Friday the 13th: Bloodbath

Chapter Two - The Lair

He entered the shack, explored the house, he pulled out and cocked his gun and raised it in case the killer will jump and attack, instead, no one was around, not even in the closet, he ventured into the bathroom, to his horror, he saw a body of a teen with its head crushed and a decomposing severed head 

"Oh God!Oh God!" he exclaimed, he stumbles on a trap door which he thinks was used by Jason. He opened the door and got inside, it was a poorly lit mine shaft, every corner filled with cobwebs and trash. Officer Graham was deciding on what to do next, whether he will continue the search or will he abort it, he became relentless, he continued his search, for the accused criminal he again raised his gun with hope of getting him. He soon reached a stockroom filled with bodies of the presumed first victims of Jason Voorhees, all of them had rotten to bones, and the disturbing smell of the corpses. 

Behind him was Jason, holding a hammer, he froze in fear, but something triggered him to defend himself. He fired his gun, as Jason fell flat on the ground, "I got him! I got him!" he cheered as he reached for his phone "Graham here, I got him! First name Jason, last name Voorhees, the legendary mass murderer, I successfully got him killed" but he was wrong, DEAD WRONG! 

Jason regained consciousness and reached for the hammer. Graham was unaware that the killer is still alive, he looked at his shadow and saw a hand with a hammer raised above his head, he turned around " you can't be alive!" he blurted out. 

He just stood there again, frozen in fear, waiting for his end, his last words were "why won't you die?" Jason plunged the other side of the hammer into Graham's eye "Aaaaaarrrrrrggggghhh!" His body slumped cold on the ground.

Kane was busy doing his own thing, smoking some weed alone in the forest, he felt that something was watching him, he decided to ditch his stuff and go back to the camp, few minutes have passed, he made it but there was nothing but silence, eerie silence that surrounded the camp. 

He looked behind him, and saw a man with a worn off hockey mask that covered his deformed face, he suddenly felt like he was in space as he is having difficulty in breathing, his heart pumping like there's no tomorrow, he realized it was Jason, the momma's boy who will kill anyone who enters his turf. 

Jason pulled his rusty machete prepared to strike. Kane, on the other hand ran as fast as he could, trying to seek help. He got tired and hid behind a tree, " Help me God," he said, he looked down and saw Debbie's mangled body "nooooooo! Deb! Ahhhhhhhhh!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, then a hand grabbed his head and the other hand has the machete, the sharp blade slashed his throat open, "Gurrggggglllll!" he was gurgling his own blood. 

Brian was the only one alive, he was wandering around the camp when Jason showed up, he was frightened, he then ran from the killer, ran back to camp, but he got himself into a snare that held him upside-down, he saw Jason getting nearer to him, with his machete, "Jason! You gotta try better than this to kill me! asshole!" he said challenging the murderer. He slashed Brian's back, "you STILL gotta do better than that!" he said again, Jason got pissed off, he stabbed and slashed his body many times, "Yes, that ought to do it!" Brian said as he lost his breath.