Eddie sprinted through the woods toward the ranger camp, lungs burning.
Only one thought remained in his head—Luke had promised to help him.
Survival instinct drowned out everything else. He didn't care anymore what bringing this monster to camp might cause.
Fear pushed his body past its limit. His thighs cramped with every step. His breath ca in ragged gasps. His vision started to blur from lack of oxygen.
On pure instinct he glanced back.
One look and the blood in his veins turned to ice.
The hockey-masked monster was right behind him, close enough to touch.
Jason wasn't even running. He just walked at a steady, unhurried pace.
No matter how hard Eddie pushed, the distance never grew.
The monster was toying with him, trying to break him ntally before the kill.
"No… no…"
A weak whimper escaped Eddie's throat. That single sound drained the last of his strength.
Hearing it, Jason stopped.
His massive body shifted. The arm holding the machete drew back and whipped forward in a blur.
The blade scread through the air straight at Eddie's back.
Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for death.
Clang.
The sound of tal striking tal rang out.
Death never ca.
Eddie's eyes flew open. A broad back stood between him and the monster.
Luke held a fire axe in one hand. Jason's machete had been knocked aside and now stuck quivering in the dirt.
"Holy shit…"
Eddie managed one breathless gasp before his legs gave out. He collapsed to the ground, sucking in air like a drowning man.
Luke never took his eyes off the towering figure in front of him.
"Get back to camp. Lock the doors. Wait for ."
Eddie didn't argue. He scrambled to his feet and ran like hell, desperate for the extra legs he wished he had.
Footsteps faded. The forest fell silent again.
Jason had honor, apparently. He let the fleeing prey go. The man who'd dared block his machete with an axe was the real target now.
He simply stood there, staring at Luke with those empty eyes.
Luke shook out his numb wrist. That single clash had carried far more force than he'd expected.
He glanced at the bloated muscle bulging under Jason's rotting clothes, then down at the axe in his own hand.
"Buddy, that outfit isn't exactly popular around Crystal Lake."
Luke forced a grin, trying to loosen the knot of tension in his chest.
"You've got plenty of enemies here."
Jason didn't react to the trash talk.
He slowly bent down, wrapped his gloved hand around the machete's handle, and yanked it free from the ground.
He tested the weight.
Then he moved.
The huge body launched forward with impossible speed. The machete swept sideways toward Luke's neck in a killing arc.
Boom!
Luke dropped the axe, drew the massive pistol from his jacket, and fired point-blank into Jason's torso.
The giant round tore through flesh and staggered the monster for half a second.
One shot wasn't enough. Luke holstered the pistol, yanked the shotgun off his back, and emptied the tube into Jason's chest.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each blast hamred Jason backward.
The magazine clicked empty.
Luke tossed the smoking shotgun aside and studied the damage.
Jason's torso was shredded. Half his skin had been torn away. Blackened at showed beneath.
Any normal creature would already be dead on the ground.
Jason simply kept walking, machete still in hand, while the ruined flesh knitted itself back together at visible speed.
Like sothing else was driving the body.
"This is gonna be a problem."
Luke muttered under his breath.
Jason's durability was way beyond what the movies had shown.
That ant any new ability he pulled out of his ass was fair ga.
Luke backed up slowly, reaching for a bottle of holy water at his belt.
Jason charged again.
Luke snatched the axe off the ground and t the swinging machete head-on.
Clang.
The weapons crashed together. Luke's wrist nearly buckled under the force. Jason was stronger.
He couldn't win a long stalemate.
In one smooth motion Luke twisted the cap off the bottle, took a quick swig, then sprayed the rest straight into Jason's face.
Psssh!
The mist hit first. Jason's skin sizzled where the holy water touched it, but the damage was minor.
Until the spray reached his eyes.
The holy water burned straight through his retinas.
Jason staggered, eyes squeezed shut.
Luke imdiately jumped back, putting distance between them.
Jason only paused for a second before swinging the machete again.
Luke's scalp prickled. How the hell could he still see?
He leaned back hard, barely dodging the lethal swing.
His eyes narrowed.
No. He really was blind.
Luke took another step back. Jason followed imdiately.
But the attacks were no longer precise. They were wild, searching.
Jason couldn't see him anymore. He could only sense Luke's general location.
For most people that wouldn't matter.
For Luke, it was the opening he needed.
He pulled out another bottle of holy water and poured it evenly over the axe blade.
Blessing complete.
Luke surged forward, dumped the rest of the bottle across Jason's body, then swung the glowing axe in a brutal arc.
The holy-water-coated blade bit deep.
Jason's right arm—still holding the machete—flew off at the shoulder in a spray of black smoke.
Luke's eyes lit up. That worked better than expected.
He repeated the pattern—dodge, splash, create an opening, swing.
One by one Jason's limbs ca off. Soon the ground was littered with slowly twitching pieces.
Luke exhaled hard.
Then he frowned.
The pieces were still moving.
He checked his belt. Half the cases of holy water were already gone.
What was left probably wouldn't be enough to finish the job.
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