Jason was blinded with a killing rage inside of him and moved towards the entrance in the main building. The door easily gave way to him as he smashed through it shocking the pair of guards at the doorway. Grabbing a wood splintered from the door he slammed it into the man’s throat sticking him to the doorway.
The music shut off as the party-goers went quiet with murmurings as they tried to determine what had made the loud noise they had heard. They didn’t have to wait long as Jason made his appearance to start his own kind of party. His machete swung hard and fast severing limbs, slicing open grievous wounds, and ending lives. Terrified screams filled the air followed shortly by wild gunfire. Bullets slammed into the killer but just about as often they found a home in the bodies of party guests as they continued through the rotted flesh of Jason into the flesh of the living.
Even his undead endurance was starting to fade as the toll of all the damage he was taking took hold and he dropped to the ground among the over a dozen victims he had created. The firing continued but he no longer heard it. The blasting had destroyed his hearing as soon his entire head was blown apart by the shotgun of one of the guests. There wasn’t enough of the body of Jason Voorhees left to make a proper trophy. Jason didn’t know who had been slain and he would never know of the fate of Elise and never return to his Mother’s shrine for this was
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