Jason vs The Predator

Chapter 5: Investigation

     John was fiddling with his knife. They had been interviewing everyone in the kitchen. Interview everyone my ass... more like interrogating. John had watched the door to the kitchen. Not too long ago he was eating a delicious breakfast in the lodge. Now he watched the kitchen door waiting for Alex to be let out. Phoenix was sitting next to him tapping on the table. The door swung open and Alex sheepishly exited it. He had gained a black eye from that asshole that tackled him. Alex had cried in there. He sniffled and sat down next to John, wiping his nose and looking down. John was angry... no he was infuriated.  "Okay! What the fuck is going on?!", John said standing up and facing a man from across the table armed with a gun. The man motioned John to sit down. "NO! I'm sitting down until you tell me why we are here! Why did you tackle a kid?! A FUCKING KID!", he screamed at him. Phoenix grabbed him by the arm and tugged him back to his seat. John looked around with pure rage boiling his blood. Shawn had a cut on his head from the butt of a gun smacking it, Tiffany was rubbing it with a rag dipped in rubbing alcohol. Dave had been punched in his stomach interrogation by the man he right hooked, and was clenching his belly. John then clenched the knife in his hand as Shawn was being 'interviewed' next. Blood was drawn for he forgot to switch it back in the handle.

     The last teen was interviewed, and sat down. The higher up man in a fancy suit left the kitchen a few seconds afterwards. Everyone looked over to him, expecting an answer. "Hello, I assume a lot of you have negative thoughts about us. My name is Sean Whyte. We are a part branch of the Government called 'Project Stargazer'. We are the ones who build satellites and monitor space in case of the threat of meteors or a violent solar flare", he told them after clearing his through. Daniel sat up, "Listen, you sick BITCH! Why are you here!", he snarled at the man. The man paced around the table. "Last night, one of our satellites had been struck by a small piece of rock and crashed a few miles from here. Due to some classified files stored in the satellite, we felt it was best that we check and see if any one of you had seen it. I guess that no one saw it" he said in a calm voice. John was fiddling with his knife again, looking at the handle. Alex had stopped his crying. Sean continued, "Some of these files are being targeted by a terrorist group that would kill everyone in the area to get to it. We had no idea anyone was still here. We had told Dangertainment to evacuate the place, I guess they didn't tell you. We understand you are here to investigate the Voorhees and Myers murders, but we advise you stay indoors with the guards. You won't leave alive without them. I will see you later once we get the satellite's files and clear them out. Have fun while you are still here", he was at the door at this point and left them in silence.

      Sean entered the surveillance van and sat down next to the man behind the monitors. "Find the ship yet?", Sean asked after setting down his cup of coffee on the counter. The man pointed at a monitor screen of a group of a few soldiers heading into the forest towards a shack. "No, but they found something a little interesting. This was Jason's shack. He made this as an homage to his mo-", he was cut off by Sean. "I don't care if it's Wonka's Golden ticket. We need to find that ship.", he said with frustration in his voice. One of the men then covered his nose and gagged. "Dude, what the fuck is that smell?!", the soldier said into his mic. The other soldiers start walking towards the shack and entered it. Sean opened a com link and commanded them to pull out of there. Soon, one of the men saw what was in the shack. There were several dead bodies strewn about the room. All of them were around a shrine of a decayed head. One of the men puked at the sight of it, another ran out, the other started to get closer. Big mistake on his hand. He stepped one what looked like a normal pile of leaves, only for the blades of a bear trap to clamp down on his ankle. Sean watched as a couple other soldiers helped him out of the trap and out of the shack. Sean watched and listened closely as one of the men said, "Do you hear that?". Ki ki ki... ma ma ma. Sean got goosebumps by the harsh whisper from behind the soldiers. One of them turned around only to be met by the rusty blade of a machete to split his skull in half. The others turned around and started firing, as Sean watched them get gutted by the notorious mass murderer. "I think we have a minor setback in our plans.", Sean said gravely as the last soldier tried to pull his lower half back to his upper half... only to exhale one last time.

      Tommy woke up sweating and crying a bit. He looked next to him to see Jamie, cuddled up to him. He checked his alarm next to his bed, seeing that it was 12 am. He woke from a nightmare of Jason standing over his dead family. Jason had left him alive in a pool of their blood to suffer life. He gently moved her hand off of his shoulder and walked out of the bedroom. He went downstairs to the garage. In there was a radio to Crystal Lake. He had to turn it on for old times sake. "CL, this is TJ. Is anyone there. Over?", he said into the mic. A voice answered, "Hey, TJ! Long time no see. Over." Tommy smiled. "Hey, I was wondering if anything over at Crystal Lake was going bump in the night? Over." Tommy responded.

"No sir. Well... a couple of our guys didn't check in this morning. That's about it. Over."

"Were they together? Carrying torches? Could an animal kill them?"

"Yes, yes, and no. nothing in those woods could hurt them. They were armed, too. Over."

"Okay... listen, I'm heading over there with Norman to check on the people there. Meet me at the entrance. Over."

"Got it chief. I'll bring a couple of my guys. What's got ya spooked? Over."

"Jason Voorhees is back... I can feel it. Over."

     The hunter watched his prey carry the dismembered soldier bodies into his shack. He was fully cloaked and 20 feet above the ground. His prey would constantly look around for the source of the slightest noise. He knew he was being stalked by something... he just didn't know what or where. The prey then left the shack, brandishing a bloodied and old machete. He then began to open and reset one of his traps. The hunter then climbed deeper into the trees leaves, causing the prey to whip his head around from hearing the noise. His prey then slowly walked into his shack again waiting for the next moment to continue his mass slaughter. The hunter then jumped through the tree's looking for some easy game to kill... like the soldiers that came after him and Jason.