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"I don't know how the hell you talked me into this, Tommy."

Sitting in the passenger seat of a old pickup truck, a young man examined a old hockey mask, nervously smoking a cigar. His name was Allen Hawes, a rather unusual-looking guy in his mid- twenties.

His most notable feature was his strong southern accent that people seemed to find hilarious. He did share that sentiment but it wasn't like he could do anything about it.

Putting the mask down, he took a large puff from his cigar.

"Hell, I must be crazy. If the old institution ever found out about this...boy, they'd throw our butts back in an' strait-jacket 'em permanent."

"You didn't have to come, Hawes..."

Hawes turned to the driver, his friend Tommy Jarvis. A good-looking young man in his late teens who was currently driving like a bat out of hell. His face was very intense expression, filled with determination.

"This is between me and Jason."

Tommy didn't spare a glance to Hawes, making him more nervous.

"Yeah, I know. But I still don't get the therapy here. Jason's dead, right? How will seeing his corpse stop your hallucinations?"

"Seeing it won't. But destroying him once and for all will. Jason belongs in hell."

"And I'm gonna see he gets there."

For a split moment Hawes saw a eerie glint in his friends eyes, something that really made him consider why he was even friends with him in the first place. He took a glance outside, staring long at the night.

He knew all to well what his friend went through, the horrors and pain that he went through with his many encounters with Jason. He was still horrifed, but now filled with rage.

Hawes could only shake his head as he turned around at the back of the truck. He saw a huge can of gasoline, a crowbar and two shovels. He had no idea what his friend was about to do but he knew it was bad.

The pickup raced down the dirt road as lightning flashed, illuminating the dark woods. Thunder echoed throughout the forest.

Soon the truck stopped in front of a run down cemetery, Tommy quickly hopping out and going to the back of the truck to retrive the tools. Hawes followed as they both grabbed their gear and walked inside the cemetery.

Tracking along a row of tombstones, Tommy searched each one for a specific name. Hawes quickly followed, carrying the gas and mask. The thunder continued as a fierce, wind attacked the 2 of them.

Tommy's eyes squinted to read each tombstone, looking for the one. Lightning flashed behind him, providing light for him to read.

He stopped right in front of a certain grave, confusing Hawes.

"Hey Tommy, why'd you st-?"

Before he could finish, lightning struck right behind them. The light illuminated the tombstone.

"Jason Voorhees - At Rest".

Tommy stared at the tomb long and hard, a deep terror chilled his bones. Something else cought his eye though. Right next to Jason's tomb was another tomb.

"Pamela Voorhees - Beloved Mother."

Both Tommy and Hawes stared at the 2 tombs. Returning his attention to Jason's grave, Tommy pointed to Jason's tomb to Hawes. Putting down the other items, the 2 of them take hold of the shovels. Tommy raised his up first before plunging it into the ground.

Tommy worked feverishly as Hawes worked nervously. Again and again, their shovels striked, digging into the earth.

*DING*

Tommy's shovel hit something hard, scrapping the dirt off of a rotted coffin lid. The sweating boy tossed the shovel out of the shallow grave. Hawes silently handed him the crowbar from above.

Tommy drove the crowbar into the side, taking a firm grip before yanking it open. A horrific creak resounds as the lid cracked open.

Tommy and Hawes dexchange a look and a deep breath as Tommy handed Hawes the crowbar. Tommy then reached for the coffins lid, his hands extended slowly toward the coffin. His fingers slip into the narrow space beneath the coffin lid. Hawes could only bite his lip in worry as he stared at his friend.

With all the courage he can muster, Tommy yanked the casket open. In strange coincidence, lightning struck exactly when the lid swung opened, revealing the huge decomposing body of Jason Voorhees.

His head was filled with disgusting maggots that wriggled through his head. Hawes gasped at the sight as Tommy stared at the body. Both fought with their stomach to keep their dinner down.

Tommy slowly climbed out of the grave, turning around and staring down at his nemesis. A slow hatred began to build. A horrid memory replayed itself over and over again. His sister yelled at him

'NO, TOMMY, NO!'

All while a 10-year-old Tommy killed Jason.

"DIE, DIE!"

As he remembered that mempry, his eyes welled up with a violent rage as he looked around vengefully. Tommy looked around before spotting an old fence a few yards away, which he headed for, confusing Hawes.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Without a word or glance, Tommy stormed over to the rusty fence. He grabbed one of the spearlike posts and pulled it out. With fire in his eyes, Tommy slowly walked towards Jason with the weapon, thunder roaring above him.

" What's that for? Tommy, what are you doin', boy?!"

Tommy stormed right past him as he glared down hatefully at the monster who had destroyed his loved ones and his life. Raising the spear, Tommy exploded and jumped down into Jason's grave.

"YOU BASTARD!"

As he landed in the grave, Tommy plunged the spear down into Jason with every bit of force he could muster. Thunder roared as lightning crashed hellishly. Tommy's spear penetrated deep into Jason's chest.

"Oh, shit."

Hawes was completely dumbfounded at the situation before him. Tommy ripped his spear out, only to again angrily ram it down into Jason's body again and again.

The force of the blows caused many of the numerous maggots to start dropping off Jason's face. His grossly decayed flesh illuminated by the lightning.

Tommy now exhausted, felt his rage finally vented as he drived the spear into Jason for the last time.

The spear rested on his shoulder as it extended out of Jason's cold heart. Recovering from his tantrum, Tommy climbed out of the grave as Hawes stares open-mouthed at his friend.

"Boy, he must've really messed you over."

Tommy reached down, picking up Jason's hockey mask, and stared at it. The masked almost seemed to stare back evilly at him. Hawes walked over as he peered into the grave of Jason, right before spitting on his face.

"Yeah. fuck you, jason."

Tommy tossed the mask into the grave, a huge mental burden was finally lifted from his psyche. He walked over to where the gas can was, ready to unscrew it and pour it into the grave.

But without warning, the sky exploded with a mass of lightning. Lightning started spewing everywhere. One of the bolts of electricity was drawn to the spear like a lightning rod. Sparks flew as the spear was struck and electrified, forcing Tommy and Hawes to dive for cover. But not long after another lightnig blot struck the spear again!

Strangely enough, Jason's body was completely fine when struck both times by lightning. As if by some sort of mircale, Jason's decomposed eyelids flashed open instead!

POV change:

"Uh...hmm."

Currently I was standing in the middle of the forest still. But now I was wearing a a black priest's cassock, with a golden cross necklace to pair. I think it paired nicley with my black hair.

And I was holding a bible in my left hand to for some reason.

"Well it look's pretty cool at least.'

I messed around with the cassock for a bit before being interupted by the system.

{Preset fully syched with the user, preset ready for optimal useage.}

A stream of information started to move into my brain. A mixture of fighting, church related shit, and magecraft was now inside my brain like it was already there. It all felt natural.

'Still can't get over how weird this feels.'

"Oh that reminds me!"

"System show me my status please."

{Status will now be shown.}

[Name: August Ramos]

[Hunter level: Inititate]

[Strength: F+ (G+)]

[Endurance: F (F-)]

[Agility: F (G+)]

[Stamina: F+ (F-)]

[Intelligence: F (G+)]

[Skill list: CQC lvl. 2, Empowered Physique lvl. 1]

[Presets: Jonathan "John" Wick, Kirei Kotomine]

"System, I can assue my real stats are the ones in the parentheses right?"

{Correct, your stats will be enhanced but your real stats will be hidden.}

Clenching my fist I could feel a newfound strength inside. Kirei's own strength plus Empowered Physique was a pretty good combo I was excited to use. But first I need to figure out where to start first.

"Fuck why is it always nighttime when I first come to these places?"

It was cold as shit here, and lightning was striking everywhere so it wasn't the most pleasent atmosphere to be in.

'Wait speaking of lightning-!'

I turned to where I saw those 2 lighting bolts struck.

'Didn't Jason awaken when 2 lightning bolts struck the same area twice?'

Turning to the direction of where I saw those to lightning bolts, my brain slowly came to a realization.

"Jackpot."