Jason vs The Predator

Chapter 3: Arrival

Thursday 12, 2019

    Johnathon began running downstairs with his suitcase full of things. He had so much joy that afternoon. He got downstairs and ran out the door where his dad was waiting in the truck. He throw his suitcase, gently, into the trunk. He then got in shotgun. His dad started the car, but kept his foot off of the wheel. He was going to talk. "Son... I want you to know... I love you no matter what. Your mom and I can't get along. We want what's best for you and we love you no matter what happens." he said looking at his kid.

"I know dad", he responded.

"This weekend you will be with other kids... don't fight them unle-" Dad had said but was cut off.

"Unless they hit first. You've told me this a thousand times!"

"Well that kid last year..."

"He was an asshole."

"Hey hey hey... language. But yeah he was acting like an ass"

His father pulled out of the driveway, and headed towards the Casey's. After a couple of minutes of jamming to the radio music, John saw the Casey's. Sure enough... there was a bus. His dad dropped him off and gave him a 10 dollar bill for supper from Casey's. He walked inside to get some pizza and a soda.

     Johnny was the first on the bus. The driver was on his phone playing Clash of Clans. One of the perks of being 20 minutes early. He began enjoying his Canadian pizza when he saw another car pull up. Another kid got out. He was around the same age as John, little shorter, wore glasses, and carried a couple of books on Jason Voorhees. John had saw the car though... that caught his eyes. It was a 1967 Chevy Camaro RS/SS. He zoned out on the shininess of the hood and a bit of pizza landed on his biker jacket. "Damn it...", He muttered under his breath. He started wiping up the sauce and pepperoni off of his jacket. The other kid got in and looked around. John waved at him. He didn't want to sit alone on the bus. He preferred not being alone on this trip. He didn't have any friends, so maybe he could make some at the trip. The kid walked down the aisle and sat next to John. He was clearly anxious to head to Crystal Lake. "Did you know Jason has over 120 confirmed kills?", the other kid asked. "Yeah... I got one-hundred percent on that Trivia", John responded to him. "My name is Alex Strode, my family was related to the Myers murders", the other kid said.

"Johnathon Schaefer. Michael was killed like 23 years ago in a fight with Jason, right?"

"Yep! Michael won, but was killed in a truck crash. He got impaled to a tree by his own truck, and then burnt to death."

"They buried him in an unmarked grave next to Jason if I remember correctly.

"Yeah... that"s why I wanted to go so badly. I wanted to see the grave after a hike in the woods."

"What if we wake him up?"

"Nah, he's been dead for years. He would've made a comeback already."

"Hold up."

Another girl entered the bus with them, "Well... if it isn't Johnny", she said to Johnathon.

"Hey Phoenix", John said trying to be casual.

"Who's that?", Alex asked John.

"Aye... uh... she's in some of my classes. I though you weren't going."

"Nah...", Phoenix said as she got to the back of the bus with them.

"My name's Alex Strode"

"Phoenix Wixzon, Strode as in the Myers case?"

"Yeah..."

"That awesome!"

     Everyone entered the bus and the drive began. It the drive as a whole was around an hour and a half long. John felt like he belonged here. The drive was to fast for John though. He knew what would happen. Multiple people racing around like a glorified Easter Egg hunt looking for clues on the life and death of Jason Voorhees. John wanted to see Michael's grave, however. He wanted to finally meet the infamous killer. Jason had more kills, but Michael had been more creative with it. As the bus began pulling into the dirt road leading to the camp, everyone started cheering. Within around a 20 minute drive, they reached the camp. Everyone left the bus, John thanked the driver, and they headed to the cabins. The cabins were all insulated, had power, and proper plumbing... courtesy of Dangertainment. Because of the surplus of cabins, they could pick any one they wanted. John had a cabin with Phoenix, Alex, and another slightly older guy named David Alpanee. They began unpacking their things and prepared for a fun weekend. Meanwhile... another factor to this party had just entered Earth's atmosphere, and it has come for it's trophy.

    The two park rangers were looking for the missing Dangertainment employees. They tried the old cabin of Jason Voorhees, nothing but fake blood all over the place. They then started looking across the lake. It was dark outside, and the only thing illuminating them was their crappy flashlights. "Where the hell are they?", the first one asked. The second then heard a low rumbling noise. "Shhh... do you hear that?", the second one responded, then looked up in the sky. They then saw a meteor heading straight for them. They screamed and ducked behind a fallen tree. The thing zoomed right over their heads and crashed behind them. After a few seconds of silence, they got up. "Holy fuck! We almost fucking died just then!", the second one said, he was a little hysterical. "Let's check it out!", the first ranger said. They walked about one mile and found the meteor. The meteor was metallic and looked more like a fallen satellite. They got closer and heard a noise. They raised their rifles towards the object. They then heard a mechanical whirring as a hatch o the side of the object opened. One fired blindly and the bullet ricochet off something exiting the object and hit one of them in the neck. The second one aimed his gun at the humanoid shadow that exited the ship. "GET BACK!", he screamed. Ge-get-get back, said a voice coming from the humanoid. The humanoid then cloaked itself and ran after the ranger. The ranger got two shots off before he was impaled through the lungs by a one foot blade. His dying screams echoed through the forest.