I hate Friday the 13th. All the crazies come out. Take my latest E Op mission: a trail of death caused by what seemed to be two serial killers. It was easy enough to track them to an empty parking lot.

"Hello, brother," said one with burned skin and no eyelids.

"It's been awhile, Jeff," said the other, who had cut scars along his face.

"Are you still upset over me stabbing you, Liu?"

"It's time for you to sleep. But first, our unwanted guest." Suddenly, Liu threw a knife at me; it cut through my white jacket. I groaned in pain. That shouldn't have happened. I was an astral projection...a ghost. The knife, and these two, must have some kind of supernatural abilities.

"Awww," said Jeff, "where's the fun in killing a ghost when we have such..." he caressed his knife, "history?"

"There can be no witnesses."

"Fine. But, I get him."

Suddenly, the two charged at me. With a flick of my wrist, I summoned a blast of air. The two tumbled a bit.

"Ooh," said Jeff recovering. "He's got power. He's definitely mine." Jeff rushed towards me but was tripped by a dagger to his leg.

"No, brother, you were right. Family first."

The two clashed at each other with knives and blades. Jeff laughed maniacally while Liu seemed more cunning. The two danced around the parking lot seeming to almost teleport. Finally, I grew tired of the ballet of blades and beckoned vines and roots to catch their legs. Liu used this distraction to stab Jeff.

Jeff laughed, "I can't be killed!"

Liu smirked. "By the hand of a victim you can." Jeff's face went even paler as his life-force began to drain. Liu turned his attention to me. With a quick slash, he was free of the roots. "No witnesses." Suddenly, his body jerked upwards as a sword passed through his chest.

"Go to sleep, brother," said Jeff before they both collapsed.

Man, I hate Friday the 13th.

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Entry for the Camp Nightmare "Lieutenant Lethal" prompt by _creepy_pasta

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