Scooter hold

"Start, start, start, start, start..."

Which was as close to praying as Linderman had come since kindergarten.

Vroooooommm!!

Yes! The goddamn little bastard scooter was engaged. Linderman gunned the throttle and got... nowhere. Why wasn't he moving? Dirt was being kicked up by his wheels.

Linderman looked back.

Jason was holding the end of the scooter with just one hand. In his other hand, he held the machete.

Very slowly, very deliberately, Jason lifted the machete in a sweeping arc until it was poised high over Linderman's head and neck.
Linderman was frozen in time, his engine revving with insufficient power, his body surging forward over the handlebars, trying to force the bike forward, but going nowhere—held by Jason, and rocking like some cheap plastic action figure with fu'cked batteries.

It was useless.

Linderman closed his eyes. Calm. Okay, so he was the guy in the red shirt who didn't make it to the end of the episode. So what? You can't make an omelet without breaking eggs.

Unexpectedly feeling a wisdom beyond his years, and way beyond his self-perception as school geek, Linderman closed his eyes even tighter and braced himself for the storm.

"I regret nothing," he whispered.

Any moment now...

Whammm!

What the hell was that?

No pain. No blood, just that massive dull thud.

The back of Linderman's scooter fell away, pitching Linderman forward. But he managed to keep enough footing to stand up and see that Will had reversed the van straight into Jason, knocking the crazy fu'cker to the ground.

   Freddy vs Jason Novel, chapter 9