my war with Jason

Jason belongs to Friday the thirteenth.

It was a dark and cold night. Strange for being the middle of summer. The moon was full, casting strange anomalies across the street. I lay in bed wide awake. Something wasn't right. I slipped on my old military honor guard uniform. Black shining boots, black pants, blue top with an american flag on the left shoulder. The warn VFW hat still fit perfectly and the sabre strapped to my belt. A dark figure stood on the other side of the street gloating at me. A bloody machete gripped in his right hand, and a somewhat white hockey mask over his face. His uniform undescribable due to the lack of light.

He spoke in a deep voice. "Death will be quick for you boy. Prepare to die." His words made me shiver. But if its a fight he wants... a fight he'll get. With me, I brought an extra sabre. I confronted him. Slowly and cautiously he lowered his blade. I threw the sabre to him. In unison, we unsheathed our weapons. Jason spoke again. "I cannot tell whether you are brave or stupid. Nonetheless, you will die a painful death." He swung and I blocked. The two swords creating a clanging noise and bright sparks.

I countered with my right foot. The karate kick struck his mask dead on. Swinging again, I failed to block. The sword scraping my chest. A slow oozing line of blood fell. Only a flesh wound. I swung first, he blocked perfectly... not realizing the set up. My right leg caught his left leg forcing him to the ground. On his knees, I roundhouse kicked him in the back of the head ... a perfect face plant. A roar of rage bellowed from him.

He raised his machete from the ground, driving it into my stomach. Severe pain radiated throughout my entire body. That was an impressive decisive counter attack. However, he remained on the ground. My sword entered his neck and then into his heart. 'Doesn't this guy die?' I thought. I removed his head as the machete struck above my heart. He fell dead... myself nearly as well. Leaving him be, I went inside. My bloody body collapsed on my bed. This was the first attack of many. Jason would be back for revenge. My war had just begun.