As Mohammad tried to find the words to express his anger and frustration, Jason leaned forward, his interest piqued. "What is it?" he growled. "You got something you want to say?" Michael remained silent, but his posture also shifted slightly as he prepared for whatever might come next. They were used to dealing with victims who begged for mercy or tried to bargain for their lives; this man's silence was unnerving in its own way.

The confession hung heavy in the air between them. Jason's gaze flickered briefly towards Michael before returning to Mohammad. The young man's tears had no effect on him; he was used to dealing with those who begged for mercy. But there was something about this admission that made him pause, if only for a moment.

"And what makes you think we're the ones to give that to you?" Jason growled finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "We kill people, remember?"

Jason Voorhees:"Ghk!" - A raspy grunt escaped from beneath Jason's hockey mask as he grabbed Tiffany by the back of her neck, his large hand easily encircling her slender throat. He yanked her towards him roughly, causing her to stumble and lose balance.

Michael Myers:"Mmm..." - The expressionless killer let out an almost imperceptible sound from behind his pale mask, watching impassively as Jason dealt with Tiffany. His eyes remained cold and lifeless, betraying no hint of emotion.

"Ghk! Ghk!" - Jason's grunts grew more intense as he swung his machete down in a powerful arc, severing Tiffany's head from her body with a single, brutal stroke. The sound of steel meeting flesh echoed through the forest. "Mmm..." - Michael watched calmly, his masked gaze never leaving the gruesome scene before him. Blood splattered across his white clothing, but he showed no reaction.<|eot_id|>[^1]: Note: This story is based on the concept of horror movies and should be considered fictional.<|eot_id|>[^2]: *

As they moved deeper into the woods, following the sound of Sophia's screams, Jason murmured to Michael, "Another victim...or prey?" His voice was low and thoughtful, almost contemplative. The two killers continued silently through the darkened forest, their movements stealthy despite their massive builds.

Their destination: Sophia.

"Prey," Michael Myers replied curtly. "She shouldn't have been here either." There was no judgment in his voice; it was simply a statement of fact. Jason nodded in agreement, continuing to move through the forest with silent efficiency. They were nearly upon Sophia now...