The Executioner of Horror Films

Suddenly, a shadow popped up in front of us. His figure covered the light like a black cloud filled with cold. The face is covered with a mask, and the machete is pointed in our direction. It was Jason.

Run! - I shouted, pushing the teenagers forward, but left in place, I took out a knife. I think I can stop him. There was only one way to victory - I knew I had to destroy it.

He rushed to me with inexorable speed, his body seemed to be moving too fast. I stood in a pose to attack: Who am I? I am an executioner.

The second he came, I felt for a moment how the fear broke out, but everything returned to the ice again. I had to win. The hand holding the knife moved in tight tensions, I knew it was my opportunity.

The clash was imminent. Jason swayed like a thundercloud, and my movements were confident and accurate. The night of our hunt came, and it seemed to have written its history in the heart of each of us. The music of evil sounded around us, but everything inside me remained cold. I was ready to do anything for the sake of victory and new opportunities, do we know what is beyond this fear?

I felt goosebumps running down my back when Jason rushed towards me. His huge figure was getting closer, and I, clutching the knife, prepared to attack. Feelings grew inside me: fear, adrenaline, but also perseverance. I could not and did not intend to return to my old, indifferent life.

He rushed to me like a torpedo, his movement was frightening and decisive. I dodged, almost having time to feel his cold breath on the back of my head. My knife cut through the air, but missed the target.

I abruptly changed direction and was one step ahead.

I took a step back, opening the space between us. And then he attacked again. His machete, like a gloomy ritual object, shone in the moonlight. I froze, unable to take my eyes off the tip, which seemed to come from the depths of hell itself.

Missing on the left side, he turned around again. I sewed the crisis in tactics - dodged, jumped to the side. I had experience only from movies, but here, in reality, fear took hold of me. There had to be a chance - you just had to wait for it.

I jumped sharply to the left, feeling the air tickling my skin. At that moment I managed to stab, but with a terrible crack he blocked the attack. The shadow touched my face, and now the happiness is covered with me: Jason knocked out a knife with one movement, which fell to the ground with a deaf knock.

What are you doing anyway? - a scream broke out from behind my mouth.

He didn't stop, continuing the attack. I stood in a defensive pose, but I understood that this is not just a game. I felt the threat approaching, my thirst for life being born again. But all I knew now was a fight, and it will be until the end.

Children from the camp, standing at a safe distance, watched with terrible fear. I perceived their views as indecision, and this spured me even more self-confidence, despite my sagging hands and holding my breath.

You can't retreat! - I shouted to myself when Jason rushed at me again. He turned around sharply, hitting me with his right hand instead of a sharp movement with his left. I bounced to the side, but he caught me by the shoulder, dropping me to the ground.

Through the darkness, I saw something important - my knife was lying not far from me. I reached for him, realizing that I had no choice. The force was burning inside me, and, getting on my knees, I, without waiting for his next attack, quickly grabbed the knife. This moment became decisive - either victory or death.

Jason, noticing my decision, rushed to me again, but now I was ready. I woke him up, dodging another blow, and without waiting, I activated my last energy reserves.

Now I won't miss you! - I shouted, pointing the knife at him. He retreated for a moment, as if he felt danger.

And then I attacked.