PART 13

J-JOE was anxious, any moment now The Scar-Face Reaper could knock the door in, find him and have his fun. No. He wasn't going to run. J-JOE sat back and crossed his arms and waited. Moments passed without a single sign of the Reaper, the air was rich with tension. He knew he was safe in the room, but some part of him almost wanted to leave just so he could find him.

But then, he didn't even need to look; he knew that the door would not be there. It had been removed and stored safely in the basement, and he knew the moment it was removed. He glanced up and saw the door on its own hinges and he knew that they were gone. He was safe. He was calm again, and he allowed himself a small chuckle. It seemed that The Scar-Face Reaper had gotten a little sloppy.

This was the endgame, the final showdown, the big finale where the protagonist triumphs against the killer, but actually going through a horror movie is pretty goddamn terrifying; it's a thrill ride from start to finish and one of the worst horror films to come out in recent years, probably because he's the star of the show. But despite this, there is no one more excited to see the bad boy get what's coming to him.

It's a story of hope and faith, and also a story of how one person in the face of everything, can still do something about it. But will they win? That is yet to be seen. But you know what else? No one ever really dies in these movies. You may have watched people get stabbed, bludgeoned, hanged, stabbed again, but it's never the end. It's just a scene, it's just a moment in time where you see something horrible, and then it's gone. They're either okay in the end, or it just leads to more horror. It's a great thing. It's the horror genre's greatest gift; it keeps people alive.

But knowing how horror movies end, J-JOE felt pretty comfortable knowing he'll triumph over The Scar-Face Reaper. Now what he needed to do was find what the hell he was supposed to do. If this didn't make sense to J-JOE, if he didn't know what he was supposed to do next, if he had never seen anything like this before, he was in the wrong fucking movie. And yet, there he was, staring down the barrel of death, and nowhere to turn. This was not supposed to be a happy ending. Or was it?

The longer the Reaper took to show, the more J-JOE worried. He could see the Reaper's face was getting closer and closer to the locked door. He knew that The Reaper was going to come into the room and find him. At some point, The Reaper would look at the door and notice that it was off, and he would come into the room and look around, and J-JOE would be dead. In a way, he wanted that to happen. But he didn't want The Reaper to find him here, he needed to be alone, to be without witnesses.

JOE was beginning to think that this was the only possible ending to this story, that The Reaper would simply take him outside and shoot him in the head. But then, he saw a crack in the door. He thought that perhaps the Reaper was just about to burst in. It was all so weird, it had been a good while since he had seen The Scar-Face Reaper and he had forgotten just how horrifying that man was.

He thought that he would be able to face him, and then they could fight, but then he heard the door slam shut. It was still a crack and it had barely moved at all. He could have sworn that he heard it, that the door was still ajar, but he couldn't be sure.

J-JOE was still sitting there, staring at the door, for what had seemed like an eternity, but was probably just a couple of minutes. He had tried to imagine the next part. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to move the body? But he couldn't, he simply couldn't. He just sat there, his fear and trepidation only growing with each passing moment.

The door creaked a little more and J-JOE thought that he would soon have to get up and act. He knew he needed to, he knew it in his heart, but he still didn't move. Then the door swung open, and J-JOE was struck with the overwhelming fear of being discovered. He had no idea what the Reaper would do to him, but what he did know, he knew well. He knew that if he just sat there, if he did nothing at all, he would die. But then again, maybe it didn't matter. Maybe he was already dead.

Nothing came through the door, there was nothing. No one. It was just the six of them, with no witnesses, and J-JOE could breathe again. But it wasn't enough. He could see how the Reaper could be in the next room, but if they were in the next room, how would he get the key? That was what he needed to figure out, he needed to find a way, but where? And where would he get the key to open the door? It was obvious that he couldn't get out of the window and they had closed the door. He knew that if the door was closed, it was a locked door. There was no way to escape.

"I can't take this anymore! I hate this feeling of being prey! It sucks." J-JOE felt his anger bubble up and he almost couldn't stop himself. He felt trapped, just like The Scar-Face Reaper had trapped him. It was only a moment away from the end of the movie and he was still scared. "It's not fair! I'm not a victim! I'm not someone who needs to hide! I want to live! I want to have fun! I don't want to be a zombie. I don't want to be the helpless guy that nobody wants to rescue." J-JOE didn't even know how to feel anymore. He felt like a zombie, but he didn't want to be one. "I hate this!"

He began to cry, to the horror of the others, but all that mattered was his anger. He felt like he had been caught in a trap and he couldn't stop the feelings. He wanted to live! He wanted to have fun! And he was sick of being scared! It was just a little late for him to start complaining. And the longer he sat there, the more he was angry. There was no reason for this, why did he have to do this to him? Was this his punishment for not being a good person? He wanted to be happy, and he wanted to live, and now he was going to die for it.

J-JOE couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and ran for the door. He was going to have his fun. He was going to get away, he was going to be free of his chains, free of his fears, free of The Scar-Face Reaper. If he died, he would at least have fun before he did.

"Where are you going?" Shouted Hauswirth, concerned about the safety of J-JOE.

"I'm ending this, I'm the final girl after all." Replied J-JOE, "If I die, then that's a pretty shitty ending, don't you think?"

"You're not going alone, I'm coming with you." Hauswirth didn't ask, she demanded, "You have better chances with two people rather than one."

"Thanks a lot." J-JOE yelled back.

Mindlessly wandering into the dark hallways of the hospital, the quiet atmosphere of the area became very noisy for J-JOE. He couldn't help it, he needed to have fun, now. The closer he got to his goal, the more excited he became, his pace quickened, his steps picked up, and he even began to laugh and bounce a little on the spot.

"Just a little further, just a little bit longer." J-JOE sang to himself. As he did, he bumped into a light. The noise startled him and he dropped his hand, which was holding his phone and began to fumble around for it. J-JOE had not been paying attention for a moment and his actions would cost him. The light was actually a very small emergency light set to go off whenever it sensed motion. And although it was almost completely dead, the power supply was capable of providing enough voltage to send an annoying alarm to anyone in the area, including J-JOE.

J-JOE felt like he was losing his mind, he felt like he was going mad, and he had no control over it. All he wanted was his freedom, and he couldn't even have it because he was scared. He didn't want to live because he was afraid. He did not want to die because he didn't want to be a slasher victim. He wanted to live, so he was going to try and make it happen. It was as simple as that.

"What the fuck am I doing?" He asked himself. He wasn't feeling anything anymore, it was as if his emotions had completely deserted him. He couldn't feel fear anymore, it was if he felt so much of it in such a short time his brain couldn't produce the chemicals necessary anymore. But even as J-JOE had lost all his emotions, something that J-JOE really valued was his pride, his self respect, his courage, his confidence, and his ability to get his way. He didn't want to die because he was scared, but he did want to die because he had just to end The Scar-Face Reaper's reign.

The way J-JOE acted now, the way he walked, the way he looked, it was completely different than how he had previously. His steps were shorter, he moved quickly but he was more hesitant. He moved around like a zombie, but he wasn't. He didn't know what he was doing anymore. His mind was blank, his body and body language were giving him away. The last of his emotions were flowing out of his body and into the air. He was a zombie now, and he was lost. J-JOE was lost and he knew it.

J-JOE had no clue what the light was, he just wanted to know how to turn it off so he could go back to being a victim again. There were so many little things he was forgetting, J-JOE needed to keep things in mind, especially things that he would have to remember later. "I have to focus." He tried to keep his thoughts together. "I'm the final girl. I'm supposed to be the final girl, I'm the one that's going to save the day. The day is starting now, the sun is shining, I have to save the day!" J-JOE tried to make everything make sense in his head, he tried to remind himself why he was going to have to be strong, be confident, and be in control. He needed to know where he was going, he needed to know what he was doing, and he needed to remember the things he would need to know later. The more J-JOE thought about it, the more the plan in his head became more and more clear.

As Hauswirth and J-JOE explored the hospital cautiously, each step echoed in the empty halls. They went through doors, they went around turns, and they even went down some hallways. There was no one around, no one at all, but still they were careful to not make any noise. They could be heard clearly if they were in an area where there was activity, which there wasn't, but if one of them made a sound, it would come through the room and echo around the hospital. A room could have its own echo, and it could be very loud and very clear. If a noise was heard, the hospital would be filled with chaos and J-JOE would be found and the police would be called. J-JOE needed to keep the hospital clear for their own good, as much as they didn't want to kill him, they would if they were forced to.

The hallway they were in stretched on for a long time, which was surprising to J-JOE, he thought the hospital would be smaller, but there was a lot of space between each room and each corridor, he just didn't know how big the hospital was. He was worried, they had been walking for quite a while and they hadn't even reached their exit point yet. There were so many rooms on the way that J-JOE didn't know where to go. He wanted to just stop and figure out how to get out, he was scared and didn't know what to do, but he didn't want to stop. He was the final girl, he was meant to be the final girl, he had to be the final girl.

Hauswirth was worried too, she could see the panic in J-JOE's eyes, "Should we backtrack?" she asked him.

J-JOE shook his head quickly, "No, not until I find him."

"J-JOE!"

"Hauswirth, keep quiet, and help me," he whispered, she nodded and they kept walking.

The hallway wasn't very bright, there were only a few lights and the hospital seemed dark and foreboding. J-JOE had no weapon but his camera, which really wouldn't help in a confrontation, but it would blind The Scar-Face Reaper, so there's that. They continued down the hallways, passing through multiple types of corridors; it reminded him of the game 'PT'. He knew Hauswirth was right with the idea of backtracking, but he didn't want to take the risk that they would fall victim to The Scar-Face Reaper's trap; if he had any at all.

"What if he doesn't back down?"

"Then we kill him," J-JOE whispered back.

Hauswirth nodded, J-JOE had a point, it was a bit odd to think of someone who had been deemed a threat to society as nothing more than a criminal, but they did and he was a criminal, he was a criminal in life, he was a criminal in the world of the dead. They had to kill him, he was killing them with his words. They would have to keep to themselves, and move quickly. They had to stay focused. He stopped in front of a door, he didn't know how he knew it was the exit, he just did. He looked up and down the hall, and down at the door. He had no idea what the door was like, if it would be locked or if it would be unlocked. He had to go with his gut, it was right and he had to trust that.

The door swung open, revealing nothing but a storage room; it held within it a bunch of boxes, some of them were stacked up and others were just plain boxes. Stepping into the room, J-JOE and Hauswirth looked around, J-JOE thought this room held something useful in it; he just felt it. Hauswirth was just as confused, she also thought that something was holding them back, some feeling of dread hung in the air around them, but no one knew why.

"It's just a bunch of boxes," Hauswirth said.

"That's not what I feel."

"Then what do you feel?" Asked Hauswirth.

"I just... I feel like there's something here that's going to be real handy soon," J-JOE searched the room, moving boxes gently in some areas, and knocking them over in others. He searched and searched until he found it; a box of fire axes. He pulled one out from the pile of boxes and handed it to Hauswirth; he did the same for himself.

Hauswirth stared at J-JOE, he was so weird she thought. There were just boxes, but he found a fire ax. Hauswirth couldn't believe it. She looked at the ax, it was small, and thin. It would be hard to use against a person, but when she looked at the blade, it was sharp, and well-sharpened, and it was even shiny. She could see her face in the blade, she could see her face reflected in it. The ax was beautiful, a thing of beauty and a joy forever. Hauswirth smiled as she held the ax, her hand was actually shaking as she held it. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with it, but J-JOE was so intense that she couldn't help but feel nervous, but she felt good.

"Why did you pick this one?" She asked, holding it up to her face.

J-JOE shook his head quickly, he didn't want to look at Hauswirth, it was rude. He looked down at the floor, "We need a weapon."

"Yes, but that was before," Hauswirth said. "I think this will do the job, don't you? We can't fight someone with a rock."

J-JOE nodded slowly, not trusting himself to speak. Hauswirth looked at him, he seemed so odd; she had to find out what he was thinking. She walked towards him and put her hand on his shoulder, "You ok?" She asked.

"I'm fine."

Hauswirth held the ax close to J-JOE's ear, "You're not fine, you're weird."

J-JOE looked up at her, "I just don't want to waste time talking about this, ok? We need to go."

"We need to kill him. We don't need to waste time, we need to kill him now," Hauswirth turned towards the door, "Let's get out of here."

They left the closet and returned to the empty, draining hallways of the hospital. J-JOE and Hauswirth both gripped their axes, their eyes darting back and forth, searching for signs of The Scar-Face Reaper. After a tense moment, the two of them started moving again. Their footsteps echoed along the damp, echoing halls. It was a weird feeling, moving through such a seemingly dead environment, their footsteps the only thing breaking the silence, as if The Reaper had never once materialized in front of their eyes. J-JOE turned to Hauswirth, who looked exhausted. "Man, I'm about ready to call it quits, man. This has been crazy, real creepy."

Hauswirth nodded, "Same here. Where do you think he would be?"

"I don't know, we've searched every hallway on this floor, maybe the cafeteria?" J-JOE shrugged.

"You're probably right." Hauswirth wiped his forehead with the back of his arm and continued. "Just keep walking and let's hope he doesn't come back. I don't want to risk a fight now." Hauswirth moved slowly down the hall. They both moved faster as they got closer to the far wall of the hospital and saw a sign which read Restricted Zone, Exit Only.

J-JOE had a weird suspicion that this could be the place he would encounter the Reaper. He knew that if he opened that door it could mean certain death, but at this point he didn't care; it was him or the Reaper, one of them was going to die, and it wasn't going to be him. Hauswirth stopped a few feet from the door and grabbed the handle. It was very strange, she always had a weird, nervous feeling when she approached this door, but tonight it seemed worse than any other time. The lights dimmed and a loud alarm sounded through the hallway. Hauswirth opened the door slowly and went in first, while J-JOE looked around nervously. He stepped in behind her. Hauswirth slowly walked forward. J-JOE stood in the doorway, frozen in place. After a few moments of silence, Hauswirth walked over and pushed him out of the way and started to look around, looking for the first time at the place he and Hauswirth entered.

The room itself had an ominous aura to it; it felt like where the protagonist would battle against the antagonist in one last standoff. It was as if the Reaper was here and waiting for them. Hauswirth made her way to a nearby table and bent down to check under the table, as J-JOE looked around, waiting for something to jump out at them. "What the...?" He turned his head and saw a large, heavy metal box, about two-and-a-half feet tall. He looked over to see Hauswirth standing up and holding it in her arms. He started to walk over, but before he had even made a move, Hauswirth set the box down on the floor and stepped back. "Don't touch."

"What's that thing? Looks like a coffin." J-Joe asked.

"Where are we?" Hauswirth didn't like that there was a coffin in the room. Curious, she looked around the room only to notice more coffins, "I think we're in the hospital's morgue."

"Well that's disturbing..." J-JOE muttered. Hauswirth gave him an apologetic look. J-JOE started walking around the room. He looked at the coffins in the room and noticed that each coffin was inscribed with a different name. Curious, he walked up to one of the labels and started to look around the room for something, "What the hell is this?"

Just then, a faint voice rang out in the room.

J-JOE and Hauswirth both looked around the room, their eyes darting everywhere.

"J-JOE. J-JOE. J-JOE." Hauswirth's eyes widened. J-JOE's heart pounded out of his chest. He looked over to her and saw the scared look in her eyes. "What?" J-JOE asked, in a panic.

"Come on out J-JOE, I'm not gonna hurt you that badly." The voice floated down from the ceiling and into the room, "Hahaha!" Hauswirth shot J-JOE with a look of desperation. He grabbed her, "What do we do?"

"What's happening?" Hauswirth breathed. Slowly the morgue door opened behind them, both unaware of the evil that entered, "It's time to kick-ass." The voice said. They both stared at the now half-open door; It was filled with shadows. A shadowy figure emerged from the room, "Found you!" The Scar-Face Reaper looked over at J-JOE and Hauswirth, grinning. "Well, well, well. You're not what I was expecting. So, who are you? I've never seen a face like yours." The Reaper grinned at Hauswirth.

"Fuck you!" Hauswirth screamed.

"That's a lot of anger to be holding inside for a human." The Reaper pointed his hand towards J-JOE, "You! I've been waiting for you, all the ways I've lost, the ways you've humiliated me by not dying; I've thought about it a lot."

"You little prick!" J-JOE shouted.

The Reaper looked at him with the kindest of eyes, "You think you're all that? You think you're the shit? Man, what an idiot. After all this time, I finally found you. And look at you, crying because you've lost your humanity. You've lost your purpose. You lost your own body. You've been living for your friend." The Reaper's face contorted, "Well guess what? He's dead, and I killed him."

J-JOE looked at Hauswirth, "Thomas's dead?" The Reaper smirked at him, "Yeah, it took me a long time to kill him, but you should've seen his lifeless body."

"Well then I won't feel as bad for what I'm about to do," J-JOE swung his ax at the Reaper, "LET'S KILL THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

The Reaper winced and moved his hand to the side, "Is that the voice of a coward? I wonder why you won't fight back like a man. Guess you can't go against a friend."

J-JOE threw the ax as hard as he could at the Reaper. The blade missed, and hit the wall. The Reaper chuckled, "Even so, you would still die. It's better that way. Your blood will run down my bat, and give me the strength to continue killing. This way, you'll only lose your life, while I have mine. Would you want that? To become just another statistic in my book? More people to use to get what I want?"

J-JOE made a fist and tried to hit the Reaper. The Reaper grabbed the ax and used it as a battering ram, hitting J-JOE. The force sent J-JOE through the wall and onto the floor below. The Reaper watched J-JOE slide down to the floor, then looked at Hauswirth, "Well, I guess I'll take your life as well. Now, please let me keep you alive in memory. You're much better off dead than under my control. You would see everything in this place burn, and you'll cry as the flames consume you. So, can you live with that? Will you allow me to keep you in my life through memory?"

"Fuck no!" Hauswirth screamed, "I don't care what happens to me, but you're fucking sick!"

The Reaper turned back to J-JOE, "Good, because this isn't even about you anymore. This is about all of us. It's about how we used to be, how we became, and how we die."

The Reaper ignored Hauswirth and turned his attention to J-JOE, "This world was always meant to be a world of death, a place of pain, a place where everything dies." The Reaper looked at J-JOE's body, which was lying on the floor below, "Now, we'll die. And you, you'll be left here to watch it all happen."

Hauswirth swung her ax at the Reaper, but the Reaper caught the weapon in one hand, "Enough!" he snapped, "Stop acting like a bitch! I can't think straight with you acting like this!" He tossed the ax to the ground and slammed his hands into Hauswirth's body, "DON'T YOU THINK IT'S AWFUL TO TURN ANOTHER HUMAN INTO A DISEASE, MOTHERFUCKER?!" The Reaper grabbed Hauswirth by the head, causing her face to crack. "I KNEW THAT ASHAMED ASSHOLE HAD TO DIE! WHY AM I SUCH A SLACKER, WHEN I JUST HAD TO HEAR THE DAMNED TRUTH?" The Reaper threw Hauswirth into the wall, leaving her limp body on the floor.

The Reaper left to go to J-JOE, until Hauswirth spoke, "You're such an idiot..."

The Reaper made a fist and pointed his finger at Hauswirth, "If you have to say something, then shut the fuck up! Do you have any idea what kind of pain I've felt for the past two days? Do you have any idea how hard I've fought to see this world succeed? How much it breaks my heart to see so many people come to me for help, only to be turned into walking corpses? All I wanted was for me to do my job in secret and J-JOE had to screw it up! Do you know what that's like?!"

"No, but you really should watch where you throw people." Hauswirth jokes.

"What are you talking about?" the Reaper asked.

"This." Hauswirth grabbed a defibrillator from the table next to her, and turned it on. The Reaper watched as Hauswirth's body began to shake and she began to convulse, "What is she doing?" He thought.

"I don't know." The Reaper replied to himself, "But I'm pretty sure it'll kill her."

The Reaper leaned in closer to Hauswirth, as she began to convulse in a coughing fit. She grabbed the defibrillator and aimed it at his face, electrocuting as the Reaper fell to the ground. A thin beam of red light wrapped around the Reaper's body, leaving a crimson ring around his body, "GOD DAMN IT! I'VE BEEN TRICKED!"

"That was the only way out." Hauswirth answered, "I just didn't know you'd actually die."

The Reaper gasped for air, "Not...going...to..." He said, but his voice sounded weaker than ever before.

Hauswirth moved the defibrillator away from his body, "See, I was wrong. I don't know why you'd risk so much for a one-man operation like this."

The Reaper looked around, "What the hell is this?" He said, his voice as faint as it was a moment ago.

"This...is the world you created." Hauswirth answered, "This is the world you can't control. This world of injustice, this world of crime, this world of decay." She left the defibrillator on the Reaper's body. "You think it's one thing to watch the lives you took coming back to haunt you, but it's another thing entirely to see the wrong it's caused."

"It's not my fault," the Reaper said, "I've fought the system."

"In order to do so, you'd have to go against your only reason for existing, which is J-JOE." Hauswirth responded, "Not to mention what you'd be doing to the rest of the world. You've already wasted so much, but you can't stop now. There is a war going on and it needs to be won; it's just, you won't be the winner."

"There's no war!" the Reaper screamed, "There's only crime! If there's a war, it's already lost!"

"See, that's where you're wrong." Hauswirth answered, "We just don't know it yet. We're going to need the opportunity to find out."

"I'm the only person who does what the cops don't, I stop the criminals perfectly and efficiently." The Reaper yelled back, "There is no crime, and I'm doing my job well! You're on the wrong side of this war! You're on the side of the criminals and J-JOE, he's on the wrong side of this!"

The Scar-Face Reaper tried to stand up, but his body ached from taking a defibrillator to the head, so any movement he made was slow and painful. He attempted to stand, his body convulsing in pain from the attempt. He managed to get up, but couldn't stand up straight, and he was now on his knees with the Scar-Face Reaper shaking and swaying back and forth.

Hauswirth kicked the Reaper's shin, knocking him back down, "Stop it!" the Reaper yelled. Hauswirth continued to kick the Reaper's shin whenever he tried to stand, "Ok, now I'm getting annoyed." The Scar-Face Reaper shouted.

Hauswirth kicked some more, "Stop it." The Scar-Face Reaper grabbed Hauswirth's leg, stopping her from kicking him, "Why do you protect him?" Asked the Reaper, "Why are you stopping me from killing him?"

"Because I would rather him live than you."

"You bitch!" The Scar-Face Reaper screamed.

Unbeknown to both of them, J-JOE had escaped from the floor below, and had already infiltrated the morgue. Cautiously, he approached The Scar-Face Reaper, trying not to ruin his element of surprise. Slowly, but surely, he made his way towards The Reaper, who had his back turned towards him. The Reaper started to feel uneasy as the figure began approaching him. As he turned around, The Reaper was greeted with the most gruesome sight. Blood was pooling from the holes in J-JOE's face.

J-JOE punched the Reaper as hard as he could; the Reaper was caught off-guard, and as The Scar-Face Reaper looked up to catch his attacker, J-JOE launched himself over him, landing on his face on the cold concrete floor. J-JOE grabbed the knife from the Reaper's pocket and flung it at The Reaper. He missed, but The Reaper was caught off-guard by the thrown knife, and stumbled back, losing his balance. J-JOE ran forward, and tackled The Reaper, knocking him to the floor. Before the Reaper could hit the floor, J-JOE grabbed The Reaper by the throat , and started choking him. The Reaper struggled, but he was too weak to fight back.

The Scar-Face Reaper struggled to break the hold of J-JOE, but J-JOE held tight. The Reaper could feel his grip on the neck of J-JOE was becoming tighter. Reaching desperately for anything, he stumbled upon his hunting knife that J-JOE had thrown. With the knife, he jabbed J-JOE in the stomach, J-JOE let out a cry, releasing his grip on the Reaper. The Reaper stood up, and hit J-JOE in the stomach.

"Bitch," he lifted his mask and spat.

As The Reaper looked down, he noticed J-JOE had a gaping hole in his stomach, he was bleeding out. Not wanting to kill him, The Reaper turned him over, he punched him, and sent him flying across the morgue, smashing into the concrete wall, "You fucking bastard!" he shouted. "This is what you get for fucking around with A GOD DAMN SUPERHERO!"

The Reaper went over to J-JOE, and rolled him over to check for a pulse. "He's still breathing." J-JOE was moaning, and the smell of blood and guts filled the room. The Scar-Face Reaper grabbed a knife from the wall, and took J-JOE by the throat, he lifted him up. "This is what you get for fucking around with a superhero, bitch! You don't want me, you want him. He's dead now." The Reaper threw J-JOE at the wall.

"Fuck you! You bastard!" J-JOE cried. He was bleeding out. He stood up and looked for something, anything that could be used to kill The Reaper. He saw a scalpel, "Heal!" he said, but The Reaper was faster, he grabbed the scalpel and threw it towards J-JOE. He missed. He turned his head, and saw that the scalpel had embedded itself into the wall. The Reaper pulled it out and stabbed J-JOE through the side of his neck.

"God, this hurts," J-JOE cried out. He couldn't even raise his hands, let alone defend himself.

The Reaper grabbed J-JOE by the neck, and began strangling him. The Reaper let out a laugh, "I win." He pulled out the scalpel and stabbed it through J-JOE's hand. The Reaper watched J-JOE's head rolling to the side, a pool of blood forming in the corner.

The Reaper pulled the scalpel out and threw it at the wall. He picked up the knife J-JOE had thrown at him, and stabbed J-JOE through the side of the neck.

"God, that's worse," J-JOE said as he looked up at the ceiling, he couldn't die now, he had to win the fight. The Reaper pulled the knife out of J-JOE's neck and thrust it in again, deeper this time. He stabbed J-JOE in the eye. J-JOE's head twisted to the side, but The Reaper was still standing. J-JOE cried out, "You stupid bitch! You can't kill me, you're too late! We're done!" J-JOE grabbed the knife from the wall and stabbed the Scar-Face Reaper in his cheek, piercing through his mask.

The Scar-Face Reaper dropped J-JOE out of pain, "Bitch!" J-JOE cried, and stabbed The Reaper in the knee, The Reaper grunted. He fell to the floor. J-JOE looked at The Reaper and laughed, "I win, again. You couldn't even win against an average mortal." J-JOE lifted his mask, and began to laugh hysterically, his blood trickling down the scalpel. "So, what does the loser get? A quick death? I don't think so. I'm going to enjoy this for a long time. I win, this is what you get. You could not even beat a superhero, or a normal mortal, or even the final girl - Me! You're no match for me, bitch."

The Scar-Face Reaper held his head in his hands. He was weak from J-JOE's attack. J-JOE stepped on The Reaper's head and sat on it. "It's nice to know, the Reaper's a coward," he said. J-JOE began ripping his own shirt, and using the pieces to stab The Reaper. As he felt the knife slip into him, he started screaming in pain. J-JOE lifted his foot off The Reaper's head, and he grabbed his hunting knife from the floor. He stabbed The Scar-Face Reaper's eye, and laughed, "That's it, you're done!" He was going to do it. J-JOE put the knife in his mouth, and bit down hard.

"Fuck!" he began to scream. J-JOE lifted his foot off the Reaper's head, and let him go, he fell to the floor.

"Bitch!" The Reaper shouted, "I'm going to be the one to end you! I'm going to kill you! This is what you get for fucking around with a SUPERHERO!" He stood up and lunged towards J-JOE, who lifted his knife high above his head.

"The Reaper has a life, but I have a knife!" J-JOE shouted. He threw it with his right hand, aiming for his face. J-JOE struck the Reaper, who hit the floor. J-JOE began stabbing the Reaper, "This is going to hurt! I'm going to make it hurt!"

"You bastard!" the Scar-Face Reaper grabbed J-JOE by the throat, and proceeded to choke him again, "No!" J-JOE said, as his eyes closed. The Reaper punched J-JOE in the stomach, and he heard him splatter onto the floor. He grabbed J-JOE by the throat again and started strangling him. He pulled J-JOE close to him, then proceeded to rip his shirt off. He grabbed his face, and punched it as hard as he could. He punched it again, and again. He pulled his head back to look at it, and screamed, "I fucking hate you! I'm going to hurt you! Do you hear me? I'm going to hurt you!"

J-JOE turned his head to the side. "You're not going to do it." J-JOE grabbed his knife from the floor, and stabbed The Scar-Face Reaper in the chest. The Reaper was knocked back by the force. "You're going to feel this." J-JOE stood up and grabbed his hand. He pushed it into his chest, J-JOE was pushing it through. The Reaper let out a loud cry of pain, and fell to the floor. J-JOE began to stab The Reaper's eyes, the blade piercing through his face, he was now stabbing his eyes out.

"This hurts. It hurts so bad," the Reaper let out a scream, and began to writhe around on the floor. J-JOE held his arm out, and kept pressing. He looked at The Reaper, and watched as the eyes popped out. He stabbed his face one last time, and pulled the knife out. "I win!" J-JOE said, and started laughing.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to take a long time over this! It's going to hurt!" The Scar-Face Reaper grabbed J-JOE by the throat, lifted him in the air, and slammed him through the floor. The Scar-Face Reaper jumped down, elbow dropping onto J-JOE. He took the opportunity to pull the knife from J-JOE's hand. The Reaper began to stab J-JOE's chest, J-JOE screamed as the knife pierced his heart.

The Scar-Face Reaper fell to his knees. "Bitch! You stupid, bitch! This is what you get!" He began to stab J-JOE again. The Reaper stopped. He removed the knife from J-JOE's chest and threw it onto the floor, "No! Stop! Don't you fucking touch me! You're going to pay for this! You're going to die! I'm going to win, this is how I end you! This is what I deserve!" He punched the wall and the ceiling, he punched anything he could, and grabbed the knife from the floor, and stabbed J-JOE's kidney.

J-JOE grabbed a rock from the rubble caused by his fall, and smashed the Reaper's head with it. The Reaper fell to his knees and began to scream. "You're going to die!" J-JOE grabbed the knife from the Scar-Face Reaper's hand. He began to stab him, every two seconds, J-JOE's back grew wet with blood.

"It's going to be worse for you!" J-JOE stood up and took a step back. He began to feel ill, and his mouth was dry. J-JOE saw blood on his hands and he started to shiver. J-JOE grabbed the knife from the Scar-Face Reaper's hand, he was trembling. J-JOE looked at the Scar-Face Reaper and cried, "You're going to die. I'm going to fucking kill you!" He stabbed him in the face. The Scar-Face Reaper grabbed J-JOE, "No, no!" he cried, but he couldn't stop J-JOE from stabbing him in the face. J-JOE stood there, breathing heavily. He took out his hunting knife. J-JOE stared at The Reaper, and smiled, "What do you say now, bitch? Will you shut your trap now?" J-JOE held the knife in his hand, and leaned down.

"You're a fucking coward!" J-JOE stood up, breathing heavily. He looked at The Reaper and said, "Now, I'm going to enjoy this." J-JOE grabbed The Scar-Face Reaper's hand with the knife in it. J-JOE began to stab The Reaper in the neck, the knife piercing through the shoulder. The Reaper cried out in pain. He grabbed J-JOE by the neck and throat, and punched him in the face. J-JOE fell to his knees, coughing up blood.

"You're going to die! You're going to fucking die!" The Reaper strangled J-JOE, the knife slipping through his fingers. He put all his weight on J-JOE, and continued to strangle him. J-JOE let out a cry, then stopped breathing. The Scar-Face Reaper let go of J-JOE and let his body fall to the ground, he then ripped off a door and proceeded to beat J-JOE with it. Blood was splattered across the walls, the ground was stained with it, the Reaper was panting and struggling for breath, J-JOE had no chance of survival. "I fucking hate you!" The Reaper painted the door in blood. The Reaper sliced J-JOE's throat, from front to back. The blood flew into the air. "Fuck! No!" The Reaper cried. He continued to cry for a long time. He fell to the floor. "I'm going to keep killing you. I'm going to keep killing you, until you shut your fucking mouth! Until you stop with the bullshit! You bitch!" The Reaper pulled the knife from his own neck, the Reaper stopped when he felt the door sink into the floor.

He picked it up and tried to shove it through J-JOE's throat. It was stuck. "I'm going to fuck you up! I'm going to make this so bad, you're going to wish you were dead! You were always lucky, but this time, I'm going to make sure you die!" He continued to stab the door in the floor. The room was stained red with blood. J-JOE let out a weak moan, "You have a small penis..."

The Reaper stabbed J-JOE in the stomach. J-JOE cried out, "...you always did." The Reaper stopped and stared at J-JOE, his eyes filled with tears. The Reaper held up the knife, "...you had a small penis..." J-JOE's words cut him to the bone. The Reaper threw the knife to the floor. "Why did this bastard just die already?" Though the Scar-Face Reaper. J-JOE grabbed his chest, blood was pouring out of his mouth, nose and ears. "The blood..." The Reaper looked down at J-JOE. He felt tears running down his own face. He picked up the knife again and stabbed J-JOE in the stomach, the knife sticking out of the ribs. J-JOE groaned in pain. "I'm going to cut your fucking heart out!" The Reaper cried. J-JOE was lying on the ground. "You bitch! You're going to bleed to death!" The Reaper grabbed J-JOE by the hair and started to cut J-JOE's neck. J-JOE's eyes were closed. His mouth was hanging open. Blood from his lips and nose and ears were pouring into his eyes. The Scar-Face Reaper kept on cutting, J-JOE was looking at the ceiling, a small stream of blood trickling down his forehead.

"JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY?!" Shouted the Reaper. He stopped when he heard a noise. The Scar-Face Reaper dropped J-JOE, and turned around to find an ax lying there, "What the hell? Why is this here?" Thought the Reaper. He approached the ax, but was caught off guard when suddenly J-JOE tackled him. "Get the fuck off me!" The Reaper yelled. J-JOE had the ax in his hand. The Reaper picked up a chair and hit J-JOE on the back with it, but J-JOE was ready for that, and picked up the chair, smashed it on the back of the Reaper's neck, then on his shoulder. The Reaper fell to the ground, and began to scream in pain. J-JOE started to run for the door. "This fucking son of bitch!" The Reaper started running after J-JOE. "I'm going to find you, son of a bitch, and I'm going to kill you." The Reaper ran after J-JOE. J-JOE ran as fast as he could. He ran through a door, and the Scar-Face Reaper then saw two corpses hanging from the ceiling.

"What the hell?" The Reaper thought, he ran through the door. "Hang them up, so their blood can drip down the walls!" The Scar-Face Reaper stood in front of the other two hanging corpses.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Shouted the Reaper. The Reaper walked towards the first hanging corpse. He reached up and grabbed it, and pulled it down, the man's face was smashed. The Reaper was covered in blood, and his shirt was stained red. He went through the door, and saw another two hanging corpses, and pulled them down too, his face was covered with blood. He walked back into the room where J-JOE was. He was in front of the door, he was breathing heavily. "Get the fuck up!" The Reaper yelled. J-JOE didn't move. "Get the fuck up!" The Reaper pulled J-JOE up by his hair, "Get the fuck up, or I'm going to fucking kill you!" J-JOE tried to stand, but fell down, blood came from his nose, mouth and ears. The Reaper punched J-JOE, and kept punching him in the stomach.

"Get up! Get up! Get up!" The Reaper kept on punching J-JOE in the stomach. J-JOE was lying down on the ground. "Get up! Get up!" The Reaper pushed J-JOE, he stood up. He fell to the ground. The Reaper kept punching J-JOE in the stomach, J-JOE was crying, his eyes were bloodshot. The Reaper held J-JOE by the head and said, "Look at me! Look at me!" J-JOE looked up at the Reaper, the man had no expression in his eyes. "You motherfucker!" The Reaper screamed, "Look at me! Look at me!" J-JOE looked back at the Reaper. His face was covered in blood. J-JOE then opened his mouth and let out a moan. J-JOE was bleeding from every orifice.

"You son of a bitch!" The Reaper punched J-JOE in the stomach. J-JOE moaned, then looked at the Reaper. "I'm going to cut your fucking heart out! I'm going to cut your fucking heart out!" The Reaper grabbed J-JOE by the head and started cutting. J-JOE cried out. His body started to twitch, and he fell to the ground. J-JOE was breathing heavily.

The Reaper continued to slice, the knife going through J-JOE's body. Without care, he mindlessly sliced his body to pieces. The Reaper was panting, J-JOE had no chance. "You're going to die..." The Reaper took his knife, and stabbed J-JOE through his eyes, the knife pierced through his eyelids, then continued into his skull. The Reaper cried out in pain. He was crying, the tears flowing from his eyes. "You were always lucky..." The Reaper then stabbed J-JOE in the heart. He stood up, a smile on his face. J-JOE was lying in pieces on the ground. The Reaper walked up to J-JOE, he picked up his foot and placed it on J-JOE's body. J-JOE was covered in blood, his face and head covered in blood. The Reaper let out a chuckle.

J-JOE was laughing, and coughing. "You bastard... You bitch..." The Reaper let out a yell, the sound deafening in the room. "FUCK! No!" J-JOE took a knife out of his back, and used it to slit the Reaper's throat. The Scar-Face Reaper fell to the floor. J-JOE picked up a bucket and filled it with blood. He poured it all over the Scar-Face Reaper. The Reaper was laying in a pool of blood.

"What the fuck, what the fuck?" The Reaper started to scream, he got up and jumped at J-JOE. "Die! Die, you bitch!" J-JOE pushed the Scar-Face Reaper, and he landed on the bucket. He was soaked in blood, a piece of his intestines were sticking out. J-JOE grabbed a knife, he stabbed the Scar-Face Reaper in the neck. Blood sprayed out. J-JOE grabbed the Scar-Face Reaper by his head and pulled it towards him. J-JOE was in pain. The Scar-Face Reaper's body went limp, his eyes closed. J-JOE went over to the Scar-Face Reaper and cut his throat.

Both J-JOE and The Scar-Face Reaper were weak from battle, they were both covered in blood. J-JOE and the Scar-Face Reaper had their faces close together. They were looking into each other's eyes, tears were streaming down both of their faces. J-JOE started laughing, and coughing. J-JOE was breathing heavily, and coughing up blood., and then, "I love you J-JOE." J-JOE had his hand on the Scar-Face Reaper's neck. He looked up at J-JOE, and smiled. He knew this was Thomas speaking, J-JOE kissed the Scar-Face Reaper on the forehead.

"You will always be in my heart J-JOE." The Reaper said, "But I can't save you from me."

"So, I will see you in my dreams." J-JOE said.

"Yes, and you will still be my love." The Reaper said, then closed his eyes. The Reaper was lying on the ground, with blood covering his face. The Reaper was dead, his eyes closed. J-JOE stood in front of him, he pulled the knife from the Scar-Face Reaper's neck. He leaned over and started to cry. He held the knife in his hands. He had just done the unthinkable, killed The Scar-Face Reaper. He had finished his mission, he thought he would be a lot more triumphant, but when he saw Thomas peek through the monstrous exterior of The Scar-Face Reaper, he realized he just killed his best friend.

J-JOE fell to the floor, and was covered in blood, blood was oozing from his body, and J-JOE was bleeding from every orifice. J-JOE had just killed his best friend, his best friend was now dead, J-JOE lay down in a pool of his own blood. J-JOE started to laugh, and cough. "You killed him, you fucking idiot." J-JOE said. J-JOE then fell to the floor. He coughed, and laughed. He was still covered in blood. J-JOE passed out due to his injuries.