Old Friends

01 - The Meeting

Red and blue lights flashed from outside the house. The loud sirens starts to deafen his ears. Time seemed to slow down. A boy stood on the front yard, face showing no emotion, as if he was dead inside. The woman beside him was crying, hands covering her mouth, It was his mom. The man in front of him was standing still, his mouth and eyes opened wide. It was his dad. Both of them look scared, like they had seen a ghost. Somehow the look on his parents' face amused him. The look of pure terror. He clenched the kitchen knife drenched with blood tightly, not even regretting what he had done.

''You monster.'' The words echoed through his mind.

Michael awake from his dream. The sunshine blinds his eyes, and he quickly blocks it with his hand. It was already morning. He blinks a few times before adjusting his eyes to the light. His senses starts to sharpen and his eyes became more focus. He looks around, realizing he is in a forest, leaning under a big oak tree. Still dazed, he stands up and starts to scan his surrounding. Somehow he feels as he had been here before and it looks very familiar. Maybe he had visited here during his childhood, but he was not sure as those memories are distant in his mind. He realizes that his clothes is stained with blood, his blood. Then he remembered from last night. He was shot by a hunter who had found him. Being immortal, he was fine now but he could not say the same to the guy who shot him. He is the most wanted man alive, thus he was always hunted and need to always be on the run. More came after him, and he managed to get away and ended up here. After he had lost the hunters, he passed out.

He left out a sigh and starts walking through the forest, trying to find his way out. He wants to leave, and go back home. The place makes him uncomfortable. Somehow, he feels as if he is being watch, and he did not like it at all. Though everything looks the same wherever he walks. He is lost.

After a few minutes of walking, he sees a few cabins near a lake. There was no one there. The place looked abandoned, trash everywhere. From what he can see, the place had been abandoned a long time ago because of the vegetation growing from the cabins walls and roofs. The cabins also look dirty and has not been cleaned for years, just rotting away. Michael walks toward the lake, and washes his hand, feeling the icy cold water of the clear lake. Then, he takes off his mask, revealing his messy brown hair that was sticking out everywhere. He washes the blood out off his mask and face, feeling a bit refreshed.

Suddenly, the bushes behind him shakes violently. Michael puts on his mask and grabs his knife quickly based in instinct. He stands up to his full height and turned around.

Then he saw him.

A tall, big and buff man wearing a hockey mask, holding a machete on his right hand. He is wearing a green jacket and a black shirt. His clothes are covering with dirt and dry blood. It was torn and dirty, as if he had been wearing the same clothes for a long time and never washed or changed it. Almost taller than him, the man looks up to Michael, their eyes locks.

Michael felt a chill went down his spine.

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It is a normal morning for Jason Vorhees. He wakes up early after having a killing spree last night. A few teenagers had come to have a party near the lake and it did not end well for them. Jason killed them all, one by one just like his mother told him to do. Those teenagers never learn their lesson and always fall prey to him. He could never understand why teenagers are so stupid. Every time, the pesky teenagers came back to disturb the quiet forest. He has to kill them all, mother said so. They all deserved to die and suffer, just like him and his mother did. So he just did what he was told to do.

He had just visited his mother's grave, and was taking a stroll near the lake. He likes the forest because it calmed him down. The birds chirping echoed through the forest, singing loudly. He sat down, put his machete beside him and closes his eyes, enjoying the sound of birds chirping, and leaves flowing through the wind. For a few minutes he felt so relaxed and wished it stayed that way.

"Jason! My sweet child." He heard the voice of his mother calling to him.

"Someone has come to disturb us. Kill them for mommy." His mother speaks.

Only him could hear his mother.
He opens his eyes and stand up, gripping his machete tightly. Walking to find the intruder, he obeys his mother's wishes.

After a few minutes of searching near the lake, he finally heard the water of the lake being splashed and senses a presence. Someone was at the lake. He then runs toward the noise, anger starting to build up as he approaches the intruder for disturbing his quiet morning. He really wants to kill them as quickly as possible so that he could finish the job faster and enjoy the rest of his day undisturbed. He goes through some bushes and swings his machete violently to cut down the leaves and branches that was on his way.

And then he saw him.

A man, so tall. A white mask covers his mysterious face. He is wearing a blue jumpsuit covering with bullet holes and dry blood. He is holding a knife on his right hand. Jason looks up to the man, their eyes met.

Jason felt a chill went down his spine.