Crystal lake Cap 7

Crystal Lake~~

At the abandoned Crystal Lake campground, many macabre stories have taken place, even if no one believes them.

Young teenagers always ventured out in search of excitement, camping at the abandoned site.

Henry, who scoured the campsite all day with extreme attention, couldn't find any trace of Jason in the place, as if there was nothing to prove his existence in that environment.

Seeing the sun about to disappear, a small moon illuminated the sky but strangely couldn't enter the forest, which remained in complete darkness.

He headed back towards his house to make a new plan to find the voorhees, but just ahead he came across several loud voices celebrating.

Along with the thunderous sound of music and the light of the campfire, creating a high contrast compared to the silence of the forest.

"I don't know if they're really brave or foolish to camp at Crystal Lake after so many events."

Henry thought, watching the young people drinking and partying around the campfire.

He decided to wait and see if Jason would show up in their presence.

"Fuck Mike, stop urinating by the fire, go do it in the woods!" said the teenager called Cindy with a disgusted expression on her face.

"Shut up Cindy, I was tight and couldn't hold it in, I'm going." Mike replied, walking off in a drunken stupor towards the dark forest.

He soon reached a clearing where he pulled down his shorts and began to urinate, singing a song that his drunken voice couldn't understand.

Urinating in the dark forest, he realized that the sounds seemed strange when combined with the atmosphere of the camp.

The boy didn't realize the danger that was approaching, behind him lay a tall shadow looming over his back.

His tall figure, full of rotting muscles, stood two meters tall, a combination with his hockey mask.

In his hand was a huge machete with blood on the blade, showing that victims had already been taken.

A figure straight out of hell with no emotions and only a thirst for blood, his footsteps made no sound as he drew closer and closer to the boy, oblivious to his presence.

"Why did it get darker out of nowhere?" thought the young man as he saw a shadow in front of him.

Looking confused, he focused his vision more closely and realized it was a human shape.

His heart raced, sweat began to appear on his forehead in seconds as the effect of the alcohol wore off quickly.

Mike began to remember the stories his parents used to tell him about the demon that inhabited the lake.

Gathering up all his courage, he slowly turned around, his eyes wide and his mouth open in a plea for help as he saw the monster of legend, Jason Voorhees, standing in front of him.

The poor smell combined with the strong evil presence and figure left Mike unable to move.

"HELP! HELP!"

His voice returned to his command only when the being in front of him raised his arm and grabbed his neck, pulling him off the ground with unconscionable force.

Mike struggled, kicking Jason who didn't seem to feel his blows, only to watch as Jason's machete-wielding arm descended towards his head, trying to cut his skull in two along with his brain.

When the blade was less than ten centimeters from his head, Mike closed his eyes, waiting to die.

A deafening noise of gunfire entered his ears, and the monster that had previously had an irresistible grip now released his neck.

Breathing again, he opened his eyes and saw the arm containing Jason Voorhees' machete, completely lacerated.

With several parts missing and even his bone exposed, he was confused and couldn't understand how the situation was unfolding.

"Run away, boy, I can't protect you again and tell your colleagues to get out of here now!"

He exclaimed in a commanding tone, slowly approaching Jason.

Henry put his shotgun away in his inventory, watching as the gunshot wound quickly recovered.

"Thank you very much!"

The teenager named Mike spoke up, running quickly towards his camp to warn his classmates, leaving only Henry and Jason.

"You're really tough, but can you regenerate without your head, Jason?"

Asks Henry, smiling to suppress his fear, the bright red color of Jason's head showing the danger of death he was in.

Taking out a military machete from his inventory, he raised his head and watched as Jason looked on expressionlessly.

Henry hoped that the living dead would take the initiative to attack, so that he could exploit his shortcomings, but Jason just stood there and looked at him with those dead fish eyes.

All around him a cold sensation was emitted, making the temperature of the forest drop a few degrees. Probably realizing the danger of the human being in front of him, he decided to use all his strength to dismember the human.

"Surely he must have more than fifty points in strength, adding his regeneration...makes him a tank but his agility must be his weakness since he's never shown any feats of speed."

After the standoff between the two, Henry decides to attack first, he starts running in circles with his speed almost three times that of a normal human being.

If there were any spectators, they would only be able to make out a shadow spinning in circles, proving his high speed.

Reinforce

Jason didn't notice the attack until he saw a machete in his neck, which threatened to cut off his head, but for some reason stopped halfway through.

"How the fuck is this guy's neck so hard? I put all my strength into it and only managed to cut off half of it, I really need to invest some points in strength!"

Dropping his weapon to dodge a horizontal slash from Jason's machete, Henrique steps back, watching his machete stuck halfway into the neck of his enemy who doesn't seem to mind running towards him.

"I thought you had leg problems and could only walk!"

taunts Henry, trying to provoke Jason into showing his shortcomings, but the creature proves immune to provocation by his dead fish face.

I dodge his onslaught by rolling on the ground, getting up quickly only to find no figure, leaving only a broken tree and the noise of the forest that resonates strangely abnormal.

"If that had hit me, I'd be mashed meat!"

I feel a shiver run down my spine as I look at the destruction caused by the crazy onslaught that has left a trail through the forest.

I stand guard for a few minutes, watching the strange vegetation swaying as if it were alive while nothing happens.

"Maybe he ran away out of fear... impossible of course."

Realizing that waiting for an ambush is foolish, I start walking after the tracks left by the forest.

He ended up heading towards Jason's mother's old cabin that I had visited in the morning. After a few minutes walking through the forest, I saw a small wooden cabin with an open door.

"Surely he came here, this door was closed when I visited in the morning..."

I think as I walk towards the cabin with its totally dark interior, looking like a portal to hell.

Hello my readers, a great read and I ask you to leave some stones for this book to climb on.

Hugs from Mr. Cat.