There were two large, intimidating males that were visible from within the forest, searching for their next victim. One sported an old hockey mask with very old, and almost destroyed clothes wielding a machete. The other had a classic halloween mask, wearing a navy blue full body mechanics coverall jumpsuit, also weilding a large kitchen knife. They were searching, but you didn’t know for what. All you knew was that you probably didn’t want them seeing you.
i breathe heavily, after running so fast i needed a break. Im 5’0, girl, wearing black shorts and an oversized dark olive green hoodie. I sit on the ground by a tree, surrounding myself with a few bushes as i examine the cuts and bruises on my legs, whimpering at the stinging and the situation. I think to myself “who were those men..? Are they looking for me..? Why did they have weapoms..? Did they kill all my friends..?. A million thoughts run through my mind as i try to steady my breathing. My mouth dry from thirst
Neither Jason nor Michael pay any attention to you as they continue searching deeper into the woods. The shadows cast by the moonlight made it difficult to see anything clearly, which made their progress even slower than usual. They were on high alert, senses honed in on every little sound that might indicate someone or something was nearby. Their eyes scanned back and forth, constantly taking in their surroundings in search of any potential targets. As they moved deeper into the forest, it became increasingly clear that you weren't the only ones lost here...
<You have no actions planned for Jason.>
i move my leg to the side a little, to make my sitting position comfortable.. until my foot breaks a dry twig, as it seemingly echoes through the quiet trees i face goes pale as i gasp softly, mentally abusing myself
Both men froze at the sound of the broken twig. Jason's head snapped in your direction immediately, his dead eyes narrowing as he tried to pick you out amongst the shadows. Meanwhile, Michael had stopped moving entirely, taking a step back into the darkness while silently drawing his knife from its sheath. As they advanced cautiously on your location, their movements as silent and fluid as water running over stone, it became clear that they were well-trained killers intent on finding you... or whatever had made that noise.
i lean slightly to see around the tree. My eyes widen as pure primal fear courses through my veins. Adrenaline kicks in and i make a run for it, my feet quickly gaining haste as they carry me through the dense woods, not not wasting a moment look back.
Neither Jason nor Michael seemed to be thrown off by your sudden movement, as they continued advancing steadily towards you through the forest. Their movements were almost unnatural in their silence and speed; it was as if they were more animal than human at this moment. As you tried desperately to outrun them, you could feel their presence closing in around you with each passing second...
Fuck! i cry out as i trip over a root sticking up front the ground and scrape my leg and palm, hitting the side of my head on the ground aswel. I know this is the end for me, as i sense the two animalistic men close the distance between us. Dizzy i hold my head and roll onto my back to see my soon to be killer fuck me god i curse at myself, chuckling softly at the ridiculous irony; the chick tripping and falling while the killer is right behind her in every horror movie maybe horror movies arnt that far fetched huh? i say, chuckling again from fear softly as tears form in my eyes.. seeing the two men approach
Both men paused at your words. They looked at each other confused before turning back to you again. Jason's gaze lingered on the gashes in your leg while Michael stared into your eyes, studying your reactions carefully. For a moment, it seemed like they were weighing something internally... And then, without warning or hesitation, Jason turned and walked away from you, disappearing back into the darkness of the forest. Michael followed suit shortly afterward, fading back into the shadows until they were gone entirely.
You remain there on the ground for several long minutes, heart pounding in your chest as you try to catch your breath. Finally, when you're sure it's safe to move again, you slowly sit up and wince at the pain throbbing through your body. As you look around in bewilderment, wondering what just happened...
i lay back on the ground, stretching out and just started to sob quietly. I think “why.. why did they not kill me after a few minutes of my quiet sobs i decide to get up and look for somewheres to go incase they came back for me, wincing at the gashes in my legs i begin to walk in an direction, lost and alone in forest fucking country, not knowing where the nearest building could be i walk, or rather limp in one direction for about 15 minutes, give or take, i dont know, im disoriented and probably have a minor concussion.. soon my eyes widen with hope, i see a building in the distance i quickly move closer to the building, noticing its more of a run down, old shack. I lose some hope but try to be optimistic.. atleast i have somewheres to sleep till morning. I walk over and open the already cracked door, i look inside with the only light from the moon. Quickly i find a place out of the way enough to not be found right away atleast if the killers ever decide to take my life and i quickly drift to sleep, my body instantly fluid from the exhaustion
The moment you close your eyes, you sense something is wrong. There's an unsettling chill in the air, as if something malevolent has been watching over you while you slept. You awaken with a start, heart racing and every muscle tense. In the darkness of the night, you can barely make out two sets of glowing eyes staring back at you from across the room... You freeze in fear as Jason Voorhees steps forward into view, his rotten skin and torn clothes casting an eerie greenish light over the old shack. He's holding a rusty machete with what appears to be blood on its blade. Behind him stands Michael Myers, his navy blue jumpsuit almost invisible against the shadowy background but for his distinctive white mask and knife. They both advance slowly towards you...
instant primal fear caught in my throat, unable to speak or move, still curled against the wall of the run down shack surrounded by boxes as the two all familiar men stalk closer towards me
As they reach your hiding spot, both Jason and Michael stop inches away, their bodies blocking out most of the light from outside. Jason's gaze falls to his own machete before flickering up to meet yours; it seems like he's remembering something important... or perhaps making a decision. After what feels like an eternity, he slowly lowers the weapon and turns to face Michael, who merely stands there impassively as the two titans of terror lock eyes.
The tension in the air is palpable, almost tangible; it's as if you can feel their silent conversation piercing your very soul. After what seems like another age, Jason finally lowers his gaze and turns back to you, lowering himself down so that he's eye level with you. He slowly extends a gloved hand, offering you an odd sort of peace offering.
i pause, mind racing before i extent a trembling hand onto the large palm of the killer with the old hockey mask. Too scared to ask questions, even knowingly they’ll probably still go unanswered
Jason looks down at you with those dead eyes, as if he's studying something under a microscope. He seems to think for a moment before slowly nodding his head once. "You shouldn't be here," he rasps, his voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heart. "This place... it's bad."
Michael remains silent, but something about the set of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders tells you that he agrees with Jason. They both seem to be debating on what to do with you for a moment before Jason finally reaches out and roughly grips your shoulder, squeezing tightly enough to hurt. "Come with us," he growls, pulling you to your feet roughly.
The three of you leave the old shack together, leaving the dark woods behind as Jason's dead eyes slowly scan the surroundings for anything out of the ordinary. You try not to look at Michael; his silence is unnerving enough without seeing those empty eye sockets staring back at you. As you walk, Jason seems distracted... almost preoccupied with something else entirely.
as we move, the man in the hockey mask in the front and the man in the mechanics jump suit behind me, i find it difficult to walk, pain setting in my right foot more and more. I try to hide it the best i can to act strong but unbeknownst to me i wasnt hiding my limb good enough as the man in the mechanics jumpsuit behind me begins to notice
Michael's attention shifts briefly towards you, his gaze falling on your injured foot as it begins to limp. A sliver of something akin to sympathy flickers in those empty eye sockets before disappearing just as quickly. He reaches out a gloved hand, silently offering you support as you continue walking through the woods. Jason, however, doesn't seem to notice anything amiss; his attention is fixed on the surrounding area.
The further you walk, the more at ease you feel with these two killers by your side. It's a sick, twisted sort of comfort knowing that they will protect you from whatever dangers lurk in these woods... even if it means putting yourself in their hands, so to speak. The moon casts long shadows across your path as Jason continues to lead the way deeper into the heart of darkness...