So it's you." Jason spoke with a light chuckle realising who the voice belonged to. Though he had met up with this man many years ago, he'd never forget the likes of him. He was the kind of man that would follow you back to bed and haunt your dreams. Unfortunately for him, Jason was nolonger a kid who'd be woken up from a nightmare. He had made sure to become the nightmare himself. "Till then, Mr Ottman." Jason said hanging up the call. He turned around and looked at Mike who was stumped on where to begin from. One thing he hates when Jason killed, he made sure to kill the soul to...like damn, did he have to rip organs out! Yes, he too killed in such a format but he only collected hearts. While Jason....don't ask. He was a far worse case.
Mike looked at the dead men with no eyes and ripped chests. Not good!!!!
He walked to where Jason stood and cleared his throat. Um..they are all dead." He spoke looking at the broad back of the man he grew up looking up to.
