Jason Voorhees X Michael Myers Novels & Stories

Where Lewis had said it with a confidence that comforted her, Jess said the words with a shaky force like she was trying to convince herself. Her stomach twisted. Though she hadn’t seen them hurt Lewis, she had heard it. They had been the same cries of agony that Jason had forced from him, before he had even done anything wrong. He had returned to her then covered with gnarly wounds from the beating. She didn’t want to think what they would do to him after he killed Jason and helped her, and Michael escape the Wild Shore packhouse. Maybe it would be better if he was dead. A shiver traced her spine at the thought.

How could she fall asleep in such a place where their lives could be threatened at any given moment? Around this point, she suddenly heard footsteps outside. She felt very uneasy the moment she heard the footsteps. “Michael, what are you doing?” A voice suddenly called out. “These two hurt Jason, I can’t just let them get away with it without getting punished. Something has to be done! I’m going to cut off one of their arms!” Michael was furious. Jason was his cousin whom he brought into Shadow Gale. How was he going to explain Jason’s injury to their family? Something had to be accounted for.

I planned to keep my end of the bargain. Michael finished his opening remarks, and Jason straightened. His chest puffed slightly, and a confident smirk curved his lips as he addressed the audience. “Today,” Jason declared, his voice loud and clear, “Viki Mayers will officially become my mate and Luna.” He paused for effect, letting his gaze sweep the crowd before continuing. “And soon after, she will give birth to our heir.” There was polite applause. My father, seated among the front rows, nodded at me with a rare look of approval. That look was worth every lie, every dose, every night of pretending I wasn’t slowly poisoning myself.

Jason said it with a huge smirk on his face. “And you are?” Travis did not react much. Even though he was outnumbered, he did not care about losing; as long as he was determined, he would be able to kill them all, even if he would be drained in the end. “I am Jason Argent; nice to meet you.” Jason introduced himself and gave his hand to shake with him, to which Travis just stood there and frowned, “So?” Jason took his hand back. He felt humiliated and wanted to kill him. But Ralph had told him that Travis was not easy to take down; they needed to wait a while.

Charlie replied indifferently, “Fine, I’ll go in.” After that, both of them walked into the villa. At this time, Jason was very excited! He had been looking forward to this day for a very long time. He had been looking forward to this moment where he would finally be able to kill his enemy!

Steel flashed. The thug hit the ground, blood already spreading. Wide eyes, shocked expressions registered on the thugs faces, looking at their thug friend, dead. ‘Oh my god, he killed him.’ Mikayla thought to herself. The sight was too much for her and she lost consciousness, her body thudding on the ground as she collapsed. No one noticed Mikayla passing out, since they were busy dealing with Jason. George got back on his feet, rushing at Jason with the last three men. They attacked together, hoping numbers would help.

Jason's voice reverberated through the room, but I paid it no heed, my eyes locked on Archer's familiar form ahead. As I reached him, I braced myself for the inevitable, expecting Jason's gun to fire at any moment. He opened his arms, welcoming me into his embrace with a mixture of relief and concern etched on his face. I buried myself in his embrace, my body trembling with the lingering fear of what could have been. And as I glanced back at Jason, he stood there, his finger trembling on the trigger, I couldn't help but notice a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. It was as if, for just a fleeting moment, a small glimmer of humanity broke through the facade of cruelty and malice that defined

He looked at Maisie straight and shouted, “Yes, it’s me. A woman like you should just rot in hell. It was my mistake that I failed to destroy that disgusting face of yours!” Louis’ face sank, and he asked, “Did Xyla send you here?” “This has nothing to do with Ms. Mayweather. I decided to do it myself!” Jason said through gritted teeth as he stared viciously at Maisie. “You know very well what you did to Ms. Mayweather!” Louis turned his head to look at Maisie. Maisie squinted her eyes, and her face was cold. “What did I do to her?” Jason sneered and replied, “You don’t dare to admit it, do you?”

She smiled up at him, reaching up to touch his cheek gently, but stepped back a moment later as a man stepped through the doorway. "What the fuck?" he said, reaching for one of the lights they'd laid out, "There's lights everywhere, makin' fuckin' shad.." He grunted suddenly, as Mikael's tendrils reached out this time, lightning fast, and bright red suddenly began seeping from a line across his throat. He fell to the floor a moment later, silent, and chaos ensued. More shots fired, followed by more shouts about wastage, but both were quickly drowned out by the huge roar that sounded as Jason used his shadows to launch the small device he'd taken from his jeans across the room, towards the so

“I’m calling the cops on you for assault. You dare hit me.” People gathered in sympathy. They screamed at the fresh wounds on his face where Jason had left the mark of his rage. “Damn, Mr. Michael, you’ve got bruises all over your face. Who did this to you?” It was the fat man Jason rarely greeted, the man whose eyes would always follow him whenever he returned from work. He recognized the voice and hated it. “That boy they call Jason. I reckon he killed his father,” Michael said. Maybe the hate and bitterness building up in Jason’s heart would not have reached the height it got to if his brothers were not in the room listening to how their elder brother killed their father.