Michael Myers X Jason Voorhees Novels & Stories

This time he tried to use his kickboxing skills and was doing all different kinds of kicks and kick flip moves, but then when he got to Ty, he wasn't expecting him to just straight out nail him in the chest. Jason collapsed to the ground from the blow and sucked in a ragged breath, then pounded the ground with his fist. He got up and charged at Ty again, but the time he kicked at the last second, hoping to land a hard blow to Ty's ribs, Ty grabbed his leg by wrapping his arm around it, causing Jason to be off balance. Then Ty took his leg and hook kicked Jason's leg he was standing on, causing him to land on his back. But Ty wasn't done, he then hooked his leg over Jason's and hugged it to h

“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.

Since Michael made him embarrass himself before Wilson, he was going to get it back from him by killing Kayson. … Kayson received a call from Jason before he got off work. Jason invited him for a meal as he would return to Greenspring tomorrow afternoon. Since Jason had invited him, Kayson had no other choice but to say yes.

We were done at the police station, when Jason arrived with the car and my lawyer, I told them there wasn't any need for a need to and that we should head home. We dropped the lawyer at his house but before leaving for the hospital, I requested Jason to take me to the cell I had them throw Michaels body.. "Good evening Mr Corey" . The man we paid to take Michael out from jail brought him to us. Jason wanted to know what I had planned, the uncertainty was killing him and I also don't know either..

I had two assholes cuffed to chairs in the middle of the room. "No, Mike, please no!" asshole number one begged me, eyeing the blowtorch in my hand. "You and I, we go way back, right?" Asshole number one's real name was Mickey Hanson. He was one of Jaxon's former crew members. Jaxon had let him go after he got rough with the ladies at his strip joint one ugly night last summer. He'd warned Mickey that if he ever saw his face again, there would be consequences. I guessed that made me the consequences.

"I'm off, don't you ever linger around my estate especially the one at Broken Hill, just don't think about it twice. Do you understand?" "I do," She nodded in affirmation. Jason moved out of the room after tearing the paper into a lot of pieces. Before he got home that day the media had carried the news of Myles not being related to Jason and many other stories that were revealed in the course of conducting tests and all.

But it was meant only for objects. I checked the time. More than an hour had slipped by. The drive to the Hawks’ would take forty-five minutes. I had time, but patience was thinning fast. “I think I know who you should become,” Max muttered. Every eye turned toward him, confusion spreading. Except for Luo and me. While I felt the sting of guilt, Luo only looked stunned. “My sister was Jason’s ex-girlfriend,” he said flatly. “Jason killed her. Along with Williams.” The air curdled. Faces twisted with disgust. Sympathy washed toward Max.

XAVIER “ Graveyard, Miles.” I was physically in pain. I happen to have a broken nose. It's nothing too serious, the doctor had it cleaned up and I have to step out with a bandage on my nose, for at least the next three days. Jason really came all the way to my house to threaten me. If he really wants to play this game with me, then so be it. I won't be held responsible if he lost his life in the process of trying to beat me to my own game.

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.

He stared at me, smiling, then wiped his mouth and began to laugh. “That’s all the freebies you get Michael! I know you owed me some for what I did, but don’t think I’ll go easy.” He tilted his head to the side, his eyes going black as he rushed me. With strength I didn’t expect him to have he threw me to the ground and straddled me, raining blow after blow on my face. I tasted the tang of blood in my mouth and winced, what I had thought was too good to be true as far as ease of fighting, indeed was. Jason was a Beta and of course a formidable opponent, and it showed in his movements. He hadn’t even been trying before. Now he was going to go hard, and I had been training for this moment. Wit