Tommy Jarvis looked up from his shotgun. His weathered eyes were heavy with exhaustion and a lifetime of trauma.
"Kid. If I were you, I'd leave. Now. Run as far as you can. Crystal Lake isn't the paradise the internet says it is."
He glanced at Madison and Maria standing behind Rollin, his gaze darkening.
"Especially for people like you."
"There is an immortal evil sealed here. A restless spirit. He could appear anywhere, anytime."
"Trust me. You do not want to meet Him."
Rollin noticed the capitalization in Tommy's tone. When he said "He," it wasn't just a pronoun. It was a title. It carried a mix of hatred and primal fear, reserved for gods or demons.
Even the God of War, Tommy Jarvis, fears Jason?
"Weird old man." Madison scoffed. She was fearless—or perhaps just arrogant. "Even an eight-year-old wouldn't believe that campfire story."
Tommy smiled grimly. "Of course children aren't afraid. He doesn't hurt children. He waits for them to grow up. Then he harvests them one by one."
Maria shivered. A sudden chill wrapped around her spine.
A voice in her head screamed: RUN!
It wasn't intuition. It was Airam.
For the first time, Airam was speaking to her without a mirror.
"Rollin... Madison... maybe we should go somewhere else?" Maria tugged at Rollin's sleeve, her voice trembling. "I don't feel good. I'm dizzy."
Her pale face flushed slightly with the lie.
Rollin looked at her. He instinctively checked her status panel.
After registering them as Anomaly Targets, he could not only edit their stats but also copy their abilities into his own arsenal.
Maria: Provided a passive ability called [Dark Persona].Effect: Summons a rational, cold-blooded alter ego (Airam). grants immunity to most mental attacks and unlocks 100% of the body's physical potential during crises.Madison: Provided [Telekinesis] (Active Skill) and [Witch Bloodline] (Passive Talent).Effect: Neither required a Skill Slot. They were integrated as biological instincts. Rollin now possessed high-tier magical aptitude equivalent to a Supreme Witch candidate from the American Horror Story universe.
In the Coven timeline, Madison's raw power was so immense that Fiona Goode (the reigning Supreme) killed her out of fear before the "Seven Wonders" test could even begin.
Now, Rollin had that potential. He could master resurrection, pyrokinesis, transmutation, and teleportation—abilities that were considered "broken" even by Marvel standards.
He scanned Maria. Her vitals were fine. She wasn't sick; she was scared.
But then, a blip on his 3D radar caught his attention.
A massive Red Dot had entered the 700-meter perimeter.
Rollin shifted his mental camera to the location.
What he saw made his breath hitch.
A hulking figure, half-flesh, half-cybernetic steel. He wore the iconic hockey mask, now sleek and metallic. In his hand was a machete that looked more like a sci-fi cleaver.
[Anomaly Target Detected: Jason Voorhees (Uber-Jason/Jason X form).]
[Reward: +100 Anomaly Points.]
"Uber-Jason?!"
Rollin's eyebrow twitched. Good lord. We skipped the zombie phase and went straight to the endgame boss?
This Jason was fast. His walking speed covered twice the ground of a normal human.
And he could teleport.
Not just move fast—literal horror-movie teleportation. The ability to appear behind you the moment you looked away.
"Damn it! Go! NOW!"
Tommy suddenly snapped. He became agitated, his eyes darting around the woods like a hunted animal.
"I can feel Him. I know it. He's back!"
"He is here!"
Maria looked confused, but Madison was getting annoyed. "Can you speak English? I hate riddlers!"
Tommy didn't answer. His gaze hardened into the thousand-yard stare of a veteran soldier.
"It's Jason. An evil spirit," Rollin answered for him, keeping his eyes on the radar. "Tommy. How many times has Jason resurrected?"
Tommy looked at Rollin in surprise, then hesitated. "Since I killed Him the first time at ten years old... at least ten times."
"And... I suspect someone is resurrecting Him on purpose."
"I've camped here for ten years trying to find the people pulling the strings. But they have resources. They draw me away, then harvest Jason's data."
Rollin's expression turned serious.
He didn't fear an evolving monster. He feared the arrogance of humans trying to weaponize it. Those scenarios always ended with the monster becoming unstoppable.
In the time it took to speak, Jason had reached the camp's edge.
A couple was getting intimate in a nearby thicket.
"Oh~ Carl! We have eighteen condoms left! Faster!"
"Kelly, I'm coming... Oh shit! Hey asshole! Can't you see we're busy?"
"Carl, ignore the creep! Keep going! Fuck me!"
"No... I can't. My little brother is scared. Come on, buddy! Get up! Damn it! I think I have ED now!"
"Fine! If you can't do it, you be the bottom, I'll be the top... AHHHHH!!!"
"MURDER!!!"
"HELP!"
The camp exploded into chaos. Screams tore through the air.
Jason walked out of the bushes, covered in fresh blood. A gym bro tried to tackle him; Jason decapitated him with a casual backhand slap.
"Stay here. Don't move. I'll be right back."
Rollin turned to the girls.
Madison wanted to fight, but Rollin knew better. Without formal training at Miss Robichaux's Academy, her raw telekinesis wouldn't scratch Uber-Jason. Even Tina Shepard (the telekinetic girl from Friday the 13th Part VII) couldn't kill Zombie Jason permanently.
Madison bit her lip but nodded.
Maria wanted to speak, but her eyes were drawn to Rollin's right hand.
Chirpwirpwirp!
Arcs of blue electricity danced wildly across his palm like chaotic snakes.
Rollin clenched his fist. The chaotic arcs snapped inward, compressed by sheer will.
The low hum vanished for a split second, replaced by a high-pitched, piercing shriek. It sounded like a thousand birds screaming in unison.
Madison gasped. Another power?
How many spells does he know?
"This... this is..."
Maria's worldview shattered completely. Her best friend wasn't just a guy. He was a superhero.
"Chidori."
Rollin raised his hand. The violent lightning was contained in a sphere of destruction, glowing with enough intensity to tear through steel.
The blinding blue light distracted everyone. Even Jason, the relentless killing machine, paused to look at the glow.
The red light behind his mask dimmed for a second.
Flash.
Rollin vanished.
Jason blinked (metaphorically). He saw Tommy and the girls staring past him.
Behind me!
BOOM!!