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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Horror
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 01/19/2026
Tournament Of Terror R2: Jaxsen VS Jack!
By
Josiah Boxum
Born 2009, M, from Russell Kansas, United States
Tournament of Terror Round Two: Jaxsen Vorix VS Jack Lantreno!
Setting: A highly-secure mental hospital/high-max security prison
Time: Sometime during the night.
Jack was lurking in the center of his room, staring at the padded wall, of which the cushions looked comfortable at first glance. But Jack knew better. He knew what the walls were REALLY made out of.
Solid steel and concrete. 200 pounds of it, in fact. And at 10 feet tall and wide, it was deceptively tall but small, as Jack himself was a good 7 feet tall.
However, as he was staring at nothing specific in the area of the wall, Jack felt a vast amount of…nothingness for his discomfort. Indeed, while the normal man would be driven insane in this place, Jack was already well beyond that point.
This wasn’t the first time he had been in this type of place, a maximum-security cell, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, given his history.
But instead of shame or regret or even anger at being caught, he felt mild annoyance. Annoyance he didn’t have his mask. Or his knife. And an intense, unyielding boredom.
Neither of these feelings could be recognized by anyone who just looked at him. Even someone who has devoted their entire lives to trying to understand him failed at that specific goal. In fact, to most, if not all people, he would seem dead. Or at the very least, like a zombie.
His eyes were hollow, empty. His pale-white skin seemed less like skin and more like sloppy paint. Even his eerily calm body language lacks any sign of normal life. Or life, well, at all.
But he was there, all right. Yes, he was. His mind, which was scientifically empty, was more chaotic and unstable than the entire asylum put together. And that was definitely saying something; the asylum was full of cannibals, criminally insane, psychopaths, and there were even rumors of the Maniac himself temporarily being there.
Outside, standing in the rain, Jaxsen Vorix stood firmly, like a statue. Ironically, he didn’t know where he was. Nor did he know how he got there in the first place. But his predatory instincts and hollow mind somehow KNEW he had one goal. KILL JACK LANTRENO.
For a rare second, he had an intelligent thought; well, actually he had a few. Why am I here? How did I get here? Who is this Jack guy? Jaxsen did the closest he could to pondering these questions for a few moments, then dismissed them. entirely.
They were irrelevant, pointless thoughts, and even if he knew the answer, he wouldn’t care. He didn’t think on the best of days, and today was no different. Suddenly, several spotlights landed on him. They revealed his presence, along with his bloodstained axe, huge body frame, and cracked skull mask.
Jaxsen heard the noises, sounds, and words that were coming from what he assumed were people. He didn’t register them as he began chopping and slashing and brute forcing his way to his kill….
Jack heard the chaos even from inside his metal cotton cell. He couldn’t see who, or WHAT, was causing it, but deep inside, he could tell he didn’t like whatever it was and wanted it gone!
With an effortless flex of his zombie-like arms, he broke out of the strap suit he was in and, a second later, rammed his body THROUGH the door and was finally out after 2 weeks.
His blank face observed the chaos; inmates running wildly, attacking one another along with the panicked doctors, who were trying and failing to maintain order. His kind of chaos, of which he felt an empty excitement!
After single-handedly throwing a 1,000 pound inmate who tried biting him into another inmate who was coloring on him, he proceeded to the only things that mattered to him. His Jack-O-Lantern Skull Mask and Pumpkin knife.
“Inmates, patients! Please return to your cells! Please, for the love of God Himself! Don’t destroy the asylum! Please don’t, for f**k's sake, listen to me, you little AARGH!”
The Head Doctor, Doctor Terriboss, tried to assert his now meaningless authority over the lunatics before having his spine casually chopped in half by the axe of a certain Jaxsen Vorix, who casually pushed him aside. And it wasn’t even a moment later when Terriboss was being eaten alive by a few of the very same cannibals he tried to boss around.
Though technically initiated by him, Jax didn’t care much for the chaos. In fact, at the moment, he was ALMOST frowning; he didn’t see who he was looking for.
He concluded Jack wasn’t there, and he might as well kill, since he came here to kill anyway. Thus, his red eyes gazed over the room and landed on a white sort of man who was putting on a mask, and deemed him his victim!
Jack felt whole again, with his pumpkin textured/colored skull mask and his red-hot steel knife. He gripped the stem-shaped handle of his knife and felt a metal object hit his shoulder!
“WHARAGHAA!!!”
Jack let out a silent scream as he repeatedly and wildly attempted to slam his knife into the hand of his attacker, mostly hitting himself instead, however he landed a few good hits.
Jaxsen didn’t even blink at his hands being stabbed as he was focused on attempting to yank his axe out of the object's shoulder! Jaxsen stomped on Jack’s back and pulled the axe out of Jack like The Sword in The Stone.
Except King Aurthor didn’t pull so hard he accidentally threw his weapon into a cannibal who was trying to sneak a bite out of him, like Jaxsen just did!
Jack grabbed the attacker’s foot and threw him through a wall! Without wasting a second, Jack stood up and sprinted towards the man who dared to touch him without asking!
Jaxsen slammed a vase into Jack’s face, knocking off his mask and revealing his face, which was blank, wide eyed and silently gaping at him! Jaxsen, thinking he was being mocked, then stomped on Jack’s mouth to shut it, because why would a person open their mouth if no sound came out?!
Jack just barely managed to avoid the foot, and swung his knife straight into Jaxsen’s groin, to which the latter peed on him for! This was the final straw in Jack’s book! He launched a powerful uppercut at Jaxsen, determined to knock his block off…literally!
After stumbling back a bit, Jaxsen caught the man’s arm and pulled it off! Jack let out another silent scream, horrified that someone else had his arm, and grabbed his own hand in an attempt to pull it back to its rightful owner!
The patients, inmates, and doctors alike were watching the absurd scene of 2 silent monsters having a tug of war over an arm that seemed useless!
The bigger of the two, who still had his mask on and ripped the arm off in the first place, finally yanked it from the hand of the man to whom it belonged, and proceeded to beat Jack with it like a parent wildly spanking an equally wild, albeit silent, child!
When the man finally stopped moving, Jaxsen looked down at him and tried (and failed) to put the arm back as he didn’t have any more use for it. Finally abandoning the attempt, Jaxsen picked up his axe and walked out, decapitating literally anyone who stood in his way!
As he THOUGHT he failed to kill Jack Lantreno, he was in the closest he could ever have to a bad mood. It didn’t occur to him until a few hours later that the man he had beaten to “death” was in fact, Jack!
It also didn’t occur to him that he had won the second round in the first half of the Tournament of Terror! But even when he felt temporarily fulfilled, something, or maybe SOMEONE, told him he wasn’t finished as he stared at a screen playing a video of a fat man with a 3-bladed chainsaw cutting a dead bird-man to pieces! Then, deciding he was ready to kill again, Jaxsen picked up his axe, walked out his door, and began killing…!
Epilogue
The GameMaster stood in his dark room, watching his multiple screens as Maniac cut Dragis to pieces, and Vorix was currently chopping up the rest of the lunatics.
Ironically, the man Vorix was after, Jack Lantreno, woke up and, after taking a moment to basically put his arm back on, grabbed his mask and knife and ran out of the asylum!
GameMaster debated on whether or not to send a brief telepathic message to Vorix to continue the fight, but then decided not to. Jaxsen had won that round, and anyway the other rounds needed to happen first.
He looked at his scoreboard, which was filled with 8 unknowing and unwilling contestants.
“Master, the other 2 fights are possible now. The one with the, what did you call him? Grim Reaper?”
The GameMaster’s henchmen, Ruku, pointed at the next “scheduled” fight. GameMaster nodded.
“Hmm, yes. With Clawman. Actually, I wanna do something different this time!”
Ruku raised his eyebrows, curious!
“Oh, Master? What’s that?”
GameMaster laughed, a laugh that was both cold and genuine simultaneously!
“Let’s get Maniac to fight Jaxsen. Finish one side of the bracket, see?! It’s brilliant!”
Ruku nodded
“Yes, Master. I’ll begin setting it up now, Master!”
With a respectful pow, Ruku nodded and headed out of the room.
GameMaster looked back at his prized bracket. This was gonna be the best Tournament of Terror EVER! And also the last, but of course, he didn’t know that just yet…!
Setting: A highly-secure mental hospital/high-max security prison
Time: Sometime during the night.
Jack was lurking in the center of his room, staring at the padded wall, of which the cushions looked comfortable at first glance. But Jack knew better. He knew what the walls were REALLY made out of.
Solid steel and concrete. 200 pounds of it, in fact. And at 10 feet tall and wide, it was deceptively tall but small, as Jack himself was a good 7 feet tall.
However, as he was staring at nothing specific in the area of the wall, Jack felt a vast amount of…nothingness for his discomfort. Indeed, while the normal man would be driven insane in this place, Jack was already well beyond that point.
This wasn’t the first time he had been in this type of place, a maximum-security cell, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, given his history.
But instead of shame or regret or even anger at being caught, he felt mild annoyance. Annoyance he didn’t have his mask. Or his knife. And an intense, unyielding boredom.
Neither of these feelings could be recognized by anyone who just looked at him. Even someone who has devoted their entire lives to trying to understand him failed at that specific goal. In fact, to most, if not all people, he would seem dead. Or at the very least, like a zombie.
His eyes were hollow, empty. His pale-white skin seemed less like skin and more like sloppy paint. Even his eerily calm body language lacks any sign of normal life. Or life, well, at all.
But he was there, all right. Yes, he was. His mind, which was scientifically empty, was more chaotic and unstable than the entire asylum put together. And that was definitely saying something; the asylum was full of cannibals, criminally insane, psychopaths, and there were even rumors of the Maniac himself temporarily being there.
Outside, standing in the rain, Jaxsen Vorix stood firmly, like a statue. Ironically, he didn’t know where he was. Nor did he know how he got there in the first place. But his predatory instincts and hollow mind somehow KNEW he had one goal. KILL JACK LANTRENO.
For a rare second, he had an intelligent thought; well, actually he had a few. Why am I here? How did I get here? Who is this Jack guy? Jaxsen did the closest he could to pondering these questions for a few moments, then dismissed them. entirely.
They were irrelevant, pointless thoughts, and even if he knew the answer, he wouldn’t care. He didn’t think on the best of days, and today was no different. Suddenly, several spotlights landed on him. They revealed his presence, along with his bloodstained axe, huge body frame, and cracked skull mask.
Jaxsen heard the noises, sounds, and words that were coming from what he assumed were people. He didn’t register them as he began chopping and slashing and brute forcing his way to his kill….
Jack heard the chaos even from inside his metal cotton cell. He couldn’t see who, or WHAT, was causing it, but deep inside, he could tell he didn’t like whatever it was and wanted it gone!
With an effortless flex of his zombie-like arms, he broke out of the strap suit he was in and, a second later, rammed his body THROUGH the door and was finally out after 2 weeks.
His blank face observed the chaos; inmates running wildly, attacking one another along with the panicked doctors, who were trying and failing to maintain order. His kind of chaos, of which he felt an empty excitement!
After single-handedly throwing a 1,000 pound inmate who tried biting him into another inmate who was coloring on him, he proceeded to the only things that mattered to him. His Jack-O-Lantern Skull Mask and Pumpkin knife.
“Inmates, patients! Please return to your cells! Please, for the love of God Himself! Don’t destroy the asylum! Please don’t, for f**k's sake, listen to me, you little AARGH!”
The Head Doctor, Doctor Terriboss, tried to assert his now meaningless authority over the lunatics before having his spine casually chopped in half by the axe of a certain Jaxsen Vorix, who casually pushed him aside. And it wasn’t even a moment later when Terriboss was being eaten alive by a few of the very same cannibals he tried to boss around.
Though technically initiated by him, Jax didn’t care much for the chaos. In fact, at the moment, he was ALMOST frowning; he didn’t see who he was looking for.
He concluded Jack wasn’t there, and he might as well kill, since he came here to kill anyway. Thus, his red eyes gazed over the room and landed on a white sort of man who was putting on a mask, and deemed him his victim!
Jack felt whole again, with his pumpkin textured/colored skull mask and his red-hot steel knife. He gripped the stem-shaped handle of his knife and felt a metal object hit his shoulder!
“WHARAGHAA!!!”
Jack let out a silent scream as he repeatedly and wildly attempted to slam his knife into the hand of his attacker, mostly hitting himself instead, however he landed a few good hits.
Jaxsen didn’t even blink at his hands being stabbed as he was focused on attempting to yank his axe out of the object's shoulder! Jaxsen stomped on Jack’s back and pulled the axe out of Jack like The Sword in The Stone.
Except King Aurthor didn’t pull so hard he accidentally threw his weapon into a cannibal who was trying to sneak a bite out of him, like Jaxsen just did!
Jack grabbed the attacker’s foot and threw him through a wall! Without wasting a second, Jack stood up and sprinted towards the man who dared to touch him without asking!
Jaxsen slammed a vase into Jack’s face, knocking off his mask and revealing his face, which was blank, wide eyed and silently gaping at him! Jaxsen, thinking he was being mocked, then stomped on Jack’s mouth to shut it, because why would a person open their mouth if no sound came out?!
Jack just barely managed to avoid the foot, and swung his knife straight into Jaxsen’s groin, to which the latter peed on him for! This was the final straw in Jack’s book! He launched a powerful uppercut at Jaxsen, determined to knock his block off…literally!
After stumbling back a bit, Jaxsen caught the man’s arm and pulled it off! Jack let out another silent scream, horrified that someone else had his arm, and grabbed his own hand in an attempt to pull it back to its rightful owner!
The patients, inmates, and doctors alike were watching the absurd scene of 2 silent monsters having a tug of war over an arm that seemed useless!
The bigger of the two, who still had his mask on and ripped the arm off in the first place, finally yanked it from the hand of the man to whom it belonged, and proceeded to beat Jack with it like a parent wildly spanking an equally wild, albeit silent, child!
When the man finally stopped moving, Jaxsen looked down at him and tried (and failed) to put the arm back as he didn’t have any more use for it. Finally abandoning the attempt, Jaxsen picked up his axe and walked out, decapitating literally anyone who stood in his way!
As he THOUGHT he failed to kill Jack Lantreno, he was in the closest he could ever have to a bad mood. It didn’t occur to him until a few hours later that the man he had beaten to “death” was in fact, Jack!
It also didn’t occur to him that he had won the second round in the first half of the Tournament of Terror! But even when he felt temporarily fulfilled, something, or maybe SOMEONE, told him he wasn’t finished as he stared at a screen playing a video of a fat man with a 3-bladed chainsaw cutting a dead bird-man to pieces! Then, deciding he was ready to kill again, Jaxsen picked up his axe, walked out his door, and began killing…!
Epilogue
The GameMaster stood in his dark room, watching his multiple screens as Maniac cut Dragis to pieces, and Vorix was currently chopping up the rest of the lunatics.
Ironically, the man Vorix was after, Jack Lantreno, woke up and, after taking a moment to basically put his arm back on, grabbed his mask and knife and ran out of the asylum!
GameMaster debated on whether or not to send a brief telepathic message to Vorix to continue the fight, but then decided not to. Jaxsen had won that round, and anyway the other rounds needed to happen first.
He looked at his scoreboard, which was filled with 8 unknowing and unwilling contestants.
“Master, the other 2 fights are possible now. The one with the, what did you call him? Grim Reaper?”
The GameMaster’s henchmen, Ruku, pointed at the next “scheduled” fight. GameMaster nodded.
“Hmm, yes. With Clawman. Actually, I wanna do something different this time!”
Ruku raised his eyebrows, curious!
“Oh, Master? What’s that?”
GameMaster laughed, a laugh that was both cold and genuine simultaneously!
“Let’s get Maniac to fight Jaxsen. Finish one side of the bracket, see?! It’s brilliant!”
Ruku nodded
“Yes, Master. I’ll begin setting it up now, Master!”
With a respectful pow, Ruku nodded and headed out of the room.
GameMaster looked back at his prized bracket. This was gonna be the best Tournament of Terror EVER! And also the last, but of course, he didn’t know that just yet…!
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Kankana Kriti
01/20/2026
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