Jin; This is something I've wanted to write for a while. It's an alternative universe thing, and there's not going to be any demons, or magic stuff. Everyone is human,that is except one person… Jason Voorhees. This takes place a year after Freddy vs. Jason, and if Tommy Jervis had already died.

Disclaimer: Jason Voorhees is not mine's, the characters from Inuyasha are not mine's, and they all belong to their owners. This is purely for fun.

Friday the 13th. Jason Comes Home

Death Not To Be Proud Of

Crystal Lake, New Jersey

A Ranger Jeep drove slowly through the woods leading to Camp Crystal Lake, a place that was actually a good camp for the kids, had now become a legend of the worse kind. Nobody ever went there, for fear of Jason Voorhees, who had returned from death time and time again. But things were different now. Everyone in the entire area, as far as Manhattan and Springwood, Ohio (the site of the Elm Street murders) knew now, that Jason was gone for good. Ranger Frank Johnston knew for a fact that once you got sent to hell, especially if you were directly dragged down there, only the grace of the Lord could help you there.

Frank snorted at his own thought. Good luck with that happening! Earlier that day, at his station, Frank and a few others were sent to Crystal Lake with dynamite to destroy all remnants of Jason's terror. Frank had brought with him all the files that had been dug up on Jason's history, and the one he personally found most interesting was the identity of Jason's father, who had left his mother before he was born. It was a one night stand apparently, and the Father left the country altogether. The stresses of raising a child on one's own, and with all kinds of defects were enough to drive anyone insane. Tommy Jervis had died a year ago in a car accident, and as far as he knew, there were very few of Jason's relatives that were alive.

As he came within a mile, Frank grabbed his walkie-talkie and said, "Mike, this is Frank I am within a mile of the lake, do you copy, over?" After a little static, a voice replied, "No I don't copy, and I'm being suspended in the air by the late Jason Voorhees machete." "Smart ass." Muttered Frank and turned on his walkie-talkie again, "Very funny Mike, but just make sure you and Lisa don't screw around, we got important work to do, over." Mike responded annoyed, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, blow all this shit to hell so Jason has his own place down there." Lisa's playful voice was heard over the walkie-talkie, "Don't worry Frank, he can't even give his own dog satisfaction, let alone a human being." Frank laughed as Mike whined with indignation, and said, "I'll be there soon so you guys just hang tight, over."

Mike looked at Lisa who looked at him with a playful grin on her face, and Mike said, "So tell me baby, how do I look?" Mike had big boots with small stilts, thick black jeans that barely reached to his boots, a black torn shirt with some blood, a dirty torn old coat with an even worse jacket over it, black leather gloves, and a machete that look rusted with fake blood was in his right hand. Lisa smiled at him tauntingly and said, "You look uglier than Jason Voorhees, put on the mask and we'll see if you look any better." Mike rolled his eyes at his girlfriend and put on the mask. It was Jason Voorhees head, with a little bit of hair, and his skin was blackened as if he had been sleeping in the earth for years.

The infamous hockey mask was part of the mask, and Mike felt a weird sense of power as he looked through the eyeholes. Then he raised the machete threatening way, and said in a low voice, "I am Jason! Bow down before me you pathetic mortals!" Lisa laughed and bowed down in an overly dramatic way, "Oh hail the mighty Jason Voorhees! Slayer of men and sexy young women!" Mike laughed and handed Lisa fake blood, and she proceeded to smother her neck and chest in it. As she did it, she started to feel hesitant and said as Mike walked around to get used to his costume, "Mike, I really think we should call this joke off. Frank is an old guy, what if we give him a heart attack?" Mike shook his head and said, "Don't be such a wimp Lisa! Everyone knows Jason is rotting away in hell, so Frank will probably see through us before his heard gives, and we'll get what we need done, done." Lisa agreed, but didn't sound very convinced. Mike groaned suddenly, "Ah fuck, I gotta go take a piss, hang on ok? If you see or hear any sign of Frank play dead ok?" Lisa nodded and Mike went behind one of the cabins with his machete.

He unzipped his fly and let a sigh of relief out as he relieved himself. He heard crunching of grass behind him, and said, "Lisa, let me have some privacy alright? We can't do it every time you want to alright? I don't have any condoms with me and knowing you, you don't either, so another time we'll do it ok?" He heard the footsteps behind him stop and he zipped up his fly, grabbed his machete and turned around. He nearly wet himself as he came face-to-face, with the real Jason Voorhees, dripping as if he had just jumped out of the lake, and he looked more terrifying than Mike's costume could ever be. He stuttered incoherently as Jason stared at him, looking up and down at Mike, seemingly surprised that he was staring at something that looked like him. But rage starting to build at the mockery that was shoved in his face.

Mike stepped backwards in fear but the real Jason stood where he was, breathing heavily. Mike finally blurted out, "Please don't kill me man! I'm sorry, don't hurt me! I didn't know you were alive still!" Mike wasn't thinking clearly, otherwise he would've had the sense to use his own machete to defend himself, or scream for Lisa to help him. Not that it would change the outcome either way. Jason pulled out his machete and slowly walked to Mike as he finally was backed against a tree, still pleading with Jason. Then Jason shoved his machete a head above Mike, ripped the mask off him, grabbed his machete that was still gripped in his hand, and shoved the blade up through his jaw and out his head. Mike's eyes rolled in he gagged as blood spurted out, and then he dropped to the ground. Lisa heard a thump and a weird noise that she never heard before. Then she turned around and yelled, "Mike! Mike are you alright?" Then she saw what appeared to be Mike in his Jason costume, coming from behind the cabin with his machete in hand.

Jason stared simply at the woman and made up his mind before starting to breath hevily with rage. She would die for breaking the rules and trespassing on his home. Lisa walked up to Jason, and looked at it for a moment. She had to admit, the costume made Mike look like Jason Voorhees perfectly. The person stared at her while gripping the machete tightly, and Lisa waved her hand in front of the hockey mask, "Helloooooo! Anybody home?" Lisa called, knocking on the mask, surprised at how solid it sounded, instead of make another noise one would expect to hear on plastic one's. Then she realized that the hockey mask was part of the head mask itself, and as she started to back away when she realized it wasn't Mike. Jason shoved his machete into her chest and ripped her open to her jugular, real blood mixed with the fake blood as her organs and blood spilled out in gallons. Jason watched silently as she stopped quivering and died with one last gasp. Jason grabbed her leg and dragged her behind the cabin as Frank's car pulled into the camp.

He didn't see anyone there except the squad cars, and bottle of something red on one of the trucks. He sighed and hoped to god that those two weren't messing around again. The last time this happened, was when he saw the two of them getting to know each other, very well. He parked his car, right next to Lisa's squad car, and he brought his files out as he stepped out of the car. Then he called out, "Mike, Lisa! Let's get to work!" Then he spotted the bottle and read, "Movie blood." Frank shook his head in annoyance and set his files down on the hood of the car. Then he pulled out his service pistol, "Ok you guys, I'll play along. Just pray that you're wearing Kevlar!" Then he walked forward to the front of the old cabin and walked inside. He was tense because he had no intention of letting those assholes get the better of him, and he looked around it from the outside. Timber had fallen over the entrance, burn marks were everywhere, and the wall from the windows was shredded as if someone had been shoved in from one end all the way to the other.

Frank suddenly heard the thud of heavy boots, but even though he looked around him, and out at the lake, he saw nothing. Then he noticed something red pooling out from where he could see. His devotion to help made him put away his service pistol and he ran behind the cabin. As he got to the corner, his foot snagged on something, almost tripping him. It was a head mask of Jason Voorhees. Mike picked it up and looked at the mask. He had to admit, he felt scared just looking at the fake thing, and wondered what it would be like to meet the real thing. Then he dropped the mask and he thought he saw something rounding the corner.

He yelled out nervously, "Mike? Come on man, this isn't funny anymore!" He heard nothing and yelled out more nervously as he pulled out his service pistol, "Lisa! If you guys are there show yourself now! I've got my pistol out and if you guys scare me I'll fucking shoot!" Still, no response, and Frank moved forward. Then he looked around the corner, and saw Lisa lying on top of Jason Voorhees, which Frank concluded, was Mike. Frank growled in exasperation, "Dammit you two! What in the Sam hell is the matter with-" He moved forward and nudged Lisa with his boot, and she fell to the side, "Holy Shit! What in the-!?" Mike had a machete shoved up through his skull and Lisa had been gutted. Frank heard a heavy thud of boots and saw Jason Voorhees. Frank leveled his pistol at Jason and yelled, "You're dead! You were sent to hell! Why are you back!?" Jason walked forward heavily and Frank fired over and over at Jason. Jason didn't so much as blink and Frank dropped his pistol and ran. Jason stopped and forcibly tore out the machete buried in Mike's skull.

Frank tripped on a pool of blood near Lisa's squad car and a machete buried itself in the passenger door where Frank stood not a second ago. Jason pulled out his own machete out with a menacing shiiiiiiiing. Frank backed up into the squad car, and his files fell over. But Frank wasn't a rookie; he was an experienced person who had dealt with things before, even if they weren't like this. Frank looked at his own car where the dynamite was. Jason raised his machete and Frank fell to the side as Jason's machete slammed into the car. Frank started to crawl away, but screamed in pain as Jason brought his boot full force on Frank's leg, breaking the femur. Jason started tugging on his weapon and Frank crawled away more desperately as the liquids from the engines started leaking out. Jason finally tugged out his machete as Frank reached his car. The files blew open as he hit time, and Jason's attention was fixated on a picture of his mother, Pamela Voorhees. Then he tilted his head as his mind slowly processed what was on the paper. Then he started breathinh heavily as rage swelled inside him at the way his mother was abandoned. They deserved to die, they all deserved to die, especially his, stepsister. Then he looked over at Frank who made it to his car, and rage built up once more.

Frank finally grabbed a dynamite, groped for a light, and Jason stormed at him. Frank fumbled with his matches and Jason grabbed him by his neck, crushing his larynx in his hold. Then Jason threw him all the way onto the squad cars hood, and stormed for him again. Then he grabbed him by the back of his shirt, and slammed his head into the passenger window until it broke. He did it again to the next window and Frank's face had glass shards and cuts everywhere on his face. Then Jason dragged the still alive Frank to the front of the car, lifted up the hood, placed his head underneath it, and slammed the hood on his head. The body jerked violently with each slam on his head. Jason slammed it violently until his head was beaten to a bloody pulp. The vapors of the gas leakage started to hit the air and Jason looked once again at the file. Then a picture behind his mother fell out, and he picked it up along with the photo of his mother and father. The he looked at the photo of his stepsister and read the name and where she lived before he put it away. The gas finally ignited and it consumed the body of Frank and the dynamite in his hand exploded in front of Jason. The image of his stepsisters name was burned forever into his mind as the fire crept towards the other dynamite,

"Kagome Higurashi"

Jin; Hopefully this will work! If this doesn't work, people please tell me, and maybe I'll fire Jason and throw in Michael Myers! Or Freddy Krueger….