Age

Chapter 4
Part 4

Chapter Description: A different battle takes place....

While Tom was engaged with the creature in a physical battle, a mental one was also taking place.

Tom quickly looked around. He was in a dark place. He didn’t see any sign of the creature anywhere. Tom scratched his head.

“Where’d it go?”

Tom was looking down a long hallway. The walls were cracked and decaying. The paintings were of twisted things such as demons and depictions of suffering. A figure appeared at the end.

Tom couldn’t see it clearly. The dim lighting didn’t allow him to perceive the details.

“Hello? Who’s there?” Tom asked cautiously. Foolishly, he began to approach the figure. That’s when the hallway was filled with bright light. Tom could clearly see the figure now. It held a machete in its hand.

“It’s.....it’s.....it’s....” Tom stuttered. “Jason.”

Jason was walking toward s him now. His hockey mask looked much like the walls, cracked and decayed. Tom felt for his gun, but couldn’t find it. Jason was coming closer.

“Stop where you are Jason!” Tom yelled. He felt like he was in a Friday the 13th movie. Those movies had always freaked him out. He knew he wasn’t gonna get out of this.

Tom attempted to move backward, but only ran into a wall. Jason was only ten yards away.

Tom swore. He was beginning to panic. Jason was within attack range. He raised his machete.

Tom, being a survivalist, dove to the side of Jason and started running. Jason seemed to switch to hunt mode and began following Tom, matching his pace.

Tom turned at the corner. He looked back and saw Jason hot on his trail. Tom looked forward again. There wasn’t a way out. Tom stopped at the wall and turned around. Jason was walking again. Tom was trapped.

“Get away! Get away, damn you!” Tom shrieked. He was in pure terror now. Jason grabbed Tom by the neck and held him up against the wall. To Tom’s horror, a blue gas began to emit from the holes in Jason’s hockey mask. They entered Tom’s nostrils and still screaming mouth. Tom felt himself shrinking in Jason’s hand. Jason switched his grip and was now holding Tom’s torso. Tom kept shrinking until he was small enough for Jason to cradle. He stopped shrinking.

Tom found his screams had turned into an infant’s cries. The last thing he saw before blacking out was looking up at Jason’s huge, dark, evil face.