies for those i owe starters/replies to, this week got hella hectic

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If only things had turned out differently on that unlucky day… 

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Ah. So this was how it was going to go. He'd been down this road before, military types trying to arrest him with varying degrees of success-- though none fully succeeded. Sone used fire, others just riddled him with bullet holes until he collapsed. His least favorite had been ice, miserable and freezing as it was.

Though, these soldiers clearly hadn't heard the cautionary tales of getting close.

Their first mistake? Assuming Jason was harmless, even in such a broken down state.

The first that came within arm's reach was grabbed, skull crushed between two palms. A second, taken down under the new body thrown, and even a third, blinded by Jason's thumbs in his eyes. Even if he couldn't stand, his arms still worked just fine. The fourth to approach was simply grabbed and thrown, bowling down several behind him.

They were easy fodder, almost insultingly.

Though, he hadn't anticipated a group of them banding together to tackle him, forcing his face into the mud as they restained his flailing limbs. He'd not seen soldiers like this before, almost always after the first few kills the rest backed off, but these? Determined as ever.

At least he'd whittled down the trespassers' little army, it seemed. Chained, but surrounded by bodies all the same. He couldn't help but have a little grin, after all.

Looking down at the fallen foe, Bruce glared for a brief moment. His eyes narrowed before his hand nudged Jason. Wrapping his fingers around the body, Bruce started to carry him towards the jet, only to put him down like an offering to his master. Achim came walking out, down the ramp to meet up with the pair of them.         “Yae ain’t tough… I wonder if it’s even worth taking yae.” He huffed, looking up at Bruce with a smirk. “Yae did good for once… now return back home and I’ll be sure to have yaer wounds stitched up.” Pointing his finger to the north, the scientist demanded that the creature return as soon as they took off.            Soldiers started to run up to Jason, quickly chaining him up in order to stop a potential murder of their leader. “Take him to the holding cell… we’ll pick up once we get back to base.”

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Jason didn't stop. Not when his breathing became labored, not when his gait turned to a stumble, unable to support the weight with a snapped leg. Not when his hands, slick with blood, couldn't grip even a rock enough to throw it.

Shambling forward, towards the thing that towered over him. Towards the plane, taunting behind safety.

'bring him to me'

He can't help but clench his jaw behind the mask. Would scream in fury if he could. How dare this trespasser think he's above it all? Starting the fight, then decreeing when it ended?

Falling to one knee (he can't WALK like this) Jason can't fathom giving up. Can't imagine letting his mother down, can't fathom losing a fight. But he knows his limits. He needs time to come back, time to heal.

patience, jason. that's a good boy. lie in wait, you know what to do.

They will both die. That much is certain. But he can't. Not now. He will be patient. But when the time comes, he will have no mercy.

“Go get him Bruce, bring him to me and we’ll make sure he’ll suffer for what he did.” Achim’s voice boomed before there was an audible click from the PA system turning off. All he did was wait, blue eye staring out of the window. How dare that god forsaken thing disrespect him so much, well as soon as it was in his grasp, he was going to make sure Jason could feel every little ounce of the torture that was going to be had.

            It seemed as if Bruce was finally listening to his master. Under normal circumstances, the monster’s unhinged rage would be entirely focused on the jet parked right next to him but for once, it wasn’t the scientist that caused this pain and misery to be bestowed upon him today. Another roar escaped the giant monster, echoing through the fog that covered the lakeside before he stepped forward, foot slamming into the mud.              Now looming over Jason, the beast glared. Saliva dropped from his lower lip as if he was ready to consume Jason if need be.

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Creatures of the night

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There was a momentary sensation of weightlessness, a moment of stunned silence. Then a crash that might've rivaled the sound of an explosion.

Hell, it was an explosion. Bits and pieces of shattered wood, 30 years old and BEGGING to come down. Shards of glass, nails, whatever was left of the armchair he'd plowed into just past the wall. What had BEEN a wall.

It took a second for the revenant to realize he was no longer standing, no longer stalking towards the second of the two trespassers. Took a second to realize he'd flown 30 feet, demolishing the front porch and wall of an old camping lodge. Realize there was something sticking out of his chest that really shouldn't be there.

Dark blood oozed lazily down the behemoth's front, up and around the shard of wood nestled around several shattered ribs. Grabbing it, yanking it with all his might, Jason could almost feel it grinding against his spine. Pulling, threatening to snap the sinews and cords entirely as he pulled. He didn't care. He couldn't fight with almost half a log in his chest.

If he were normal, if he were alive, survival of such a wound would be out of the question. Barring the impalement, such force might've simply vaporized him. A lovely pink mist where he'd been standing.

But he wasn't normal. Wasn't alive, by most meanings of the word. And he still had to kill the other trespasser, so tantalizingly close.

Staggering -- ah, yes, that was a shattered bone sticking out of his shin -- Jason refused to give up. One injury would NOT be the end of the fight.

Even if he had to crawl.

The panic started to set in as his experiment laid face first in the mud, not moving a single muscle and the one that did it to him was now advancing towards the general direction of the jet. But he knew what was coming next, and honestly, the transformation can’t come quick enough.           As Jason dragged his feet through the mud, closer and closer to the Jet whose engines were beginning to roar to life. Suddenly, a massive clawed hand smacked Jason away, sending him flying into one of the nearby cabins.           With a roar, a monster towered over the entire area, standing well above the heads of all that were below him. His bright purple and yellow eyes glaring down at the one that was launched across the area. Smoke came pouring out of his nostrils as the thick humid air came into contact with the hotness of his breath.

           The scientist couldn’t help but laugh over the PA system that echoed through the forest. “Oh ho, yae’ve fucked up now.”

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Oh shit indeed. Jason held for several more seconds before abrubtly standing. Simply staring down at the dead body.

thats a good boy. now the other one.

Standing slowly, Jason took one last glance at the body at his feet before he started towards where Achim watched. The machete, still laying abandoned on the ground was quickly scooped up, though Jason's gaze never wavered.

Would Eyepatch run? Would he try and fight? Would he mourn the death of his friend? The revenant found he didn't care. He had one mission, and he was going to complete it if it was the last thing he did.

It was their fault, after all. Knowing the murders that continued to take place and daring to investigate? Curiosity killed the cat, after all.

A sickening croak escaped Bruce’s throat, the other’s grip far stronger than he ever expected. Claws started to dig into the flesh that was holding him, a desperate attempt to get the other to let go. He could feel the lack of air, his body being starved of the oxygen that it needed. Biting at the hands, Bruce tried everything…

      … until nothing…

           Suddenly, Bruce’s body went limp. His heart and brain starved of the one thing they needed to continue functioning. His eyes were shut, which was unusual for the dead due to their muscles no longer working.             Achim watched from the distance, a sudden realising what had actually happened.

          “Oh shit.”

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Finally. Down to his level. Though, with his machete lying forgotten several yards away and tent spikes depleted, he supposed he'd have to resort to his bare hands.

that's a good boy, jason. so resourceful! now finish it. finish them both.

His mother's words, egging him on, rattled out behind him. He'd do anything for his momma, no matter what it was or the cost it took. If she wanted everyone dead that stepped foot in Camp Crystal Lake? Everyone that did was as good as dead. If only to have some peace and quiet, like Momma always lamented they never got to enjoy. Trespassers never seemed to learn, no matter how many of them disappeared by his hand.

Moving to straddle the toppled giant, Jason's eyes flashed with murder, bright and clear despite his decaying form. Hands wrapped around Fangs' neck, missing chunks of skin and flesh, squeezing. He didn't need all of his fingers to strangle someone. And they'd come back, as they always did, anyway. Nothing could stop him, but they sure as hell could try.

He was sheer determination and bloodthirst, staring down at Bruce, willing the monster to stop fighting already.

Watching the whole thing go down, Achim smirked as he turned around. “I’m sure yae can take care of it. I will be waiting for yae in my jet.” With a wave of his hand, the scientist started to make his way through the mud, leaving his experiment to handle the situation unfolding. Bruce was struggling to keep his footing, between the wet, slippery ground of the lake edge to the weight of Jason suddenly crashing into his waist, it wasn’t surprising that the smaller killer was able to bring him down.

       “Wait… what?” Bruce crashed into the mud after his focus was broken for just a millisecond. Now he was left alone into cleaning up Achim’s mess once again. It was his idea to come investigate the murders, it was his idea to disturb the whole area with his arrival… this always happens so it’s not too much of a surprise.

        Snarling, his focus returned back onto Jason. Now he really didn’t want to hurt Jason, out of spite.

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The weapon ripped from his grasp, Jason felt like giving a growl himself. The behemoth in front of him didn't seem to want to back down, but then again neither did Jason. Regardless of the show of strength, the revenant got his feet underneath him again, dripping rainwater from where it had soaked his tattered jeans.

Then, shoulders lowered, he took a leap at Bruce's waist. Throwing everything he had into at least toppling the beast to get to his vital skull. There were flashes of his gloved hands crushing it like a watermelon in his grasp, his mother's voice egging him on despite the very real possibility of him losing.

Though... did something so unkillable HAVE an ability to lose? Or was it just a setback? He never stopped trying, never stopped fighting. Even fights he hadn't outright won weren't counted as losses, as he had all the time in the world to try again.

Well.

If Fangs wouldn't let him go around to get to Eyepatch, Jason would just go through.

As Jason tried to go for the kill by aiming at the throat, Bruce managed to grip the hand that held the weapon before shoving Jason down into the mud below his feet. Smog from the cold brisk air escaped the giant’s nose, the rage he started to feel was boiling up inside to the point where his eyes were flickering between the ocean blue and the amber yellow.           Each blow Jason landed on him, the more he felt like letting go of what was keeping him back.            Suddenly, a bellowing roar erupted from the giant’s lips, droplets of spit raining down onto Jason’s mask. He had hoped that would be a good warning sign to back off before he was forced to fight for his creator. Rows and rows of teeth were covered up as he closed his mouth. He stared down Jason, to see what his next move was.

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Someone suggested for me to draw Jason Voorhees and I kinda lost control for a few minutes

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Angered, by the yelling, by the intrusion, and mostly by the lack of his machete, Jason took a swipe with another tent spike. Aiming to either kill via throat slash or just maim, he lunged forward again, ignoring the question.

Why would this guy care in the first place?

And no. He was pretty sure he was supposed to be dead, at least five times over.

Then, thinking better of it, looked around the behemoth. His machete lay there, discarded by the smaller of the two. If he could get past this one and a grip on it, he would be close enough to cut Eyepatch in half.

Therefore evening the playing field. And quieting it down, as well. Something about Eyepatch didn't sit entirely right with him, but it didn't matter. Both were marked for death, and both would get it. No matter how hard they kicked and fought.

The question was, could he get past? Or was he going to have to do things the hard way?

The tent spike easily pierced Bruce’s flesh, causing him to roar and recoil back. Claws dug into the mud, stopping himself from backing off any further. Yet, Bruce didn’t fight back, it seemed it was out of spite for the scientist who was still barking orders towards him. With one eye open, the giant looked down at Jason before his hands wrapped around the weapon that was embedded into his flesh.            Bruce was quivering, the feeling of the sharp metal object leaving his body wasn’t exactly ideal but he managed to rip it out and throw it into the mud at his feet. He sniffed Jason a little before flinching his head back.            “Ugh… you… you alright?” Jason was certainly the source of the awful stench.

             All the while Achim had moved away from the pair, expecting a fight. But he saw his experiment refusing. “If yae don’t fight back, he’s going to kill yae!”

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