Floor fifteen was straight up beautiful. The endless meadows, perfect temperature, cherry blossoms flying thought the air, and being able to see it all was amazing. Flying was a huge contributor to the effect. Being on the ground would be fine but this made everything so much better. As he flew overhead, other players waved and gasped. And waving back Phoenix would pull Talia into a steep dive. And pull up at the last second before they hit the ground. It must have been a quite a show, because Phoenix caught a couple of people videoing him and taking his photo.

Pushing further however, Phoenix was a little confused. He had come across a particularly dead patch of land, at the foot of a giant mountain. It was extremely sinister and creepy. Even the air became thinner as they drew closer. Forcing Phoenix to land. The land around them was misty and dark. The ground beneath them was dead, the trees and bushes were dead leaving only trunks and dead branches. It was really sinister, like something out of a horror movie. Making his way through the fog Phoenix found some steps leading up the mountain. Talia would not follow Phoenix up them. Commanding her back to the main town, Talia shot away, glad to be heading away. Shrugging, Phoenix made his way up the stairs, unsure of what to expect.

Phoenix had walked up the mountain for about fifteen minutes. It had lead through tight spaces, collapsing caverns, and rickety bridges. Only curiosity had made him go further every time. But his patience was wearing thin. He was now climbing up said rickety bridge. It had collapsed when he was half way across. And finally hauling himself up onto solid ground, Phoenix continued walking. There was no point in standing, he couldn't go back, so he could only go up. This place had really annoyed Phoenix. The tight space had sealed itself, the old mining tunnel had collapsed, and now the bridge. It was one bad thing to the next.

Finally Phoenix found a door. And opening it He saw two things, one was a beautifully decorated dojo and at the centre sat a bow. The bow was painted black, had a blade running across the bows limbs, and alongside it sat a black quiver, containing at least forty arrows. The room was completely empty. But Phoenix knew it couldn't be that easy. But nothing happened, he took the bow, and slung it over his back, and took the quiver, and slinging it over his shoulder Phoenix left for the door. But as soon as he was in ten feet of the door, thick black tendrils of smoke filled the room. The wrapped themselves around Phoenixes arms and legs, and Phoenix began to scream as one of them drilled into his chest. And with that, Phoenix blacked out.

Phoenix woke up in complete darkness. It reminded him of the place he went when he had died. But it felt different, there was something coming. Phoenix cursed himself, how could he have been so stupid. It had been so easy, of course it was a trap. But before he could insult himself more, giant red text popped up in front of him. "Fear one" was all it read. What the hell was that supposed to mean? But before he could figure it out the scene around him changed.

He was in a dark misty forest, the moon and stars shining overhead. The whole scene was pretty creepy. Where the hell was he? How did he get here? Why was this a test? 'Pull yourself together Phoenix.' He thought to himself, trying to think more clearly. Clearly there was more to getting this bow than getting into its chamber. To leave you had to pass a test of some kind. He just had to figure out what that was. But just as he finished that thought a scream pierced the silence.

Phoenix ran through the fog towards the source of the screams, dodging branches and trees. Phoenix found himself in a small clearing. And found himself struck with fear. In the centre of the clearing was a man, about twenty years old. He was the one who had been screaming. Benn, being the key word. He was suspended above the ground, a giant meat hook through his right shoulder, and a giant machete through his chest. Phoenix knew he should leave. Whoever did this, would be back soon. But if they did, he was going to need a weapon. So apologising, Phoenix wrenched the bloody machete from the man's chest, and froze. Something wasn't right, and something caught his attention. He heard the sound of a leaf being crushed under foot, and a strong musk of sweat had invaded his nose.

Phoenix whirled around and swung the machete in a wide arc. And once he was half way through the swing, someone grabbed his hand in a cabbage sized fist. The figure was seven and a half feet tall, wore a black denim jacket, blue jeans, black boots, and a white hocky mask. It was someone out of his worst nightmares. "Oh come on, fuck me." Phoenix said staring into the eyes of his attacker. "Jason, fucking Vorhees." Phoenix whimpered, struck with fear.

The pressure on his wrist multiplied forcing Phoenix to drop the Machete. This brought Phoenix back to his senses. If he didn't do something soon, he was screwed. As Jason bent over to pick it up, Phoenix saw an opportunity. Phoenix quickly brought his knee up into Jason's face, and was rewarded with a loud crack, a loud growl, and his wrist was now free. Not wasting any time, Phoenix ran like the wind, hearing muffled and angered yells coming from behind him.

Once Phoenix was convinced he had lost Jason, Phoenix decided to stay out of sight, and hid in a tree. This couldn't be happening, how was Jason Vorhees chasing him? Once Phoenix was at least four metres off the ground, he did a quick equipment check. He had a flashlight attached to his belt, the expandable shield bracelet which Amara had given him for Christmas, and his titanium throwing knife. Then he racked his brains for information regarding Jason. All he could remember was that he drowned as a child, now an undead serial killer, and has the strength of ten men. Phoenix knew he was missing one other crucial fact; it was just on the tip of his tongue.

But as he was pondering that, the entire tree began to shake violently. Looking down phoenixes heart sank. Jason stood at the foot of his tree, and was using his giant Machete to cut it down. And thanks to his strength it was working. So Phoenix jumped out of the tree and rolled when he hit the ground. But this time he didn't run. This time, he drew his knife, and made the bracelet expand into a shield. No more running. Phoenix was now confident he could win. All he needed was a clean shot.

Jason charged forward towards him, machete overhead, an animal growl emanating from his throat. Phoenix rolled to the left avoiding the swing, and smashed the edge of his shield into Jason's throat. And as he stumbled backwards, Phoenix went straight for his throat. Burying his knife through Jason's Adams apple. Phoenix jumped back smiling, his knife still in Jason's throat. But something was still bothering him. There was something he'd forgotten about Jason. Something important.

His thoughts were interrupted by a low growl. Phoenix looked up to see Jason, slowly pull the knife out his throat, and begin walking towards him. He suddenly remembered one crucial fact, the one he'd forgotten. Jason Vorhees was immortal. Couldn't be killed, not by conventional mean anyway. So now it was time for plan B again, Run. He seriously needed a better plan. And again rushed through the misty forest, hoping to outrun the immortal psychopath chasing him.

After about half an hour of running and escaping Jason Phoenix was getting tired of playing scared. But he couldn't do anything else. "This is ridiculous, how am I supposed to kill this bastard." Phoenix muttered under his breath. "Face your fears, that's how." A girl's voice said, seeming to come from inside his head. Whirling around Phoenix looked for a person. But there wasn't one. "Listen, if you can hear me, face whatever you fear most in where ever you are, there are two tests and you have to face both of them, good luck." It called out again.

Phoenix was dubious, but what choice did he have. So walking into another clearing, which had a free meat hook hung from a nearby tree, he called out to Jason. "Vorhees, face me, lets finish this." He roared into the forest. And saw a large figure making it was towards him. Phoenix only armed with his shield charged forward, smashing his shield directly into Jason's face. Revealing him to be a middle aged man with a short receding hair line. After that he was furious slashing like a mad man, destroying the durability on Phoenixes shield. Until it eventually broke.

As soon as it broke Phoenix was kicked roughly in the chest, and was sent flying back into a tree, where he fell to the floor. And propping himself up against the tree, he stared up into Jason's face. It was a mix of madness, anger, and hate. Phoenix had nowhere to go. His ribs were broken, left lung collapsed, and the wind knocked out of him. Yeah sure face your fears, easier said than done. But surprisingly, Phoenix wasn't afraid. Reflexively Phoenix brought up his hands just before Jason's blade cut his chest to ribbons. But instead, a blue field of energy stopped the swing.

It took Phoenix a second to realise. Instinct magic. Sometimes magic in the middle of battle would protect you against a fatal blow. Magic still worked here. Phoenix pointed his palm directly at Jason. "Tempesta." He roared, a bolt of lightning shooting from his palm. Causing Jason to fly back and hit a tree, as well as impale his eye with the meat hook. Phoenix sat there waiting for Jason to stand up. But he just hung there. He had done it, beaten his fear. But almost immediately the scene changed.

He was in a hospital, the old hospital in Joondalup, Perth, where he used to visit,,, His thought trailed off. He knew why he was here. A year ago this is where he would go every weekend to go and be with her. No the game was cruel yes, but it couldn't do this to him, make him relive this exact moment. Phoenix ran through the hospital, and while doing so realised he was a ghost, he passed through everyone, that and he saw himself. Well a past version of himself anyway.

He entered the room. Room two hundred and five. He entered the room after the young version of himself. And knew all too well what would come next. He would start off with the normal flirt. But then realise something was wrong. There would be no reply, and no laughter. He would rush to her side and check her pulse. There would be nothing. He would call for a nurse, but there would be nothing they can do. Or any of the doctors for that matter. And once they have explained that, Phoenix would watch himself breakdown.

First came the tears, then the anger, yelling, screaming, the doctors and security holding him down, and then finally back to tears again. Phoenix knew what he was going through, but pushed it all away, and walked up to her, one last time. "I'm sorry." Phoenix said, sliding his hand quite literally into hers. "I'm sorry that I never told you how I felt." Phoenix said starting to weep himself, falling to his knees and crying. He had held back this long. But he could never have forgotten about her, not after only three years having passed.

He still missed her laugh, her smile, her humour, her dark purple hair, happy blue eyes, and most of all her company. She was Phoenixes everything at the time. And it had destroyed him, and now the game had the fucking balls, to bring it all back. Phoenix tore through the hospital until he was outside. And engulfed in a white light. Text popped up on his screen congratulating Phoenix for facing his fears. But he didn't care, he was in far too much pain to care. And when he woke up, and was back in the dojo, all he did was cry.