The Massacre Ball (Jason Voorhees x Michael Myers)

Chapter 2

Michael ran down the road scared his mother was awake, he opened the front door and hid thinking he heard footsteps. Deborah walked into the room. "MICHAEL? WHERE ARE YOU." she said angered, Michael flinching at her tone. His mother started looking around the room Michael starting to shake in the closet he was in. Deborah ripped the door open pulling him out of it shouting at him.

At camp crystal lake

Jason was wandering around the lake thinking about the other killer that join him at the massacre ball "who was that?" he remembers he still had the smaller killers boot "maybe i could find him with it..." he runs back in his house and grabs it and walks out the door with him mask and machete.

A little while later at the Myers house

Deborah was beating Michael, it was normal for her to do this when Michael didn't obey her. Unlike the last times he didn't take it. He grabbed his still bloody knife, the mother now scared "M-Michael hone-" Michael thrusting his knife into his mothers stomach, done with the beatings, done with the scars of what she had done to him. he stabs her once more but in the chest,blood poring into her lungs. he stares at her as he pulls out the knife, the now almost limp body falling to the floor blood dripping out of Deborah's mouth.

Jasons pov

I walk threw the woods with my machete and the strangers boot in hand; I graze my scared fingers over the worn leather boots. I continue to walk through cold forest,thinking over who the boy was and just"....who?"

I walk until I see a break in the forest, a old house at the end of a dirt road, it seems, well kept.... the same boy that had kissed me walks out solemnly, a body over his shoulder. He hobbles as he walks, only having one boot on, one matching the boot I have in my hand..I slowly watch him as he grabs a shovel, starting to dig a grave for the dead woman. I silently walk over, watching him.. he leans back up from making the grave turning around and jumping as he looks at him, grabbing a kitchen knife I had seen him kill with at the ball. He slowly puts it down, staring at me. I give him his boot, the fellow slasher quickly puts it on, moving closer to me, his beautiful crystal blue eyes shine through the eye holes of the mask. I can't help but stare at him as he walks closer to me, my eyes following the mans. "Th....Thank you...." The smaller man says, his voice thick, rough and gravely, obviously not having been used much. I nod slowly, leaning a bit more closer to the 6 foot slasher.

He quickly backs away, grabbing his shovel once more, continuing to dig the grave. I think for a moment, grabbing the old pen and note pad I had with me, quickly writing down what I wanted to say but had no voice for.  He puts the note beside the half dug grave, he glances to it, gingerly picking it up and reading it "Who are you? What's your name? Who is she? Why are you digging a grave for her?" The man motions for me to give him the pin and note pad. I give I it to him, him writing back quickly and tearing off the sheet of paper and giving it to me. "A Kid...?  I don't wanna tell, sorry. my mom.  I killed her and I want her to die happily. unlike the others."  I nod slightly. The man sitting down, and I follow, writing back and gives it to him. "Since neither of us are sharing our names, do you have a code name?" A rough giggle escape the mans mask, writing back "Halloween. Yours?" I smile under my mask, happy I have someone one to talk to. "Friday." he nods, writing back "Will you help me dig a grave then, Friday?" I nod "Sure, Halloween." Halloween gets up, running to a wooden shed and grabbing another shovel and running back to me, handing it to me. We both start digging, me half way in the pit and Halloween as the top, digging the sides out.

As he hits a rock with so much force, he falls into the pit, onto me. I quickly catch him as just instinct, holding the smaller man to my body as he holds onto my arms.

Michaels pov

As I fall into Fridays arms, he instinctively hold onto his large forearms,accidentally feeling over the strong muscles in his arms, I feel my face heat up under my mask, realizing how large and a hulking man Friday is. I quickly let go, Friday letting go of me. "T-Thank you...." I say again, one of the only things I'm really used to saying. other than 'i'm sorry'. Friday nods, letting go of me hastily.

Once we finish the grave I gently put mom into the pit, covering her with the dirt, Friday helping me. Once we finish up I grab the notepad again writing quickly and showing it to Friday "Friday, do you wanna come in or something..?" Friday grabs the note pad writing back "I...I wouldn't mind but I need to get back home." I nod writing back. "Oh, okay, may I come over...again? Not to impose or anything..." Friday nods. I quickly put the shovels away, Friday waiting for me.

Jasons pov

As I lead Halloween through the woods to the cabins I feel a ping in my head, "Fuck...." I think. I turn around looking at Halloween, quickly writing "Wait here, I need to deal with something." I give Halloween the note. I grab my machete and start running where the idiot teens have decided to go camping on my lake. 

As on of the mad hulking teens come running at me, tackling me to the ground. I feel his blood drip onto me, Halloween looming above me and the large guy on me. He pulls the dead man off of me with ease, gently pulling me up. "Y-You...Okay?" he asks in his rough gravely voice. I nod, smiling softly at him though not being able to see it from my mask. I lift up me mask just enough for my lips to show. I softly  kiss the lips of Halloween's mask. I quickly pull my mask back down and start to walk to my cabin quickly.

Maybe Halloween can stay for longer then a couple hours..? I hope so...