A True LegendHis feet were already numb. He should of listen. Now, just standing here, watching him shake in fear, I began to feel sorry for him, but it was already too late. My father, known as the famous "Camp Crystal Lake Killer", Jason Voorhees, raised his machete above his head and went to strike the young man. The guy was probably around my age, if not maybe a couple years older than me. He was a college student and being a college student, he was the type that always liked to party and get wasted. Yeah, those were the type of people my father didn't like, well at least from what I know anyway.
Just as soon as my dad went to slice the young man, the young man let out a scream and made a dash run for it.
'Dang it!', I thought. Now I had to help my dad finish the young man off before he went to get help. I knew for a fact already that the young man wasn't going to get far; they never do. My dad pointed his machede in the direction of where he wanted me to go. I nodded my head at him and ran off to search for the young man. Luckily, he wasn't too far. I spot him a few yards away, hiding behind a tree, gasping for breath. I giggled to myself softly, thinking how stupid this man was for stopping to hide behind a tree. That's how people get killed these days because they always make the stupidest mistakes.
Just then, without warning, my dad rushed out of the bush and before the young man could react, my dad sliced his body in half. I gasped in shock as I watched the top half of the body slip off the other and fell to the ground. I stood up from the bush and walked over to the life less body. I smiled.
"People these day's just don't seem to listen dad. I try to tell them that your real, but...", I paused to let out a sigh. "They just don't seem to listen."