Jason Vorhees Novels & Stories

Almost a washed out, like he has been around too long, and his eyes have lost their luster. When he forces a smile, I notice several teeth missing and one cracked in the front before he closes his mouth while waiting for me to do something. As the two of us stand there in this awkward moment, I speak up and answer, “I am Jason Hathaway. I believe you have heard of me, but it isn’t what you think. I am not a serial killer but rather I have been afflicted with the same thing you have and that wasn’t a red-haired woman but merely a creature that feeds on us to exist that attacked you yesterday.” I can only assume he doesn’t know what to say, because the next minute he just opens his mouth an

“How are you, Jo?” Zane arrived with much of the rest of the team. The battle was all but over. There were a few Vampires and Assassins hiding in some of the rooms in the cave, but Lucas and his Souled Vampires were handling that as the LIGHTS team members gathered in the cavern where Aaron was still lying on the floor, but at least the blood was hidden now beneath a sheet that Lucy had brought in with her from one of the bedrooms when she’d come a few minutes before Zane made his way in. Cassidy’s best friend, like the others, had tears streaking her face. Everyone was in a state of shock.

His impact tore through the remaining glass door, shattering it into countless pieces. “Aaghh! Go away!” Jason screamed in panic. He grabbed a small fire extinguisher nearby and swung it wildly. BAM! The metal extinguisher struck Dr. Aris directly in the chest, forcing him several steps backward. But there was no groan of pain. The infected body straightened itself instantly, and the wound on its chest closed unnaturally. With an even more terrifying roar, Dr. Aris leaped toward Evelyn. “Jason! Help me! JASON!” Evelyn screamed as Dr. Aris’s powerful hand seized her shoulder, tearing her dress before biting directly into her neck.

It wasn’t enough to make them pause. Two of the men had forced their lengths into her mouth at the same time. And one of them… was Jason. I felt bile rise in my throat. Jason looked satisfied, like this was just another night. No shame. No hesitation. Just evil… cold and precise. Vesper gagged, her body twitching from where she hung in the air. Blood streamed from her lips, mixed with saliva and something else I couldn’t name. I had never seen anything so monstrous in my life.

"Of course not! You dumb ass!" "Why do you like calling me dumb ass?" He reached her head and pats it. "You love it when I call you a dummy. Right?" She said. "You were bullying me back in high school." She told him. Back in high school, Jason has a family; his father was a Colonel, yet they all died because of ambush. He was the only one that survived, and Hailey was always there for him. He got a scholarship from the military and then didn't see each other for long until recently during their reunion. He messes her hair and he moves closer to her and kisses her temple.

“That’s new.” Then, like a nightmare, the smoke shifted to reveal someone new. This someone stepped through it, slow but steadily like he had just one purpose in mind. But instead of helmets like the others, this one wore a bare face. Wore the skin of a nightmare itself. Jason. My eyes almost bunged out of my sockets as I took in his appearance. He looked taller than I remembered—but that didn't look right at all. He moved and twitched like every movement he was to make had already been mathematically perfected.

I dropped it on the table in front of her. “Read.” Priscilla opened it. One photo stopped her dead Jason crouched over a bleeding man, face partly masked, but the rage unmistakable. “That’s from two years ago,” I said. “He murdered the regional enforcer of the Reign Syndicate. Took down their entire cell alone and vanished before sunrise. The only reason no one’s hunted him is because no one knows he exists. He’s a ghost.” Priscilla flipped through the rest, expression changing. Hesitation. Unease.

Whatever had happened, whatever made him believe or say that told me that something bad was going on. “You need to breathe,” I said softly, reaching for him. “Whatever this is, Damon, we are going to need to discuss it together. We're going to be able to get over it together, but you are going to need to breathe.” His head snapped toward me, eyes bloodshot and stormy. “How the hell am I supposed to breathe, Sienna?” His voice cracked. “How do I take a breath when my best friend, my brother, is lying cold with no wounds, no signs of struggle, nothing? Just... gone. Like he was erased. I am trying to find a reason to explain what happened to him. I don't even know how he ended up that way. He

"Hazel, I found her. A friend told me she's at St. Mary's. They... they found her with an overdose." My breath caught in my throat. I barely managed a "thank you" before hanging up and rushing to St. Mary's. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Images of Violet, pale and lifeless, flashed through my mind. She had struggled with substance abuse before, but this time felt different. More serious. More final.

"Wow. I didn't know you have records of supernatural beings in DustVille" Jason was speechless. How much did his parents hide from him? It seems he was in the dark all along. "Wait, that is Mr. Markings, the janitor at school. He is a vampire. Come on, mom, how can it be true?" Jason was skeptical, looking at the middle-aged man in the old book and the one at school. He was always a loner and worked late in the evening and night at school.