Jason Voorhees Hockey Masks Novels & Stories

He was looking at me. His eyes were cold, like chips of frozen lake water, trapped behind the cage of his helmet. He didn't look like he wanted to play hockey. He looked like he wanted to end me. "You look a little pale, Lukas," Jaxson’s shot at me, as we lined up for the face-off. It was a low tone, the kind of voice that sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. "Is the crown getting too heavy? Or is it the news from the DA’s office?"

Jason was wearing a black suit. He followed Hailey around, guarding her and at the same time carrying out a background check on Tyler Erickson. He's good at flirting, and he made her laugh and smile. She was flushing at his compliment. Okay, the man is good-looking and… rich.

He wasn't happy for sure. There was nothing. I took a deep breath gathering myself before I unbuckled the buckles on the leather mask that covered his face. I pulled it off and put it beside me. Jason looked at me. His eyes. They held no emotion whatsoever. I'm sure they did but I just couldn't figure out what. I took the gun out of his hand and took off his black leather gloves. He just watched. He didn't say anything. He didn't react in any way. He was just so still. So blank. So emotionless. It was starting to worry me.

If it was only a few thousand or even one hundred thousand dollars, she could have just let the whole thing be. "Corinne, have you ever heard of an ancient art of face disguise, Metamorph?" asked Jason with a smile and a raised eyebrow. 'Metamorph?' Corinne frowned. "What? Like in the magic world?" Jason shook his head. "Not exactly. I heard there's a mask that will change your face completely once you wear it." Corinne frowned. "Even if there's such a mask, how are you going to get it?" Jason smiled. "I can try to get it. Then you can wear the mask to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony without having to worry about being exposed."

I looked at him for a moment before letting my eyes drop again. “No, but they were wearing masks. I called Seth to take care of the bodies.” “Seth?” I couldn’t help but ask. He was on the hockey team with them. Enzo nodded. “He’s a Peacekeeper as well.” “Did you see who got away?” I asked. Nina shook her head. “No, he kept his mask on.”

Pride rose in him as he rushed to see Jason success but as he further came out he saw Old Justin with a gift box in his hands. "What sort of rubbish is this. How dare you insult me. Where is the team" he asked the shaky Justin who handed him over the box with 100% fear which was seen in his eyes . For the next hour in the pine forest, The Masked master cursed Jason and his accomplices and vowed to end Jasons life himself. He commanded the head to be Laureni beside his broken mirror in his tent. "JASOOOOON" he screamed as the crows on the trees dispersed .

Torres knelt beside him. “He ran straight into the kid,” he said. “Then vanished inside.” Leah’s eyes scanned the crowd. Too many faces. Too much noise. Someone had helped the boy, but they were gone now. She cursed under her breath. “He’s in the mall. Lock it down.” Meanwhile... Jason Walker pulled the trigger. “Freeze, scumbag!” he shouted. The foam dart bounced harmlessly off the guy in the ski mask, who flopped to the ground with enough melodrama to win a streaming award.

I tried to hide the hurt in my throat, He scoffed at me, “Really? You were, and you still are, like a completely pathetic simp you're always going to be.” “What?” I was trying not to break down. Really trying. “If you say you aren't pathetic, then why do you still have that around your neck?” I traced his gaze to the pendant on my neck, and touched it. At this point, realization hit me hard. This was Jason's special gift to me three years ago before he went to New York to pursue his hockey dreams fully. Who would have thought after three years, I would mean absolutely nothing to him.

Jason nodded, and the two headed to his car. ***** "She never fucking told me there were like a thousand different face mask options. What the hell is a hydrating mask? Geez, a peel-off mask? For fucks sake. I'll just get one of each." "There's like sixty different mask options, Jason. Do you really want to get all of them?" Mr King asked his son. Before he got a response, Jason had already filled the trolley with face masks. "Okay, now for the bath bombs. Surely this will be easier." Jason said as they walked towards the bath bombs. "You've got to be fucking joking." Jason cussed as he stared at all the bath bombs.

I turned, and followed Jason's gaze to find who he was talking about. "Where is he?" "Look, behind that black car." I squinted and found him dressed in an all black outfit; a black jean trouser, a black hoody and black cap supported by the hoody's cap and a black booth. He wore a black mask but watching him walk from the car, I could see some resemblance in his walking step with Sawyer's. There was a high chance he was Sawyer.