Jason Voorhees X Michael Myers Romane & Geschichten

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.

Michael was happy to see his family__complete. "Actually I came here to surprise you all." Jason stated. And then his gaze fell upon the lady standing with his father. "Ww-whose this ?" "Jason she's your.....she's my wife Remora !" "Oh ! She's Remora Ezekiel" Jason held her hand and kissed in respect. "You're more beautiful in real ma'am." All people were in shock. They're expecting Jason creating a melodrama but he did the opposite. "Thank you sweety."

Black blood splattered across the treatment table, filling the room with a foul, metallic stench. “My son!” Michelle let out a shrill scream and nearly fainted again. Michael completely lost control. His finger tightened on the trigger, ready to pull. “Stop!” Jason roared and grabbed the barrel of the gun. “Mr. Watson! She's killing him!” Michael's eyes were wide with fury. Jason stared at me and gritted his teeth. “Ashley Cross, what exactly are you doing?”

His name escaped my mouth but in a whisper that I could barely hear myself talk, but his eyes darkened and a deep frown settled on his face. "Don't call me that again. I'm Jason now," His voice was so cold and the murderous glare he gave me made my heart leave my chest for a moment. I know you are thinking the same thing, and yes, it's what you are thinking. The person standing in front of me was Carl Hughes, Connor's dead brother, and the person that had been tormenting me for the past few days. He was supposed to be dead, right? Well, that's what I thought too. I was terrified too when I saw him that day thinking I'd seen a ghost, but it seemed like we were all fooled. Carl was never dead.

Jason stepped into the light, eyes blazing. "It is tonight." His voice was steel wrapped in fire. "Leave." And they did. Predators who'd likely killed for fun turned and fled like frightened pups. My legs gave out. I slumped against the wall, every ounce of adrenaline draining from me. Pain rushed back in, hot and overwhelming. The drug still dragged at my veins, thick and heavy. "Vanessa!" Jason was at my side in an instant, crouched low, his hands firm but gentle as they scanned for injuries. His eyes darkened when they found the torn skin, the blood.

Nahan POV "Michael, it's over. The Russian military will arrive soon. You're surrounded. Surrender." Jason urged Michael to surrender before he was taken down but multiple shots "I'm dead either way. Russia will execute me for this assault. America will prosecute me for Richard's murder. But if I kill Emily first, I destroy Russia's Genesis program. That's worth dying for." "Killing Emily doesn't destroy anything. Russia has her genetic data. Killing her is just

He was my friend, even for the little time we had; he was still my friend. "Michael, you're still bleeding. Let me drive you to the hospital lest it get out of hand," I could hear Jason speaking to Michael from afar, and for the first time after a while, I noticed Michael's presence. I was too lost in thought and shocked after everything that had happened and didn't even realize that Michael was also shot. But then, I didn't think I had absolutely every right to care about him.

To summon even a sliver of power. But the Hollow had taken too much. from me. I was almost empty now. As her hand tightened around my neck, it was as if the world had started to fade. Shadows came out from behind. It was Jason. He didn’t shout, he didn’t even warn. He attacked Veyra. His shadows didn’t coil or shield. They ripped. Tendrils of pure darkness lashed out, tearing Veyra’s arms from my throat, slamming her into the opposite wall with bone-crunching force. She screamed so hard as Jason advanced, eyes black,her face twisted in fury.

Maya said as if she read his mind, he patted his cheeks softly as she smiled at him. "You look incredibly gorgeous, "Michael remarked as he drew Maya's attention. "Thank you " Maya replied, a smile still on her face, Michael smiled back at her, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. Micheal was about to push further for a proper conversation when the doors to the reception hall opened and Jason walked in, a huge grin on his face. A glint of anger and frustration which Maya didn't see appeared on Michael's face, Every time he tried to make a move, Jason suddenly appeared from nowhere to shatter his efforts to shreds. He couldn't do anything about it because Jason was powerful and not