Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Under the moonlight, a tall figure loomed over the campsite.

A pale hockey mask, a large machete smeared with dark stains, and an overwhelming aura of cold malice radiated from him.

As this figure silently appeared, even his shadow seemed to twist unnaturally.

He turned impassively, surveying the tents scattered around him. He raised the machete in his hand and began walking toward one of the tents.

A gentle breeze began to stir, and within a few seconds, the wind picked up, blowing faster as clouds rolled in from the distance, blocking the moonlight. The figure continued his approach toward a tent.

Though the machete appeared filthy, it cut through the tent fabric like silk, making no sound at all.

He looked inside at the couple peacefully sleeping, raised his machete, and without hesitation, brought it down in one clean stroke.

It was as if he had just split open a watermelon.

Splat!

Blood sprayed across the tent, dripping down in a slow, rhythmic trickle.

The figure stood up and moved toward the next target.

But his search seemed to follow some kind of condition. He passed by several tents, but didn't harm the people inside.

It wasn't until after passing a few more tents that he finally selected his next victim.

With a swift motion, he swung the machete, and blood spurted into the air, splattering across his body, his hands, and his mask, giving him an unsettling appearance.

One after another...

He was like a diligent, tireless worker, never complaining, silently harvesting one life after another.

Swoosh!

He gently sliced open another tent.

Inside were a couple, sleeping peacefully in each other's arms.

But the man, far more alert than the others, had already opened his eyes when the machete cut through the tent. As the blade descended, he grabbed the intruder's wrist.

"Ah!"

A scream pierced the air.

Milly, terrified, stared at the masked figure. As the blade drew closer to Coulson, she kicked the assailant hard in the groin.

The tall figure froze for a moment.

Seizing the opportunity, Coulson shoved the man away, and as Milly opened the tent, he rolled out.

Thankfully, due to his admiration for Captain America, Coulson had kept up with his combat training and was always vigilant while sleeping. If not for that, they would've been done for!

Coulson, heart racing, looked at the towering figure standing up and gripped Milly's hand. They both shouted as they ran, "Help! Someone's killing people!"

In the dark of the night, their desperate cries echoed across the campsite.

Some people heard the screams and scrambled out of their tents, while others cursed and turned over to continue sleeping.

The tall man remained silent, following Coulson closely, relentlessly closing the distance between them, like a predator chasing its prey.

Those who had been awakened by the chaos looked on in shock, some of them gasping.

"Jason!"

"That's the infamous killer Jason!"

"Damn, I thought that was just a legend!"

"Run!"

"That's a monster! He's come back again!"

The peaceful atmosphere of the campsite was shattered as people began to panic and flee.

And Jason continued to silently chase Coulson.

Suddenly, Jason threw the machete from his hand.

Coulson shoved Milly aside and fell to the ground.

Swoosh!

The bloodstained machete landed just between Coulson's legs.

"Gah…"

Coulson sucked in a sharp breath, watching as Jason charged toward him again. Without hesitation, he scrambled to his feet and fled.

He had already felt Jason's unnatural strength back in the tent, and he knew he stood no chance against him.

Jason bent down, picked up the machete, and was about to pursue Coulson when, as if drawn by something, he suddenly turned and looked toward the left.

Then he took off running in that direction.

Coulson, who had been watching Jason's movements closely, noticed his sudden shift in attention and his face changed dramatically.

"Damn it, that's the Kent family's tent!"

Coulson muttered under his breath, his face paling with fear.

If it weren't for him, the Kents wouldn't have even come here. If they were in danger now, Coulson would never forgive himself!

With that thought, Coulson pushed against the flow of fleeing people and chased after Jason.

Milly, witnessing the scene, yelled and gritted her teeth, running after him.

Meanwhile, at Mike's campsite...

"Dad, it's so noisy outside..."

Eric mumbled, turning and hugging Charles, who was groggily tossing in his sleep. The two looked peaceful—only when they were asleep could they seem this harmonious.

Clark sat up, listening carefully. His face grew pale as he looked at Mike and said, "Dad, people are running outside. It sounds like someone's been murdered."

Mike nodded softly, rubbing Clark's head. "Don't be afraid."

Clark nodded, continuing, "I heard someone shout Jason's name. They said he's the legendary killer."

Jason...

Mike's mouth twitched.

He should have realized it earlier!

The crystal-clear lake, now known as Crystal Lake, had been renamed Greenfield after the murders committed by Jason.

Slap!

Mike slapped his forehead.

If he hadn't recognized Coulson, he would have suspected that the man had deliberately led him here.

A thought quickly flashed through his mind. Mike pulled open the tent, his heart racing as his eyes narrowed. In the distance, he saw a figure charging toward them through the darkness.

"Clark, stay inside. Leave this to me."

Mike turned and smiled reassuringly at Clark, who looked at him with concern, before closing the tent behind him.

Whoosh!

Jason threw the machete toward Mike, who was facing away from him.

"Don't!"

Coulson, who was still pursuing Jason, shouted, as though he could already see Mike being pierced by the machete.

But…

Mike, as if sensing danger from behind, shifted slightly to the side, expertly catching the machete's hilt, then spun around and hurled it back at Jason.

Thud!

With a sharp whistle, the machete struck Jason in the chest, causing him to stumble and step back a few paces, falling to the ground.

Coulson's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Mike.

"Ah!"

Milly, who had been following closely, screamed in terror and pointed at Jason.

To their shock, Jason, lying on the ground, stood up, grasping the machete's handle, and began to slowly pull the blade out of his chest.

The sound of flesh scraping against metal was unbearably grating, sending shivers down Coulson's and Milly's spines. Yet, despite the painful act, Jason didn't let out a single sound of anguish.

Drip… drip...

Blood dripped from the blade.

There was an unnerving, suffocating sense of horror in the air.

Coulson and Milly watched in fear, unable to look away from the gruesome scene.

Mike sighed.

He had known that this murderous model worker, the old veteran of Crystal Lake, wouldn't die so easily.

But for him, this level of resistance was nothing.

Mike took a step forward toward Jason. Within a few paces, his movement turned into a full sprint.

Jason swung his machete toward Mike, but Mike twisted his body, dodging effortlessly. A flash of light appeared in his hand as a dagger materialized, which he then drove into Jason's neck.

Jason froze, and Mike casually summoned another dagger, thrusting it into Jason's heart.

(End of Chapter)