Uber Jason - Stealth Kill 1

As the last live human made her way through the forest, repeatedly glancing at her watch from some reason, he moved out from behind her and positioned himself on a parallel route several yards to her right, drawing even with her. Now he deliberately let her hear a little extra noise as he paced her. Nothing very loud and not all the time, but just enough to maker glance in his direction now and the. She was already uneasy and now he could sense new anxiety waking in her.

The energy in his rebuilt body surged to a higher level, simulated by the prey behavior she was inadvertently starting to exhibit. He made even more noise so she could be absolutely certain that she wasn't alone, but still didn't let her see him.

She slowed down and then came to a stop near a large rotting log and a pair of thorny bushes that had grown together and were slowly strangling each other.

"Mara?" she called weakly. He crouched, remaining completely motionless.

"Mara?" she said again, a little louder. Then, with more confidence: "Sawyer, if this is you testing me to see how steady my nerves are, you're only proving what an asshole you are."

He put his hand around the slender trunk of something he had once known as a birch tree and shook it.

"What's that supposed to mean? You admit it?"

He heard her take a step toward him and then stop.

"Well>"

He found a small stone and tossed it high enough so that she could see where it had come from, but without much force, so that it landed roughly halfway between them.

"If that was for me, you've got a lousy aim."

He held still again and finally she started toward him.

"Sawyer, I don't know what you're doing, or what you think  you're doing, but you're really getting on my nerves now. Just because we spend a few nights together now and then doesn't mean I'm not going to tell you when you're behaving like a -"

He stood up scant moments before she would have tripped over him.

Immediately, her face contorted as she opened her mouth to scream, but he had already grabbed a fistful of hair at the top of her head with one hand while he swung the machete with the other. The stroke was so powerful and the blade so razor-sharp that it went through her neck without otherwise disturbing her. She didn't scream or fall or even move.

It was a rare moment of genuine surprise for him. He stood still clutching her hair and staring at her face, which wasn't quite as contorted as it had been. Now there seemed to be a faint glimmer of bewilderment in her eyes along with terror.

All at once there was a strangely airy, bubbling rasp as she let out a breath; the sound came not from her lips, however, but from the center point of the very thing red line marking the path the machete had taken through her neck. The line thickened as blood welled up out of it and began to trickle down toward her collarbone. Then a little more air expelled from her windpipe and the rasp became a gurgle. Bubbles appeared in the line of blood on her neckline.

The expression on her face faded slightly, although an observer might have read something like despair in her slackening mouth and heavy-lidded eyes. Jason Voorhees had no words for what he saw, even in has enhanced state, but is was what he wanted to see. He yanked upward on her hair, lifting her head up off the stem of her neck.

Some physical quirk, a dying twitch of muscle perhaps, caused her eyes to look down sharply, as if she were actually still conscious enough to register shock at what he had done. He waited for her headless corpse to topple over or crumple to the ground but the muscle spasms had taken control of her death. Her body stayed upright, not swaying even a little, as if it had been planted in front of him like a tree.

Or as if the body were clinging to some residual life left inside of it to remain standing as a way of defying him. Suddenly furious, he swung the machete again, slicing through the waste and severing most of the forearms. The upper torso fell away immediately but the lower body stood for all of a second before it finally fell to the ground.

He looked at the head dangling from his fist. All color had left the face and the gray lisps sagged shapelessly. There didn't seem to be any large branches around that he could use as a pike but he didn't go to any real trouble to search. There was no longer any point. She had been the last of the live humans in the forest. The rest of the life he sensed was elsewhere.

His work here was done. He tossed the head over his shoulder and moved on.

Jason X: The Experiment Pages 77-80