Jason Takes Equestria

The story you are about to be told takes place in a mystical land far far away (Wessex County, New Jersey) were in, a certain infamous camp is located. A camp that has a long history of pain, misery and death which most wish they could forget.

Many have tried to cover the facts of its history in myth and legend but in doing so only would lead many to an untimely and violent end. Nicknamed Camp Blood, Camp Crystal Lake over the years has seen the deaths of dozens and many more fated to occur.

At least that is what was believed to be its future. Sometimes things don't go as fate has designed and it gets twisted, stretched or even overturn entirely. What would cause the tale of carnage to suddenly come to an abrupt halt you may ask?

That is where this story begins.

First and foremost is the key character of those campfire stories and normally downplayed as just a story.

Jason Voorhees: only beloved son of Pamela Voorhees, drowned at a young age in the lake caused by teasing gone too far by the other children; As well as the camp counselors too swept up in teenage lust to pay attention.

Pamela in the rage and grief of the loss of her son killed 9 people before meeting her end at the hands of the last would-be victim. Thinking the worst was behind them they attempted to reopen the camp, only to have Jason reemerge as an adult and take up his mother's killing spree of vengeance.

Now dear reader I know what you are wondering.

How did he go from a small child to a full-grown adult?

Where had he been all this time?

Why did he not go to his mother to show he was alright?

Well, he was with his mother the whole time.

He did indeed drown that day but was not found by the police during their search of the lake. His body was later found by Mrs. Voorhees and was taken in secret back to their home which was quite far from town and secluded from prying eyes.

She kept him in his room just as if he was still alive. She would at times talk to as well as speak for the son she loved and grieved for as her madness deepened. Soon though, even this was not enough and all she wished for was to have her son back by any means, no matter the cost.

She sought any and all possible hints in voodoo, black magic, and cult rituals but none seem to be what she was looking for or just strait up flimflammery which only succeeded to spur her on thinking less and less of people.

Then one day, through all odds Pamela came across a strange book that seemed to be bound in human flesh and penned in human blood.

The Necronomicon Ex-mortis aka the book of the dead. It was written in a language she didn't understand but there were a few notes tucked in it here and there to give her the jist of its contents. There were a few incantations littered in the book with rather graphic images as she thumbed through its pages. she stopped on a page that only had a note that said "Breath of New Life" as the title.

Her interest peeked, she resolved to look deeper into said spell. Slowly but surely (and multiple trips to the big city library for any books to help in her translations) she pieced together that it maybe something to bring back her child. She read over the spell again and again in her mind to make sure she knew the right pronunciation of each word.

One thing she learned in her study was that the key to it working was saying the words right the first time. No retries, one shot and that’s it.

After reading and rereading the incantation many, many times she felt confident enough to try it for real. She steeled herself and spoke the words written inside in a measured, even tone.

"Treguna. Mekoides. Trecorum. Satis. Dee."

When she finished, she looked over the body of her son for any sign of change but didn’t see anything significant. Her sorrow swelled in her chest as tears began to form in her eyes.

She was about to throw the book across the room when she heard it.

A low wheezing gurgle came to her ears from the direction of Jason.

Freezing in an instant, she turned her head to look at her son. Moving closer to him and inspecting his small frame the wheezing sound persisted and became easier to hear. His chest rose and fell ever so slightly to the point that if you weren’t really looking it would be easy to miss.

Slowly she placed a hand on his head, while she rested an ear to his chest. A dull steady beat could be heard. His heart had started beating again and was steadily getting stronger. His cold clammy frame started to warm up ever so slowly.

Tears of joy streamed down her face at the thought of her success.

Turning Jason onto his side, the liquid that was trapped in his lungs poured out allowing him to breathe easier, the wheezing subsiding gradually.

It was indeed a success but even though he was brought back to life he was not moving apart from breathing as well as his heart.

The soul had yet to fully return, and part of the spell also attached a Kandarian demon to the young child's body. This demon caused its new host to regenerate the damage of decay that the former corpse had incurred since the time of death.

The spell had also placed the demon in a subservient state to only act by the wishes of the summoner. The soul and demon mixed inside the body, making an abomination of sorts. It still had Jason’s will, mind and memories but was bound by the same spell the demon had to abide by. This caused him to be more akin to a doll then a normal child, but Pamela only cared that her son was alive.

As time passed Jason grew under the watchful eye of his mother.

The demon (a being summoned to this world and a magical creature in nature) needed to absorb the magic in the surrounding atmosphere to grow stronger.

In this modern time however, it only had a scant amount, only found in small pools at best, as well as being few and far between. This caused it to only be able to sustain this body as a normal human and the slight regenerative ability.

Pamela loved Jason just the same as before and showered him with motherly love, but somewhere in the back of her mind she could tell he wasn’t quite the same as before. Even then she only blamed the counselors and that camp for what happened to him and the way he was now.

Still being the good mother she was, she taught Jason many things including a moderate education, building crude shelters and some survival skills which they enjoyed, and Jason excelled at. The more time went on the more human Jason seemed to become.

The ability of free thought came more to the surface, though still childlike and simple, he grew day by day. Pamela was never one to order Jason around which also helped his development.

The time they had together was filled with happiness and love.

But all good things must come to an end sadly.

One day on the way home after buying some supplies and new clothes for her ever-growing boy, Mrs. Voorhees came across a hitchhiker and decided to pick them up on a whim, nothing more. She pulled over to let them in and the first words they said made her blood run cold.

“Hi. I'm going to Camp Crystal Lake.” She climbed in and said with a smile.

What?

Their opening it up again?

After what happened to my Jason?!?

Hate and anger blazed up inside her. she gripped the steering wheel and bit her lip so hard she could have drawn blood.

“Hey, wasn’t that the road for Camp Crystal Lake back there?”

She kept driving, not hearing the girl speak because of the rage boiling over, blinding her to any and all things.

How dare they act as if nothing ever happened and continue business as usual!

I won't allow it!

Never!

“I think we better stop.” Annie Phillips stated, fear showing across her face.

This was when Mrs. Voorhees finally turned and looked at the poor girl with a murderous gaze that could almost kill by itself. Annie who in a desperate attempt to get away jumped out of the jeep. Pamela stopped the vehicle and threw it in park before pursuing her into the woods.

Catching up to Annie was easy seeing as she had injured herself when she leaped from the vehicle. Ignoring her please, Pamela slit Annie's throat and let her bleed out, choking on her own blood.

This didn't really help subdue any of her killing intent. After a bit of Pamela breathing the fire out of her lungs, she stuffed the body into the back of her vehicle and drove home to retrieve Jason.

Jason was looking out the window as he waited for his mother to return. He was concerned upon seeing her pull into the driveway at a higher speed the normal, throwing gravel. The jeep came to a grinding halt at the front of the house.

He exited their home to meet his mother to see what could be wrong and help.

Pamela stepped out of the jeep, briskly walking up to him to meet him halfway.

He was a bit taken aback by the look on his mother's face and the worry showed.

“Jason, my dear sweet baby boy, they reopened that offal camp.” Pamela spoke while placing a hand on the side of his face lovingly.

Jason could see the anger roiling up behind her eyes. Witnessing the normally loving, caring mother so furious caused Jason to also become like wise angered, clenching a fist in turn.

Unbeknownst to Pamela or Jason this caused a stir in the demon. Hatred and anger were something it could feed on and could in turn help it grow stronger.

“We will make them pay for what they did to you Jason. We will kill every last one of those wretched people who dare set foot at that camp.” This is what turned into a part of the driving force to Jason in the oncoming years of stalking the area of Crystal Lake. The only real order Jason would ever receive from his mother, as far as the demon had taken it.

That night Jason helped His mother kill, stow and pin up every person that had the misfortune of crossing their path. Even throwing one of the counselors through a window to frighten the remaining girl.

Pamela decided she wanted to savor the last victim. Thinking It should be easy because it's just a lone, terrified girl after all. After asking Jason to hide far enough in the woods not to be seen, Pamela drove up to the cabin the girl had barricaded herself in.

Alice came rushing out thinking his mother was someone else, then stopped and asked “Who? Who are you?”. “Why, I’m Mrs. Voorhees. An old friend of the Cristy’s.”, stated Pamela beaming a friendly, warm smile.

After a brief interaction, Pamela lead the way back into the cabin the girl had ran out from.

Jason waited and kept watch from his vantage point in the woods for his mother to return. After a few moments there were sounds of a commotion and the girl ran out like a scared rabbit.

A confused Jason followed the girl with his eyes as she first tried to take the jeep, only to scream after seeing the body of her fellow counselor. She tried to run again only to be frightened by another body hung in a tree.

Glancing back to the door he saw his mother stagger out and watch the girl run into the dark night. Pamela murmured to herself in a low voice and set off in pursuit of her prey.

Jason followed them at a distance and under cover of the trees to keep watch. They went into another building, more of a scuffle could be heard and the girl exited first once more. This time Pamela didn’t come out as quickly and seemed a bit more beaten up. Glancing about for a bit, she seemed to have lost track of the girl.

She walked in the direction where she thought the girl had gone off to for a while but couldn’t seem to find her. Even Jason wasn’t sure where the girl had gone at the moment. He was too worried when his mother hadn’t come out to keep track of her.

After a minute of fruitless searching Pamela came up to Jason a tad worse for wear. “Jason, did you see where that girl went?” his mother asked him while panting.

He closed his eyes and was about to shake his head 'no' when he noticed something. After closing his eyes, it seemed like he could see something in the darkness. He turned his head to what was just in his peripheral vision to see a red form running in the distance.

It was that girl, and she was running into another cabin. After she did, the building lit up a bloody red color.

“What's wrong Jason?” Pamela gripped her son's arm in worry. Jason, while still facing the same direction of the cabin, opened his eyes while pointing his other hand at the place that he was facing.

Pamela followed where his finger was pointing and asked, “She went in there?” Jason nodded slowly. His mother beamed up at him. “That’s my good boy. Always so helpful to mother. Hand me that machete.”

Jason had picked it up earlier as they were taking care of a counselor. It seemed very useful, so he kept it with him. He handed over the weapon to his mother as she strode to the cabin in question.

Jason waited from his position by the trees and watched his mother go inside.

A lot of banging and crashing erupted from inside the cabin, then fell silent.

After a few moments, Alice wandered out of the cabin then headed toward the lake shore, then crouched down by the water's edge. Jason shifted his vision from the girl to the doorway again.

Pamela, blood dripping from the back of her head, struggled to keep herself upright and followed the girl slowly.

They had another altercation on the beach, where it didn't seem either side had the upper hand, were growing even more tired as the struggle went on.

Then it happened.

Alice was able to break free. She went to grab the machete that been knocked aside before.

Pamela couldn't stop her in time.

She swung the blade back in what seem like slow motion (from Jason’s point of view) and chopped Pamela’s head from her shoulders.

Her hands reached up for a moment, as if to search for her missing head, then fell on her side on the beach.

Jason was motionless as he took in the scene before him.

He didn't even register the girl dropping the machete, climb into a canoe and paddling out into the lake.

Minutes passed as his mind just couldn't wrap around what he saw.

As if to be on autopilot he stepped forward toward this horror before him.

He stopped upon reaching where his mother's head had come to rest.

Crouching down and with a trembling hand, he placed said hand on the side of his mother's face.

Nothing but a vacant stare greeted him.

Tears fell from his eyes; in the deepest unadulterated sorrow he had ever experienced.

Slowly and with the tenderness one would show while handling a newborn baby, Jason lifted and cradled his mother's head in his arms. He rose from where he had been kneeling and walked over to the body.

He grabbed the collar of the sweater his mother was wearing and began to walk back into the woods. the loose sweater pulled away from the limp body, then free completely, but Jason paid it no mind as he marched deeper into the ever-darkening world.

This was the end of Pamela's life, as well as the beginning of Jason's reign of terror over any and all who dare set foot at Camp Crystal Lake, or the surrounding area. (Plus, one boat trip to Manhattan and going to hell and back literally).

Many Years Later

Jason awoke from his slumber, then rose from his makeshift bed. Upon doing so he turned to the shrine he made for his mother.

He knew what had awaken him.

Trespassers.

After many years with over a hundred kills, what small amount of power the Kandarian demon could garner expanded bit by bit.

His aforementioned regenerative ability after being killed and resurrected multiple times was more or less the only thing keeping him together. It acted like a passive skill that would heal him during his time of rest, when he wasn't out killing. Though he was more or less a walking corpse now because of the paltry amount of magic in the air for him to absorb. He only got a small recharge by the electricity that would course threw him from time to time.

(In simple terms it was only working at maybe five percent of its functionality)

Next was his sense ability. Sensing intruders on what he deemed his domain was one of the first powers he learned about and became proficient at.

Jason closed his eyes to see just how many would dare step in these sacred hunting grounds.

In the darkness he felt something like a pulse radiate from the core of his being that acted almost like sonar, waiting only a few brief seconds a ping returned indicating something foreign in his territory. There were seven beings that did not belong here.

Jason's brow furrowed as he scowled.

All of them seemed to be near the main lodge. One inside said lodge, three by the fire pit most likely having a conversation, a fifth by the wood pile nearby while the sixth and seventh were moving away from the others toward the lake shore.

Opening his eyes, he then gave a reverent gaze to his mother.

Mother, I'll return soon.

He got to his feet then headed for the door.

Stopping for a second, Jason glanced back at the book he kept next to said shrine. He didn't know why but he felt it was important, so he left it with his mother, as well as the sweater she once wore. It seemed to have a face on its cover and made in some strange way.

Once again, he stepped outside the door and into the dark night.

As he began his hunt, he decided to start with the two that were headed toward the lake.

Moving through the woods was the same as walking in his own back yard, so it only took a short while before he was on the opposite side of the lake as the couple.

Keeping himself in the woods enough as to not be noticed, he peered out and across the lake.

The two he saw, a male and female, ran to the beach while simultaneously stripping their clothes, to the point neither of the pair had a stitch on.

Jason narrowed his eyes and grit his teeth in anger at the flagrant disregard of his territory.

As the two jumped into the water to splash and laugh together, they were in their own little world.

Soon they drew closer to one another then began to playfully kiss and grope.

This only helped to fan the flame of his anger.

Seeing as the two only had eyes for each other, Jason stepped forward and headed into the water.

He slid under the lakes surface silently as his pace didn't seem to be affected by any water resistance in anyway. To him, it was the same as strolling through an open grassy field on a summer after noon.

By the time Jason arrived on the other side, only the female was still swimming and treading water in place.

The male must have gotten out first.

Jason guessed.

no matter.

Jason reached up slowly and timed his grab, seizing the back of the female's ankle into a vice like grip. She shrieked in surprise upon being snagged.

Jason took a few steps backward, dragging the terrified girl deeper into the water.

She thrashed at the surface, kicking and screaming for help against an odd death grip she could not shake, no matter how hard she tried.

When she had reached a point where her head barely broke the surface, Jason yanked her completely under. As to keep from getting any air, he snatched a flailing arm and brought her, face to face, with himself.

One thing about this lake, it lived up to its name's sake with its crystal-clear water so she could see him staring right into her widening eyes.

Expelling the remainder of air left in her lungs in an underwater scream, she kicked and punched at him in a futile attempt to get free.

After a minute or two, her movements dulled, then ceased. Jason tilted his head ever so slightly as he looked at the blank stare on her face.

Releasing her to float back up Jason noticed the male was rushing back into the water, swimming to the female. Jason just watched as he started to pull her out and to the shore.

After they exited, he moved in pursuit of them.

Jason's head broke the surface of the lake and witnessed the male trying to help his female counter part.

"Tiffany! TIFFANY! oh god no! come back to me babe!" The man started CPR on the unconscious Tiffany.

Jason strode out of the water, making surprisingly little sound as he closed the distance. With every slow step, he shifted his right hand to the machete sheathed on his hip. Clutching the handle, he drew the weapon from its resting place with a practiced flow of a master.

During his approach Tiffany surged back to life with an eruption of bile and fluid from her mouth and nose. She coughed, gasped and vomited more water out of her shaking frame.

"Yes. Yes! There you go!" the man helped her roll to her side making it easier to ex-spell any remaining fluid in her lungs. Tiffany in a dizzying fog tried to focus between her coughs and panting.

Jason stepped up behind the man then came to a halt.

Tiffany spotted the wet boot of someone and looked up in dread.

Hefting his blade over his head, he readied for the down stroke.

She shrieked "KENNY!".

Kenny turned and looked up to see a hulking, machete at the ready Jason. His eyes enlarged in fright while his pupils shrank.

Then the blade of his machete came downward, with the speed and power of the grim reapers scythe, with the same promise of death to all who are kissed by its cold, unforgiving steel.

Kenny's head was bisected horizontally, just blow the eye sockets. The top half went flying off, landing upside down, right in front of Tiffany's face.

Their eyes met and she could not look away from the complete and udder horror. The body dropped soon after, gushing blood and twitching uncontrollably.

Jason, after cleanly slicing through Kenny's skull and grey matter, with a fluid motion angled his arm, readying his blade for another death blow.

The last thought Tiffany ever had was, Oh my god! HE KILLED KENNY!

Main Lodge

"Dude, I swear I heard a bunch of screaming just now!" Adam stated, looking the same direction Kenny and Tiffany had headed off to, concern clearly evident on his face.

Chad, with a roll of his eyes scoffed. "More than likely it's just Kenny giving Tiffany the ride of her life. I heard she's a real 'screamer' in the sack." He finished his beer to punctuate his point.

"I don't know. I heard that a lot of bad shit happened around here." AJ looked around creeped out while trying to warm her hands by the fire.

Deborah came back to the fire pit from the lodge, carrying everybody's drinks in her arms with uneasy steps. "Actually, there is a story about these parts being haunted by the spirit of a child who had drowned here in 1957. Since then, a bunch of death seem to happen around the lake from time to time."

"And you didn't think to tell us this information 'before' we came all the way out to butt fuck nowhere?!" Brandon exclaimed quizzically while carrying some wood back for the fire. He dropped the wood in a heap just outside the circle of chairs the others were sitting in.

Deborah looked from side to side and pouted slightly. "It's not like anybody asked me what I knew about it." she handed AJ an Adam their drinks which they both mouth 'Thank you' for. "Most of it seemed to be just a lot of 'hearsay' anyway. nobody really knows for sure."

While handing Chad his drink, he snatched it from her hands with a look of complete disdain. "It's about fucking time!"

Deborah backed away with a start, looking at the ground. "I-I-I-I'm sorry."

AJ jumped up from her seat. "Leave her alone, Chad!"

"Shut up skank!" shooting a glare, Chad chugged down his beer. then tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder.

Adam got out of his chair in an instant, rushing at Chad shoving him 'ass over tea kettle' out of his seat."Go fuck yourself, Chad!"

Suddenly something came sailing through the air from the darkness. It landed then rolled to a stop near the fire. All five of them stop to look at what it was.

Deborah and AJ shriek when they realize what, or rather 'who' it was.

"What the fuck?!" Adam and Brandon shouted while backing up.

There, close enough to the fire to start smoldering with mouth agape and eyes open slightly, was Tiffany's severed head.

"Shit! We have to get the fuck out of here! Quick, to the van!" Adam hollered.

As they moved toward the vehicle the engine started up, was thrown in drive and sped away before anyone of them even had a chance to get in.

After a few seconds the felt like minutes, realizing what was happening Brandon Yelled out as loud as he could. "Chad, you dick! Get the fuck back here!"

Inside the Van

Chad didn't even look back as he put the gas petal to the floor. "What the fuck was that?! Who would be out here?! Why are they doing this?!" Chad's mind was running a mile a minute as adrenaline pulsed through his veins. His eyes where blood shot and bugging out to the point they were almost going to pop right out of their sockets.

As he drove down the old dirt road, he saw something with the help of the head lights.

A very large, dripping wet figure, wearing a 'worn looking' hockey mask with a red chevron on its brow along with one on each cheek. It just stood there staring at him, almost like it peered into his soul. Said gaze burned with a quiet fury.

It was next to one of the trees nearest the road he was speeding down.

Though it was only for an instant, to Chad it was like an eternity.

"Oh, holy fuck! When did Big Foot join a hockey team?!" Chad's heart raced inside his chest threatening to burst from the stress.

As Chad passed the frightening visage, losing sight of it for only a split second, Chad chanced a glance in the side mirror.

If his eyes could have gone any wider, they would have.

It was gone.

Chad couldn't believe it.

There was no way it could've moved that fast.

The tree was only about a foot wide and none of the other trees were any better for trying to hide behind.

Where did it go? he thought to himself.

When Chad looked back to the road the figure that was just by the tree, was now right in front of him in the road.

This was the second ability Jason learned about and subsequently mastered.

Morph: This ability allows him to warp to any point within the area of the camp at any time. He may not be able to use it endlessly, but it helps him move great distances in no time at all.

The next to come on full display would be his superhuman strength and incredible durability.

Chad screamed as he hurtled straight toward the masked being, believing what he saw was some sort of ghost.

He would all to shortly and painfully find out this was not the case.

Immediately upon coming into contact with the supposed phantom, the front of the van crushed and caved in as if it just ran into a ten-ton steel poll. Needless to say, the van was completely totaled.

Meanwhile, Chad (who had been too busy escaping to put on his seat belt) was sent careening into, then subsequently through the windshield. He flew for a few feet, rolled and then came to a grinding halt.

He groaned in a daze as well as pain.

Jason dislodged himself from the now ruined vehicle, then faced the scarcely moving Chad.

Closing in on him as like a predator on its wounded prey, Jason hefted him up with one arm with little to no effort.

He dragged him back to the van then stood Chad up on shaky legs almost resembling a newborn fawn.

Slamming Chad into the indentation Jason had previously removed himself from, Chad hissed in pain.

Opening his eyes, Chad's vision filled with Jason glaring down upon him.

The smell of rotten flesh assailed his nostrils causing him to retch.

Chad's attention was drawn to the left hand that pinned him down by his shoulder to what used to be the hood of the van.

To his surprise, the skin on the arm was grey in color.

Stricken with fear, Chad's line of sight shot up to Jason's face.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Chad grabbed at Jason's arm to try pushing it off but only to be met with it not moving in any way, as if it had rooted there.

Jason raised the other hand to show what was in his grasp.

Looking at the object, Chad's eyes widened to see the beer bottle he had thrown away earlier.

"W-what are you...?"

Before he could finish his question Jason broke the bottom of the bottle on the hood, then gripped it in an underhanded position.

Beginning to piece together what was happening Chad stammered. "Wa-wa-wa-wait, wait. My dad has money. I'll Pay whatever you want just let me go."

Jason lifted the jagged bottle up to the sky.

"Please, please wait." He begged his soon to be executioner.

"What do you want? Whatever it is I'll get it. Just please don't kill me." Tears streamed down his face while shaking uncontrollably.

Gripping the bottle tightly, Jason then brought the bottle down in a stabbing motion.

"MOMMY!" Chad cried out in vain.

Jason buried the bottle into Chad's chest right over the heart.

After three quarters of it found a new home in the soon to be corpse, he gave the bottle a twist left then right.

Blood began to pool from the wound underneath the glass.

After being let go, Chad's hands drifted up to the alien protrusion as he slid down to his backside.

Jason just looked on as Chad's fingers ran along the glass bottle neck and around the base.

After a few moments, Chad's body went slack, then leaned forward ever so slightly.

Blood began to pour from the mouth of the beer bottle as if it were a rich Merlot.

Main Lodge: Before the Crash

Adam and the others could only look on in disbelief at what they saw. The taillights to the van sped its way down the dirt road without them.

"That fucking bastard left us here!" Adam growled through clenched teeth while balling a fist in anger.

AJ kept watching their only means of escape as it drove further and further away, despair growing by the second.

"What are we going to do now?" Deborah spoke in a small voice that came out almost like a whisper.

"I'm going to fucking kill that rich prick next time I." Brandon started to spit venom but then the van came to a crashing halt.

They all looked at the glowing taillights that were half a mile away at a standstill.

"Did, did he just stop?" AJ asked questioning her eyes.

"Yeah! Come on, it's not that far! We can make it if we run to it!" Brandon shouted as he started off into a sprint.

The rest moved to Join him. Brandon was a fast runner though, seeing as he was the star player on the football team, so he arrived first.

"You better be prepared for the ass kicking of a lifetime you. Piece. Of..." Brandon trailed off when he saw the hole in the windshield.

Chad was nowhere in the vehicle.

Brandon was also rather curious as to why the engine was no longer running. As the others neared the back of the van, he moved to look at the front. He was met with a horror show he had never seen before.

There in what was once the hood, was a very large alcove were the engine should have been. The head lights, having been bent inward from the collision, acted as spotlights on the grotesque piece of art enclosed inside.

Brandon leaped back upon seeing Chad's corpse, yelping in fright "Jesus Fucking Christ!"

The others, once they joined him at the front of the vehicle, like wise joined him in his surprise.

"What the fuck happened here?" Adam questioned as AJ buried her face into his chest.

"What could have done this?" Deborah meaning not only Chad's apparent cause of death but also the condition the van was left in.

Brandon walked over to the sliding door and gave it a yank to free it open. "I don't know but I'm not going to just wait around for it to come back to do the same to me, or worse." he said as he climbed into the back of the van.

He retrieved two aluminum bats that were brought along. after hopping out he went to hand one to Adam. "We're getting the fuck out of here. Maybe if we walk to the main road, we could get a ride back into town."

Adam grabbed the handle with one hand while petting AJ on her back with the other. "I think it will be faster to cut through the woods then following this road, as much as I don't want too though."

Adam's vision turned to the surrounding forest and scanned for anything that might be a threat.

Brandon agreed on both counts with a nod. "Just to make sure we don't get caught off guard, I think we should buddy up and hold hands." upon saying so he offered a hand to Deborah, which she took without hesitation.

Leaving the road behind, the little group headed into the menacing looking woods. After ten to fifteen minutes of silent walking AJ finally spoke.

"How long do you think it will take to get to the main road this way?" she asked while gripping Adams hand tightly.

He squeezed her hand in return for reassurance. "I'm thinking maybe a half an hour or so."

Adam's ears were greeted by a muffled scream. Turning around to see what the matter was the group turned to see AJ in the grasp of Jason, his hand over her mouth while also suspending her in the air by the face. she was kicking and trying to pry at his hand with one of Her's.

This was able to occur because if Jason didn't want to be seen, he wouldn't be. These woods were his playground, which made it so he knew where he can hide and when. (His stealthiness could make a certain box loving spec ops bandanna clad serpent envious)

"What, how did she...?" Adam wondered as he started to feel something wet touch and drip off his hand. Looking down, he froze when he saw what was still in his clutches. It was AJ's hand. It was cut cleanly right at the wrist. Snapping his vision back to AJ, he watched in horror as Jason's arm began to raise his weapon.

AJ looked on saying "no! no!" into Jason's hand, tears pouring from her eyes in pain as well as fear.

Adam dropped AJ's missing appendage, then gripped the bat with both hands. "Oh no you don't!" he roared as he swung with all his might at Jason's face.

A sickening crack rang out in the dark woods that was illuminated by the full moon, which only looked on in silence.

AJ was unceremoniously dropped as Jason fell like a fallen tree.

Adam took this chance to go to AJ while he slipped his belt off. "Cover me!" Adam yelled to Brandon who in turn cocked the bat to his shoulder. "Right, I got you!"

Adam put the belt around her arm then pulled it tight to try and stop the bleeding.

"You'll be okay, we're getting out of here now!" He Pulled her to her feet by the unharmed limb. dragging her to the bat he dropped to help her, he grabbed it as well as her missing hand. He slipped the hand into his coat pocket, then began to run with AJ in tow.

Speeding into the woods as fast as they could humanly go, the four of them went deeper into the unknown.

Only after their lungs felt like they were on fire did they come to a grinding halt.

Gasping for breath and sweating profusely, Adam glanced back while asking "We all here?". The three replied in the affirmative. "We'll take a minute then make another run for it."

AJ spoke up at this point. "Just." *pant*. "Just leave me behind. I'm only going to slow you guys down and get us all killed." she looked down at the hand less forearm then sniffled. "Better off just being me."

Adam pulled AJ into a tight hug. "I will not leave you here to die. We're going to make it out of here together."

At this time Deborah piped up. "Um, not to interrupt but do you guys see that?" She pointed at a small shack a few yards away.

A faint glimmer of light could be seen from deeper in the doorway.

"Maybe we can find something to help us in there." Brandon stated as he moved to said shack.

The others followed suit if only tentatively. The first thing to greet them was the small shrine that held Jason's mother.

"Jesus, when will all this weird shit end!" Brandon grabbed his head in annoyance.

"This must be where he's been living." Deborah looked about the room in wonder. Her eyes finally fell on the book that was kept near his mother. "What's this?" She picked up the book and flipped through it. The pages she stopped at were the ones Mrs. Voorhees once agonized over many decades ago.

"Hey guys, I think this book has something to do with that guy that's after us." she called to the others who were busy looking for anything useful.

"Really? Do you think there's anything in there about how to kill him?" Adam leaned in with a growing interest.

"Not unless you were the one who summoned him or related to the summoner it seems." studying the page seemed to tell her as much.

Flipping through the other pages, she stopped suddenly. "It does look like we can banish him though."

Back to Jason, Ya'll

Still out cold, Jason was sprawled out on the forest floor when a shiver ran down his spine like a lightning strike. Sitting up like he was laying on a spring, he looked left to right in a troubled manner.

Not sure what was the cause, he closed his eyes to sense were the four had gone.

A pulse spread from his core then outward. With the returning ping his eyes snapped open on realizing where they were.

Mother!

Clambering to his feet in a panic he headed back to his mother's side. He employed the final ability he had in his arsenal to move extraordinarily fast in a short period of time.

Shift: This ability was different from his Morph ability. Were as Morph was instantaneously moving from point 'A.' to point 'B.' as if stepping through a doorway, Shift however makes his physical form incorporeal while moving the soul as fast as the wind. though he couldn't go through anything solid just as per usual, but it helped cover long distances at blinding speeds.

He would have used Morph, but he had used it earlier to kill Chad and couldn't be used again at this time.

Plus, he didn't even think of using it. Like a frighten child, the only thing he could think of was 'run to mother as fast as you can'.

By the end of his mad dash, he was fifty yards away from his home base. with long strides Jason marched up toward the shack.

Adam who was keeping a look out, turned inward and shouted. "He's here! Brandon, help me hold him off! Deborah, get that spell ready!" rushing out the door, bats in hand they went to make one last stand to buy time for Deborah.

She began to read the incantation to open the portal into space time. "Tra. Tra. Kanda. Estra.~"

Brandon swung his bat at Jason's face only for him to block it with his hand. Gripping the barrel of the bat, he yanked it from Brandon's grasp much to Brandon's surprise.

Tossing the bat up towards the sky, Jason then grabbed the handle before it flew out of reach. swinging down at full force, Brandon's face and skull was smash to pieces, killing him instantly. Jason let go of the bat as he walked past him.

Adam roared in anger as Brandon dropped like a marionette whose strings had been severed. "You son of a bitch!"

Adam lifted the bat over his head with both arms and swung at Jason's crown. After connecting with a *Thwack* Adam thought he had succeeded.

"~Kanda." Deborah finished her incantation. A glimmer of light broke the darkness as a swirling vortex began to form in the woods.

Jason stumbled forward a bit, then glared back at Adam as the color drained from his face. Adam moved to make another attack, but Jason beat him to the punch.

With a swing of his arm, Jason backhanded Adam in the face with a smack that dwarfed anything Mike Tyson had ever thrown.

Adam clutched his face while dropping his bat. he spat blood and teeth as blood also flowed from his broken nose. Then he felt something wrap around his waist. Letting go of his face, he looked up through tear filled eyes. He then felt lighter than air as pressure built up at the small of his back.

AJ looked At Deborah fearfully. "It's not working!" Deborah spoke back as she flipped through the pages. "That was to open the portal. Now I have to do the banishment incantation."

Jason had picked up Adam in a bear hug. As he squeezed tighter Adam's bones began to strain and crack. Adam realized the fate that was going to occur. Trying to find any purchase on his aggressor, he grabbed at what clothes he could to push away, only to no avail.

"Hurry!" AJ screamed at the site of Adam's plight. Deborah began chanting "Aton. Neran. Ofas. Kanda.~"

Paying no mind to Adam's attempts to get free, he drew him in closer, squeezing with all his might. Adam's ribs snapped and punctured both lungs. Blood gushed out of Adam's mouth as he cried out in pain.

Jason made a last jerking squeeze that had broken Adam's spine like a twig, then dropped him like a sack of potatoes.

As Adam's vision darkened, he saw Jason turn, pull his machete free then move for the shack anew. "AJ.... Run...." were the last words he ever wheezed out.

"~Amen. Non. Ak. Adeem. Razin. ArozoniaAAHHH." Deborah's speech was cut off when a machete flew through the front door and into her chest with enough force to pin her to the wall behind her like a Butterfly. The book fell from her hands to the floor.

AJ leapt back in fear upon Jason appearing so suddenly in the doorway. As she backed away, she accidentally bumped into his mother's shrine, knocking his mother from her sacred placement to the floor along with an oil lamp.

Jason watched helplessly as the glass that held the oil broke open then burst into flame, engulfing his mother completely. there was no saving her.

The fires of rage were stoked to a fever pitch at this sight.

With hands outstretched, he grabbed AJ by the forearm 'missing it's hand' and dragged her across his shoulders. shifting her a bit she was on her back on his shoulders, belly to the ceiling.

He placed his left hand below her chin then the right on her knee. he then began to pull down with equal force on either side, causing AJ to shriek in agony as her body was racked in pain.

Dropping to one knee, Jason put more strength into his hold causing the muscle tissue in AJ's abdomen to rip and tear. AJ screamed and flailed at the torture.

Standing back up then dropping once more AJ's back bent in an abnormal shape. "Stop! Stop Please!" she wailed in her suffering.

Jason paid her no heed as he prepared for one more drop. As he did so he put his full power into his arms. With a wet snapping sound, he ripped the girl in half.

the two halves laid on either side of Jason as he huffed. picking up both halves, he threw them into the same fire his mother was in.

gazing into the fire at his mother, tears brimmed in his eyes.

I'm sorry.

Jason stood up and with heavy steps walked over to the pinned Deborah. After picking up the book and stowing it in his coat, he lifted a hand and gripped the handle of the machete.

In that moment, Jason heard a low voice call out. "Kanda." With her final breath Deborah finish the incantation.

Suddenly Jason felt a pull on his body that grew by the second.

The machete was dislodged from the wall allowing Deborah's dead body to fall to the floor.

Jason's feet dragged across the floor toward the doorway, where the vortex awaited like the mouth of a beast with a ravenous hunger.

Before he was pulled completely out, he gripped the door frame with his free hand. Looking back at the flame, Jason closed his eyes as a tear ran down his face in sorrow.

Mother.

Losing his grip, Jason went flying into the open maw of the portal which snapped shut.

Kenny Riedell..... Splitting Headache.
Tiffany Cox..... Decapitation!
Chad Kensington..... Bleeding Heart.
Brandon "Buggzy" Wilson..... Crushed Dreams.
Adam Palomino..... Hugged to Death.
A.J. Mason..... Torn in Twain.
Deborah Kim..... Pinned Up.

Now then.

The thing about the portal is a mystery in and of itself. Nobody Know's for sure how it works.

Some say it works on its own will sending you where you are needed.

Others state it opens a doorway to the place and time the person who read the incantation wished to go the most.

Few even say it's just a crap shoot and you end up where you end up.

You may draw your own conclusions.

A hole ripped into existence a few miles above the Everfree Forest, spat out the free-falling Jason and closed just as quickly.

Hurtling toward a large body of water Jason didn't try to right himself as he fell. Upon striking the water's surface Jason sank like a stone.

Sinking to the bottom on his back, Jason made no move to exit the water or even lift a finger.

He just laid there staring at the night sky from under the water, in his thoughts and sadness.

Closing his eyes, what tears he shed were devoured by the surrounding water as he went to sleep in its cold embrace.

The demon went to work at repairing Its host once Jason slipped into slumber, only this time the world it was in now had an overabundance of magic it could absorb and use.

Over the next few hours, Jason's body was broken down and reformed into a better, stronger and most notably living body.

Though he still did not need to breathe while under water or even eat, because of all the free-flowing magic here, his form turned from a corpse like dark grey to healthy, pink color.

It even fixed the deformed shape of his skull and brain tissue.

The demon was working overtime to fix what it saw as 'needed fixing' in order for it to move more freely inside its host.

It was going to be a long night.

Canterlot Castle

Princess Celestia tossed and turn in her sleep as a vision of blood, screaming and an odd-looking creature she could only see the outline of tormented her. Being unable to endure any more she Shot up in bed with a start. Panting as well as sweating profusely she looked outside to the moon as it hung in the night sky.

"What was that?" she slid to the edge of her bed and rested her face in her hooves. Getting out of bed and walking into her private bathroom Celestia washed her face to cool herself down. She also filled a small glass with water, then drank it to help calm herself. After drying herself off she moved back to her bed and laid back down into the plushness sighing. "I'll have a discussion with Luna over breakfast about it to get her opinion."

Celestia drifted back to sleep not knowing of the new visitor to her lands but would soon learn what it meant for her and her subjects.