The Preserve, evening
After spending the better part of the afternoon and early evening in town, Isabel was ready to head back to the cabins.
After a quick stop at the Kwiki-Mart, she headed down the path, mini-flashlight in hand.
A glint of light may have caught Isabel's eye in the trees ahead. A momentary flash, like light reflecting off the edge of a knife, then nothing.
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ha-Ha-Ha...
More concerned with not tripping over the tree roots right under feet, because yeah, hobbling out of the preserve with a sprained ankle would be so much fun, Isabel really wasn't paying too much attention to what was happening in the trees ahead.
A crack echoed out, like a twig snapping in two. But which direction did it come from?
That did catch her attention and Isabel stopped, turning in a circle and shining the flashlight into the woods. "So help me god, if this is supposed to be a joke, I will kick your ass."
The flashlight panned across the trees, then hit a patch of white, illuminating a battered old hockey mask. A mask on a tall, hulking form, slowly stalking it's way towards her.
Great, a newbie was a prankster. She'd have to introduce him to what was left of the Stickbugs. "Hahaha," she said dryly. "Funny. Just what the island needed, a psycho in the woods."
The big machete was in Jason's hand, and it was soon raised above his head. He wasn't joking.
"You have got to be kidding me," she muttered, a sudden feeling of things being just not right crawling up her spine. She took a step backwards, then turned and ran.
Jason quickened his pace. He didn't want another failure. His mother wouldn't be proud of him if he kept failing.
He sliced two tree branches out of his way, his footsteps methodical and loud.
Running meant that Isabel wasn't able to pay attention to what she was running over. She tripped over a root and went sprawling.
Jason caught up, and brought his knife down hard. He wasn't going for the kill, no. He wanted a scream, first. If it was too quick, it didn't really count.
Isabel glanced back over her shoulder and rolled out of the way, but not fast enough as knife grazed her arm. "Son of bitch,' she yelled, flinging her uninjured hand out and sending a blast of power towards the freak.
Jason took off like a pinball, smashing into a tree with a sickening thud. He landed at the base, not moving as the machete clattered to the dirt as well.
Clutching her arm, Isabel scrambled to her feet. She watched him warily for a long moment, then started turned to head back to town. A trip that was going to be even more difficult since the flashlight was shattered.
And if she looked back, she'd have noticed that Jason was no longer at the base of the tree. He'd disappeared...
Two falls later, Isabel was a little bit closer to town, but her nerves were on edge. This was the part in the movies where the psycho killer stepped out from behind the tree to finally kill his victim. Injured arm tucked close to her side, her other hand raised to attack, she tried to follow the trail.
And the trail led straight to Jason, there in front of her. Machete-less, but truly no less deadly. He lashed forward with an ugly fist.
She dodged out of the way, but Isabel refused to let him drive her back into the preserve and away from town. That meant that she tried to dodge past him.
Jason stumbled round, taking one last shot at Isabel's retreating back with his ugly, decayed fingers, splayed out to hopefully rake her flesh.
Biting her lip against the pain from new wounds on her back, Isabel stumbled a few steps further then turned back to face Jason.
This was going to end now.
Hand raised, she reached out and lifted the large rock by the side of the trail, hurling it towards him.
The rock smashed into Jason, with a crunch that sounded like bones not merely breaking but shattering. The force knocked him clear off his feet, thudding down into the dirty wilderness.
Torn between going after him and finishing the job, and the tiny part of her brain that was pointing out that she was blonde, not a virgin and therefore prime psycho killer fodder, Isabel started off to town again.
And where Jason had landed... he was no longer there. But Isabel was safe, as he retreated back deeper within the preserve.
[ooc: preplayed with chchch_hahaha aka Squish. Isabel's waiting for a specific hero who knows who he is. NFB please!]
After a quick stop at the Kwiki-Mart, she headed down the path, mini-flashlight in hand.
A glint of light may have caught Isabel's eye in the trees ahead. A momentary flash, like light reflecting off the edge of a knife, then nothing.
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ha-Ha-Ha...
More concerned with not tripping over the tree roots right under feet, because yeah, hobbling out of the preserve with a sprained ankle would be so much fun, Isabel really wasn't paying too much attention to what was happening in the trees ahead.
A crack echoed out, like a twig snapping in two. But which direction did it come from?
That did catch her attention and Isabel stopped, turning in a circle and shining the flashlight into the woods. "So help me god, if this is supposed to be a joke, I will kick your ass."
The flashlight panned across the trees, then hit a patch of white, illuminating a battered old hockey mask. A mask on a tall, hulking form, slowly stalking it's way towards her.
Great, a newbie was a prankster. She'd have to introduce him to what was left of the Stickbugs. "Hahaha," she said dryly. "Funny. Just what the island needed, a psycho in the woods."
The big machete was in Jason's hand, and it was soon raised above his head. He wasn't joking.
"You have got to be kidding me," she muttered, a sudden feeling of things being just not right crawling up her spine. She took a step backwards, then turned and ran.
Jason quickened his pace. He didn't want another failure. His mother wouldn't be proud of him if he kept failing.
He sliced two tree branches out of his way, his footsteps methodical and loud.
Running meant that Isabel wasn't able to pay attention to what she was running over. She tripped over a root and went sprawling.
Jason caught up, and brought his knife down hard. He wasn't going for the kill, no. He wanted a scream, first. If it was too quick, it didn't really count.
Isabel glanced back over her shoulder and rolled out of the way, but not fast enough as knife grazed her arm. "Son of bitch,' she yelled, flinging her uninjured hand out and sending a blast of power towards the freak.
Jason took off like a pinball, smashing into a tree with a sickening thud. He landed at the base, not moving as the machete clattered to the dirt as well.
Clutching her arm, Isabel scrambled to her feet. She watched him warily for a long moment, then started turned to head back to town. A trip that was going to be even more difficult since the flashlight was shattered.
And if she looked back, she'd have noticed that Jason was no longer at the base of the tree. He'd disappeared...
Two falls later, Isabel was a little bit closer to town, but her nerves were on edge. This was the part in the movies where the psycho killer stepped out from behind the tree to finally kill his victim. Injured arm tucked close to her side, her other hand raised to attack, she tried to follow the trail.
And the trail led straight to Jason, there in front of her. Machete-less, but truly no less deadly. He lashed forward with an ugly fist.
She dodged out of the way, but Isabel refused to let him drive her back into the preserve and away from town. That meant that she tried to dodge past him.
Jason stumbled round, taking one last shot at Isabel's retreating back with his ugly, decayed fingers, splayed out to hopefully rake her flesh.
Biting her lip against the pain from new wounds on her back, Isabel stumbled a few steps further then turned back to face Jason.
This was going to end now.
Hand raised, she reached out and lifted the large rock by the side of the trail, hurling it towards him.
The rock smashed into Jason, with a crunch that sounded like bones not merely breaking but shattering. The force knocked him clear off his feet, thudding down into the dirty wilderness.
Torn between going after him and finishing the job, and the tiny part of her brain that was pointing out that she was blonde, not a virgin and therefore prime psycho killer fodder, Isabel started off to town again.
And where Jason had landed... he was no longer there. But Isabel was safe, as he retreated back deeper within the preserve.
[ooc: preplayed with chchch_hahaha aka Squish. Isabel's waiting for a specific hero who knows who he is. NFB please!]