Jason vs The Predator

Chapter 6: The Hunt Begins

     Phoenix delivered another punchline that caused everyone to burst out in laughter. She was a source of entertainment at the cabin. Everyone with a bit of talent would perform in order to pass time. She had never performed comedy in front of a large group of people like this. "So, I would like to thank everyone for being such a great audience. Next is some guy with an improv scene.", she had said, concluding her routine. She sat down next to John as the next kid began his show. John had been thinking about how he would get out of there. A distraction would work best for him. "I have a plan..." John whispered to Phoenix. She got close so no one else could hear. "See that little kid over there? We could get him to run outside with a few of those comic nerds. If we can manage that, we can escape", he said in her ear. She grinned by the thought of those kids being tackled. "And we'll get out of here Scott-free?", Phoenix asked him. Johnathon shrugged, "I'm Scottish, so probably not", he whispered. The two chuckled as some kid pulled a snake from his hat and scared a couple of girls.

     Sean Whyte had lit a cigarette and sat outside of the van. This is a major setback. How did that Myers guy kill him? The heart... or was it the brain? Damn him. Damn this cursed camp. Sean was thinking about how to kill Jason Voorhees. Of course, three of his men were caught off-guard. Next time will be different. He dropped the butt of the cigarette, stomping on it. He sat up and stretched. Suddenly he heard a noise. Criiiick. Something broke a twig in the woods. He looked around and saw nothing. It's here. It's watching me. He finally noticed the sudden movement of the leaves of a tree to his left. He squinted hard and managed to see the outline of the cloaked hunter. He read on the creature. It had the ability to mimic noises to taunt it's prey. It's immense strength had killed many men that had worked for Stargazer. It's eyes flashed yellow, "W-Wh-Why are you here?" it asked, mimicking the voice of one of those kids. Sean was paralyzed. It was watching him the whole time. It was hunting him. Suddenly, the creature raised something in it's hand and tossed it towards Sean. It bounced a couple of times, then it rolled the rest of the way. It then stopped, he realized it was a severed head. He looked down at the head, and looked back up at the Hunter. It was gone though. He then ran back to the van in fear.

     The Hunter of Skulls looked into the eyes of his dying victim. The man tried to fight him in hand-to-hand combat. The wristblades protruded from the mans back. He finally stopped breathing. The hunter ripped the blades out, taking the skull and spinal column out as well. It fondled the no trophy in it's hands. Suddenly he heard someone screaming, "SUCK MY DICK, BITCH!", as a group of little humans ran from one of the cabins. The Hunter didn't want the hunt to end so quickly. He grabbed the body by it's leg and tossed it into the tree above him. He then cloaked himself and jumped up into the trees. A group of three soon passed his original location. They were eager to find something. The hunter watched in amusement as they all ran in separate directions. There was one group in particular that he had his eyes on. It consisted of three males and one female. The shortest of the males was a blonde and wore ocular enhancers. The tallest one had black and matted hair. He was lanky and wore a shirt covered in bloody skulls. The one who was in the middle height-wise had brown hair and was wearing a jacket made of black cow skin. The female was running right next to the brown haired boy. She had brown hair, the tips were dyed red. They were running in the same direction heading for something. "C'mon Alex! We have to make it to the grave first!", the brown haired kid yelled. The child known as Alex fell on his knees panting. This group was interesting. Suddenly, a group of armed men ran out of the cabin they were in. "HEY!", one of the soldiers screamed. The group immediately got up and started running again. Correction... this group was suddenly very interesting. Maybe he could protect them from the soldiers. 

      Tommy stomped on his cigarette in front of the old brochure stand. Jason... I'm coming for you. A red truck pulled up, a few rangers were sitting in the trunk. Ranger Tyson hopped out of the drivers side of the truck. His rifle was slung over his shoulder and a hunting knife was  in it's holster on his hip. "Tommy boy! Long time no see! Glad to see use rangers are late again", Tyson said to Tommy as the other rangers left the trunk. All had either a shotgun or a rifle. "I'm glad you showed up", Tommy said with a grin on his face as he reached for his shotgun on the passenger side of his truck. Tommy took a Fostech Origin 12 from his vehicle and proceeded to fill the 30 round drum on the bottom. " Where do we start searching? The camp?", Tyson asked Tommy.

"Yep", Tommy said after putting the drum in the gun, "We start there. Then we check the graves."

"Sounds good"

"So... what is that? A Fostech?", another ranger piped in.

"Yeah. Fostech Origin 12 to be exact."

"Damn. I saw that on YouTube once. 30 shells in like 5 seconds. Perfect for home defense."

"Yeah. They would never be able to identify the body."

"C'mon boys. We got ourselves a mamas boy to hunt."

    Alex was a little behind them. His legs ached from the running. They did have more numbers than the soldiers, but it wouldn't change anything due to them being armed. Suddenly, he flew forward and fell on the ground. He looked down to see he fell over a tree log. A soldier started running towards him. Suddenly, Shawn charged in from the left and tackled the soldier out of nowhere. Alex got up and kicked the soldier in the head, then turned around to head back to the others. "Oi! Johnny! Where to?", Alex yelled to John as he started to catch up. John turned to face the others, "We head east! I read somewhere that it's where they buried the bodies!", he yelled as Alex was about a few feet behind them. "You guys buy that guy when he was talking about terrorists?" Phoenix asked the group. Dave piped in, "Never trust the feds. It was probably made up so we wouldn't get in there way. I bet there's a spacecraft that crashed and they are investigating the area for little green people!", and suddenly they stopped. They were no longer being followed. The only thing that seemed to be nearby were some animals moving in the tree's above them. "Well now that we aren't being followed... let's go", John said as they started walking. They were unaware that something in the tree's above was watching their progress.

     Norman woke up in a cold sweat. He had stayed up until 2 am while going at it with his wife. He had slept until around noon. His wife was asleep next to him. He grinned as he climbed out of bed. He bent his back as it popped in several places, cracked his tense knuckles, and walked into the bathroom. His jet black hair was all over the place. He shrugged and began brushing his teeth. After taking a swig of mouth wash, he walked out of the bathroom and heard the sounds of explosions and gunshots. His son, Victor was playing Titanfall 2 again. He walked into the living room and saw his kid blowing up the MVP enemy with a Titan cannon. "Hey kiddo! Getting kill streaks for daddy?", he asked his son. He turned around, "Yep! I'm the best on the leader board!", he said as an attempt to impress his dad.

"Well don't play GTA. If you do... don't go to the shoe place."

"Got it dad. What were you and mommy playing last night? It was loud..."

"Uh... er... don't worry about it. Did you eat breakfast?"

"Yeah! I made you some. It's in the fridge!"

"Thanks kiddo", Norman said as he walked into the kitchen to grab the food. Bacon and eggs. Norman then checked his phone He had several missed calls from Jamie. He called her back.

"Hello?"

"Is Tommy at your place?!"

"No... why?"

"Do you know where he is?!"

"No. Jamie, what's going on?"

"I can't find him anywhere. He won't answer his phone!"

"Look... maybe he just forgot some groceries and went to the store where his phone died."

"Our shotgun is missing."

"Oh?

"He took it with him. I think he's at Crystal Lake!"

"Fine... I'll go there. Not like I had plans today."

"Quite whining and find my husband!"

"Alright, alright...", Norman said as he hung up. He to his garage to grab a glock and drove towards the camp.