So with that being said, here is the moment that triggered Jason/Patrick's insanity.
9 Rid Me of this Sinner Only three are left. I will have done the same as my mother eight years ago; the night she spared my life and showed me the world was an ugly place to live in. It was a place so cruel and menacing that it changed the deepest part of her soul. In a fraction of a second, a light came to her she had told me. ***** 8 years ago – Crystal Lake The rain was pouring down hard on the cabin roof. Lightning was sounding off in the background. The wind was clashing at the outer walls, creaking and howling. Jason was crouched in the corner, hiding besides the couch. He held his younger sister tight in his arms. Both had heard the screams outside and feared the worst. He was ten, her eight. His young mind imagining goblins and trolls, hers witches and ghouls. He didn’t cry but shivered, she bawled and sat stiffly. “What do you reckon is going on out there?” He said as lightning crashed nearby. “I’m scared, Jason.” She whimpered, lisping that “s” in the middle. She wrapped her little arms around her brother. “You’re going to protect me, right?” She looked up at him, her blue eyes flooded with fresh tears; her mouth quivering uncontrollably. “Of course, I will Jodie. It’s just the wind and the trees.” As she went to kiss him on the cheek, the door blew open bringing in wind, rain and leaves. Pamela was at the door, her eyes blank as Jason had never seen. She was wielding a machete and blood trickled off the rusted edge. She took one look at her son, and then another glance at her daughter. “You filthy whore!” Pamela shrieked, running towards the end of the room, the machete raised high above her head. Her face was contorted with anger and blind rage. Jason cried out and screamed while Jodie began running for the door. Pamela and Jodie met halfway and the mother grabbed the daughter by the hair and threw her against the wall. Jodie lay unconscious, her brown locks shielding her face from view. Jason cowered back as his mother walked towards him. To this day, he still remembered the look in her eyes. Back then he had called it a different name, now he called it passion. “They have sinned, my boy; sinned, like no faithful sinner can sin in a lifetime. Whores of the grandest way possible. Brides of the devil and bearers of demon children. They reek of fowl blood and evil desires. The light has finally been drawn on me, my boy. Me. The great Lord above has chosen me to rid this earth of sinners.” She laughed at this, and then stopped in a flash only to start laughing again. Jason crawled back and closed his eyes, praying for strength. “Don’t cower from your destiny boy. Your sister is a sinner. You will listen to mother.” She said tenderly, handing the machete to her son. Jason looked at it, but didn’t want to touch it. It was covered in blood. “Kill her Jason. Kill her, boy. They are all whores! No different one from the other. They sneak around and break up families and lives and HEARTS!” she said, screaming out the last word. She walked to the door and looked back at her son. “I give you five minutes to listen to God and rid me of this sinner.” She added without looking back, and closed the door as she walked out the cabin.