Godzilla vs. Jason

[Peakius Baragonius]

Hello, everyone! This story was inspired by a discussion/argument I had with a few friends of mine (all of whom appear within) about who would win between the two, assuming Godzilla was shrunken down to human size. Enjoy!

Godzilla vs. Jason (Abbreviation: GvJ)
By Christopher Brown

Amy screamed at the sight of the masked man in front of her.
The man in the mask threw back his head and laughed in triumph.
“Oh, stop it Paul,” Amy said, pushing her boyfriend away.
“Sorry,” Paul amended, as he removed the fake hockey mask he’d used to scare his girlfriend, “Couldn’t resist. I mean, we’re obviously characters who are going to be killed off later in the story, so you might as well have some fun before you go.”
Amy, Paul, and a number of their mostly friends had traveled up to Camp Crystal Lake to spend an undisclosed amount of time there. However, looking at them from a distance, one wouldn’t have guessed that they were there for anything but sex and booze (though they had also planned for plenty of those on the trip).
“If you guys are done fooling around,” said Olivia, as she came up behind him, “we should prepare ourselves.”
And so Olivia, Paul, Amy, Tom, Joe, Bob, Joe, Jeff, Frank, Sue, Jeremy, Bob, Dick and Henry reached into their bags and pulled out their supplies. Afterwards, each of them settled into the cabin and took turns taking walks around the preliminaries of their makeshift lodgings. Tom went out to join Bob No. 1, Bob No. 2, and Sue, who hadn’t come back yet.
“Be careful out there,” Olivia told Tom as he walked out the door.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, tenderly kissing her on the cheek. “I will.”

Bob and Sue lay making out in one of the smaller shacks.
“Do you think we should be doing this right now?” Sue asked hesitantly in between a kiss.
“Nah,” Bob replied, “we’re not even supposed to think! Hey, do you want to get high before we go the full mile?”
Sadly, Sue never had a chance to answer, smoke crack, or have sex again, and neither did Bob, for at that moment a machete came down and cleaved them both in half.

Bob had gone on one of the hiking trails, and was only just reemerging when he saw Bob’s and Sue’s bodies lying on the ground several yards away.
“Aw, man,” he muttered, before he was gutted from behind.

And so Tom went, whistling as he circled the camp, passing the rather emaciated-looking climbing wall, the archery targets, and finally the canoe shack before turning back towards the cabin where he and his friends were camped out.
Suddenly, Tom heard a rustling sound to his rear left. He froze in mid-whistle, listening intensely. All was silent.
“So, you’ve finally shown yourself,” Tom said softly.
With the fury and speed of a pack animal, Jason Voorhees bounded out of the bushes where he had been hiding, his machete pointing straight at Tom’s head.
“’Bout time,” Tom said as he withdrew a flare gun from his belt, aimed it at Jason, and fired.
The flare exploded in a shower of light, flinging Jason backwards through midair. “HE’S HERE!!!” Tom shouted.

Upon seeing the flare and hearing her boyfriend’s cry, Olivia leapt up, grabbed as many weapons as she could, and prepared to bound out the door. “Okay,” she said frenetically, “you guys all know the plan?”
“Yep,” replied Amy.
“We kill that #%@&!$ once and for all!” Jeremy exclaimed.
“Let’ send Jason back to hell where he belongs!” cried Frank. There were cries of agreement.
“Um, yeah, sure,” said Jeff, with more than a hint of nervousness in his voice.
“Then let’s move out!” Olivia raised her fist high in the air as she turned and ran out the door, careful not to drop any homemade explosives. She was followed by Amy, Jeremy, Paul, Jeff, and Henry while Joe, Dick, Joe, and Frank stood guard in the cabin, as per Olivia’s plan. (Keeping track of all of that? Good!)

Enraged, Jason leapt up and grabbed his machete. He charged at Tom, swinging his blade in a wide arc so that Tom could not dodge around him. Tom threw himself backwards out of the blade’s range. He rolled to the side just as Jason lunged and brought the machete down where the teen had been seconds before. Tom leapt to his feet and ran towards a clearing, Jason mere feet behind him.
“Jason!” A voice called. Jason stopped and turned toward the source of the sound, just as an arrow plunged into his chest.
“Remember me, creep?” Olivia asked, as she launched another arrow from her bow and again hit her target.
Jason did in fact remember Olivia. She had been the only survivor of a group of teens he had slaughtered a few months back, a group that had included her best friends and sister. She had fought him off long enough to escape, though she was deeply traumatized by the events. She had failed to avenge her friends that day, but Jason had also failed to kill her – a fact which would give him even more pleasure when her internal organs were scattered on the ground.
Jason hurled his machete at her as he charged, but Olivia sidestepped it and dropped her bow. As she lit a match, a familiar scent entered Jason’s nostrils. Had he not been so set on killing Olivia, he might have retreated, but by the time he realized that he had fallen into a trap and Olivia threw the match into the pool of gasoline he had just ran into, it was too late.
Jason let out a silent scream as he burst into flames. “NOW!” cried Olivia, and Tom and the others jumped out of their positions behind a tree, threw the explosive-laced net they were carrying over Jason, and dived for cover.
By the time the explosions subsided, Jason had disappeared into the flames. “Did – did we kill him?” Jeff stammered.
“You can never be too sure with that maniac,” Tom said as he came over. Olivia ran and embraced him.
After the group had put out the fire, they found that Jason had indeed disappeared. Olivia was worried as she commanded “Everyone – spread out. We can’t let him get away now!”
* * *
Jason emerged from the lake water with a gasp. Having made his way there under the cover of the explosions, he had doused the flames that enveloped his body, but the mind-numbing pain that came with it remained.
The cool, relaxing lake water did little to stem Jason’s fury. While his charred flesh was already healing, his anger at being outsmarted and violated by the scum he had been hunting only grew with each passing moment.
Jason calmed himself so that his rage would not supersede his judgment. The girl and her friends may have been clever, but then so could he be.
They would be hunting him, moving farther away from their HQ in the process. And as they did so, he would move between them to reach the center of their operations.

Olivia, and the others Tom, Jeremy, Henry, Jeff, Amy, and Paul combed the woods, with Jeremy, Henry, and Jeff searching the north end and Tom, Amy, and Paul heading south, each remaining within 10 meters of one another. Each carried a walkie-talkie, which they used to maintain a constant link with each other and with the cabin.
“I don’t know about this, man,” Jeff half-whispered to Henry, who had paired up with him in the search. “So many people have tried to kill this guy it isn’t funny. How are we supposed to do any better?”
“For one thing, we have coordination,” Henry replied, “which is something Jason hasn’t really encountered before from guys like us.”
“Yeah, but has Olivia thought about what we’re doing? She could get us all killed!”
Henry gritted his teeth. “I can’t deny you have a point, but it will be easier for him to kill us if we panic.”
Suddenly, screams filled their walkie-talkies. “It’s Jason! He’s at the cabi – aaaargh!!!” Joe cried over the transmission. Then the comm went silent.

The scream was what woke Godzilla up.
The King of the Monsters had been drifting on the river, allowing the cool water to lap over and cleanse his weary body. He was unused to being able to enter such tiny rivers, but at his reduced size it was not too different from, say, swimming in the Mississippi.
Godzilla had been shrunken by a mad scientist, Dr. E. Ville, and captured by the mad doctor’s secret organization. Godzilla had escaped from his containment and, with the help of the military whose attention was attracted, brought the entire base down in flames. As the military dealt with the surviving henchpeople, Godzilla had slipped away, desiring peace and quiet before he began his quest to regain his former size.
But even before he had heard the scream, Godzilla’s peace and quiet had been disturbed. The forest had been soothing and harmonious, but now Godzilla sensed something evil in the vicinity, corrupting this beautiful place like poison. Godzilla did not like it, and he disliked it even more when he heard the scream – proving to him that this was no idle evil force, existing merely on the edge of his instincts.
Beings were suffering because of its presence. While Godzilla had not always seen eye to eye with humans, while he had trashed their cities, destroyed their weapons, and cost them more lives than he had wished to over the years, Godzilla felt a strange devotion to protecting the humans. He had come to see that they were still learning, still growing, and that there was still much potential for them to grow. They were nature’s children, living on Godzilla’s territory. And right now, something was intruding on it.
Abruptly, Godzilla stirred and changed directions, swimming purposefully up the river.

Jason had burst through the wall.
Everyone in the cabin was dead, their blood spattered everywhere. Leaving the blood-stained axe he had used to kill Dick, Joe, Frank, and Joe by their bodies, Jason leapt and climbed into a tree with thick growth on it. His trap set, Jason remained absolutely silent, waiting for Olivia and the others to spring it…
…and sure enough, they came. As they looked into the cabin in shock and horror, Jason withdrew his freshly retrieved machete. Grinning silently and evilly, he dropped towards the hapless teens below.
Jeff looked up, screamed, and ran off into the woods.

The three students examined the spooky forest that surrounded them. “Well here we are, Camp Crystal Lake,” I said theatrically.
“Um, Chris, why are we here?” Grayson Hadlock asked me.
“Well, to see Godzilla and Jason fight, of course!” I replied cheerfully.
Matthew Foreman looked around. “Yeah, but how did we get here?”
“It’s fiction! We can go anywhere.” I answered.
“Umm…okay. Are you sure this was a good idea?”
I frowned. “No actually. If we get caught up in the thick of the action, then Jason could come after us and we’d be in trouble. My money’s on Godzilla, by the way.”
“Puh-lease. Jason will kick his butt and then we’re all screwed,” Grayson said.
“Well then, we’d better hope Godzilla wins and get the heck out of here if he doesn’t,” I decided.
A moment passed in silence. “Well, are we going to just stand here for the rest of the story?” Matthew asked sarcastically.
“Um, no,” I said, not really sure what to do next. “Let’s go, then.”
Just then, a muffled scream floated through the woods to our ears. We stood in surprised silence, before cautiously taking a route around the area of the scream, so that we could observe from a considerable distance.
“Um, you guys aren’t scared, are you?” Matthew asked as coolly as possible.
“No,” Grayson and I lied.
“Should have brought my hunting rifle,” Grayson muttered as we went.

Godzilla had emerged from the river to discover a trail of uniformed bodies leading right to his quarry. No wonder the area had been so quiet; in Godzilla’s experience, areas with evil forces and monsters such as himself tended to attract humans with guns, large or small. Whatever evil lurked in these woods was clever and determined indeed to remove such obstacles beforehand, but Godzilla did not intend to suffer the same fate as these poor soldiers (he assumed that was what they were).
Godzilla moved along as quietly as possible, eyes and ears open. In his mind, he recalled the days long ago, when he hunted the prehistoric forests for food; he would pick up a scent and move towards it, as stealthily as he could manage, ever on the alert for the slightest trace of…
…movement.
Something was coming.
He could here it, in the crackling of branches and leaves, and he could smell it and taste it; it smelled of blood, not literally, but figuratively. Godzilla tensed, waiting to attack if need be, as something came running out of the bushes –
– A human. Young, not yet an adult, and scared out of his mind. Seeing Godzilla probably didn’t help matters much.
The teenager screamed as he nearly ran into Godzilla. Godzilla snarled at him to keep silent, or the evil being would be alerted to their presence, if it did not know already. The teen took this the wrong way – Godzilla expected as much – and began to scramble back into the shadows, but Godzilla was faster. With a speed that belied his bulk, he cornered the teen, who backed away in fear. Godzilla roared gently to show that he meant no harm, but the human barely heard it. He was crying, Godzilla realized, and murmuring beneath choked sobs. “Olivia, Tom, Amy, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Jeremy, Paul, I’m sorry! Henry!”
Godzilla recognized the actions of a being who thought it was about to die. Growling softly, Godzilla came over and nudged him to get up.
Eventually, the human said, “If you’re going to kill me, you might as well get it over with!”
Godzilla stared at him flatly and patiently.
“So…you’re not trying to eat me?”
Godzilla grunted melodically, as though rolling his eyes.
“Can you…understand me?”
No, Godzilla couldn’t speak human, but he was adept as sensing emotions and the meaning in vocal expressions. He let out another grunt, which the human could take either way.
“What are – yaaahh!” Jeff cried out as he saw a policeman’s corpse nearby.
Godzilla stepped back as Jeff leapt up, spotting more of the dead officers in the surrounding woods, concealed by the shadows. “Jason did it, didn’t he? He killed all the cops around here! No wonder the place seemed so deserted!”
Abruptly, Jeff burst into tears again. “Now I’m alone! I left Olivia, Tom, everyone! Jason’s probably killed them all by now! I don’t even know if you can understand me, and it’s too late to go back now!”
No, Godzilla thought, the situation was not hopeless. Not while he still lived. Roaring at Jeff to follow, Godzilla took off into the woods.

Matthew, Grayson, and I walked along, the woods seeming to close in around us. Suddenly, I stopped, Matthew and Grayson nearly bumping into me.
“Shhhh,” I whispered.
“What is it?” Matthew asked.
“Something’s nearby,” I said, quiet as a mouse. “Do you feel something wrong?”
Matthew and Grayson never had the chance to answer, because a rotting, skeletal corpse dropped down from the trees to face us, its mouth flung open in a ghastly scream.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” The three of us shrieked. We all stumbled back, which is when we realized that the body was held up by bungee cords; it had been placed there intentionally, and triggered by our approach.
Our relief at the false nature of the threat gave way to our realization of the danger we were in. Jason must have put the body there as a sort of demented security alarm to scare trespassers into screaming, thereby revealing their presence. If Jason didn’t know we were here before, he did now.
Matthew, Grayson, and I exchanged this information with silent glances as we got to our feet. We made our way away from the withered body as fast as we could without making too much noise. Only the soft crumpling of leaves gave away our presence.
Our path led us back to the trail, at which point I heard a noise the sound of heavy breathing, seemingly right next to us.
The noise vanished abruptly as I turned my head in alarm. “Wait, you guys hear that?”
“Hear what?” Grayson whispered.
“That breathing sound,” I whispered back.
“That’s you, Chris,” Matthew sighed.
“Oh. Okay,” I whispered flippantly, and turned to face forward. Jason was there, about ten feet away from us on the path up ahead.
We saw him. And he saw us.
And he drew his machete.
“Scatter,” Grayson commanded, and we took off running.
We flew through the woods, as fast as our legs would carry us, in roughly three different directions, yet Jason seemed to move after us in all of them. I felt afraid, yet at the same time I couldn’t quite comprehend the horrifying extent of the danger my life was in (by that time, my self-preservation instincts had taken over, and while I am somewhat ashamed to admit it, at that moment I cared little for anyone’s safety but my own). Perhaps this was because my brain recognized that my horror would prevent me from running towards safety, which (as mentioned in the rather intrusive parenthetical digression above) was my top priority right then.
Through the trees, I saw lights – presumably from a cabin. My brain processed this information and linked the concept “cabin” with “safety,” and so I began to move towards the lights, pausing only to beckon to Matthew and Grayson to do the same. Not waiting to see if my friends had noticed my signal, I sped towards the cabin in a rush of adrenaline.
I came out of the woods and ran around the two-story cabin, looking for an entrance. I saw that part of the cabin wall had been torn open, and while it meant that Jason would be able to get in after me easily, it meant that I could get in hastily as well. I hardly noticed the mutilated bodies of Paul, Amy, and Jeremy as I rushed towards the entrance, but I stopped short when I saw the carnage inside the cabin. At that point, my squeamishness and sensitivity towards violence overwhelmed my survival mode, and I recoiled around the corner in utter horror and disgust. At that same moment, my brain recalculated its strategy; if I went into the cabin, Jason would be able to find me easily with all the lights on. Also, I finally noticed the eviscerated bodies outside and their own body fluids in a pool around them, and hesitated in my flight from danger for several seconds.
Matthew Foreman came around the corner, saw what I had seen, and groaned as though he was about to vomit. He was tougher than I was when it came to matters of violence and gore in movies, but when faced by such things in reality (or at least, the reality of this story), he was just as sickened as I was.
“We’ve got to move,” Matthew finally said, and I concurred silently. We didn’t know where to go; we were unwilling to enter the butcher’s room of the cabin, but moving farther away from it meant putting ourselves at a greater risk. We both ran around the cabin, towards an area than was less lit, when hands grabbed us from behind.
The figure behind us shooshed us, which seemed rather un-Jason-like. The girl said “This way,” and abruptly pulled us along. I didn’t fully see where we went, but the next thing I knew, we were enveloped in darkness.
We came out in a small room with a sitting area, which appeared to be in/somewhere around the cabin. It held two grey benches and a single unlit incandescent light bulb at the top, surrounded by plastic-coated wire cage. A second tunnel was located on the other side of the room.
“You’re safe here for now,” said the teenager, turning to face us. She was quite beautiful, and Matthew and I raised our eyebrows as she introduced herself. “My name’s Olivia. What are yours?”
“Christopher,” said I.
“Matthew,” said Matthew.
She nodded. My thoughts returned to the third member of our party, striking me with pangs of fear and guilt. My voice wobbled as I said, “There was someone else with us. We don’t know what happened to him. Grayson –”
“– is right here,” Tom said as he pulled Grayson into the room.
Matthew and I exhaled with relief. “You’re alright!”
“I guess,” Grayson said, happy to see us alive but disoriented as to what was going on. He wasn’t alone.
“Who are you guys?” Grayson asked.
Tom and Olivia exchanged a glance. “We and our friends were trying to get rid of Jason, but he…got the drop on us. There are only three of us left,” Olivia explained, her face twitching, “Jason’s killed all the rest…and it’s all my fault.” She lost her composure and broke into tears.
Tom gently put an arm around her to comfort her. “If everyone had been as careful as you were, then they would have made it. It’s not just your fault, and if you had come by yourself, then you would have died for sure. Everyone knew the risks when we signed up.” We looked on in concern and sympathy.
Jus then, a third person (Henry) ran into the room. “Jason’s coming,” he panted, his arm bleeding. “We’ve got to move.”
“Come on, let’s go,” Olivia cried, and we ran through the tunnel opposite the one Henry had come through.
We moved through the darkness until we reemerged on the other side. But before we could go very far, a light on top of a shack turned on, illuminating Jason as he stepped several yards in front of us. Before we could turn and escape in the other direction, he moved toward us, bloodstained machete in hand.

Godzilla and Jeff had arrived several seconds earlier. In that time, Godzilla had taken in the situation and identified his prey, who appeared to be a normal (if slightly large and emaciated looking) human. Godzilla also saw the other humans, whom Jason was about to kill.
Godzilla was already sick of the decay and death that his enemy had caused, and now Jason was about to take more innocent lives. Enough was enough.
Godzilla roared.

Jason turned his head in response to the ear-splitting bellow. Overcoming our shock, we ran out of his reach.
“Godzilla!” I called in greeting. “It’s okay, he’s on our side!” I told Olivia and the others.
Godzilla nodded in greeting at us. Jeff ran up to greet his friends.
“I’m sorry,” Jeff apologized, “I got scared and ran. I thought you guys had died!”
“You came back,” Olivia said, both angry and relieved at the same time, “And you’re alive. That’s what matters.”
“C’mon, we should get moving,” Tom beckoned us. The four older teens ran for cover, and my group did the same.
“We’ve got to get some weapons,” Tom said. “That way, while…Godzilla keeps Jason busy, we can surprise Jason with a sneak attack.
“Good idea,” Olivia nodded, “Let’s get started.” Henry nodded in agreement
“Be careful, Godzilla!” I called back.
Godzilla grunted in acknowledgement, his eyes fixed on his opponent.
Matthew, Grayson, and I took cover behind an overturned crate, providing a good view of what was happening.

Jason and Godzilla stared at each other, sizing each other up. What went through their heads at that moment I can only guess at, because their stares held a message nearly beyond human understanding. The message, as far as it could be understood, was a challenge.
We will fight for influence over this land and for the lives of the humans.
I will fight for my mother’s spirit and for my hatred of humans to remain in control of Crystal Lake, and I will fight to rip apart these stupid, evil counselors as I have all the rest.
I will fight for nature and freedom to retake this forest, as it did before your evil corrupted it, and I will fight to protect these humans – and any other creatures you will try to kill – from your wrath, as they are my subjects and I will not let them die.
So be it, intruder.
Tell me. Behind your fury lies sadness and loneliness. Did the humans cause you pain, too?
Yes. I was one of them, once, but they let me die. And when my mother tried to save others from my fate, they killed her too.
They took away my jungle, the home I had known before my great sleep, and I hated them for what they did. But they are not all bad. I have seen great evil from them, but I have seen much good from them as well. Join me, and together, we can watch over the humans, allow them to develop so that what they did to us will never happen again. Together, we can protect the Earth, the children, and all the humans from monsters who would destroy them, and from their own misdeeds. We can stop them from letting people drown ever again.
No. I will never let my mother down.
Then I’m sorry.
I’m not.
And with that, Jason hurled his machete at Godzilla as though it were a spear.
Godzilla tried to move out of the way, but it was too late. Jason had thrown the machete with such force that it penetrated through his chest and came out near his spinal cord.
Godzilla grunted in shock and fell over, motionless, as blood poured from his wound.
Jason walked over, reveling in drawing first blood and delighted by the horrified reactions from the younger teenagers watching nearby. He was not about to be taken by surprise, however, so he watched Godzilla’s body for signs of movement.
There were none.
Jason lunged, pulled his machete out of Godzilla’s guts, and brought it down on the beast’s head – or he would have, had Godzilla not ceased his game of possum and swung his tail into Jason’s legs with the force of a falling tree, toppling the Camp Blood killer almost instantly.
Jason’s shock was momentary, and he scrambled to his feet as Godzilla did the same. The two charged each other, fire in their eyes. Jason was amazed at Godzilla’s resilience – the beast hardly seemed to notice its theoretically fatal wounds – but he didn’t reckon with Jason’s strength…yet.
Jason slammed a fist into Godzilla’s jaw with all his might, and the Monster King’s eyes widened in shock once more as his jawbones rattled. Jason used the opportunity, pasting Godzilla with a series of fast punches before hacking and slashing with his machete. Finally, Jason aimed a kick at Godzilla’s belly, finally toppling the monster. Not wasting any time, Jason plunged his machete into Godzilla’s stomach, twisting and turning it to cause maximum damage. Godzilla groaned in pain, which Jason added to with a series of kicks. The mass murderer reached down and clamped his spare hand onto Godzilla’s throat, squeezing as hard as he could muster to suffocate his foe. Godzilla fought and struggled, yet his efforts were futile against Jason’s grip.
In reality, Godzilla was saving up his strength for something else.
Summoning some inner energy, the spiky plates running along Godzilla’s spines glowed with blue fire. As Jason looked on in shock, the glow spread to the rest of Godzilla’s body, and finally up the machete, where it flooded onto Jason himself.
Almost immediately, Jason was blasted back by a wall of pure atomic energy. He smashed to the ground several yards away, his skin and clothes smoking.
Godzilla examined his situation as he got up. Jason lay on the ground, recovering from the nuclear blast. Not sparing Jason any time, Godzilla charged.
Godzilla had hurt Jason, badly, and destroyed his trusted machete with his strange energy attack. Jason would hurt him back. Ignoring his pain, he got up and charged.
The two collided like thunder and lightning. Jason was put slightly off balance by Godzilla’s weight, and the Big G pressed his advantage, slashing and drawing blood with his claws. Jason (his jacket now shredded with claw marks) shifted his weight flew at Godzilla, headbutting him. Both attackers stumbled, Godzilla dazed, Jason’s mask slightly cracked from the blow. As though swinging an axe, Jason brought his fist down on Godzilla’s left eyeball, and the mutant dinosaur kneeled over with a bellow of pain. Jason grabbed Godzilla’s head and brought it down on his raised knee, seemingly breaking his jaw. Jason let go as Godzilla fell completely to the ground, and the silent killer raised his foot and brought it down on Godzilla’s head. However, Godzilla opened his not-quite broken jaw and closed it as Jason’s foot entered his mouth, biting down hard. As Jason fell backwards, Godzilla got up and stepped on Jason’s head, digging in his claws and further cracking Jason’s mask. Jason pounded on Godzilla’s leg in protest, and Godzilla was inevitably forced to withdraw. Jason leapt to his feet and charged with the speed of a panther, but Godzilla was prepared. He swiveled, lashing into Jason with his long tail and sending the slasher crashing into a lamp post nearby. As Godzilla approached, Jason recovered and began throwing the nearby crates at him (we were forced to retreat as Jason grew closer to where we were watching).
Godzilla sidestepped the first crate as it flew past, but the second one caught him full force, shattering and spilling camp supplies everywhere. Jason continued hurling crates at Godzilla, who gradually waded closer to him through the barrage of wooden boxes and falling life-vests, bed sheets, fireworks, and other such materials. Godzilla prepared himself for each blow, until Jason surprised him by throwing the lamp from the demolished post onto the surrounding fireworks. Immediately, Godzilla was engulfed in multicolored flame, burning and disorienting him. Grunting in confusion and pain, Godzilla staggered in the smoke.
Jason was determined not to let his enemy retreat or attack under the cover of smoke, so he threw another crate, which dispersed most of the smoke as it smashed to the ground.
Jason could see the shadow of Godzilla through the haze, and picked up another crate.
Godzilla’s eyes could see through the murkiest of depths, and he was able to see Jason’s through the smoke despite his haziness from the fireworks. And even if Godzilla missed, Jason would still be in for a surprise.
As Jason hoisted the crate up, Godzilla’s dorsal spines crackled once more with blue fire, seeming to boil the smoke around him. He drew a huge amount of energy into his mouth, combining it with the awesome energy that was already there, and released an atomic blast from his maw.
The blast struck the crate, which happened to be filled with fireworks. These only added to the explosion that blew Jason over the shack by which the crates were located, sending him flying through midair in a shower of multicolored sparkles and flame.
Godzilla roared triumphantly and ran into the woods to track his prey.
“Hurry!” I cried to the older teenagers and my friends. “They’re moving towards the lake!”
“Okay! Move out!” Olivia commanded. Matthew, Grayson, and I took off ahead while she and the others gathered together their weapons and ran after us.
Our path through the forest ended up taking us on a different route then Olivia and co. – meaning that we didn’t get very far. Abruptly, six or seven armed men and women grabbed us from behind.

Godzilla was aware of the humans following him, but he did not want them to find him just yet. If they caught up with him, then they would likely only get in the way of the battle and put themselves at risk of being killed by Jason. He only hoped that Jason was more intent on killing him than the humans; otherwise, they could be in grave danger already.
But Godzilla did not think so. Jason had run off after crashing to the ground, and the scent of burning flesh (along with the other, more traditional signs that Godzilla the hunter was used to finding when tracking) seemed to lead away from the humans. Unless Jason had doubled back towards them, but Godzilla’s senses told him otherwise.
Godzilla came out to the edge of the lake. It was here that Jason’s evil influence was greatest, and Godzilla was angry that a place so beautiful had become a symbol for such darkness.
Godzilla stepped forward – breaking a string which stretched across several trees.
A volley of arrows shot out from around the trees, piercing Godzilla’s hide. Godzilla roared as he tried to get the arrows out, as a net dropped down from above. Godzilla slashed and tore at the net, angry that he had let his guard down in his pursuit of Jason, and walked straight into a trap as a result. The arrows protruding from his limbs made it harder than it would have been otherwise to remove the net, but that did not stop Godzilla. He had almost freed himself when he heard the noise of an engine revving, right nearby.
Godzilla looked over to see Jason standing by a tree, holding a chainsaw that was up and running.
Jason charged, slashing Godzilla’s chest, neck, and stomach once more with his new weapon (brought from a shack where Jason kept his spare “tools”). He preferred using his machete, which was quicker, cleaner, and stealthier than a chainsaw, but there was no denying that he would need more powerful weaponry in order to defeat this monster.
The net and arrows prevented Godzilla from attacking back. Unable to defend himself fully from Jason’s evisceration attempts, he could only wave his arms blindly and retreat. Jason continued hacking with the chainsaw, exposing and damaging Godzilla’s internal organs as he went. Godzilla growled in protest, but Jason kept backing him up, waiting until they were right next to the water before slicing into his legs. Godzilla began to collapse, groaning weakly, but Jason launched a kick at his face, sending him crashing back into the water with a bloody splash. Godzilla thrashed against the water, fighting to get back up, but it was useless. Godzilla was bleeding copiously, his entrails and intestines bobbing in the water, the arrows sending jolts of pain through his limbs as he tried to move. He knew he could not win – not like this. His only hope was that the humans would fend off Jason until he was ready. He would have to let himself rest. His blood clouding the water, Godzilla did so.

Jason would have finished off Godzilla’s remains then and there, had an energy bolt not struck him from behind and blasted him into the lake.

“No! Godzeella is mine!” cried Dr. E. Ville, firing another blast from the energy cannons located on the hands of his state-of-the-art armored battle-suit, which he now wore over himself. The bolt streaked from the cabin areas through the woods, detonating near where Godzilla’s limp body lay.
The armed people who had captured Matthew, Grayson, and me turned out to be Dr. E. Ville’s hench-goons. We all struggled as they brought us before their master, but it was useless. We were back in the center of the camp, where a tiny gap in the trees allowed for a weapon to be fired all the way to the lake without being blocked. In addition to the seven who had taken us captive, twenty or so more henchpeople stood in a semi-circle a few feet away, blocking any way out. Each henchperson wore a nametag, and the ones of the people restraining us now were clearly visible: DAN, JOHNNY, ALICE, PHIL, BETTY, CLIFF, and SIR DUKE HENRY JAMES WILLIAM ALEXEVEUCHEPHALUSIOMNICRUMPTYOBIPARTEUXYPARLYOLIEX (silent ex at the end) KING ESQUIRE THE THIRD. The mere sight of those names was enough to send a shudder through our hearts.
Yet whatever impact Dr. E. Ville’s henchmen had was a pale shadow of that made by the man himself. The mad doctor turned to look at us through the transparent bubble that topped his silvery armor. He was white-haired and mustached, and his eyes had an insane glint to them. “And who would yeuw happen to be?” He demanded of us in a hideously fake foreign accent that was somewhere between Bela Lugosi and the Frenchmen from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. “Speak!”
Hesitantly, we introduced ourselves. He did the same. “Those silly sholdiers zhought they could shtop me from gedding my revehenge, but zhey were wrrrrong! Now you silly teenaghers will be vitness to my ultimate wictory ofer ze beast who rueened me – Godzilla! And I’m not about to let zome hockey-masked veirdo deprive me of my vengeance!”
“Um, that’s nice,” Grayson said nervously, “but you honestly think you’ll be able to kill Godzilla and Jason in that thing?”
Wild-eyed, Dr. Ville swiveled to look Grayson straight in the eye. “Of kourse!” He said angrily.
As if on cue, a spear flew from the woods towards the doctor, but he reached out and caught it with the armor’s clawed hand, incinerating it with an energy blast.
The henchmen were not so lucky.
Jason launched another spear as he barreled through the woods towards us, and the wooden weapon shot through an entire row of the henchmen in the background, killing them instantly. Jason sprang out of the woods with a golf club in hand, aiming it at the henchmen right next to us! Before we could blink, Jason whacked Dan’s head clean off with the golf club, sending it flying across the campus into the highest basketball hoop on the court and earning the Camp Blood Killer a hole in one. Using the club as an axe, he cleaved Betty’s head clean in half and stabbed both Phil and Johnny through the chest at once (one was behind the other). Horrified, Grayson, Matthew, and I scrambled out of the way, knocking Alice over as we did. Sir Duke Henry James William Alexeveuchephalusiomnicrumptyobiparteuxyparlyoliex King Esquire III tried to stop us and Jason at the same time; a poor choice, for his attention was too focused on us to avoid Jason’s final swing of the club, which de-crown-itated him permanently. Finally, Jason pulled out a pair of scissors he had acquired from the arts-and-crafts cabin, and threw it at Cliff as though it were a knife. The scissors went right through Cliff’s head as Jason activated his chainsaw and brought it down onto the recovering Alice. At least both died quickly.
The remaining henchpeople opened fire at the same time as Olivia, and co. launched their assault. Jason dodged the flying bullets and ran towards Matthew, Grayson, and I. The three of us screamed and ran – right into Dr. E. Ville’s fist. “Ugh!” We cried as we smashed to the ground, or, in Matthew’s case, a tree.
Olivia, Henry, Jeff, and Tom attacked the surviving henchmen, and the whole world seemed to erupt in blazing gunfire. My head was still blurry at the time, so I can’t go in depth into the battle, but I can tell you that the fight was rather one-sided, as Olivia and co. were able to disarm and defeat most of the henchpeople without even killing them. The sadness of four semi-inexperienced teenagers creaming a group of ten or so professionally trained mercenaries was not lost on me, though I was much too busy recovering from Dr. E. Ville’s blow to think about it too much.
Jason focused his attention on Dr. E, dodging an energy blast that the crazed scientist sent his way. He leapt straight for Dr. E’s helmet, slicing at it with his chainsaw, but to no avail. Jason aimed lower, towards Dr. E’s chest, but the saw shattered as it clanged off of the nearly impenetrable armor! Unfazed, Jason pounded on the bubble, actually managing to dent it, as Dr. E tried and failed to get Jason off. Dr. E saw that Jason was breaking through, and fired up his energy blasts; but at the last second, Jason dropped to the ground, and Dr. E shot himself in the face instead! Dr. E stumbled backwards and fell over with a resounding crash.
Jason would have continued his attack, but Olivia, seeing him through the henchmen she was fighting, raised her rifle at him and fired. The blast took him in the back of the head, and he stumbled forwards as blood spurted out of his wound. Olivia’s shot proved useful to Dr. E, who recovered himself and charged at Jason with a cry of fury. Roaring insanely, Dr. E whammed Jason into the trees with a swing of his mighty steel-plated arm. With Jason temporarily dealt with, Dr. E turned his attention on us.
“I’m afraid you have outlived your usevulness,” he said, raising his fists.
Matthew, Grayson, and I scrambled out of the way of the energy blasts, which decimated the ground where we’d been lying. Dr. E. Ville tsked. “I am afraid zhat dodging my blasts will not help you for long!” So saying, he powered up his energy cannons once more.
I reached down to my belt, pulled out my lightsaber, and activated it. The blade glowed a brilliant blue as I deflected the energy bolts with almost laser-precision.
“What the…?” Matthew and Grayson exclaimed at the sight.
I turned as I deflected another blast. “It’s fiction!” I grinned. “Anyone from the real world who finds themselves in a story is Force-Sensitive to some degree*!” I maneuvered to deflect some bullets from a couple of henchmen, who had decided to try their luck with us instead of the older teens.
Matthew and Grayson stood there, thinking this over. “You know, if Chris can call up something to protect himself, then why can’t we?” Grayson asked. “I think I’d like…an AK-47!” As if by magic, the gun appeared in his hands.
“Aw, do we have to resort to guns to win this?” I asked ruefully, swinging my lightsaber in an arc to block the bullets.
“Are you gonna argue with me at a time like this?” Grayson replied incredulously as Matthew dived for cover from another energy bolt. Grayson struggled to lift the heavy gun, but he managed to hoist it over his shoulder and open fire on Dr. E. Ville. The bullets seemed to merely annoy Dr. E as they bounced off of his armor, and he launched yet another energy bolt from his palm toward Grayson. Grayson jumped out of the way with a yelp as the bolt struck the AK-47 and incinerated it. “So much for that,” Grayson said quizzically as Dr. E powered up another blast.
“Puh-lease,” Matthew said, “We need something even cooler than that.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a sleek, souped-up red Mustang materialized, and sped towards Dr. E. Ville.
“Your dream car, I presume?” I said to Matthew.
“Yep,” he smiled as the car collided with the insane scientist and sent him flying.
Meanwhile, the henchmen had cornered Olivia and the others, who were backed behind some crates which served as cover. It seemed as though the henchmen were finally going to win, but it was not to be. The red Mustang swerved and drove towards them, and by the time they turned in horror, it was too late. The car barreled into them like a bowling ball smashing pins, and like pins they fell unconscious to the ground. Olivia and co. looked on in shock.
“You may have defeated my minions, but your silly cahr cannot beat ME!” With that, Dr. E fired another blast, which struck the car and reduced it to scrap.
“Hey!” Matthew complained, “You can’t do that to my car!”
“I’ll do a lot vorse to you!” He promised us, baring his steel claws as he charged up his energy cannons.

Jason had taken the opportunity to slip away during the battle. He decided to let the humans fight; when they were finished, he would move in and kill off the survivors. Until then, he wasn’t going to give Godzilla any chance to escape.
With a meat cleaver in one hand, Jason made his way out into the lake, where Godzilla had drifted. Cautiously, he approached, observing Godzilla for any signs of life.
Godzilla’s eyes sprung open, his dorsal spines lit up, and he opened his mouth and released an atomic blast. Instantly, the blue beam vaporized every water molecule it touched, creating a giant blast of steam which lifted Jason and flung him out over the forest, high above the trees. Eventually, Jason stopped travelling upwards and, like a
stone, plummeted to the forest below.
*Elaborated upon in Chipacanthama Adventures, a series I am working on, but don’t worry about it for now. (Force-Sensitive means being able to use the Force, as in Star Wars.)
* * *
Matthew, Grayson, and I conjured up a giant shield as Dr. E. Ville charged us. Dr. E banged into it with a groan, but he quickly ripped it apart with his steel claws. He launched two more energy bolts at Olivia, Tom, Jeff, and Henry, who were firing away with their guns, but to no avail. The four teens barely jumped out of the way as the crates in front of them exploded.
I jumped at Dr. E, lightsaber bared, and sliced off a few of his armor’s claws. However, that left me right in front of his giant, rounded hand, and he smacked me to the ground full force. I groaned in pain and raised my lightsaber to defend myself.
Suddenly, through the gap in the trees, a sky-blue blast of nuclear flame ripped through the air and hit Dr. E. Ville, who was blasted through the cabin, into the air, and out of sight in a huge explosion. We all cheered at Godzilla’s sudden help.
We restrained the surviving henchmen as Godzilla ran to find Jason.

Jason was not happy. His skin was scalded nearly off by the steam, and he ached from his crash-landing near a row of cabins. Not only that, but he was infuriated that Godzilla had survived his attack. Nothing could recover so quickly from wounds like that!
Jason knew that Godzilla would be very hard to kill – but then again, so was he.
Jason got up and moved.

We found Godzilla creeping through the woods. “Hey, thanks for helping out, there!” I whispered to him.
Godzilla turned his head and hrrrrrred softly in greeting. His chest, neck, and stomach were still bloody, but his wounds were closed for now, and he had removed the arrows with some help from his nuclear pulse. Beckoning us to follow him in his hunt for Jason or to go to safety (we chose the former), he continued making his way towards a group of cabins a little way off from the rest of the main buildings. We crept along after him, keeping as silent as possible.
Godzilla moved along the cabins, sniffing each one. Finally, he paused at a large, three-roofed cabin a little way from the end of the row, and gestured at one of us to please open the door.
Olivia came forward and did so, careful not to let it creak, and we stepped inside.
The cabin was simply furnished; there were about sixteen beds, eight on each side of the cabin, and there was a large living room in between, visible through two doorways on either side of the eight-bed arrangement. The living room was rather more cozy-looking (though all of it looked pleasant), with a fireplace and a nice rug differentiating it from the rest of the cabin. The building had six bathrooms, two on the left-hand side of the living room and, and two on the sides of the sleeping quarters.
Godzilla snorted at us, instructed us to move out in our search. We did so, each looking over the sleeping quarters we were in first. Cautiously, we checked under the bed and in the storage areas, while Godzilla sniffed the air for Jason’s foul scent. The normally comforting moonlight showed eerily through the screen windows, illuminating parts of the cabin in a ghostly glow while casting thick, twisting shadows over other parts. Clouds passed in front of the moon, causing the shadows and glow to change in shape and intensity. The crickets had stopped chirping outside, and all was silent – the silence before a storm.
Godzilla closed in on the scent, and turned slowly but surely to look at the bathroom stalls.
Tom was over there, about to check the stalls.
Godzilla howled in warning just as Jason burst out of one of the stalls as though in slo-mo, woodchopper’s axe in hand.
Tom jumped backwards in time to avoid being killed, but the maniacal killer swung the axe, slashing Tom’s arm. The teen cried out in pain as Godzilla charged forward with a mighty baritone roar.
Jason swiveled and brought the axe down on Godzilla, cutting into the saurian’s shoulder. That did not stop Godzilla, and he charged headfirst into Jason; they toppled backwards, demolishing the bathroom. Jason kicked Godzilla off, retrieved the axe, and knocked the King of the Monsters off his feet before charging out at us humans. Olivia and the older teens fired their guns at Jason (even Tom, who fired with one hand and clutched his bleeding arm with his other). Jason shuddered but showed no visible sign of stopping.
“Guys!” I called to Matthew and Grayson, “Use the Force! Now!”
“What? But how?” Matthew exclaimed.
“Trust me! Just do it!” And together, the three of us reached out our hands and focused on the nearest bed.
It took a few seconds, but with our combined energy, the bed lifted off the ground. “Sorry about this, bed!” I said apologetically.
Matthew and Grayson could hardly believe what we were doing, but they did not lose their focus as we telekinetically flung the bed at Jason, who went down almost instantly. The entire cabin shook, but none of us humans stared in shock for long, because Jason just as quickly began pushing away the now-damaged bed. We did not have to worry for too long, because Godzilla charged out of the wreckage of the bathroom, grabbed Jason, and half-pushed/half-flung him into the wall. Jason crashed through, hanging in mid-air before crashing onto the floor.
Godzilla ran into the living room as we did the same. Godzilla was at a disadvantage; he couldn’t use his atomic fire and he couldn’t use 100% of his strength for fear of bringing the entire cabin down and killing his friends. Nonetheless, he had his teeth and his claws to get by, and he could still use enough strength to match Jason in hand-to-claw combat.
The bottom part of Jason’s mask had been broken, revealing the killer’s rotting lower face and the expression of pure hatred on his crooked teeth. Jason recovered and whipped a fireplace poker out of its stand by the fireplace. He stood, jabbing it at the oncoming Godzilla as though it were a spear. When Godzilla was upon him, he reared back and swung the poker wildly, smashing it down on Godzilla’s right hand. Godzilla howled in pain as a few of the bones in his hand were fractured, but he lifted his other arm up and blocked Jason’s next swing as though he wasn’t fazed at all. Jason lunged at him with the poker, but Godzilla sideswiped and knocked it from his hands. Godzilla punched Jason and slashed him in the face before whipping around, lashing out with his tail. The blow sent Jason flying past the chimney to a painful landing on the other side of the room.
Godzilla charged forward once more when Jason pulled something from his jacket and flung it across the room before disappearing into the other sleeping area. Looking down at the device skittering past him across the floor, Godzilla sensed that it was an explosive device of some sort (a grenade, to be precise). The sudden looks of horror on his human companions’ faces confirmed it.
Godzilla turned around and ran towards the device, throwing himself down onto it just as it went off.
Godzilla and the humans were blown backwards in different directions. Godzilla hit the floor hard, but he was able to absorb the worst of the explosion, preventing the cabin from collapsing as it might have. Unfortunately, some of us had been unable to turn around before the grenade exploded; Olivia, Henry, and Jeff were all caught in the blast. Their wounds were far from fatal, but it was clear that they – and Tom as well, with his wounded arm – would need to rest for a bit. Godzilla looked at Matthew, Grayson, and I, and the message was clear: take care of them. We nodded, and Godzilla went off after Jason as we helped our friends up.

Once again, Godzilla found himself running through the forest after Jason. He sensed that the killer was near, waiting for him. Godzilla suspected a trap, and indeed, he saw Jason standing several meters ahead of him, unmoving.
Godzilla approached Jason quickly but cautiously, yet the killer did not seem to be holding any physical weapon. He was, however, holding a lit match, something Godzilla found odd before he realized what the strange-yet-familiar smelling substance on the ground was.

Jason found it ironic that he now used on Godzilla the very same trap Olivia and her friends had used on him, way back at the start of the battle. Perhaps they were more than an annoyance after all.
There was still enough gasoline on the ground to cause a considerable explosion. Jason grinned evilly as he dropped the match onto the ground and ran for cover.

Godzilla roared as the flames engulfed him an instant after the gasoline ignited. The flames burned and singed him, but mere fire did him no harm; the gasoline was more of an annoyance than a serious threat. Godzilla’s dorsal scales crackled as he unleashed his nuclear pulse once more, cleansing himself and the surrounding ground of the flames once again.
He looked around for Jason, but did not see him. This wouldn’t have been a problem, as Godzilla’s sense of smell would easily put him on Jason’s trail if not for the gasoline fumes which still filled him nostrils. Disgusted by the smell and by the gasoline itself (even 55 years on, he still found it appalling that the humans used the remains of the long dead beings he might have known, hunted, or played with as fuel), Godzilla moved away from the area, and straight into a pit with a tarp over it.
Instantly, Godzilla dropped into the darkness below, landing on the soft ground with a thud. He was in a tunnel of some kind, that much he could tell, though he didn’t get the chance to observe much more about his surroundings because the moment he got up, Jason emerged from the shadows and impaled him in the back of the head with a pickaxe.
The pickaxe shattered on contact, but it had done its job. His hind brain damaged, Godzilla fell forward, dazed.
By the time his brain cells had regenerated and Godzilla regained his senses, Jason had gone once more. Godzilla was furious; he saw that Jason was tiring him out, leading him into one trap after another in an attempt to weaken or kill him before Jason made his final move. And if Godzilla stopped following Jason, then the undead killer might target the humans once again; as long as Godzilla kept Jason busy, they were safe from him. Until he caught up with Jason, Godzilla would have to play along in his game…or make him think he was doing so.
Godzilla sensed Jason moving upwards into the tunnels. The smell of water filled his nostrils, a relief after the unpleasant scent of the gasoline. The tunnel led in two directions, one of which led straight to the Lake.
A rumbling sound filled the tunnel, growing in power and pitch. Godzilla realized what it was just before it appeared: water.
A huge wave of water rushed down the tunnel, surging past Godzilla and lifting him off his feet. As Godzilla was carried away, he saw the face of Jason Voorhees several dozen meters behind him in the flow.
Jason’s plan was clear: drown Godzilla and/or ambush him in the Lake once they were poured into it, where Jason would be in his element.
There were two problems with Jason’s plan, the first of which was that Godzilla was in his element underwater as well.
Godzilla did not attempt to fight the current, though he made it appear he was struggling against the water for Jason’s benefit. If Jason suspected Godzilla was faking, then it did not register on his face; then again, Jason’s mask made it difficult for him to tell.
It didn’t matter anyways.
Before long, both Godzilla and Jason were expelled deep into Crystal Lake. Godzilla regained his bearings, swishing about in the murky blue water. Jason was swimming at him, holding a harpoon gun.
Godzilla dropped his pretense of being unsteady in water and darted forward to meet Jason in battle.
Jason’s eyes widened in surprise, and Godzilla’s lips curled with satisfaction at the rare show of fear from the mass murderer. Jason got over his surprise quickly, however, and fired the harpoon gun.
The harpoon embedded itself in Godzilla’s shoulder, sending blood bubbling out. Godzilla gave a pained grunt as a jolt of pain shot through his arm. Ignoring it, he pulled out the harpoon and pointedly snapped it in half as if it were a twig.
Jason got the point, but he fired another harpoon anyways.
This time, Godzilla swerved to the side and caught the harpoon in his hand. Turning it around, he held it as though he were a diver on a hunt. Dropping the harpoon gun (he could recover and clean it later), Jason removed the final harpoon and did the same.
Jason swung his harpoon like a sword, attempting to knock Godzilla’s away, but Godzilla lunged and jabbed Jason in the side.
Jason flinched. It had been a glancing blow, but he did not intend to let Godzilla do worse. He swung his harpoon once more, breaking Godzilla’s, and aimed it straight for the kaiju’s** head.
Godzilla opened his mouth as the harpoon neared and bit down, breaking off the point. Jason slammed what remained of the harpoon against Godzilla, but the mutant dinosaur clutched the shaft and broke it with the flex of his hand.
Jason lunged at Godzilla, wrapping his hands around the monster’s throat with a grip like steel. Godzilla retaliated by lashing out with his foot, kicking Jason away. The two came at each other once more, grappling! Jason pounded against Godzilla, who bit into Jason’s shoulder with his sharp teeth and bashed him with his tail. Jason ignored the wound and kept on fighting. Whatever limitations the water imposed on their blows were more than overcome by the two titans’ determination and fury.
Godzilla grabbed Jason and body-slammed him towards the bottom of the lake, but Jason didn’t seem to resist; indeed, it appeared that that was where he wanted to be. Pushing off of Godzilla, Jason rocketed down to the very lakebed. He pulled out a chain from the murk, and waited until Godzilla was in range before springing off, sending algae rising up like smoke. Too late, Godzilla saw the chain, which Jason wrapped around his neck. Jason sped back to the bottom, pulling Godzilla with it, and delivered a kick to Godzilla’s jaw. With Godzilla momentarily stunned, Jason wrapped the spare end of the chain around a rotting peace of wood stuck to the bottom, securing Godzilla just as many a teen had done to him. Godzilla regained his senses, and realized his situation. Godzilla looked at Jason, who seemed rather satisfied by his work. As much as he hated to disappoint Jason (i.e., not at all), Godzilla smiled and simply bit through the chain, which drifted apart.
Jason was dismayed. The two monsters could have fought all morning in the water, but there was just one problem: air. Despite his rather unusual supernatural condition, Jason still retained some human weaknesses, one of them being that he needed air.
Godzilla, on the other hand, had spent millions of years underwater even before his mutation. He could stay submerged for as long as he needed to.
Jason realized his disadvantage as soon as he saw Godzilla free himself from the chain. Apart from his wounds, the prehistoric beast had hardly weakened at all. Jason was quite low on oxygen, and he doubted Godzilla would allow him the courtesy of a breath of air. Not only that, but Jason’s shoulder wound was aching, with bubbles of blood leaking out; that would slow him down.
Jason turned and swam upwards at an angle, towards one of the many tunnels which ran underneath the Camp. He paused to pull out an old fishing net, which he threw over the pursuing Godzilla in desperation. As Godzilla struggled and slashed the net apart, Jason neared the surface. His lungs felt like they were about to explode – just as they had felt all those years ago, when the kids had pushed him in, and he had struggled, gasping for…
…
…air!
**Kaiju: The Japanese word for monster. Dai means giant, so daikaiju means “giant monster.
Jason finally broke through the barrier of water that surrounded him. Gasping for oxygen, he quickly dived towards a steep embankment by the shoreline, underneath which was the entrance to the tunnel he had been heading towards.
Godzilla saw Jason duck into the tunnel and disappear. Swiftly, the Monster King glided into the darkness after him.

The water soon gave way to dry land as the tunnel sloped upwards, back into the camp. Godzilla ran down the dark, damp path, hot on Jason’s heels.
Eventually, the path came to a dead end, and Jason slipped through a trap door to the ground above. Wasting no time, Godzilla blasted apart the trapdoor with his atomic breath and climbed out…
…and kept on climbing. As it turned out, the ladder which led up to the surface continued up the side of a building – one of a row of cabins where activities took place. Godzilla kept on climbing, using his claws to scale the wall.
When he was about half-way up, Jason appeared and dropped a large rock over the roof’s edge. The rock smashed into Godzilla, but he took it and did not fall. Godzilla made it over the edge and saw Jason running to the other side of the roof. Godzilla ran after him, but Jason jumped over the gap between two cabins to the next roof.
Godzilla didn’t know if the roofs could take it, but he did not want to let Jason out of his sights again.
Godzilla jumped, too.
To his surprise, the roof did not collapse, but held firm. Not wasting any time, Godzilla stormed after Jason, who was already leaping to the next roof.
And so it went, with the two adversaries chasing each other from rooftop to rooftop. The only lights were from the lampposts by the side of the building, which glowed with yellowish-orange light. Godzilla used his tail to balance himself as he soared between roofs, the night air rolling on and off of him in waves. Thunder clapped in the sky, and rain began to descend from the clouds above. Despite his bulk, Godzilla moved as nimbly as the fastest Velociraptor would have, back in the old days….
Jason stopped running a few buildings from the end, standing by the edge of the roof. The next cabin on had a wooden roof, unsupported by a more weight-resistant material. Godzilla tried to slow his momentum as he slid over the roof. Jason stepped aside.
Godzilla sailed over the gap and crashed into the wooden roof of the next cabin. Smashing through, Godzilla disappeared into the building, woodchips falling after him.

Godzilla leapt to his feet, pushing off the wreckage as he observed his surroundings. He had no way of knowing it yet, but he was in an art studio, bare, unfurnished, and full of cobwebs. The rain began to drip through the hole in the roof.
Godzilla quieted his mind and listened, sniffing. Jason seemed to have moved on to the rooftops, but Godzilla knew that Jason was unlikely to run off into the night (or rather, early morning, as it was by now).
Godzilla burst open a door, finding himself in a hallway, which led in two different directions. His sense of direction led him to the end of the hallway facing the other cabins. Entering, Godzilla found himself in an art room. In contrast to the studio, the room was quite cluttered and messy. Paint stains of varying colors, muted by the ghostly light cast by the lightning strikes in the skies above, littered the entire room from the sink to the table legs, seemingly creating a piece of artwork in itself. Empty canvas hung on stands, waiting for artists who might never come. Art tools lay all over the place, similarly lonely.
There was only one painting in the whole room, drawn by a very young child. It hung by one nail from the wall, lopsided.
The room had fallen into a state of disrepair following the camp’s closure. And Jason was not keen on it ever being reopened.
Godzilla reached into his mouth and pulled out a sharp tooth, loosened by Jason’s blows. Reaching out, Godzilla straightened the picture, and used his tooth to pin the corner in place.
Godzilla stood, looking at the picture. Then he turned and exited the room.
Godzilla found himself in the front entrance. On his right-hand side were long rows of steps, leading to a window-lined place of entrance. To his left were empty art displays, which might once have housed beautiful works of the imagination, but were now bare of even cobwebs. At least in other deserted places, the spiders had found homes, but not here.
All of this – the drawing, the emptiness – because of Jason Voorhees.
Lightning flashed, and Godzilla’s head turned.
He knew where his prey was.
Godzilla turned and walked to the opposite side of the chamber. He went through a doorway, and found himself in a mini-tunnel leading to the next cabin. Godzilla continued through the tunnel and entered the cabin, finding himself in a fencing studio that took up the entire second floor.
Jason was in here, Godzilla was sure of that. However, stepping into the room, Godzilla immediately saw the problem.
Dozens upon dozens of fencing uniforms lined the room, hung up on racks, their helmets on top of them. And in the darkness, the helmets looked a lot like Jason’s.
Godzilla would waste valuable time if he searched through every uniform, giving Jason an opportunity to ambush him. No, there was a much quicker solution to the problem.
Godzilla’s spines danced with nuclear fire once more, and he opened his mouth in a silent roar as a stream of atomic energy shot out as a waterfall descends over a cliff face. Most of the fencing uniforms were vaporized, taking the racks with it.
Godzilla walked over to examine a group of uniforms in the back. A flash of lightning revealed visually what Godzilla discovered with his sense of smell; Jason was right behind one of the uniforms in front of him.
Jason leapt out of the row, saber in hand. He slashed Godzilla in the chest with it, right over one of his half-healed wounds. Godzilla convulsed in pain, but lashed out with his claws to block the blow. Godzilla went on the offensive, swiping at Jason with his claws as the sociopath parried his blows. Jason was backed up against the wall, cornered. However, Jason swung the saber in a wide arc, forcing Godzilla back, and began swinging it wildly at the King of the Monsters. The two engaged in a bizarre swordfight, ducking and parrying and slashing with their respective weapons. Jason slowly backed Godzilla up to the other side of the room.
* * *
We had gotten Olivia and her friends seated at an outdoor eating area as the rain began to drip down from the heavens. It was close to 2 in the morning, and the temporary break from the excitement brought out our exhaustion. Our break did not last long.
“I’m going back after Jason,” Olivia announced, seemingly at random.
All of us looked at her. “W-what?”
“I came here to kill Jason,” she said, her eyes steel with determination. “Even if I can’t do that, I can help tip the balance against him.” With that, she sprang up, grabbed her shotgun, and ran off. “Stay here if you want to keep safe!”
“Wait!” Tom said. “I’m coming too!” And only moments later, all three of the older guys had gathered their weapons.
Matthew, Grayson, and I looked at each other and shrugged as the others took off. We followed them.

Sparks flew as the saber struck Godzilla’s claws, sending a shudder up the Monster King’s spine.
The two opponents circled each other, drawing ever closer to the window, each noting every aspect of their opponent’s body movements to anticipate the next strike.
Jason leapt up and whipped the saber down onto Godzilla’s head. As the kaiju reeled, Jason lunged and pushed him towards the window, stabbing him in the arm in the process. Godzilla fell through, shattering the glass; yet as he fell back, Godzilla swung his tail, tripping Jason up so that the undead psychopath ran straight out the window after him.
Both fell towards the ground below, a shower of glass shards spreading around them, joining the raindrops now pouring from the sky. Jason was able to grab hold of the side of the building, preventing his fall. Godzilla, on the other hand, had no such luck, and crashed on the ground with glass flying everywhere; the ground shook with the impact, despite the relatively short distance of the fall.
Jason let go and allowed himself to fall towards Godzilla, aiming his saber at the beast’s throat. Godzilla’s sleeve was not yet bereft of tricks, however, and he lifted his legs up to meet the oncoming Jason in a rolling kick. Jason was thrown several yards away, smashing headfirst into the rainsoaked dirt-turned-mud.
Godzilla lumbered to his feet and powered up his atomic ray, his glowing plates sizzling in the rain. He launched an atomic blast at Jason, who scrambled out of the way; the explosion sent mud and flame spewing into the air like a bursting bubble.
Pausing to pick up a spare saber that had been blown out the window earlier, Jason ran towards a giant rock formation a sixth of a kilometer away; Godzilla saw a path leading up to higher ground. Godzilla wasn’t about to let Jason get away, and stormed after him with a roar that challenged the thunder.
Godzilla had no doubt that this was one of Jason’s tricks, and the closer he kept to the silent monster, the better.
The rain-spattered rock face he and Jason raced up was part of a chasm that formed the beginning of the mountain range that bordered the very edge of the camp. Plants grew aplenty on the less steep parts of the cliffs, such as the path the two opponents now faced, and on the craggly tops of the formations. Godzilla whipped through a cluster of ferns as he tracked Jason. This time, he wouldn’t let the killer hide and ambush him as he went.
After what seemed like a long time, Godzilla broke through the plants onto a small clearing in the path. Three steel cables extended from here to the other cliff way on the other side of the chasm; two dilapidated-looking hang-gliders, complete with metal harnesses, rested on the stands attached to the left and right gliders. The middle stand was empty. Godzilla could make the hang-glider out on the other end of the cable across the chasm, and the giant, humanoid figure scaling the cliff above.
Godzilla was infuriated. He had been so intent on avoiding one of Jason’s surprise attacks that he had walked right into a different kind of trick, one meant to wear him out. Godzilla’s eyes blazed as he watched Jason ascending the rock face. There was no easy way to get to him now, and Godzilla wasn’t sure if he could keep from slipping on the wet sand if he used his atomic fire. Godzilla could either run back down the cliff, which would give Jason a major head start, or jump to the ground, which might just knock him out cold (or worse) despite saving him time. Either way, Jason would get away, something he was not about to let happen.
Then Godzilla, who thought as a hunter, came up with perhaps the first truly crazy idea he had ever had. Usually, he would leave those to the humans or other illogical minded beings, but he saw no other option. If it didn’t work, and he was too massive, then he would fall like a cannonball to the rocky ground below.
Godzilla charged and leapt onto the nearest parasail harness.
To his relief, the cable held, and Godzilla began moving at 40 miles per hour as the parasail sped along it.
Jason’s eyes widened as he saw what Godzilla was doing, and he jumped back down to the parasail landing area. Working swiftly, he hacked into the steel cable with his saber, and the tiny cords which made up the cable unwound with Jason’s blows. The cable snapped before Godzilla made it to the other side, and the King of the Monsters promptly fell as the line went slack. However, Jason had been too late; Godzilla was close enough to the cliff face that he was able to grab onto the rocks jutting out, breaking his fall. Digging his claws in, Godzilla clung on for dear life (or at least, for dear health).
Looking up, Godzilla saw Jason staring down at him from the parasail ledge above. His mouth twisted into a smile of hate as he broke off the stand and dropped it at Godzilla.
Godzilla braced himself as the wood smashed on impact, but he held on with all his strength. Looking down, he saw the broken wood planks tumbling through midair, puppets of gravity. He did not want to share their fate.
Godzilla pressed himself firmly against the rock, sucking in his breath in order to compress himself as much as possible. Now out of range of the worst of Jason’s attacks, he stuck his head back out to meet Jason’s gaze once more.
The two beasts just stared at each other.
What would have happened next I have no idea, because that’s when Dr. E. Ville interfered once more.
Godzilla ducked his head under once more as a stream of energy bolts came his way, striking the rock around him and sending little chunks spiraling below. A lone energy bolt hit him full force in the side, but as though through sheer willpower alone, the King of the Monsters held on.
Just for good measure, Dr. E sent a bolt or two at Jason’s way. The by now only half-masked killer threw himself to the side as a blast struck the ledge, sending rock flying in all directions.

Dr. E must have heard us coming, because as Matthew, Grayson, and I arrived, he turned to aim one of his laser cannons at us. “I am afread you arhe teu late!” Dr. E leered, his eyes wild with the spark of insanity. His armor was in tatters, and his other laser cannon was missing. Overall, he looked rather worse for wear, though his reduced bulk did allow him to hold the detonator he showed us better than he would have been able to with steel claws.
“You see,” cackled Dr. E. Ville, “I took the precaution of placing a thermonuclear device in the vicinity of the area. Vith the touch of this button – ” he indicated the button on the detonator “ – I vill finish Godzilla ahwf once and feor all!”
“Yeah, but the explosion would kill you with everyone else!” Matthew exclaimed.
“At least I won’t die alone! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA!” At this, he began laughing like a demented llama mummy with a bat down its throat. He pressed the button.
The rain kept falling, the lightning kept flashing.
Dr. E. Ville turned his gaze from us to the detonator. “What...? How?!!”
“Um, yeah, like, we kinda discovered your bomb and all on our way over to the fight, and, well, we disarmed it,” Grayson told him.
“Yup,” I confirmed. “Like a little fission would seriously have hurt Godzilla anyway.”
“You…” Dr. E. Ville’s face was a horrible, twisted snarl of rage. “I’ll KILL YOOOOOUUUUUU!” He thrust his laser cannon and aimed, steel claws curling in fury. I raised my lightsaber.
As it turns out, Dr. E. was never able to kill anybody, because at that moment Jason yanked on the nearest steel cord so hard that it broke loose from its bonds on our side. The cable whipped through the open air, thrashing Dr. E in two. His arm outstretched, Dr. Evilicus Howard von Doomville’s face widened in surprise as his upper and lower body halves came apart in midair. “You…silly…k-nig-hits,” he gasped, and plummeted towards the trees far below.
The three of us just stared over the ledge in shock, a mix of horror, sadness, relief, and disgust flowing through our systems. Moments later it occurred to us that Jason might be able to do the same thing to us (or that we could do it to him, as unpleasant as the act would be). But before any of us could do anything, lightning struck the remaining cable, sending streams of electricity sparking up and down the cable seconds before the sonic boom knocked us to the sand.
“Let’s get out of here!” We screamed simultaneously. Our eardrums gonging, we fled back down the mountain to catch up with our allies.

Having observed Dr E. Ville’s death, Godzilla turned his attention back to Jason. Rather than continuing his attack, the malevolent zombie was climbing up the cliff, away from Godzilla. Gritting his sharp teeth, Godzilla followed.
Godzilla was at a disadvantage here. He was not built for climbing, and the rain made the rocks slippery. If he fell, there would be no catching up to Jason.
Gritting his teeth, Godzilla climbed after Jason, digging his claws into the rocks to anchor himself with each movement. The rain was pouring now, flooding his eyes as lightning crackled overhead. These conditions would render any other being as blind as a cavefish, leaving them helpless before the powers of gravity and fatigue, but Godzilla had experienced much during his many years of existence. The only problem was that Jason had experience also, as well as superior maneuverability.
Taking strength from the mosses and plants that dotted the rocks and from his own inner fire, Godzilla continued upwards. The lighting slashed through the air, growing ever stronger, while the thunder raged ever louder. But rather than hinder Godzilla, the King of Kaiju grew strength from the sheer power of the elements and the universe. He was at one with nature now, his every brain cell alive with pure energy, his senses sharp and keen, attuned to every subtlety, every cover, every movement, every beautiful part of the rocks and plants. Which was fortunate, because if they hadn’t been, then Godzilla might not have noticed Jason slipping into a large crack running through the cliff face.
As it was, Godzilla continued climbing to the point he estimated Jason had gotten to when he had turned into the crack. Now Godzilla did the same thing, slowly easing himself sideways, reaching his foot around the edge of the crack like an infant taking its first steps.
Within a few moments, Godzilla was inside the crack. His eyes took a second to adjust to the darkness, but he could tell he was on a ridge of some kind, extending almost to the other side of the crack. In the darkness ahead, he could make out the outlines of other ridges sticking out from both sides of the crack. To his puzzlement, there were several large chains hanging from a ridge above, each ending in a grappling iron. The irons were stretched taut, tethered to a ridge, where – to the Monster King’s alarm – Jason stood, loosening one of the chains. The chains were stretched taut, so when it was freed the incredible release of pressure propelled it forward, towards Godzilla.
Godzilla knew he would never be able to dodge the chain without falling off the ridge. All he could do was brace himself for the impact as the chain smashed into him, rattling his teeth. It took every ounce of strength he had to remain on his perch as the chain bounced off of him, the grappling iron ripping into his flesh; through strength of mind alone he held on to the rock, pushing his claws to their brink, mentally urging them not to loosen their grip.
The chain swung back towards Jason, but the masked maniac pushed it back at Godzilla. Snarling, Godzilla slashed at the chain with his claws, sending the grappling iron plummeting to a ridge below. The ridge was smashed to pieces as the iron continued its descent into the darkness.
Godzilla had withstood the first blow and deflected the second, but he couldn’t know if he would endure against the rest of the chains without falling. He didn’t want to take that chance.
Jason loosed another chain and released it towards Godzilla, who watched it sail through the air like a whip being cracked. At the last second, Godzilla leapt for the chain, grabbed it…
…and held on as it sailed back towards Jason, kaiju and all!
Jason tried to get out of the way, but it was too late; Godzilla and the grappling iron crashed into him, knocking him off the ridge. Jason smashed onto a ridge down below, which cracked and shattered with the impact. Frantically, Jason grabbed onto a ridge nearby, pulling himself up.
Godzilla himself stumbled as he let go of the chain, falling to a ridge below. The ridge began to give way, leaving Godzilla only one option.
Godzilla jumped towards the other side of the crack, and planting his feet on the rocks, he ran upwards as fast as he could as the ridge crumbled and fell to the abyss below. Godzilla thundered upwards for as long as gravity would allow him before pulling himself up onto the nearest and sturdiest-looking ledge.
Amazed that his ploy had worked, Godzilla looked down to see Jason climbing up the rocks with amazing speed. Looking around, Godzilla saw a ridge right next to his, and kicked it down towards Jason. Jason leapt onto a ridge adjacent to him, easily dodging the falling rocks, and kept climbing.
Godzilla watched Jason carefully. The Camp Blood Killer was climbing up a path that was out of reach from Godzilla, and they both knew that the King of the Monsters wasn’t going to risk using his atomic fire in such a confined space.
Godzilla waited until Jason was level with him, and the two exchanged a stare. If Jason was going to try something here, now was his chance.
Godzilla saw Jason fingering one of his sabers, as though about to throw it at Godzilla (Jason had pierced the two sabers through either side of his burnt, beaten-up old jacket, so that it acted as a kind of sheath). In the end, though, Jason apparently decided against it, because he turned his head upwards and kept on climbing.
Whatever Jason was planning, he would do it at the top of the cliff.
Narrowing his eyes, Godzilla followed.
It took Godzilla longer than Jason to reach the summit, as the radioactive dinosaur was not built for climbing. Not only that, but the rocks’ increased exposure to the rain made it hard to keep a firm grip, but Godzilla persevered to the top.
Godzilla looked up out of the darkness to the rain whipping and the lightning flashing from the clouds above. On top of the side of the gap that Godzilla now hung onto, trees waved around in the wind like ragdolls writhing in a child’s hands.
Godzilla reached the edge of the crack, where a giant tree branch hung. A ripped piece of burnt cloth hung off a tiny side branch, where it appeared to have been placed deliberately.
Examining the branch to make sure it was sturdy enough, Godzilla grabbed on and pulled himself up.
Godzilla walked slowly up the branch towards the center of the tree, towards the tangle of branches that led to the summit of the fjord***. The leaves offered a temporary shelter from the rain and lighting, albeit a dangerous one (trees + lighting = unsafe!). The lighting cast shadows through the gaps in the leaves, which whistled a ghostly tune as Godzilla passed through. The King of the Monsters moved higher and higher as he navigated the branches, which shuddered and swayed like much lighter objects against the wind.

***Icelandic word for mountainous cliff, a phrase which sounds awkward in place of a noun.

It was rather like navigating a rock formation deep in the ocean depths, as the same instincts that guided Godzilla in such a situation now helped him to find his way through the trees. Drawing strength from the trees, the last and largest plants to grow at the top of the fjord, Godzilla finally stepped out of the shadows and into the light of the storm.
Jason stood several feet above the rocky slope, perched on a stone, one of his sabers pointing in the ground. His scant hair swirled in the wind, the crackling lighting illuminating him in darkness. Behind him, the eye of the storm approached, swirling the rain and clouds in a frighteningly fierce display of sheer power.
The two stared at each other, rain lashing over them in buckets. This was it; this was the top of the mountain. The only way back was straight down.
The final round had come.
The two ran at each other, Godzilla struggling to move quickly up the difficult terrain, Jason struggling not to move too fast and slip on the rocks. But those concerns were secondary.
Jason slashed and slashed with his saber, drawing blood from Godzilla as the latter swiped again and again with his claws, blocking Jason’s blows. Godzilla charged forth, knocking into Jason and sending him tumbling backwards. Jason scrambled to regain his footing as Godzilla aimed a kick at him, tearing his jacket with his claws yet again. Godzilla stepped back as Jason got to his feet and charged back, but Godzilla ducked and slammed Jason with his tail, sending the hockey-masked killer flying a dozen yards up the mountain. Jason smashed to the ground as Godzilla hurried to catch up. When Godzilla was near, Jason lashed out from his position on the ground, launching a boulder at Godzilla. The rock struck Godzilla in the side, and the kaiju juddered as he toppled sideways onto the bumpy stone surface.
Now it was Jason’s turn to go on the offensive. He charged down at Godzilla, saber pointed straight at the monster’s head, but Godzilla surprised Jason with his tail, flipping him backwards onto the rocks. Jason recovered from his shock and rose at the same time as Godzilla, and immediately attacked with his saber yet again. Godzilla blocked the swing with his arm, grimacing as the blade cut into his flesh, and retaliated with a swipe at Jason’s face. The two engaged each other once more, but this time, Jason was facing an uphill struggle, and Godzilla began to back Jason down the mountain, slashing and swiping at his foe. Godzilla was too close for Jason to effectively use the saber, meaning that he was forced on the defensive; the only way for him to try and turn the tables on Godzilla was to back up, down the rocky slope, but Godzilla kept moving forward to match his retreat.
Godzilla thought he had Jason pinned, but just when it seemed that his strategy was going to work, Mr. Voorhees pulled out his second saber and swung it at Godzilla, slicing him in the hip!
Godzilla was forced to pause, giving Jason the time he needed to find a better position for attacking. His drive renewed, Jason swung and slashed wildly with both sabers, creating a sort of “semi-circle of death”! Godzilla was forced to back up the moun tain, unable to attack against two swinging blades. Godzilla raised his arms to try and block the blows, but Jason’s second saber (made of a more silvery material than the other) sliced off one of Godzilla’s fingers, sending a stream of blood out onto the rocks. Bellowing defiantly, Godzilla retreated up the mountain, deliberately keeping out of range until he could find an opportunity to regain his advantage. Jason knew what Godzilla was up to, but he followed Godzilla anyways, swinging his sabers like propellers on a fan-blade.
Out of the corner of his eye, Godzilla noticed that the slope evened out before it reached the summit. Drawing Jason there, Godzilla carefully stepped onto the more horizontal (but no less bumpy) ground. As Jason caught up, Godzilla started forward, and the killer stumbled in surprise. Godzilla moved forward, but Jason recovered and swung his silver saber at Godzilla. Godzilla lashed out with all his strength at the blade, snapping it clean in two.
Surprised, Jason was caught off guard, and Godzilla punched him in the face. The blow sent him reeling backwards onto the ground, breaking off part of his mask. Ignoring his bleeding face, Jason tucked his half-saber into his coat and reached for his unbroken weapon. Godzilla anticipated the move, and launched a kick at Jason’s face. Jason’s eyes widened as Godzilla’s blow twisted his head back, the claws on Godzilla’s toes digging into the killer’s neck. But Jason had counter-anticipated such a move; he grabbed Godzilla’s foot and twisted hard, sending the King of the Monsters crashing onto the wet stones.
Not giving Godzilla the chance to retaliate, Jason grabbed his tail and heaved, lifting Godzilla into the air. Jason then spun around, swinging Godzilla in a huge circle. Godzilla’s head collided with a boulder, which broke apart like sugar glass under the combined strength of Jason Voorhees and Godzilla’s own immense weight.
Eventually, Jason let go, flinging Godzilla up near the summit, where the saurian crashed to the ground like a sack of potatoes being dropped from a three story window. Jason himself, dizzy from the movement, slipped on the wet rocks and tumbled down the slope.
Before long, both adversaries had gotten to their feet. Godzilla watched as Jason clambered back up the slope. The rain stung their wounds and dissolved the two titans’ blood, washing it down the mountain. On either side of the summit area, there were two steep rock faces that led to the sides of the cliff, and from there on it was the open air, right to the bottom of the gorges.
Jason tucked his saber into his coat and charged. Godzilla unfurled his claws and did the same. Jason expected Godzilla to try and punch him, but he received a much more nasty surprise. Once Jason was in range, Godzilla jumped forward with his teeth bared, snapping his jaws down onto Jason’s throat. The two fell backwards, Jason reeling and gasping in pained shock as Godzilla tore apart his throat, sending blood spurting everywhere. Godzilla got to his feet, lifting the struggling Jason up with his mouth, closing his jaws ever tighter. Jason fought to dislodge Godzilla, but to no avail; he was too weak to pry the kaiju off of him. In a mix of pure hatred and desperation, Jason began punching Godzilla in the chest with all of his strength, cracking Godzilla’s ribs. As Godzilla’s grip loosened, Jason pulled a knife out of his pocket and began stabbing him as hard as he could. Godzilla released Jason’s neck with a roar of hatred as blood began pouring from the saurian’s multiple stab wounds. Godzilla withdrew and turned, swiping Jason with his tail once more. Jason had the wind knocked out of him as he was thrown flat on his back, the rocks cutting into his jacket (the stones were actually rather smooth, but the impact of the blow greatly increased the injury they inflicted). Jason’s knife was knocked away; it clattered down the rocks before being struck by a bolt of lightning.
But rather than deter Jason, the blow only served to madden him further. The killer leapt towards Godzilla with inhuman strength, pinning the kaiju to the ground. One of Jason’s hands closed around Godzilla’s throat, suffocating the monster; with the other, Jason punched into Godzilla’s chest, attempting to pull out the beast’s heart.
Godzilla’s world became one of white-hot pain and rage, and he let out a baritone roar to match it. But Godzilla wasn’t about to sacrifice his heart to Jason. Darting his head forward, Godzilla bit down through Jason’s arm and snapped it off.
As Jason recoiled, mouth agape, Godzilla kicked him off, sending him smashing onto the rocks once more. Godzilla paused to gather his strength, pinching his chest wound closed to speed the regenerative process.
Godzilla looked up to see Jason standing by him, saber in his remaining hand.
Jason knew that Godzilla’s tail was one of the beast’s greatest weapons, but it was also a weakness. Godzilla, as most creatures with tails did, used his tail to balance himself. Without it, it would be tremendously difficult to stand up.
Before Godzilla could react, Jason brought the saber down on his tail, cutting part of it off.
Godzilla howled in pain as he slowly collapsed onto the summit, preparing to defend himself from there, and knowing well that he had been outsmarted once again. But Jason was not done yet.
Tucking away his nonconductive, undamaged saber, Jason took out the hilt of his other saber (the portion of the blade of which ended on a jagged tip) and plunged it into Godzilla’s head.
Godzilla kicked out at Jason, scratching away at his shins. This, combined with the imbalance created by the loss of his arm, caused Jason to lose balance and fall yet again. But it didn’t matter; his plan had succeeded.
Lighting coursed from the sky, striking the silvery, unprotected hilt and sending millions of volts coursing through Godzilla’s body. Godzilla howled and raged as he became a living lightning post, the energy filling his body and frying his brain cells. True, the lighting gave him power and helped speed up the regenerative process, but at the same time it burnt his skin and organs and filled him up with pain. Godzilla’s world began to dissolve into a void of crackling energy.
Jason hated Godzilla’s guts. And now he would finish off his retched foe once and for all. Grinning a grimace that would have scared the Grim Reaper itself, Jason began pulling himself up the rocks towards Godzilla, planning to dismember his foe while keeping away from the lighting (he was immensely satisfied that he had kept his other saber mostly intact). Of all his victims, Jason thought, this might be the most satisfying kill of them all.
Godzilla began to lose consciousness, all feeling giving way to white-hot waves of pain that coursed through every vein in his body. In passing, he felt the hard, wet rocks underneath him, which were as smooth as silk when compared to the uncompromising relentlessness of the storm’s energy. He felt the lightning striking him, the thunder vaporizing his eardrums even as the bolts made their mark….
He was on an island, wounded, standing and roaring in harmony with a storm. The rain pelted his skin, a cold, hard comfort to his burnt flesh, as the lighting unleashed its anger onto him. His roar was one of grievance as well as pain, for not only had he been hurt, but one of his best friends had been badly wounded, beaten near death by a metal being from another world, who had taken on Godzilla’s own form in its path of destruction across Japan. His mechanical double had burnt him, cut him, and banished him back to the waves to lick his wounds. Godzilla was full of rage…
…but he knew he must not despair. The humans needed him, for if Mechagodzilla had hurt him so badly, then surely they would be no match for it at all! And what of the trees he loved, and the animals and beings who lived with them? The plants could not move out of Mechagodzilla’s path, and the animals would protect or hide in their homes rather than run; they would be defenseless! And despite Mechagodzilla’s disinterest in the oceans, surely the mecha’s cruel masters had some plans for them if they were so intent on conquering the planet!
Godzilla had to fight, to go on, to save his kingdom and avenge his friend. And settle his own score against the mechanical invader who challenged his title as King of the Monsters.
Godzilla would not be beaten so easily. Neither would his foe, of course, which meant that the Monster King had to try just that bit harder.
Now, Godzilla was one with the storm. The lighting flowed over him like water, empowering him, as he and the storm roared in song. He could feel the lighting becoming a part of him, its elemental powers temporarily seeping into him.
Now was the final battle. The metal was flying away, preparing for another blow, as Godzilla and his ally King Seesar watched. But this time, Godzilla had a trick of his own.
Focusing, Godzilla searched for the power of the lightning, hoping that it had not faded away with lack of use. He found the power, harnessed it, and used it.
He had done it once. He could do it again.
Godzilla reached into his own mind, against the pain…

…and focused.
For a few seconds, Godzilla’s body became the center of a strong magnetic field, equal in charge to the saber hilt. Propelled by pure electromagnetic energy, the melted saber hilt flew out of Godzilla’s head, smacking Jason in the face.
Reeling in shock, Jason went down once more. Recovering, Jason stared at Godzilla in a mixture of awe and hatred. Godzilla launched himself backwards off of the summit towards him, pointed dorsal spines first. Jason was unable to get out of the way before Godzilla crashed into him, impaling him through with his spines.
The two fell backwards, Godzilla pinning Jason down and further cutting into him with his spines, before they began tumbling down the steeper slope to the side of the summit. Jason struggled frantically to push Godzilla off, wrapping his arm around the kaiju’s neck; Godzilla tried to pry away Jason’s arm, but facing away from him, it was rather difficult. However, neither combatant was able to do much as their path down the rocks undid their efforts, each blow against the rocks rattling their bones.
They were approaching the edge of the cliff now, and both monsters briefly forgot their struggle as they realized their impending fall. Jason’s saber was shaken out of his coat, slicing his leg as it slid down and over the cliff. Realizing that he had trapped both of them, Godzilla tried to pull his dorsal plates out of Jason’s bleeding chest and stomach area, but to no avail.
Jason had better luck; he grabbed onto a rock (nearly breaking his remaining arm) and slowed their tumble while bringing up his legs in a rolling kick; head facing the ground, Godzilla’s spines dislodged from Jason with a sickening shunk!, bringing with them a fresh spray of blood from the undead fiend’s body. Godzilla crashed headfirst onto the rocks and spun down the remaining length of the slope before falling over the edge.
With lighting-fast reflexes, Godzilla reached out and grabbed the edge, once again pushing his claws to the limit as he fought to find a secure hold on the cliff.
The eye of the storm was directly over them now.
Godzilla pulled himself upwards, and succeeded in reaching over the edge of the cliff.
Jason stood there, looking down at Godzilla.
Pausing in his efforts, Godzilla looked back.
Jason reared back his leg and brought it forward to kick Godzilla in the face. At the last second, Godzilla opened his jaws and bit down on Jason’s foot, but doing so and the impact of the blow made him lose his grip on the rocks. Godzilla slipped back over the edge, pulling Jason down with him by the foot. Jason turned, reaching out with his right arm to grab onto the cliff edge.
If Jason had had two hands, he might have made it. But he only had one hand, left.
The two titans fell over the cliff and into the open air.

Dawn was breaking by the time Jason regained consciousness.
The two adversaries had freefell into the middle the forest, their fall broken only by the trees at the bottom before they had crashed to the ground with a splash. Now they lay a mere few feet from each other, lying in the mud as the first rays of sunlight shone off the horizon, the storm having abated as it moved onto another place.
Jason looked over at Godzilla, who lay motionless in the water. Ignoring the immense pain in his legs, arms, and generally his entire body, Jason sprang to his feet. His injuries didn’t matter, and if the teenagers had gotten away, then at least he would have compensation. It was time to end it.
Jason rose and picked up a pointed tree branch, separated from its parent by the storm. Aiming it at Godzilla, he broke into a run.
Godzilla’s dorsal plates crackled as the King of the Monsters reared his head up, opened his maw, and released a roaring blast of atomic energy. There was no where to run, no crates or even steam blasts to protect Jason this time; the blast hit him full force, enveloping him completely in a raging stream of blue fire. Jason disappeared, obscured by the blinding light, yet Godzilla did not stop to rest; he kept on pouring wave after wave of nuclear energy from his throat in an awesome display of power.
Eventually, after what seemed an eternity, Godzilla’s dorsal spines stopped glowing, and the stream of atomic flame ceased its flow. Godzilla closed his mouth, absorbing the energy once more into himself.
Godzilla surveyed the damage he’d caused to the surrounding land. The harm was minimal, and any traces of radioactivity were absorbing back into Godzilla’s hide before they could inflict any serious damage. Satisfied, Godzilla limped over to examine what remained of his foe.
Jason had been reduced to molecules by the blast. All that remained of him visibly were ashes and a few pieces of burning cloth, their flames fed by the traces of gasoline that had been present on Jason’s feet – Olivia had played a small part in Jason’s ultimate defeat after all.
Yet there was something else….
Godzilla growled softly, his eyes narrowing. The pile of ashes on the now charred-solid mud seemed to be pulsating, as though with some inner life. Reaching into the ashes, Godzilla pulled out the still-beating heart of Jason Voorhees.
The heart was pitch-dark, and not just because of the flame. The beats seemed to have a hypnotic quality to them, and Godzilla stared down at it. It seemed to be speaking in a way, urging Godzilla to keep it alive, to give it a new body it could use to survive – and to keep on killing.
Godzilla fired up his atomic ray and roasted the heart to Kingdom Come.
After checking to make sure there were no other still-working body parts in the ashes, Godzilla stood up, his tail having grown back enough for him to keep his balance.
He had won. Jason was destroyed.
But he was not dead.
On the barest edge of his consciousness, Godzilla sensed Jason’s spirit, weakened and powerless, but, inconceivably, alive.
Godzilla understood then that it was impossible to kill Jason completely; some evil force, some demon, was keeping him alive, beyond Godzilla’s reach. It might be tomorrow, it might be a hundred years, but Jason Voorhees would return to kill again. How, Godzilla had no idea. All he did know was that neither he nor anyone could stop it from happening; they could only delay the inevitable.
Yet Godzilla had struck a blow against Jason in more ways than one. His defeat today had weakened Jason’s hold over the forest; for the first time in nearly sixty years, the dark influence Jason had had on the land was abating. Godzilla didn’t know if this was temporary or permanent, but even so the spirits of the forests – the birds, the crickets, frogs, the leaves themselves – were free to sing for the first time in a long time, to chirp and croak and cricket and whisper without tidings of evil infesting and choking their melodies. And even if Jason’s influence did regain its strength, it would never be as powerful as it was before; the forest creatures would sing against it even if their songs were muddled.
Godzilla gave a satisfied grunt and turned to see his friends cheering at his victory.

We had been searching for Godzilla and Jason ever since we’d seen them fall from the fjord. Olivia, Tom, Jeff, and Henry had taken apart the bomb while Grayson, Matthew, and I confronted Dr. E, after which we all went after G and J. The rain and lighting had forced us to take shelter, so it was only after the storm cleared up that we were able to go and find them. And we were quite happy with what we saw.

About half-an-hour later, we were all situated back at the sitting area. The sky was a dark, pale blue, and a thin mist hung in the air, a remnant of the storm. The first early birds were beginning to sing, and the forest seemed brighter and more full of life than before. National Guard helicopters were visible in the sky, coming to pick us up.
“You know,” Olivia confessed to Tom as they nestled on a bench, “I wish I could have been the one to kill Jason. Not that I’m ungrateful to you or anything,” she added to Godzilla, who was admiring the early morning, “Without you, we would never have made it.”
Tom nodded. “You helped defuse the bomb, didn’t you? And besides, it was your plan that hurt Jason in the first place. The important thing is that we’re all alive; that’s what we wanted in the first place.”
“So many people died last night,” Olivia lamented.
“Then let’s do them a favor…”
“…and live our lives,” Olivia smiled.
Godzilla grunted in approval. Tom and Olivia embraced each other.
“…You see, man?” Henry was saying to Jeff on another bench, “We did it. We survived.”
Grayson, Matthew, and I walked up to Godzilla. “Thanks for everything, Big G,” I said, patting Godzilla on the shoulder. He nodded his “you’re welcome.”
I turned to my human friends. “So, guys, what do you think?”
“Um, yeah, I still think Jason should have won and all…” Grayson began.
Godzilla grunted patiently.
“…but, um, you were pretty good too,” he finished to Godzilla.
“Yeah, thanks for saving us,” Matthew said.
Godzilla grunted appreciatively to the two boys.
“High five!” I said, holding out my palm to Godzilla just before I began feeling a bit silly. “Or, uh, high four in your case….”
Quizzically, Godzilla slowly held out his palm, gently tapping mine. “Yay!” I congratulated him.
It wasn’t long before the helicopters found a clearing and landed, about half a kilometer away.
“Well, I guess this is it,” I said to everyone.
“We’re going to stay and help bury everyone,” Olivia announced, with a glance to her friends, “We owe it to them to finish things up.”
“We can finally account for all of Jason’s victims, if some haven’t been discovered yet,” Tom added, “What about you guys?”
I nodded at my classmates. “While I’m here, I’m going to help Godzilla get back to normal size. Would you guys like to come with me?” I asked them.
“Sure,” Matthew and Grayson agreed.
“Afterwards, I’m going home and getting some sleep,” Grayson announced. We all seconded that.
“You know, guys,” Jeff said to his friends, “Jason’s come back before. Suppose he does it again, while we’re still here?”
“Then we’ll face him together,” Olivia promised him.
Suddenly, the peace of the forest was shattered as shouts and gunshots came from the area where the helicopters had landed. Henry, who had been attempting to observe the new arrivals through the trees, rushed over to us.
“Guys, we’ve got trouble,” he said.
As if to back up Henry’s statement, Godzilla leapt to his feet, on the alert. Everyone else did the same. “What is it?” I asked, reaching for my lightsaber.
We did not have to wait long to find the cause of the trouble; it found us.
About a dozen or so Xenomorphs emerged from the trees, surrounding us, hissing and spewing slime from their curling lips.
“What are those things?” Henry asked.
“Ooh, bad news,” I told everyone, “Very bad news. You’ll need your weapons.”
Before we even had time to take in the situation, the news got worse.
“Well, well, well,” Purred the ethereal form of Freddy Krueger as he floated into view, “I see you stupid kids have met my new pets!” With that, he gave an evil cackle that seemed to echo throughout the forest. The Xenomorphs hissed and screeched. Godzilla snarled a warning.
“Which is all well and good, considering that this pea-brained dinosaur here roasted my old one! You see,” he said, assuming the role of a scientist explaining a situation in an old 50s’ monster movie, “Thanks to a certain idiot named Ash Williams, I was lost in another dimension for a while, unable to get back to this pathetic universe. But,” He paced around with his hand on his chin. “I had just enough power left to bust Jason outta there! He had a piece of me inside him, see, and all this time I’ve been growing in power, back to my full self. I must admit that I was worried when you clowns showed up and pulverized him, but I don’t need him anymore! Now I have a whole bunch of sleep deprived brains to feed on: yours! And thanks to a certain spaceship that crashed without any of you brats noticing, I’ve got myself a much more powerful, not to mention controllable, army of creatures to do my bidding! Those blasted Cenobites can’t stop me now!”
He paused, giving us time to let the information overload sink in. The Xenomorph standing next to Krueger, the largest and most powerful of the group surrounding us, grimaced in a way that made me think that they weren’t as loyal or controllable as their new master thought.
When Freddy resumed, his voice had lowered. “But you guys don’t need to worry about that. The important thing is that you and your National Guard buddies are dead meat! Kill the -- !”
The order was interrupted by Godzilla. Running forward so that we would not be in harm’s way, Godzilla fired a short burst of his atomic blast at Freddy, striking the semi-solid apparition and dissolving him before he could finish his command. The Xenomorphs next to Freddy (including the large one, whom I assumed to be the “commander” of the group) scattered, but quickly regrouped, hissing and spitting acidic slime.
Freddy reformed before our eyes, the smoky pigments of the vision flowing back together. “Ooh, you asked for it this time, Barney,” he threatened Godzilla (and us). To the Xenomorphs he said, “Go ahead, boys!”
As fast as cheetahs, the Xenomorphs began to advance. We scrambled to ready our defenses when another miraculously timed event occurred. A giant rift in time and space opened a few feet behind us, absorbing the Xenomorphs who flew right into it. The energy from the rift seemed to reach out like a sinuous arm, searching for its target. It found one in Freddy, and blasted the surprised Elm Street murderer into dust as the rift stabilized. The remaining Xenomorphs retreated, running around us in a semicirclular formation in front of the reconfiguring Freddy, keeping their senses on us the whole time. We were between them and the rift now.
Out of the blinding light stepped Pinhead, leader of the Cenobites, the guardians of Hell. Behind him came three more demonic figures, their individual characteristics contrasting vividly, but all at once graceful and disturbing.
Though they did not emerge, I could see other figures through the rift, struggling to break through; Michael Myers, Leprechaun, and Chucky were just a few among the demons attempting to escape Hell.
“Hello, nailface!” Freddy waved gleefully at the new arrivals. “Bet you wish you could stop me!” He threw back his head and laughed.
“In fact, we can,” Pinhead replied coolly.
As soon as the Cenobite spoke, all of our attention was instantly drawn to him, the quiet menace in his tone giving even Freddy pause.
“…And we will,” Pinhead promised, narrowing his eyes. The Cenobite to his left chattered its teeth, rivaling the hissing Xenomorphs in terms of malicious anticipation.
“We’ll see about that!” Freddy said. “Kill the –”
He was interrupted yet again by a shining blue plasma blast, which flew from the trees and blasted him to smithereens. “WOULD YOU STOP DOING THAT?!!” the reshaping Freddy complained to the source of the blast. We all turned to see for ourselves.
The source was a Predator, already deactivating its cloaking device as it leapt down from the trees, purring craftily. Its shoulder plasma cannon’s targeting system, a pattern of red lights, swiveled from target to target as the extraterrestrial hunter considered whom to kill first. Behind him (or her), three more Predators dropped down from the trees, uncloaking as they, too, considered their first targets.
It appeared that the morning’s work was not yet over….

NOT THE END



Coming Soon: Godzilla vs. Freddy vs. Jason vs. Aliens vs. Predator vs. Michael vs. Leatherface vs. Pinhead vs. Chucky vs. Leprechaun vs. Vampires vs. Zombies vs. Ash





BONUS FEATURE: Godzilla vs. Jason – Texting Style
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