Michael Myers Vs Jason Voorhees Novels & Stories

Damon walked around behind me and Peyton and grabbed us by the backs of our necks; ‘You both have 48 hours to play with and then kill these bitches. After that, me and Joey will do the job’. He pushed us forward, releasing us as we fell to the floor at Michaels's feet. With nothing more than another evil, asshole laugh, he left the room, followed by the other guy. I didn’t dare move. Luke helped Peyton up and they left the room too. I still didn’t move. When it was just us, Michael got on his knees and tried to help me up, but I pushed him away.

When he reached out and grabbed her waist, the sharp crack of her slap echoed across the room. Jason stumbled back, clutching his cheek. “Do you know who I am?” he snarled. Myra didn’t answer. She just stared at him, cold and unbothered. In a flash, Jason’s expression twisted. He dipped his head, then exploded upward with a wild left hook. Myra dodged with terrifying precision, slipped behind him, and locked his head under her arm. With a fierce twist of her body, she flipped him hard onto the floor. The impact rattled the glasses on nearby tables.

Some of the contents spilled on my sneakers. GROSS. The crowd screamed in pleasure. “You were asking for my name? Its Viper and I fucking killed your father.” His pain filled eyes widened in shock and terror. “Have fun finding a donor before you die. Adios.” I smirked and walked away from his bloodied state. Jason had a proud smile on his face. “Marvelous, Viper.” Winking at him, I jumped out of the ring, winking at the men who had looked like they’ll murder me at any minute.

His steps faltered, and we both tumbled to the floor while I landed on his bleeding body. I gazed down in horror as blood gushed from his upper limb, his face contorted in agony as he clutched the wound. Everything went blurry, and I collapsed, unsure if I'd passed out or left this world behind. **** Third Person POV As Isabel and Mavis shared a desperate embrace, Jason's men burst in, flooding the courthouse with loaded guns. Jason had promised to pay them off if they succeeded together. They descended upon the courthouse by a hired helicopter, his heavily armed team catching the team of security off guard.

Without thinking, I bring my hands to his face and nail my thumbs into his eyes. Blood splashes out and the guy lets out a scream of pain as he falls to his knees. I run towards the metal pipe on the floor, grab it, and hit the guy's head repeatedly, releasing all my fury for Lia, the torture, and the confinement. When I turn, I see that Michael has killed the other guy by suffocating him. We're both beaten and covered in blood. Michael extends his hand towards me, and I make an effort to get up and take it, helping him up.

Mira’s POV I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful I wouldn’t be harassed by Jason again, though that didn’t mean I forgave the asshole. “Let go of me, asshole!” Jason scowled at Tyson, but Tyson didn’t even flinch. “What type of man thinks about laying his hands on a woman?” Tyson asked as he pushed Jason off. But Jason wasn’t done; he charged at him again. “Pah!” The heavy slap Tyson delivered echoed through the parking lot. Jason staggered back, holding his face in pain.

Before he could let any other words out, I did the unexpected. I bit his arm. Hard. “Ouch!” He yelled, his pupils flaring up in anger. “What the hell did you do that for?” I said nothing, choosing Instead to revel in my mini victory, no matter how small it was. However, it didn't last too long. In a menacingly low tone, Jason let out. “You'll pay for this. I promise.” A shiver ran down my spine immediately. Mike and Jason were two totally different people, but I didn't need the IQ of the world's best scientist to know that I was in a lot of trouble right now.

There was a Pill next to it and I reached for it, immediately I swallowed the pill, the news started in the background. I sat there staring at a black spot on the wall while the TV served as a background noise. My head jerked up when it switched to entertainment news. What I saw first was a bad photo of me stuffing my fist in the arrogant face of Jason! ‘Tech Millionaire, Jason Micheal, receives blow from violent partner over interaction with Rachel Scott.’ “Violent? Me!” I yelled not knowing what to do. It was not how I intended to start my day and I was seething in anger.

Jason took my hair in his fist and yanked my head backward, forcing my eyes to meet his. “I'd love to be able to fuck you raw for your mate to watch, and maybe Castle will still let me do so,” he said in a low voice. I spat in his face - a move I never thought I'd ever do, but I did. Rage flashed in Jason's eyes and he pulled back his fist and was about to strike me across my face when he was interrupted. A loud bang seemed to come from nowhere and a blinding light followed by smoke filled the room. Two men entered, one taking out Perry and Thomas in one quick move while the other rushed to Jason, snapped his neck in one move and then threw his body against the wall.

His face fell, but I didn’t stop. “In fact, I’m going to call the police.” That wiped whatever fragile confidence he had left. Before he could respond, I heard a familiar voice outside. “Skylar? Are you in there?” Mara’s voice rang through the door. “Knee him in his balls and run out!” A small, fierce smile tugged at my lips.Perfect timing.Without hesitation, I drove my knee upward with precision. Jason didn’t even see it coming.A strangled sound tore from him as he collapsed to the floor, his face contorting in pain, both hands clutching himself.