Uber Jason - Strength 22

When the guy didn't answer, Crully lifted the assault laser he had snagged down below loaded with ten clips. Each clip held one atomic pellet that would lodge inside whoever it struck, burst open, and clean out those insides like a nuclear explosion limited to one.

Every guy in the room raised one of the weapons he had snatched at the same time, so it became a face-off, roughly fifty to one. The asshole in the doorway didn't have any weapons on him, but he didn't even flinch.

"Get your ass in her, mutherfucker!"

Still no response. Then, suddenly, this Jason guy stomped into the room. Crully and everybody else saw the big knife or whatever in his hand, and some of the guys laughed. Firepower! That's where it was at, no old-fashioned metal. At least the guy had the sense to know that and was obeying Crully.

Jason kept moving directly toward Crully, who said, "That's far enough!" but the guy kept coming. "Stop, or you're a dead fucker!" He kept coming.

Crully pulled the trigger and blasted him with one round that hit the metal chest plate and bounced off. The atom bullets were not as hard as other bullets because they had to be eroded from within the shell- that was one of their draw backs- but once they lodged inside a victim they were a hundred times as powerful as anything else.

The bullet bounced onto the floor. It started to flow red. "Fuck!" somebody yelled, and the guys began to scatter, some running to the stairs that went down, others running to the ones that headed up. Crully would have tun too, but when he turned, Jason had him. The big fucker swung that knife like a crazy man, the blade hacking at guys as they raced past, lopping off heads, arms, cutting through the middle, down the middle, up from the middle, cross ways and catty-corner.

Blood began spurting through the air in all directions, and the room filled with the sound of guys screaming. Crully's back was to Jason because he'd turned to run back to the stairs going down, but that massive paw had caught him by the seat of his pants and hauled him backwards.

He struggled to get another weapon out, one that would fire fast and repeatedly, not like the damned atom assault laser that needed too much time to reload, and which he dropped to the floor as useless.

His movements got his arm chopped off at the elbow. Blood gushed out of him as he struggled to get away, and he clamped his other hand over the wound, but the iron grip they guy had on him couldn't be loosened.

Crully let go of his wounded elbow so he could pull out a small handheld laser with his left hand, his only hand, but he couldn't get turned around enough to fire, so he shot under his severed arm. His body twisted at the last second and he hit his own armpit, sending a blast of searing laser from his underarm to his back, and he screamed.

Most of they guys had scattered, and the three who remained to "help" him suddenly ran for their lives. Jason caught them, sticking them through the chest, the groin, the eyeball; everywhere he could stick them with that impossibly sharp quadruple-size knife.

Despite the excruciating pain, Crully tried again, with a shaking had, to shoot the laser behind him, but the beam went wild around the room.

Danny, still standing, his eyes wild with feat, fired a direct hit at Jason at about face level. Surely some of that firepower would hit the eyes behind the mask, Crully thought. It should stop the bastard. It should lessen his grip.

And it did. For about two seconds. It was enough time for CRully to spin himself around to face this demon. As he spun, he pointed the laser at where he hoped the eyes would be, and was immediately mesmerized by the sight of something very strange. It was like there was some kind of mechanism inside Jason that was repairing the damage to his eyes even as Crully watched.

But he didn't watch for long. He pointed to fight.

The blade, as if by instinct, chopped off his other arm, With his finger on the trigger, the laser beam flashed around the room as it fell to the ground.

	Jason X: To the Third Power - Pages 283-286