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[absonic93]

The rain continued pouring down as Tracy lost track of all time. She hadn't moved for a while. She was pretty sure the tears were over, but she was so drenched she couldn't tell.

At long last she managed to reclaim her emotions, and put things back into perspective. She was lost in some woods and she had no idea what time in the night it was. She looked around, attempting to determine what direction she came from when she blindly charged through the forest.

Great, she was lost.

And this certainly wasn't a place Tracy wanted to spend the night...

 

[RGDurant]

He knew his woods all too well, Jason had traveled through the paths many times, slaughtered and hid bodies in them, he knew every tree, every rock, every puddle of mud.

It took him some time, but Jason had found his prey. A blond woman who looked very battered and dirty. She was running away, but that didn't matter, she hadn't left his land yet.

Jason took a firm hold of his axe and stalked after her. His boots stomped hard against the forest floor as he began to gain on this woman.

 

[absonic93]

Tracy continued through the woods, hoping for some sign of civilization, starting at a brisk walk, and making her way into a frantic jog.

Her attention was brought to a rustling around her. She jerked her head around. Slowly panning the drenched woodland.

 

[RGDurant]

Jason watched from a shadowy part of the trees, watching his potential victim look around for her stalker. His fingers wrapped tighter around the axe handle. Waiting for the right moment to jump out and bury his weapon into her flesh.

 

[absonic93]

"Can anyone hear me?" Tracy shouted. After several attempts, TShe sighed and continued onward.

She looked back as she walked, stricken with paranoia in the dead of night as the rain poured down.

 

[RGDurant]

Jason had waited long enough, he burst from the bushes and took a running charge at her. The noise startled the woman to face him, her eyes went wide with terror at the sight of his hockey-masked face.

Jason raised his axe over head and swung it down towards her.

 

[absonic93]

Tracy Strauss dived away as the axe of her mysterious, bloodthirsty assailant was brought down upon her, barely missing her.

She quickly crawled back until her back rested upon a tree stump. A look of terror struck her face as the assailant lifted up his axe and walked towards her.

 

[RGDurant]

Jason approached Tracy with murderous venom in his eyes. He swung his axe, aiming the blade for her neck, but it hit the tree stump instead, breaking the handle.

Jason then struggled to pulled the axe head out of the drenced wood, but it was wedged in so deep that he ended up tearing the stump out of the ground by the roots.

 

[absonic93]

Tracy stood in astonishment as the axe once again barely missed her, instead lodging into the tree stump. She stood up, backing away from the killer with the hockey mask as he ended up pulling out the tree stump, roots and all.

Tracy felt the adrenaline rushing inside her, she wasn't going down like this.

She wasted no time, throwing her palm on the killer's back as ice spread upon his torso.

 

[RGDurant]

Jason looked down as ice spread from her hand across his body. He dropped the stump, his limbs grew stiff as he was being frozen.

Before long, ice covered his head, his arms, legs, his whole body. He stood there rigid and motionless. losing his balance, Jason fell back and landed into the hole left from the stump in the ground. He didn't shatter but pieces of ice and flesh chipped on the impact.

 

[absonic93]

The terrified woman didn't wait to see if her attacker had shattered into a million pieces as the reporter had done. Instead she ran, and ran fast.

She continued running until she finally came to an old shack. She warily entered, looking for any sort of phone or contacting device but only found a stuffed bear upon an old pillow.

In rage, she punched the bear, knocking it across the room and into the wall.

She was going to die out here.

 

[RGDurant]

Jason's frozen body lay still in the hole, which started to fill with muddy water from the rain. Drowning worms sqwarmed in desparation for air, Jason's eye shifted under his iced over hockey mask, he was reminded of his own drowning, and those memories filled him with the coldest grief and the most scourching rage.

He clenched his fist and the ice covering his arm began to crack under the strain of his muscles.

 

[absonic93]

Running back from the old shack she had just discovered, Tracy headed for where her assailant laid frozen solid in the clearing. It wasn't hard to find as she hadn't gone that far. Maybe if she examined the man she could find out who he was and why he was after her. Maybe this was all someone's plan to quiet her for her political action against metahumans. If it was, it had gone way too far, and she wasn't going to have any mercy against them.

She looked in the ditch as mud oozed through her toes.

Her attacker was gone.

 

[RGDurant]

SWOOSH!!!!

Jason's machete cuts through the air from behind and grazed Tracy on her shoulder blade, not fatally wounding her, but enough to make her fall to the ground bleeding.

He her now, helpless in the mud, He raised his machete high above his head for a killing blow.....

BAM!!

Suddenly Jason was knocked backward by a shot to his chest, the bullet passed right through him. He remained standing for moment before another sniper shot to the torso layed him out cold on his back.

 

[absonic93]

The pain was sharp and intense. Tracy laid on the ground, clutching her bleeding shoulder as blood trickled through the rain-soaked mud, forming a mixture of grimy maroon liquid.

She didn't know how, but she hadn't killed her attacker, and she had paid the price.

Tracy's vision blurred as the pain began to dim. Her shoulder became cold and then the pain was gone, filled with an emptiness of no feeling.

She could only think in her head thoughts of peace, finally she was being brought to justice for her murder. She deserved this fate. She, like this man, was a killer and nothing more.

Tracy had always been a shark, only taking and feeding off of others for pesronal gain. Now she would let this man find his joy from her overdue death.

But before Tracy found the light. Awoken by gunshot, the only thing Tracy saw a blurred figure falling to the ground beside her.

 

[RGDurant]

Out from the brush came a grizzly looking man in hunting attire, holding a smoking rifle. His boots trodded through the bloody mud to find Tracy lying there and bleeding. "Christ." he muttered under his breath, grabbing a walkie from his pocket.

"Boys, I found the creep and blew him away, but looks like he cut up some girl, gonna be needed the first-aid kit right quick."

"Alright Joe, make sure the freak's really down while your at it, we're on the way." his friends on the other walkie replied.

Joe the hunter cocked his rifle again and approached the fallen Jason.

 

[wiegeabo]

"There are no such things as superpowers."

"But General-!"

"No, 'buts'. There is no official evidence of superpowers or abnormal abilities ever existing. All such claims for former 'heroes' and 'villains' were disproved. They all use advanced technologies or mind-altering agents, yes. Even various types of illusion..."

"But he disappeard, General. He just...vanished."

The General tightens her lips as she looks at me. "Agent Walker, did you witness this...vanishing?"

Sarah looks at me like she wants to help. I nod at her, hoping she can. But her eyes drop and she looks back at the screen. "I'm sorry, General. I...didn't."

The General nods. "Major Casey, you're opinion?"

 

[RGDurant]

Joe hovered over the motionless Jason, keeping the barrel of his rifle pointed at his masked face. He prodded the cold metal tube against his neck, no response, he tapped the end of the barrel hard against his forehead.

Jason's hand shot up, gripped the barrel and bent it aside. Joe pulled the trigger and his gun exploded in his hands. Jason was to quickly on his feet, Joe swung the useless weapon like a club and smack Jason across the face with very little effect. Jason reached out and got his hands around the hunter's head and jaw and sqeezed.

CRUNCH!!!!

The mixed sound of Joe's blood curdling screams and the breaking of bone was finished with a disgust squishing noise as his brains were crushed and one of his eyeballs popped out of it's socket.


Jason let the dead hunter fall into the mud and retrieved his machete to finish off Tracy.

 

[Carnage27]

Another Foot ninja lunges towards me, and I use his own momentum to toss him off the edge of the roof.

Donnie vaults over me and sends two other ninjas staggering backwards, "Leo, we need to get out of here. Do you have those pellets I whipped up?"

I pull two small grenade-like pellets out of the pouch on my belt, "Sure do, Don. What do I do with them?"

"Toss them at the ground!"

I do as my brother says, and immediately a cloud of green fog covers the rooftop. The Foot begin to choke and gag, but we seem to be unaffected.

"Alright turtles! Back to the sewers!"

******

"So you see, Leo, the smoke affected them, but not us. I came up with a compound that wouldn't affect our hybrid lungs," Don explains as he pulls the lever that opens our front door.

Battered and bruised, we enter our home, and plop down on couches and chairs.

"Whoa, I feel like Christian Bale's director of photography after messing up a shot..."

We all give Mikey a look.

"What!? I thought it was funny..."

"So, fearless leader, find anything out?"

"Yea, Rorschach told me he heard something about a Japanese criminal compound in North Jersey. Rest up. We're going on a hunt in a few days."

"Jersey? You kidding me?"

"You should feel right at home with your driving, Raph."

Glare.

"That one was definitely funny..."
​

 

[Byrd Man]

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The Bronx

David Stephens slept uneasy in his little apartment. He had been out of the joint for two days, and in that time he'd had a ball. He and his buddy from prison, Scabber, had bought an old van and cruised around the school play grounds looking for action. And boy did they find it. Scabber was into boys, but David liked them young and blonde.

This one girl was maybe twelve. She cried, but he put her fears to rest and told her everything was going to be alright as he started to unbutton his pants.

So far, in the past two days the kids hadn't told on him. But this afternoon had bothered him. While he and Scabber was cruising, a red-headed bum with a sign had been watching him, giving him a creepy vibe. His eyes were unmoving, almost like the eyes of a dead man. It really crept him out.

He almost didn't pick up little Madison, but he did anyway.

As he slept, the man's eyes kept haunting him, he tossed and turn until a pair of powerful hands grabbed his neck.

"Mmm?!" He said as he groggily opened his eyes.

"You like touching kids?" Rorschach said as he pulled the pedophile out of his bed and threw him to the floor.

"No! Please!!"

Rorschach pinned the man down, working his hands over his body.

"Let's see if you like being touched."

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Rorschach's Journal: Februrary 25th, 2009

The night was good to me....almost.

The rain kept the usual trash from coming out of their hiding holes, something about the falling rain makes the vermin and ****es scared. Maybe it's because they fear the water will wash them of their filth and indecency? There are so many now, not like when I first started.

Times have changed, I feel it with each passing day.

The current godless muslim we call "Commander-In-Chief" is the root cause of this, him and that ****e-monger Clinton. Good men like Nixon and Reagan no longer exist, all we have left is the liberal trash that now holds our country in a stranglehold.

No more men who know how to draw a line. We now live in a world of infinte gray, where good and evil are allowed to co-exist. A world weakened by compromise.

This is why the world is doomed, evil is no longer punished. Now wickedness and drug fiends are applauded and are made stars of "reality tv".

Liberals and homosexuals are allowed to run rampant and marry, spitting in the face of America's values.

There is good and there is evil.

Evil must be punished.
​

 

[RGDurant]

Jason stomped over to Tracy, laying near unconsciousness with machete in hand.

And just as he reach her, two other hunters came to find their prey and their friend killed by him.

"Bastard!!!" one screamed before he blasted away at Jason with a pump action shotgun, Jason stumbled back away from the force of the shots as the shooter advanced while pumping shells into him.

The second hunter ran to to the fallen Tracy, "Come on, I need you to get up!!" he implored to the injured woman.

 

[absonic93]

Tracy remembered the hands lifting her off the ground, and a feeling of intense pain in her shoulder as she moved.

He carried her far away as the rthymatic shotgun of his partner repeatedly pounded rounds into the madman.

"Don't worry, we're gonna get you safe" He said to her, as Tracy barely made out his words.

"Do you have a name miss?"

Tracy began gaining focus, and realized her situation. If this hit the papers, she would be showing weakness to her enemies who apparently want her dead.

"Niki. Niki Sanders" She groaned as she grasped her shoulder.

 

[RGDurant]

"I'm Seth, my friends and I have been after that psycho for months." the hunter said while supporting Tracy all the way to his pickup truck.

Seth sat Tracy in the driver's seat, grabbed the first aid kit and started treating her shoulder wound.

**********

The other hunter had Jason against a tree and did not relent in his barrage of shot. He shot shell after shell into the masked psycho's body until......

click....

He had ran empty, and Jason, hardly fazed by the massive amount of blood he lost, approached the hunter while he reloaded with shaking hands. He pumped it and pulled the trigger, the gun jammed.

Jason swung his machete upwards like a golfer and spilt the hunter's leg open, cleaving muscle and flesh right off the bone. With howling man on the ground, Jason drove the blade down hard into the hunter's stomach and cut downwards to the groin, eviserating him.

 

[absonic93]

"Seth, we have to get out of here." Tracy called as she sat clenching her shoulder in the drivers seat of these hunters' truck.

"I'm sorry Niki, we're not leaving without my friend. Listen, you stay here and we'll take care of you. I promise."

Tracy was frustrated. These guys had no idea what they were getting into.

"Listen, this guy doesn't die. We need leave now."

The man turned and looked at her.

"My gun begs to differ. Just stay here." The man disappeared in a flash as Tracy sat alone.

She stared out the window for a while until her gaze found itself upon the keys still in the ignition.

 

[RGDurant]

Seth rushed onwards to where his follow hunter was blasting away Jason, curious that there weren't any gunshots now, maybe he finally was able to kill the so-called unkillable Jason Voorhees. They're names would be in every paper in America, they would be heroes who removed a killer of countless victims, it was almost like finding the cure for cancer.

He returned to the spot he left his friend, and to his horror, found nothing but a mutilated, decapitated corpse. Seth clicked off the safety on his gun, cocked it, and panned around to see where Voorhees had gotten to.

But then the hairs on the back of his neck stood rigid and he felt the cold presence behind him, Seth spun around.

THUD!!!!

Seth dropped his shotgun and held his now broken jaw, Jason had bashed him across the face with his buddie's severed head.

Jason took up the fallen gun, grabbed ahold of Seth's collar and rammed the barrel up under his jaw, through it and the tip of the metal tube hit against the roof of his mouth. Seth gagged in agony as blood began to slowly choke him, Jason lifted him off the ground with one hand and the other gripped the shotgun, his finger squeezed the trigger.

BOOM!!

SPLAT!

Seth's brains flew out the back of his skull and splattered against a tree trunk, his head destroyed, he hung limp in his killer's hand.

Jason threw Seth's corpse down and walked off to find Tracy.