Jason Voorhees vs Dominic Toretto

Dom's sister and his girlfriend Letty visit this secluded area during the fall to escape the busy nature of the city they're in. The first half of their week long getaway proves worth it as the quiet landscape and alluring sound of streaming water fills the camp. The summer camp itself was not planned, no. The desire to get away and simply head in a different direction until they felt content however, was. That lead them here. Not a soul was in sight here at Crystal Lake, so their intrigue in this wholesome and welcoming set of cabins only piqued even higher. This would be there last stop.

On both their travels and their physical movement -- Dom notices through the GPS coordinates that not only has their marker ceased, but it had been idle for days following their adventure cap -- this tour of a hidden gem, that of mountainous beauty, was stifled by a shape of a massive and curved piece of metal. That's what Mia and Letty last saw.... As the all purpose cutting tool cleaved into their peripheral and completely obscured their vision, before the one wielding it un-apologetically lodged the blade so far into the skull and spines of his victims, only the handle, stained by blood and years of wear, was visible in the grip of his undead hand. A long dead resident, the hockey masked murderer, the one responsible for every single drop of blood that lie on these grounds, a brute of a revenant, Jason Voorhees, The camp's only mainstay fixture besides the nearly century old buildings and the signs promoting it.

Dom sees to it that he will investigate the occurrence. As they seemingly haven't moved nor have they responded with a "we're safe", or "we're good". The marker begins to move as his trip heads into the last few hours. It move slightly but it is moving... it's moving into the blue. A mishap with the technology he hopes, or something very bad has happened. He was already speeding to the location all the while wondering why the hell they went so far out and how he wishes he could be there already. The soil from Camp Crystal Lake is once again interrupted as a black dart, even darker than the night itself, jets through the long abandon trails of Camp Crystal Lake. The roaring engine continues to sound off and newly installed headlights continue to give aid to Dom's tunnel vision through the thick brush and ever fading road that's paving his way.

An ominous yellow and somehow unsettling wooden plank hovers above the ground. It demands Toretto's attention as he comes to a complete and nearly abrupt stop. Dom feels a sense of overwhelming dread as his spatial awareness and observant capabilities are plucked into action. Dom, a ruthless badass and determined family protector, now finds himself on the verge of despair with increasing doubt that he will ever find his sibling, Mia, and his long time girlfriend, Letty.

His hands remain clutching the wheel as his eyes motion from right to left with an uncomfortable curiousoty. An ajar door occupies a few moments of his attention as the right side of his windshield offers him a view of said door with broken hinges and red liquid spilled all over it. It swayed back and forth in the little breeze that was there that night. It didn't take much for it to respond to force as it was nearly falling off already. Dom continues to leer forward as he spots a hunk of floating steel, much in the shape of a 1971 Interceptor, and is pushed slowly along the downswing of lake and into Dom's view. While on high alert of the odd happenings around him, he leaves the vehicle while equipping his battle tested wrenches (you never know what's out there) and beelines toward the water. It was Letty's car, and it was also soon discovered that both Mia and Letty were crumpled piles of unrecognizable flesh at the entrance of the dock. The chance to take it all in and grieve accordingly was cut short almost immediately as the woods began to stir behind him. His headlights still lit up the horrid scene before him but also illuminated the surrounding environment. Dom turned quickly as the sound grew closer, and though the giant trees still provided a natural vale and a cover of darkness for the approaching source, the identity was soon available when the large hulking man in a mask walked intently and without hesitation at the car. He rips the door off with intrigue as to how it got there, before Dom yells in desperation and unbridled anger. The shadowy man stops his searching and walks closer to an enraged Toretto.

The killer from Friday the 13th reveals himself and his machete glistens in the Charger's lights. Scruff marks indicate very long usage and are patterned all over the machete; chipped away steel that had hung up and caught itself on either Mia or Letty's head supported a piece of fragmented skull, torn skin and matted hair as the strands wrapped around and clung to the upper edge of the blade and noticeable to even Dom as Jason's right handed dominance held it in the vehicle's almost blinding light; an unknown amount of blood adorn the edges of Jason's tool and currently drip to the ground, letting Dom know that it is still very up to par in terms of destructive capacity.

A stand off ensues as Dom can barely stand still without shaking uncontrollably with contempt for the once bullied turned killer, hulking mass of death standing before him.

The fight's on.