Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 50

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Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 50

Jason sped out of the woods, lunging for the boy who just spoke the last words he would ever say on his planet as if his entire goal in life was supposed to. Both of the boys screamed and quickly got to their feet, only to stumble once they realized how drunk they really were.

Jason quickly swung at the backs of their knees, slamming them just hard enough so they couldn’t movie anymore, but not enough to kill them just yet. The boys screamed in pain and dropped to the ground, blood soaking the ground behind them. Jason quickly made work with the two girls, first slashing off their hands at the wrist to wake them up. The girls screamed the minute the blade sliced into their flesh and looked at the two boys for help. The boys quickly tried to scramble away, but they realized that doing so stretched their wounds open. They roared in pain and fell on their sides, watching in horror as Jason tortured the girls, slicing their stomach and revealing their entrails. One of the boys managed to turn away and empty his stomach on the ground, shaking like a leaf. The other boy was screaming at the top of his lungs at Jason.

“STOP IT, PLEASE! JUST STOP IT NOW!” Jason paid no attention to him. He had to make this kill count. He wanted that boy to regret ever coming here, but also regret even looking at his girl.

Jason decided the end the girl’s lives by slashing their jugulars. Doing so made their necks explode with blood and it caused it to coat everything around them, including Jason’s glove sand machete. He grinned evilly as the life quickly sapped away from them and their eyes lost the little life they had left. He then turned to the boys. The boy who vomited was trying to crawl away from him, whimpering and trembling.

Jason almost had to let out a laugh. He can’t be serious! Did he really think he could get away from THE Jason Voorhees? He was about to prove that no one could.

Jason grabbed the boy by his sandy hair and dragged him to the other boy. Jason shoved the boy’s face in front of his and forced him to look.

Jason pulled out his machete again and shoved it into the boy’s side. Both boys screamed, one in fear and one in utter pain. Jason twisted the blade completely around inside the boy and plunged it out and in, as if he was using a plunger. The boy thrashed and screamed, his hair snapping off his head from Jason’s grip.

“PLEASE, PLEASE JUST STOP! DON’T KILL HIM, PLEASE!” Jason shot his glare straight at the boy, pure and utter anger coursing through him.

How DARE he try to plead now. There was no turning back from his fate the minute he touched-no, looked at Destiny. And after what he said about her…

“She was like a fu-Ckin’ nun or somethin’! GOD, how much fun would it’a been to bang her all nigh’, huh?”

…Yeah, he was definitely going to suffer now.
Jason smirked at his fear-stricken face. This could have all been avoided, couldn’t it? His attention went straight back to the other boy, who had now lost the ability to scream. His eyes were half-dead by now. Jason roughly wrenched the machete out of his side and caused a painful whimper to come out of his throat. Jason’s lap was now covered in blood. He decided it was time to end this, or at least end this boy’s pain.

He was sure he couldn’t feel anything anyway.

So Jason decided to chuck his body into the fire.

This brought back some life from the boy as he let out cries and whimpers of pain, struggling to get out. The other boy had screamed in shock as his friend burned to death and tried to crawl away as well. He must have forgotten that the backs of his knees were slashed, since this caused the wounds to stretch open more and stretch completely around to the sides of his knees. The boy gasped in pain and fell to his side again. Jason grinned and slowly approached him, trying to elect anymore pleas of mercy from the boy.


“P-please…j-just let me go…I-I won’t ever come back…I-I promise…p-please…”

You know I love the prudes…

I love destroyin’ ’em…bangin’ their tight little-”
Jason grabbed the boy’s arm roughly and dragged him toward the fire. He shoved his arm completely in the fire. The boy screamed in pain and tried to wrench free, only to have his knees stabbed by the machete. The boy’s life started sapping away slowly, but Jason wasn’t done yet. He didn’t stab one of his knees nearly as hard as the other one, so he assumed that he could still feel below his knee there. So he decided to do something he rarely did, since he knew exactly how painful it was, but he always kept it for a good, hardcore torture just like this one. He truly meant it when he promised that he was going to suffer.