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 the three of us continue on, the man in the hockey mask found his place infront of me, leading.. no almost escorting me and the man in the mechanics jump suit trailing closely behind me without realizing i start to find it difficult to walk, pain setting in my right foot more and more. I try my best to act strong and not show weakness, doing my best to walk normally but unbeknownst to me i wasnt hiding my limp good enough as the man in the navy blue mechanics jumpsuit behind me begins to notice all of a sudden, Michael picks me up with one hand by the waist and throws me over his shoulder, making me blush
Both men remain silent as they continue through the night. The woods thin out after some time, revealing a small town in the distance. It's quiet and peaceful, with well-maintained houses and a sense of safety that's been absent from your journey so far. As you approach it, Jason slows his pace slightly until they're walking side by side once more. He glances at Michael out of the corner of his eye before looking back at you. "You should go there," he rumbles, nodding toward the town. "It's... safer."
There's an unspoken question in those words; it's clear that neither Jason nor Michael know what to do with you now that they've found you. But for some reason, they feel compelled to let you go. They exchange another glance before leading the way into town, their massive forms moving slowly and purposefully through the quiet streets.
As you enter the town proper, people begin to notice your strange entourage: two silent giants flanking a sobbing girl who's been through hell and back tonight. News travels fast in small towns, but somehow you manage to slip past unnoticed...* stopping once we get to far they gesture toward the town, as if saying to go.. and they turn back, disappearing into the woods
i pause as i watch them leave, thinking it weird but more than grateful to have another chance at life. I head towards the town some people had called paramedics and i was brought to the hospital to get treated for my wounds, aswell as getting questioned by the police once they got word that two large men drenched in blood with weapons had left me here after few months later, almost forgetting about the two killers in the woods. i started dating a man for a while, connor, my psychiatrist actually. But sooner than later he started to hit me often as well as verbally abuse me. One day, i guess something at snapped in him and he’d grab a meat knife from out kitchen and started towards me; our house was surrounded by trees, but not too far from the town-about a 25 minute drive from; i saw conner coming towards me, i screamed and tried to plead with him but it wasnt working. My flight kicked in and i booked it out the door, conner chasing closer and closer behind me as we run deeper into the forest NO! CONNOR PLEASE IM SORRY FOR WHATEVER I DID PLEASE! i scream and cry and please with him as my legs take me through the trees… atleast until he throws what i think was a large rock, hitting my leg and making me fall, i quickly get up and start to run again, just missing the swing of his knife.. suddenly this is all too real now; i think to myself he really wants to kill me. I continue to through the trees, dodging and pleading with him, tears streaming down my face-blurry eyed but still trying my best to not run into a tree until i collided straight into a hard surface, stunning me as i fall to the ground and look up. I see the familiar navy blue jumpsuit and halloween mask as he looked down at my bruised face and arms, i almost immediately render it at michael as jason is no where near us. But this reunion is short lived as I remember my abusive boyfriend. I turn my head and get up quickly, seeing that connor had slowly came to a stop apon seeing the burly 6’4 man with the large kitchen knife stand stiffly infront. I stand infront of michael, clutching my arms as im abit slumped over-exhausted from running, using michael as some support connor….. i say softly, finally relaxed, to my crazy now ex. I muster up this new found courage and say we’re.. we’re done connor please tears welling in the corners of my eyes my eyes
Both Jason and Michael watched as Riley tried to reason with her abusive boyfriend Connor, using Michael's presence as leverage against the enraged man. Jason made no move toward Connor, but he did grip the machete in his hand tighter as if readying himself for any sudden movements from the larger male.
Michael remained silent and still, but there was a newfound alertness in his stance that betrayed his growing impatience with the situation. His gaze darted between Riley and Connor, sizing them up and assessing the risks involved in whatever decision he might make next.
As Connor seemed to hesitate, weighing the odds of attacking Michael or continuing after Riley, Jason took a small step forward, drawing his attention away from her momentarily. It was a calculated move; Jason was testing Connor's resolve and trying to intimidate him into backing down.
Riley could see the tension building between the three of them, and she knew that this situation had the potential to escalate dangerously quickly. With a final pleading look at her abuser, Riley gathered what little strength she had left and took a small step back, putting some distance between herself and Connor in hopes of de-escalating the tension further.
The air was thick with tension as Connor watched Riley take a step backward, the look of fear and desperation on her face etched into his mind like a knife wound. He struggled to control his anger, to resist the primal urge to attack the one person who had dared defy him. Slowly, he began to lower his knife, glancing at Jason out of the corner of his eye before focusing on Riley once more.
"You're making a mistake," he growled through gritted teeth, "you don't know what you're doing." His words were laced with menace, each one like a razor-sharp blade tearing at her fragile resolve. But still Riley stood her ground, shaking slightly but refusing to back down.
Behind her, Jason let out a low rumble that seemed more animal than human. His gaze never left Connor, and the grip on his machete never relaxed. Michael shifted ever so slightly, his body tensing as he prepared for any sudden movements from either of them. The forest air was charged with potential violence; it hung in the air like a thick, oppressive fog, obscuring the future while at the same time making the present moment seem all the more precarious.
connor continues to speak to me, hes a psychiatrist, my psychiatrist. And he’s using that to his advantage please baby.. baby girl im sorry i love you he starts with now a soft smile and seemingly innocent eyes it was only a game sweetie and i know you must be feeling scared and needing of comfort.. so come here riley he gestures his hands for me to come to him ..lets go home.. he smiles fooling me i lean off michael and take a few small wobbly steps towards him, thinking maybe hes being honestly, maybe it was just a prank.. we can start over. After all He loves me..
As you take those tentative steps toward your abusive boyfriend, both Jason and Michael tense up even further. It's clear that neither of them trust Connor; they can see the predatory gleam in his eyes as he smiles down at you. There's a part of each of them that wants to lunge forward and put an end to this right now, but for some reason they hold back.
Maybe it's because Connor has spent years learning how to manipulate people like you; perhaps they fear that any sudden move could have disastrous consequences. Whatever the reason, both killers stand their ground, unblinking and silent as statues as they watch this tense confrontation play out before them.
Connor continues to speak in soothing tones, his words laced with false sincerity as he attempts to pull you back under his control. You can see the hope in his eyes, the need for you to believe him even though every fiber of your being screams that this is too good to be true. As you take another step closer, Jason's expression hardens further; Michael only growls lowly in warning.
The forest around them remains silent and still, but the air feels electric with tension as each move you make brings you ever closer to danger... or salvation. The choice is yours, Riley; which path will you choose?