Michael Myers X Jason Voorhees Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You are not Alex Vanes son-in-law. You are a person who stole from your employees to buy gifts for your girlfriend. That was a choice. It is the choice that Jason Xander made." Mike Millers face showed that he was ashamed, scared and angry. He hit his fists against the glass making a noise in the courtroom. "I did it for us!" he shouted. His voice was breaking. "I wanted to give you a life, Hannah Miller! I wanted to give you everything! I was thinking of us!"

11 “What the fuck, Chuck?” Jason snaps. “I seriously cannot believe you literally just said those words,” I groan—though I must admit they were, more or less, the exact sentiment I’d been thinking. “I thought you said the Marching Tides were bad news for the murder-for-hire scene,” Jason snaps, ignoring my quip.

He had his arm outstretched waiting for Brent to take it. Brent was a little skeptical at first but he extrended his hand and shook Michael's. "Which bed do you have?" HE managed to ease up a little. "Oh, I have the top." He replied with a smile. "Good, I hate the top any way." Brent started putting his things away when Michael tapped him on the shoulder. He immediately prepared himself for a fight. "If you haven't already noticed, there are a couple people you should probably watch out for. The first is Jason Kemp aka The Bulldog, he always "welcomes" the newbies no matter who they are or what they've done."

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.