Friday the 13th: The Complete Blog Story

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Prologue: Extinguished
One: A Sad Welcoming
Two: Travis Who?
Three: Dying on the Job
Four: Wrong Place at the Wrong Time
Five: One by One
Six: This Night Sucks
Seven: Strip! Strip! Strip!
Eight: Kill Her, Jason
Nine: Rid Me of this Sinner
Ten: Into the Corner
Eleven: The Name is Jason
Twelve: I'm Fighting for All of You
Thirteen: Rot in Hell
Epilogue: He'll Haunt me Forever


BONUS MATERIAL:

• The Inspiration Behind the Story

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Candles are out,
Eleven's Ink

Friday the 13th: Alternate Ending (Part 3)

Friday the 13th: Alternate Ending (part 3)
Bloodbath in Crystal Lake


Yasmina was holding back tears, trying to focus all of her energy on Jason. He was standing just a few feet away from her, staring her down through his vintage hockey mask. She could hear his chest heave as he breathed and felt the warm air that came with it. He was holding his trusted rusty machete in one hand and held onto a spare arrow with the other.

Jodi was spread across the floor, a river of blood flowing away from her and into the living room where it stopped and formed a lake near the sofas. Yasmina was still gripping onto her own machete, her breathing not as controlled as her tormentor. She didn't have this in her. She could barely move. The feeling of hopelessness had settled inside her mind. She knew her friends were dead. All of them. Meredith.

"I was going to save you" He finally spoke.

"You don't have to do this, Patrick...What happened to you? It's me-"

Finish her, boy. Kill for mommy.

"YOU KILLED MY SISTER!" Jason snapped. Yasmina could see the hatred in his eyes as he rushed towards her, machete in one hand and arrow in the other.

Yasmina held her machete firmly and shouted: "YOU KILLED MY FUCKING FRIENDS".

Jason's chest was exposed, unprotected. Yasmina pulled her machete back and then drove it forward, stabbing Jason in the abdomen. He stopped abruptly and looked down at the blood that was seeping around the blade. He dropped his arms and with the remaining strenght he had left, he removed his mask.

Yasmina couldn't keep herself from looking into his eyes. He had no remorse.

Jason laughed and began playing in his ear as blood began dripping out of his mouth. Yasmina pulled the blade out of his stomach and he fell to the floor, his arm outstretched. Jason's open palm touched the tip of his sister's bloodied fingers. Something black and circular rolled away from Jason's hand. It looked like a small earpiece. Yasmina was too dazed to notice it or hear the high pitch scream of Pamela Voorhees.

Yasmina was immersed in her own world. Silence. she was shaking, the room spinning around her making her dizzy, unstable. Her muscles began to relax and the machete fell out of her hands, breaking the silence. There was blood everywhere. She walked over to the kitchen sink and ran the water.

Yasmina cleaned herself off, removing her shirt and rinsing off the blood that had dried on her chest and neck. She felt nothing. The water splashed about as she remained transfixed above the kitchen sink staring blankly ahead of her.

She stepped over Jodi's body to get to the living room. She looked for her purse, but didn't really search for it. Her mind was numb, unable to focus. She finally spotted it behind the couch. It was splattered with blood. Yasmina grabbed it and took out her cellphone from the side pocket. She dialed 9-1-1.

"9-1-1, please state your emergency"

Yasmina looked out the window and into darkness. Nothing will ever be the same again.

"I'd like to report a bloodbath in Crystal Lake."

THE END

Friday the 13th: Alternate Ending (Part 2)

Alternate Ending (Part 2)
You Shouldn't have Done That


Yasmina was shaking in the corner, unable to grasp the situation that was unfolding in front of her. Her mind tried to block out the last image of Sarah but it kept forcing itself back in her cloudy thoughts. Jodi and Patrick were arguing by the door, their voices too low and the thunder too loud for Yasmina to understand a word they were saying.

She tried to move closer but Jodi raised her machete, pointing the tip in Yasmina's direction.

"No, no, no. You do not move, you filthy cow. How dare you? HOW DARE YOU?" Jodi began screaming and walked up towards Yasmina. Jodi pulled the crying girl's hair back and spat in her face. If anything, Jodi was more fucked up then her brother.

"You're lucky I don't cut your throat where you stand, whore!" Jodi continued, releasing the girl's hair and shoving her further into the corner.

Patrick couldn't help but to look over at his -girlfriend, he supposed- and feel sorry for her. She had put herself in this predicament. She could have avoided this, if only she had shown change. Patrick had been ready to ignore Mother and forgive Yasmina, let her into his circle.

"Patrick...please," Yasmina begged; she looked like a scared child, curled up into a ball and shivering in the dark corner of the cabin.

"His name is Jason," Jodi spat out, looking over at her brother. "Are we going to do this or what?"

Do it boy. Kill her for mommy. Destroy the filth, boy.

"Jason! Are you going to finish this cunt or shall I?" Jodi urged on, impatient and anxious.

Yasmina couldn't stop herself from shaking. Her muscles were tense and her nerves shot straight into a frenzy. Tears were useless, she had cried the last one a half hour ago. She summoned the courage to look up and noticed Patrick was in a daze. Jodi was standing in front of him, her blonde hair plastered to her face, which was twisted in anger.

Neither of them was paying any attention to her.

Yasmina shot off the floor, grabbed the kerosene lamp on the wooden table and with all the might in her body, she swung it across Jodi's face. The glass shattered into her skin and the fire inside burned the tip of her nose. Jodi shrieked and dropped her machete to the ground, preferring to craddle her face with her hands.

Patrick zoned back to reality. His sister was staggering across the kitchen, hysterically shouting. Her face was severely cut open. Yasmina was bending down to pick up the machete.

She raised the machete high over her head.

"Fuck you, you twisted bitch!" Yasmina screamed, stabbing Jodi right in the middle of the chest. Blood was spraying out of the wound, covering our protagonist in red. She pulled out the machete and Jodi stumbled against the counter and then collapsed on the floor.

Silence invaded the tight space. Yasmina turned around. The room was spinning around her but she spotted Patrick by the sofa. He had slipped the hockey mask back on and gripped his machete, intent on using it right about now.

"You shouldn't have done that" Patrick said as he advanced menacingly towards his girlfriend.

Friday the 13th: Alternate Ending (Part 1)

Alternate Ending (Part 1)
Time for the Final Act, Bitch

Yasmina was holding on tightly to Sarah's hand, almost to the point of cutting bloodflow to the other girl's extremity. The masked man stood motionless in the doorframe as rain and lightning streaked the background. His breathing was hollow and almost calculated. Sarah got lost in his inhaling and exhaling; it seemed so precise as if he counted seconds before each breath and each release. Whoever this man was, he was the perfect description of a sociopath.

He took one step forward and it was enough to shoot both girls into a panic state of mind. They ran towards the window and Yasmina struggled to heave the glass pane open. She finally slid the window up and helped Sarah to evacuate the cabin. Jason was getting closer to them with every step and Sarah had difficulty exiting the small window. Something was wrong. She fumbled around and then fell to the ground outside. Her shirt had been caught in a nail and now it hung off the ledge, ripped and thorn while Sarah remained still on the beach, her white sportsbra glowing in the nightscape.

Yasmina looked back and saw that Jason stood still by the table and he was staring at her. She couldn't see his eyes through the darkness of the night, but the candlelights and lanterns were enough for her to see the evil that lived inside them. She turned around to jump out of the window when she spotted another masked stranger behind Sarah. Same clothes, same mask, different body proportions. This one was much smaller then the man inside the cabin. Yasmina panicked.

"SARAH BEHIND YOU!" She screamed, attempting to jump out of the window.

She struggled with the tightness of the hole and couldn't jump in time. The masked stranger had already reached Sarah.



Sarah got to her feet and brushed the sand that had accumulated between her thighs. She looked up at Yasmina who was trying to jump out of the window but she too had difficulty squeezing through the tight space.

"Come on!" Sarah whispered, trying to hurry time up if only possible. She was just about ready to run around to the door and confront the stranger that scared them. She hadn't grasped the seriousness of the issue. This man was ready to kill them if need be.

She noticed Yasmina retreating back inside the cabin and then suddenly reappearing again, this time panic smeared her facial expressions and she pointed past her, past the treeline.

"SARAH BEHIND YOU!" Yasmina screamed as she tried desperatly to jump out of the window.

Sarah spun around just in time to see a similar masked-stranger running straight towards her with a machete in hands. She barely had time to react. She jumped to the side and her attacker ran right past her, almost knocking itself out on the cabin's solid oak walls.

"What the fuck!" Sarah screamed, trying to run towards the main lodge but it proved pointless. Her ankle must have snapped when she jumped from the window. She fell in the sand and turned around to face the sky, high above her. The stars suddenly dissapeared and soon they were replaced with that of a hockey mask and a cloaked figure.

"What do you want from us?" Sarah screamed, trying to kick and scratch the hooded figure that loomed over her like Father Death.

Her attacker didn't respond; only raised the machete high in the air, above it's head, and then dug it down with full force into Sarah's chest. She gasped and folded herself in half as she desperately clutched at the gap in her stomach. Blood began to flow on either side of her mouth and Yasmina screamed in horror as she witnessed all of it through the tiny window.

Sarah was just about to vanish into the netherworld when the attacker stabbed her again, seemingly taking pleasure in finishing her off.

Her world spun around her and everything seemed to get hazy as if a fog had covered Crystal Lake. She looked up just as her attacker removed the mask and saw long blonde hair flowing gracefully around the mask. A girl.

And then Sarah's head slumped to the left and the soul that lived inside her vanished.

"SARAH!!!" Yasmina screamed, realising the unimagineable. Someone has just murdered a girl in front of her. She spun around and saw what she never thought she would see. Patrick was standing over her, the hockey mask dangling proudly in his hands. His rusted machete propped up against the table, as if he could scare her without it.

"You...what...Patrick, what the fuck is going on?"

"Welcome to my home, baby" Patrick answered as his once presumed dead sister, Jodi Voorhees walked in the cabin with a lock of Sarah's hair.

"Time for the final act, bitch." Jodi said as she walked inside the cabin, machete in hand.

Epilogue of a short story

This is it my friends. The last chapter of the Friday the 13th revamp. Sarah has managed to survive the night alongside her presumed-dead boyfriend. Togheter they conquered Jason and managed to escape the macabre scene that was left at Camp Crystal Lake. Rest assured, for those who might have been dissapointed with the finale, there is an alternate-ending in the works that will be the total opposite of the original ending. That does not mean, in any way, that i was dissapointed with the current ending. If I wrote it the way it is, it's because part of me felt that it was right.

Sarah didn't need to kill Jason for her character to grow, which is stereotypical horror-movie fashion. Innocent girl becomes a killer. That's not growth, that is self-defense and anyone is capable of that! No, her growth resides in her separation from her bapcia, her detachment from maternal figures who she can depend off. She realises in that split-second hallucination in the field of carnations, that she has it in her to do whatever it is she wants, as long as she knows why she is doing it.

Yes, she goes from being sweet, and docile and then switches mid-way to be a bit more open around other people, experimental, although she still has that reservation, that judge-mental attitude. When she is on the brink of losing it, in that field, and she sees the people that have been murdered by Jason, that is truly when she realises that people have more in common then she, and anyone, can imagine.

I guess her growth is not even that apparent until the second installment, when we meet Travis, her ex. The way she interacts with him versus the way she interacts with Tyh is alarming. I am not sure though if I will post Friday the 13th Part II as it contains more gore, nudity, and vulgarity that I can shake a stick at (haven't used that expression in forever). It's just way too silly and bloody. I tried to stay true to campy horror stories. Ask anyone, I love myself a cheesy sequel (only if characters continue, if they don't it's just rubbish!)

The sequel to Friday the 13th is just redonculous. So don't expect a sequel to be added here but you never know. A part from loving cheesy sequels and alternate scenes, I love rewrites even more!! lol.

So with that being said, here is the epilogue to Friday the 13th Part I (Certain characters seem new, that's because they continue into the sequel)...




EPILOGUE
He’ll Haunt me Forever

Sarah was quickly placed in a stretcher the moment she arrived at the
emergency room. Her mother was by her side, calling her name and pleading
her to stay strong. Eva had just arrived from New-York when she received
the tragic phone call on her cell. She was livid at the state of her
daughter. Sarah had blood everywhere on her and it trickled on either side
of her waist.

The doctors were talking gibberish with the nurses.Sarah was conscious of
her surroundings but didn’t seem able to move her body in any way. She
felt her mother’s hand gently cross her own. She wanted desperately to
reassure her mother and it pained her tremendously not being able to
communicate her love. She also wanted to share the anger she felt inside;
anger towards the boy who did this to her. Jason.

“Is she going to be okay? What’s happening to her? The blood, Oh God, the
blood!” Eva was beside herself, weeping hysterically as she attempted to
speak. Her little princess was beaten and wounded. She could barely keep
calm and one of the doctors ordered her to remain in the waiting room. She
protested vehemently but finally subsided when they reassured her that
they could only do their best if they weren’t being distracted by her
shouting.

She crossed Tyh as she returned to the front of the small hospital. He had
just exited the examination room. He smiled at Eva and she returned the
gesture. “Thank you… for saving my daughter” She started crying again and
Tyh walked over and hugged her. He patted her back and cried with her.

“She is a very brave and strong girl; an amazing girl.” He said, looking
at Eva in the eyes. She wiped her tears away and brushed her blonde hair
from her face. She was about to thank him again when his parents suddenly
appeared in the hallway.

“TYH!” His father screamed, running towards him. Eva looked on as the
family hugged and kissed and cried and laughed. His mother smothered him
with kisses and his father cried with relief. Eva looked back at the
operating room, the furthest one from the entrance. She placed her faith
and trust in the doctors of Crystal Lake Community Hospital. Tyh and his
parents walked over to introduce themselves and together - again - they
shared a cry.

*****

Lancaster Smith had been quickly promoted to sheriff that very same night.
The death of Dean Jones had saddened him immensely. Seeing his body leave
in a black bag was repulsing and vile. He didn’t deserve that. He felt
wrong taking his position like this. Rachel Ackerman had been promoted to
deputy sheriff. She was assisting him tonight.

The murder scenes were horribly disgusting. Thirteen people had been
killed; mostly adolescents. Slain in ways Lancaster had never seen before.
Innocent children had been taken away in such a violent fashion.

“Why don’t you go check the main lodge” The sheriff asked, walking towards
the cabins.

“Yes, sheriff” Rachel answered making her way towards the lodge.

Lancaster walked up to the cabin in the middle, the one closest to the
other tree line. He stepped inside and lit his flashlight. An adolescent
boy was hanging from a beam and a teenage girl was slumped on the ground,
an arrow sticking out the back of her head. The sheriff sighed and closed
the door behind him as he walked out.

Deputy sheriff Ackerman was running towards him, frantic. “He’s gone,
Lancaster. The bastard isn’t there. The caller said the body was in the
lodge. It’s not there.”

Lancaster looked out at the forest and shuttered at the thought of a
serial killer on the loose.

“Call the neighbouring towns. Put out his description and his aliases.
This son of a bitch is not going to get away.”

*****

Eva was pacing in the waiting room. The Simms had gone home about thirty
minutes ago and the place was silent. She was walking past the fern for
the hundredth time when Doctor Cohen emerged from the ER.

“IS SHE OKAY?” Eva screamed out, running towards the doctor.

He adjusted his thick black glasses and wrapped his arm around her. “Your
daughter is in good condition. We patched her up and now all she needs is
rest. You can go in and say hello when they move her to one of the rooms.”

She thanked him and kissed him on the cheek. The nurses strolled Sarah out
of the emergency room and brought her in of the rooms on the side.


Sarah was looking out the window, unable to sleep. She was thinking about
Tyh when her mother walked in the room. “My princess, you’re safe.” She
was about to reach down for a hug when Sarah protested. “It hurts too
much.”

“Oh my poor baby” she cried and sat by the bed, slipping her fingers in
between her daughter’s. “You just get some sleep”

“I can’t. All is can see is him” Sarah whispered, turning away from her
mother. She gazed out the window at the moon that could finally be seen in
the sky.

“He’ll haunt me forever”


*****

That is it for Friday the 13th. I want your feedback. What did you like, what did you like less? What is your favourite chapter? Who did you like most, or hated most? Were you surprised by Jason=Patrick or unaffected? What should I do about the sequel? Post here or on Facebook. I appreciate all if any (you shy people!!) feedback!!


Candles are out,
Eleven's Ink



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Chapter 13 from a short story

---LAST CHAPTER BEFORE THE EPILOGUE :( ---

So we know by now what happened in Crystal Lake eight years prior to Sarah coming back to visit her bapcia for the summer. We know she has a fragile relationship with Travis and a budding relationship with Tyh. She learns of the devastating attack that Pamela Voorhees committed eight years prior and of the death of her childhood friend, Melinda.

Dan Dubois and Dana Roy were just about to get cozy when something interrupted them, prompting Dan to leave and Dana to investigate, leading to her untimely death.

Sarah and Tyh have gotten jobs working at the newly re-opened Camp Crystal Lake. Sarah meets some of Tyh's friends, Jessica Paquette and her boyfriend Jacob Tibbett, who later come face to face with death.

The main couple's relationship gets stronger and they are anxiosuly awaiting the party to begin later that night. They have supper with Bapcia before heading out to the party at Camp Crystal Lake to celebrate the opening and to get better acquanited with the rest of the counselors.

They meet up with Dan Dubois and Liane Labrie by the hiking trail where the foursome splits up, leaving Liane to trek the trail alone. While the other three are busy canoeing to the Camp, Liane is hunted down and murdered by Jason Voorhees.

Before the trio have a chance to dock at the beach camp, Michael O'Shay and his girlfriend, Sandra Clarke, are fatally attacked by psychopath Jason Voorhees. The trio finally arrive at the beach and are ready to party with their friends and Tyh is anticipating presenting Sarah to his friends.

They mingle togheter around the bonfire, Sarah getting better acquainted with some of Tyh's friends and realise some are nicer then others. As the night grows and the teens get intoxicated they slowly start to seperate. Kevin and Meredith head towards their cabin. We learn that Meredith is cheating on her boyfriend with different people. The rain has started to fall and the teens are getting restless.

While Yasmina and Patrick head to their cabin, Meredith and Kevin are ruthlessly murdered by Jason Voorhees. Dan, Sarah, and Tyh start a game of cards that quickly turn to a more heated session between the later two. They ask Dan to give them a moment alone leading to Dan's murder.

Yasmina and Patrick return from their cabin. Yasmina was sleeping but Patrick/Jason continued his murder spree and we eventually learn of his true origin. However, the remaining trio are unaware of Patrick's dark secret.

He returns from his cabin and leads Tyh outside to the docks. He struggles with Mother before finally attacking Tyh and drowning him in Crystal Lake.

Yasmina and Sarah are getting better acquainted when Jason stumbles into their cabin. They attempt to flee, resulting in Yasmina's untimely demise. Sarah runs and hides inside the main lodge where she finally finds out that Patrick Vance is Jason Voorhees. She tries to attack him, wounding him severly in the shoulder before he knocks her out.

Sarah wakes up, distraught and dissillusioned. She tries to talk with Jason but it is pointless. She slowly drifts into her mind, where she finally finds the courage to fight back.

This is what transpired:

13
Rot in Hell

Sarah opened her eyes and looked at Jason. He was stroking his machete
gently, whispering to himself. She swore she heard him say “mother” a few
times. Sarah looked around the room for her scissors or the knife. She
couldn’t find them.

“Sleeping beauty finally woke up” He said as he got up the chair. He
walked around her, kissing her here and there.

“What are you doing…Jason? You know they’re going to be here any moment
now.” She said weakly, the blood loss taking a toll on her beaten body. 
She had to force herself to call him by his real name. Jason.

“And who’s that?”

“The police” Sarah spat out, jerking at her restraints.

“The police?” He laughed. “You mean old sheriff Jones? What’s he going to
do? Nobody in this town was even smart enough to recognize me when I came
back to this shithole. Nobody even suspected Patrick Vance. They’ll be in
for a surprise when they go at the house.” He said aloud, almost to
himself.

“You murdered them didn’t you? Your adoptive family?” Sarah asked,
somewhat afraid of staying silent. He seemed keen on talking and if only
she could stall him until someone shows up. She knew her grand-mother was
the one screaming in the voicemail.

“Why would I murder them, Sarah? They took me in, cared for me, and loved
me. They gave me a second chance. They changed my name so I can become my
own man.”

“And look what happened.” She laughed as she said that; a sarcastic snicker.

“She’s been harassing me to kill you now for over half an hour. You’re
lucky so I suggest you don’t push that luck and keep your witty comments
to yourself. I wouldn’t want to go chainsaw massacre on your ass.” He said
quickly, peering out the kitchen window. “Not yet, anyways.”

Sarah felt that lump in her throat, the one she gets every times her
nerves are shot. Her wrists were red with welts, marks of her efforts at
breaking her restraints. Several lamps had since burned out, creating a
very forbidding atmosphere. She saw no way out of this situation and death
was creeping around the corner. But he mentioned someone telling him to
kill her. And he is resisting for some reason, Sarah thought. She had to stall him.

“Do you have an earpiece or something? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO?”
She screamed, making him leave the window he had been obsessively looking
out of.

“I’m talking to my mother” He snarled, smacking her across the face.

Kill her boy. Stop toying with her and finish the whore. Get rid of this
piece of sinning meat; this good for nothing bitch. Kill her, Jason. Kill
her!

*****

Krystyna was examining the forest around her as she trekked the narrow ATV
trail. The rain had subsided and the clouds had started parting ways. They
hadn’t seen anything suspicious since discovering the remains of Liane
Labrie. Sheriff Jones was walking somewhere ahead at a quicker pace. She
called Sarah’s cell again and again but nothing came of it. She could be
listening to music or swimming, she said to herself.

“There’s a body in the water” Dean screamed to her. They had reached the
tip of the lake. That meant they were about fifteen minutes from the
campground. Krystyna quickened her pace to reach Dean when she heard the
distinctive twang of a bow. A golden-coloured arrow ripped through her
shoulder as another, a few seconds later, pierced through Dean Jones’
chest.

“HAAAAA!”

Krystyna fell to her knees, clutching at the blood-spattered arrow. “DEAN!
GET UP!” She called out again but he didn’t answer. The frail elder
gripped her gun and pointed it at the dark forest.

“I HAVE A GUN, JASON. DON’T COME ANY CLOSER.”

“You’re a smart woman. How did you know it was me?” The voice sounded near
and far and nowhere in particular. It echoed off the trees and made
Krystyna cringe. That was the voice of Patrick Vance.

“OW” she cried, the pain from her wound shooting down her body. “You kill
like your psychotic mother.” She gasped, crying from sheer pain. “I read
in a book somewhere that said that the pup is often –“

“SHUT UP!” Jason screamed out from the woods. She gasped and backed up
against the willow that stood behind her. Krystyna couldn’t see where he
stood or what he was about to do. She clutched the gun tighter and looked
about.

“Drop the gun or I promise you I will murder your grand-daughter.”

Krystyna began crying hysterically, pleading with him to leave Sarah
alone. She threw the gun in the forest and Jason finally stepped into
view. Krystyna could still not believe that Patrick Vance was Jason
Voorhees.

“Another Friday the thirteenth Jason?” She asked, watching him walk closer
towards her. His walk was slow and eerie. His eyes expressed pure evil.
She prayed to her good Lord above and asked him to watch over her
grand-daughter. She knew her time was about to end.

“Another Friday the thirteenth” He answered, unsheathing his machete from
his back. “Have a good night, Krystyna.” He swung the blade sideways,
decapitating the old woman. Her body flopped to the ground as her head
rolled down into the calm tide of Crystal Lake.

“I always wanted to do that, bitch!”

*****

Jason was walking back towards the main lodge when he noticed all of the
lights had gone out. He strung an arrow to his bow and cautiously made his
way towards the main door. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The
cabin was dark but he could clearly see that Sarah was not in the kitchen
any longer.

He screamed and shoved the chair against the wall. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE
YOU, BITCH?!”

“Right here, asshole”

Jason spun around and saw Sarah by the stairs. She was holding a pistol in
her hands and she wasn’t alone. Tyh was standing beside her, looking quite
alive. 

“I killed you, you piece of shit!” Jason spat.

“When you attempt to murder your friend” Tyh began “You better make sure
he stops breathing before leaving him to die.”

Jason laughed and then he looked at Sarah. She was shaking, barely able to
stand on her own two feet. Her torso was stained a dark red and a small
wound bled out profusely. Her bra was crisp with dried blood and her thigh
bled freely. She aimed the gun towards him and his grin quickly vanished.

“You don’t have what it takes to kill someone, Sarah.” He said bleakly.
For once, it was he that was trembling with fear. He kept his arrow on the
chord, ready to release it at any moment. Sarah held the gun firmly in her
hands, ready to shoot at any moment.

“When you know what you’re fighting for, you will do anything to survive”
She said handing the gun over to her boyfriend. He cocked the gun and
pointed the barrel’s eye straight at Jason. “Fuck you” Tyh closed his eyes
and pulled the trigger.

Jason released the arrow seconds before receiving the bullet in the chest.
The small projectile ripped through his body and lodged in the solid maple
wall behind him. He slumped to the floor and his bow fell beside him.
Across the room, Sarah was crying in pain. She looked down at the arrow
that was protruding from her chest, just a few inches from her other
wound.

“I’m not – ” blood trickled out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back,
leaving only a white sphere in their place. She jerked, twitched, and
flailed. Tyh grabbed her just as she was about to fall. He cradled her in
his arms and carried her to the door and looked back at Jason.

He wanted to scream at him, release the anger that had built up inside his chest since
waking up in the boathouse. Instead he wished Jason a nice stay wherever it was his
soul was heading to: “Rot in hell."

Chapter 12 from a short story

So we know by now what happened in Crystal Lake eight years prior to Sarah coming back to visit her bapcia for the summer. We know she has a fragile relationship with Travis and a budding relationship with Tyh. She learns of the devastating attack that Pamela Voorhees committed eight years prior and of the death of her childhood friend, Melinda.

Dan Dubois and Dana Roy were just about to get cozy when something interrupted them, prompting Dan to leave and Dana to investigate, leading to her untimely death.

Sarah and Tyh have gotten jobs working at the newly re-opened Camp Crystal Lake. Sarah meets some of Tyh's friends, Jessica Paquette and her boyfriend Jacob Tibbett, who later come face to face with death.

The main couple's relationship gets stronger and they are anxiosuly awaiting the party to begin later that night. They have supper with Bapcia before heading out to the party at Camp Crystal Lake to celebrate the opening and to get better acquanited with the rest of the counselors.

They meet up with Dan Dubois and Liane Labrie by the hiking trail where the foursome splits up, leaving Liane to trek the trail alone. While the other three are busy canoeing to the Camp, Liane is hunted down and murdered by Jason Voorhees.

Before the trio have a chance to dock at the beach camp, Michael O'Shay and his girlfriend, Sandra Clarke, are fatally attacked by psychopath Jason Voorhees. The trio finally arrive at the beach and are ready to party with their friends and Tyh is anticipating presenting Sarah to his friends.

They mingle togheter around the bonfire, Sarah getting better acquainted with some of Tyh's friends and realise some are nicer then others. As the night grows and the teens get intoxicated they slowly start to seperate. Kevin and Meredith head towards their cabin. We learn that Meredith is cheating on her boyfriend with different people. The rain has started to fall and the teens are getting restless.

While Yasmina and Patrick head to their cabin, Meredith and Kevin are ruthlessly murdered by Jason Voorhees. Dan, Sarah, and Tyh start a game of cards that quickly turn to a more heated session between the later two. They ask Dan to give them a moment alone leading to Dan's murder.

Yasmina and Patrick return from their cabin. Yasmina was sleeping but Patrick/Jason continued his murder spree and we eventually learn of his true origin. However, the remaining trio are unaware of Patrick's dark secret.

He returns from his cabin and leads Tyh outside to the docks. He struggles with Mother before finally attacking Tyh and drowning him in Crystal Lake.

Yasmina and Sarah are getting better acquainted when Jason stumbles into their cabin. They attempt to flee, resulting in Yasmina's untimely demise. Sarah runs and hides inside the main lodge where she finally finds out that Patrick Vance is Jason Voorhees. She tries to attack him, wounding him severly in the shoulder before he knocks her out.

This is what transpired:

12
I’m Fighting for All of You

Jason was sitting in front of Sarah. He was looking through her cell phone
and laughed when he heard Krystyna’s panicked voice in several messages.
Sarah could only hear a faint murmur emitting from the phone but she knew
it was her bapcia. She shut her eyes, creating a river of tears across her
lids. She was trying to lose herself, grow numb, and shrink away. Abandon.
She heard him throw the phone against the wall.

He was shouting at her and she could tell he was close by the amount of
saliva that was being spat on her as he belittled her. Her body ached and
her head throbbed. She was faint and the feeling of losing blood was
slowly draining her. He continued his tirade and sat back down.

She wasn’t paying attention, however. She was in a meadow of carnations.
The wind blew pedals over her as she lay in the field as if a carnation
herself. The breeze carried a fragrant smell, one mixed with sweetness and
bitterness. She was laughing with someone. She looked over and saw her
mother. Someone else was touching her hand. She turned to the other side
and saw her bapcia.

“Isn’t it beautiful” She said to the women she cared most about.

“It is” They answered together. “But isn’t always such” her mother continued.

“Sometimes the smallest weed will fight to live amongst the carnations”
Krystyna added, holding on dearly to Sarah’s hands. “They haven’t the
right, though, and they know it. Weeds have their own field.”

“There isn’t a weed in sight” Sarah said, sitting up and looking around
the endless field. It stretched for miles and miles. She couldn’t see
where it ended or where it began.

“That is because sometimes they cover themselves up. They have masks”
Krystyna said, sitting up herself. Eva remained on the ground, humming
sweet tunes from Sarah’s childhood. It made Sarah smile.

“How do you know which ones are the weeds, then?” Sarah asked as she
twirled her auburn hair around her fingers.

“You don’t” Krystyna answered. “Not until they remove their masks”

“But then it’s too late” Sarah pleaded. She looked down at her mother who
was still humming lullabies. “Why isn’t mother getting up? Why is she
humming?”

“Because you have lost her” A voice answered which didn’t belong to
Krystyna. Sarah found Travis sitting in front of her. He was all in white
and his shaggy mane danced in the wind. Krystyna had mysteriously
disappeared. “Just like you lost your bapcia and eventually me. Then all
of us. Even you.”

“What is going on?”

“You’ve lost hope, Sarah.”  Travis sighed. “When you lose that, you lose
everything. You have what nobody else has.” He continued wisely.

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about, Travis. Why are you even here?”

“I’m here to help you figure out what you are fighting for.” He added
while gently grabbing onto her hands. He looked in her eyes and smiled.
“Sarah, you don’t have to wait any longer. The weed has removed its mask.”

“What weed? Why are you all being so cryptic? This field is alive with
carnations.”

“If you don’t focus, Sarah, I will disappear forever. You will be alone in
this field for eternity.”

“I don’t even like you anymore, Travis. I’ve moved on.” Sarah whispered
looking away from her past love. He bowed his head and sighed.

“So has he” He answered to Sarah’s surprise. “You have to fight for what
remains. You have to for all of them.”

Sarah looked around and saw everyone she had ever met in her life. They
we’re all there. They smiled and waved, some even talked amongst each
other. Yasmina stepped out of the crowd and looked directly at Sarah.
Although she could see lips move and expressions of laughter, no sound
could be heard except for the voice of the girl looking at Sarah.

“The weed has removed the mask. It’s vulnerable, Sarah. You have to end
this. You have to fight. Do you know what you’re fighting for? DO YOU?!”
Yasmina screamed the last part, sounding more military then Sarah had
remembered.

“I’ve always known what I was fighting for.” She said, finally realizing
what she had to do. She had to end this. She looked at a select group of
people who stood out from the crowd. They were the only ones looking back
at her; Kevin, Meredith, Yasmina, Dan, Tyh, Sandra, Liane, Jacob, Michael,
Dana, and Jessica. “I’m fighting for all of you”

Chapter 11 from a short story

So we know by now what happened in Crystal Lake eight years prior to Sarah coming back to visit her bapcia for the summer. We know she has a fragile relationship with Travis and a budding relationship with Tyh. She learns of the devastating attack that Pamela Voorhees committed eight years prior and of the death of her childhood friend, Melinda.

Dan Dubois and Dana Roy were just about to get cozy when something interrupted them, prompting Dan to leave and Dana to investigate, leading to her untimely death.

Sarah and Tyh have gotten jobs working at the newly re-opened Camp Crystal Lake. Sarah meets some of Tyh's friends, Jessica Paquette and her boyfriend Jacob Tibbett, who later come face to face with death.

The main couple's relationship gets stronger and they are anxiosuly awaiting the party to begin later that night. They have supper with Bapcia before heading out to the party at Camp Crystal Lake to celebrate the opening and to get better acquanited with the rest of the counselors.

They meet up with Dan Dubois and Liane Labrie by the hiking trail where the foursome splits up, leaving Liane to trek the trail alone. While the other three are busy canoeing to the Camp, Liane is hunted down and murdered by Jason Voorhees.

Before the trio have a chance to dock at the beach camp, Michael O'Shay and his girlfriend, Sandra Clarke, are fatally attacked by psychopath Jason Voorhees. The trio finally arrive at the beach and are ready to party with their friends and Tyh is anticipating presenting Sarah to his friends.

They mingle togheter around the bonfire, Sarah getting better acquainted with some of Tyh's friends and realise some are nicer then others. As the night grows and the teens get intoxicated they slowly start to seperate. Kevin and Meredith head towards their cabin. We learn that Meredith is cheating on her boyfriend with different people. The rain has started to fall and the teens are getting restless.

While Yasmina and Patrick head to their cabin, Meredith and Kevin are ruthlessly murdered by Jason Voorhees. Dan, Sarah, and Tyh start a game of cards that quickly turn to a more heated session between the later two. They ask Dan to give them a moment alone leading to Dan's murder.

Yasmina and Patrick return from their cabin. Yasmina was sleeping but Patrick/Jason continued his murder spree and we eventually learn of his true origin. However, the remaining trio are unaware of Patrick's dark secret.

He returns from his cabin and leads Tyh outside to the docks. He struggles with Mother before finally attacking Tyh and drowning him in Crystal Lake.

Yasmina and Sarah are getting better acquainted when Jason stumbles into their cabin.

This is what transpired:

11
The Name is Jason

The girls’ backs were almost touching the log walls. The masked stranger
hadn’t even flinched since tilting his head. It was as if he was examining
them. Sarah felt extremely vulnerable at the moment. She was scared out of
her wits and trembled with fear.She couldn’t let go of Yasmina's hand.

The music was still blaring in the background but it didn’t relieve the
tension in the room. The stranger jerked his right foot forward, taunting
them.

“HAAA!” Sarah screamed, jumping back against the wall.

Still gripping hands, Yasmina started running towards the window by the
couch. Sarah followed behind in full tears. She watched as Yasmina jerked
the window open. “GO!” She screamed, helping Sarah out of the window. She
tumbled onto the sand below and extended her hand to help in turn.

“COME ON!” She bellowed, grabbing onto Yasmina’s hands. She was pulling
her out when she heard the swoosh of the machete coming down on her
friend. The blade pierced out of Yasmina's mouth and came inches from
Sarah’s eyes. The blood of her new friend dripped all over her face, the
copper taste stinging her lips. She let go of her hands and screamed in
horror. The blade was pulled out and Yasmina fell out of the window,
crashing on the ground besides Sarah. “OH GOD! HOLY FUCK!”

Sarah wiped the blood from her face. Her hands were shaking, and her chest
hurt with angst. She couldn’t feel her legs as she stood motionless
outside in the rain. The killer was walking slowly towards the door of the
cabin. Sarah turned and ran towards the main lodge. The sand was sifting
between her toes, making it harder for her to run as fast as she wanted
to. She heard the door shut behind her and she turned back to look. The
man was walking out of the cabin and was steady in his pace as if certain
of his kill.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?” She screamed and continued running towards
the main lodge. She cut through the small forest patch and emerged in
front of the massive oak house. She jetted up the stairs and fiddled with
the knobs. The doors were locked.

“DAN! LET ME IN! OH GOD, PLEASE! DAAAAN!”

Sarah tugged at the handles, hit them, shook them, and pushed them. She
screamed with anger and ran around the lodge. There was an open
window about six feet up. Sarah looked back towards the beach. The
stranger was still walking a slow walk. The machete glimmered in the
shining rain. He was still far enough, Sarah thought. She tossed her wet
hair out of her face and jumped up and grabbed onto the window ledge. She
used all the strength she could muster to heave herself up and over the
ledge.

She fell on her back and didn’t waste a second. She shut the window close
and ran straight to the kitchen. It was bigger and much nicer then the
regular cabins. It had a large island with multiple drawers. It was all
custom-made out of birch wood. Sarah began ripping the drawers out,
sending utensils of all shapes and sizes to the floor below. She clumsily
searched for something sharp and settled with a large butcher knife and a
pair of scissors.

The knobs shook. Sarah gasped and stood still, her breathing piercing the
dead silence. Her weapons of defense shook in her hands as she stepped
delicately towards the pantry. She slipped inside and shut the door. She
heard the click of a lock being opened.

He had the key.

Sarah backed into the corner of the pantry, ready to strike the moment he
opened the door. She tried to control her breathing but it proved
impossible. She couldn’t help but to think of her family, her friends, her
ani – Tyh. Where’s Tyh? He killed Tyh. He killed everyone. I’m alone.

Sarah swayed where she was. She heard the door creak open and the
psychopath entered the main lodge. Sarah knew she was about to fight for
her life. A sense of defeat and fear had nestled in her pit. She wanted to
curl up and cry and wish this was all a dream. She wanted to be back at
home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no
place like home.

She could hear him walking around, trashing and throwing the stuff that
came in his way. He walked up to the loft and for a split second, Sarah
thought about gunning for the front door. But her nerves prevented her
from even attempting a getaway. The stairs cracked and groaned as he
stumped down the stairs.

This is it, Sarah told herself grievingly.

*****

Krystyna was pacing in front of the shop. She had covered the bodies with
a table cloth; it still had a coffee stain on it. She heard the sheriff
before she ever saw him arrive. His sirens were blaring and flaring,
lighting either side of the street with streaks of blues and reds. He
finally came to a halt in front of the Corner Café and jumped out of the
car.

“Oh my God, you were serious.” He gasped and walked over to the entrance.
He patted Krystyna on the shoulder as he passed her. Dean Jones lifted the
corner of the cloth and bowed his head at the sight that was revealed to
him. Jessica Paquette and Marley Kluke were staring back blankly. He
sighed and walked over to Krystyna. He nestled her in his arms and stroke
her back. “It’ll be okay. We’re going to find him.” He tried calming her.

They moved to the car and Dean helped Krystyna into the vehicle. He
hurried to his seat and they sped off towards the edge of the forest. The
main street stopped abruptly at the ATV trail entrance. Houses stopped
abruptly further back. “It will take some time before we reach the kids.
You think you can manage such a trek?” He asked the elderly woman.

Her eyes were of a light blue, wrinkled around the edge with a heavy brow.
They radiated with anger and rage and hope and despair. She looked at the
sheriff with teary eyes and rested her shaking hand on his.

“No one will touch my grand-daughter” She said, spitting out the words
with the venom of a snake.

“Right” was all he was able to answer; a melancholic undertone to his
speech.  He got out of the car and opened the door for Krystyna. He lit a
flashlight and handed one to the woman. Her long gray hair, which was
normally kept in a bun, stuck to her face and neck like creeping vines.
She slid the rebel strands behind her ears and walked up to the entrance.

“You have a gun to offer with this flashlight?” She asked, looking at him
through her wet, nappy hair that covered her face.

Sheriff Jones sighed and handed a pistol to Krystyna, instructing her on
how to properly handle it. She prayed silently, walking besides the
sheriff. They were searching the woods as they trekked the trail, their
flashlights acting like spotlights. Krystyna would scream Sarah’s name
from time to time, wishing for a response, an echo. They were not so far
in when Krystyna spotted something in the distance. It looked oddly like a
human body.

“Stay there” He told Krystyna, pointing his flashlight and pistol in front
of him. He stopped where Krystyna saw the silhouette. He lowered his head
and sighed.

“What is it, sheriff?”

“Another body” He let out, cursing aloud. Krystyna gasped and covered her
mouth. “Who?” She inquired, tip-toeing towards the body. “Not my baby…”

“No. It’s Joseph and Linda’s girl. Don’t come any closer.” He spat,
walking away from the gruesome scene and into the clearing. “We have to
get up there before it’s...” He looked at Krystyna and saw the pain in her
eyes. He couldn’t lose hope, now. “Come on, keep your eyes open”

*****

Sarah was crying inside. She heard her attacker walk closer to the pantry.
She clutched her makeshift weapons and pumped herself up. She was thinking
of her tormentors, her bullies, her ex-boyfriends, her father. She was
raging inside, ready to strike the moment he swung the door open. She was
swaying back and forth, her eyes locked on the knob. Her auburn hair fell
across her face and her teeth glowed white in the pitch black coffin. She
half-snarled and half-giggled at the thought of killing this psycho, of
making him suffer. She knew she had lost it at that moment.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are”

PATRICK! Sarah almost spat out the word as it resonated inside her mind.
What the fuck is going on? Sarah thought to herself, clutching her butcher
knife and scissors even stronger. She couldn’t stay put, she was anxious
to defend herself, show this asshole what she was made of. She exhaled
deeply and kicked the pantry door open.

It smacked loudly against Patrick’s shoulder, sending his machete
streaking across the floor. Sarah swung the scissors over her head and
stabbed him in the arm, just above his bicep. She pulled the scissors out
and stabbed him in the chest. He howled in pain and smacked her across the
face, sending her to the floor.

“YOU BITCH!” He tugged the scissors out and dug them in Sarah’s thigh.

“HAAAAAAA”

She kicked him the face, cracking his mask. She pulled the scissors out
and threw them somewhere in the kitchen. She got to her feet as he
tendered to his broken nose. She held the butcher knife tightly in her
hand.

“You’re one mean mother-fucker!” She said swinging her weapon down on
Patrick.

She felt a sharp sting in her abdomen. She dropped the butcher knife and
looked down at her waist. An arrowhead was piercing out of her stomach,
blood dripping darkly around it. Patrick was clutching it angrily, digging
it deeper inside her. She cried out in pain and he pushed her hard against
the counters. She hit her head on the edge and fell to the floor,
unconscious.


She awoke with a throbbing headache and sharp pains in her stomach. Sarah
found herself tied to a chair in the kitchen of the main lodge. Kerosene
lamps were lit all around, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The arrow
had been removed and her wound was bleeding carelessly. Her bra was
stained red and her shorts were moist with her liquids. Her mouth was
gagged and her hands and feet were bound to the chair.

Patrick was resting against the countertop. His wounds had been closed, a
botched job one can only do in a hurry. He removed his cracked mask and
for once Sarah could see the evil in his eyes.

“I didn’t want to kill you, Sarah” He said, standing up confidently. He
caught Sarah glancing at the machete on the ground.

“Don’t even think about it” He said, kicking it away. He rested his hands
on either side of Sarah, his face only a few inches from hers. He was
sniffing her, moving his head about her body. He felt her thighs and moved
his hands between them. Sarah cried and tried kicking him away but the
restraints proved strong.

“Something you want to say?” He smiled and removed the sock from her
mouth. Sarah spat in his face and he smacked her across the cheek. “You
smell of sin, bitch!”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, PATRICK! YOU KILLED HER! YOU FUCKING KILLED THEM ALL!”

“I did what I had to to cleanse the earth of sinners. I don’t answer to
authority, Sarah, I answer to Mother.” He walked over to the machete and
picked it up, looked at it tenderly. “I have a job to do”

“You are sick, Patrick! You need help! Don’t hurt me, please. PLEASE,
PATRICK!”

“Stop calling me that.” He screamed, walking back to the chair, the
machete glinting in the light of the kerosene lamps.  “The name is Jason”

Friday the 13th: The inspiration behind the story

When I was in 4th year of high school my french teacher, Jean-Guy Lacroix, would often add personal touches to our somewhat boring exercises. The one that stuck out the most was our group effort to come up with a storyline for our writing practices. Someone would choose the protagonist, another the subject, and so forth until we had a good basis for the practice.

The one that kinda sparked my imagination was one involving a student finding a pool of red liquid seeping under a classroom door. When I had finished writing the intro I couldn't stop thinking of what happened next? What was the reddish liquid, why was it there, did something happen to the student, the teacher? I took a notebook used for religion class (really, who needs a notebook for religious studies???) and started writing the following events, as I didn't do chapters back then. lmao.

The end result was Student Cemetary, a prophetic story about choices and consequences whether they be good or bad. An action leads to a reaction. That was my very first short story and consisted of about 13 pages. I have since rewritten that story 2 times and wrote several sequels for all reincarnations and all of them more different then the next.

Like everyone who expresses themselves through art, I have found a muse; a friend who inspires me and helps me get through my ever so present writer's block. She is the protagonist in all incarnations of Student Cemetary, Friday the 13th, I Told You So, and We Are The Lucky Ones Here. Anytime I am stuck I turn to her for ideas, routes, anything that could help me move on from a tight narrative. This may be the reason why I am so driven about getting my major in English litterature so I can improve my knowledge of the english language and have better writing skills.

Dream = Published!


When I began to be comfortable writing, I decide to explore a new terrain, the one where you invent all the characters. In turn, I wrote Downhill, a story about spelling bee geeks stumbling into a conspiracy involving mutated humans, secret government agencies, and family connections. It is followed by Downpour.

I spent two years without writing. I didn't have time and I didn't have any ideas. I was always a fan of the Friday the 13th movies because they were one of the few horror movies that didn't scare me when I was younger. Nothing really scary about someone who just doesn't frigging die. And also, it had a good storyline (at first) that wasn't seen in horror movies back then.



And so I watched the 2009 remake and I was dissapointed with how cheesy and gratuitous it was. It lacked the complex storyline and twists that the original had and barely attempted to cover Jason's odd stops where he argues internally with his dead mother, something that was often depicted in the originals.

That struggle reminded me a lot of schizophrenia. So i used that as the backdrop to the writing, reminding the reader that he can be normal around people and snap when the voices start. I also wanted to incorporate people I knew and invented characters. I had in mind to write Jason as one of the teens but not expose him so I used something that usually annoys me, and that is the name change. But it makes sense later on. Hem hem...sequel...hem hem. I wanted to show a more human side to him. Essentially, Jason isn't born a murderer, he was conditioned to become one.

Nonetheless, you can't help but to cheer on the protagonist and see the bad guy lose.

But this is Jason. He never really loses, does he?!


Candles are out,
Eleven's Ink

Chapter 10 from a short story

So we know by now what happened in Crystal Lake eight years prior to Sarah coming back to visit her bapcia for the summer. We know she has a fragile relationship with Travis and a budding relationship with Tyh. She learns of the devastating attack that Pamela Voorhees committed eight years prior and of the death of her childhood friend, Melinda.

Dan Dubois and Dana Roy were just about to get cozy when something interrupted them, prompting Dan to leave and Dana to investigate, leading to her untimely death.

Sarah and Tyh have gotten jobs working at the newly re-opened Camp Crystal Lake. Sarah meets some of Tyh's friends, Jessica Paquette and her boyfriend Jacob Tibbett, who later come face to face with death.

The main couple's relationship gets stronger and they are anxiosuly awaiting the party to begin later that night. They have supper with Bapcia before heading out to the party at Camp Crystal Lake to celebrate the opening and to get better acquanited with the rest of the counselors.

They meet up with Dan Dubois and Liane Labrie by the hiking trail where the foursome splits up, leaving Liane to trek the trail alone. While the other three are busy canoeing to the Camp, Liane is hunted down and murdered by Jason Voorhees.

Before the trio have a chance to dock at the beach camp, Michael O'Shay and his girlfriend, Sandra Clarke, are fatally attacked by psychopath Jason Voorhees. The trio finally arrive at the beach and are ready to party with their friends and Tyh is anticipating presenting Sarah to his friends.

They mingle togheter around the bonfire, Sarah getting better acquainted with some of Tyh's friends and realise some are nicer then others. As the night grows and the teens get intoxicated they slowly start to seperate. Kevin and Meredith head towards their cabin. We learn that Meredith is cheating on her boyfriend with different people. The rain has started to fall and the teens are getting restless.

While Yasmina and Patrick head to their cabin, Meredith and Kevin are ruthlessly murdered by Jason Voorhees. Dan, Sarah, and Tyh start a game of cards that quickly turn to a more heated session between the later two. They ask Dan to give them a moment alone leading to Dan's murder.

Yasmina and Patrick return from their cabin. Yasmina was sleeping but Patrick continued his murder spree and we eventually learn of his true origin. However, the remaining trio are unaware of Patrick's dark secret.

This is what transpired:


10
Into the Corner

“And then Mr. Lange pulled you out of class” Yasmina laughed. Tyh
remembered that incident quite clearly. He had never laughed as hard as he
had that day. Mr. Lange had it coming, though; he very much liked taunting
the students and Tyh had decided that pulling off the teacher’s toupee was
a just punishment. He had merited detention for that little stunt.

“Still not as bad as when you and Dana had the catfight outside. Now that
was intense.” Tyh added, scooping up a handful of barbeque chips.

“That bitch asked for it. She was all over my Patrick. Whore!” Yasmina
spat out, stealing a gulp from Sarah’s beer.

“You can have it, it tastes nasty.” Sarah said, lifting her right leg up
on the chair and resting her chin on her knee. “I don’t remember going to
school with Dana”

“You didn’t, she moved here afterwards; most have. A lot of families moved
away after the murders. Not many new families moved in since.” Tyh added.
He cracked open a new beer and changed the frequency. The music was
getting tiresome. He finally settled on a hard-rock channel and “I don’t
care” by Apocalyptica was blaring in the background.

The humid air was creeping inside the cabin and the rain had finally
settled to a milder shower. Their clothes stuck to their skin. The Arab
girl removed her shirt and Sarah did the same. Both were sporting matching
bras.

“Don’t we have great taste” Yasmina giggled. She had somewhat sobered up
before coming back but the beer only made the drunk in her resurface. She
slurred her words and spun where she sat.

“We do. And you should be drinking water.” Sarah replied, grabbing the
beer from Yasmina. She emptied it out in the sink and rejoined her
boyfriend at the table. She sat on his lap and gave him a kiss on the
cheek.

“I should maybe go check up on Patrick” Yasmina blurted out, just as her
boyfriend walked inside the cabin.

“Couldn’t find your bottle” He said, looking past Yasmina at Tyh. “The
canoe is almost submerged; want to help me hang it on the rack?” He asked
his friend.

“Sure. I’ll be right back” He added, kissing his girlfriend tenderly.

“I love you, Patrick” Yasmina whispered. Her boyfriend didn’t look back as
he left with Tyh. The later closed the door behind them. “What did I do
wrong, I don’t get it?” She asked herself, looking at Sarah through teary
eyes.

*****

The canoe was rocking on the water, knocking softly against the docks.
Lightning lit the darkened sky, showcasing the immense body of Crystal
Lake. The door to the boathouse was swinging wildly in the wind and the
trees were swaying to the beat of the storm. Tyh could barely hear himself
think.

“So what do you think of Sarah” He found himself screaming.

“She’s ok.” He answered, walking steadily towards the canoe. Tyh noticed
he wasn’t behaving normally. It wasn’t like him to keep his answers
shorts. In the five years he knew him, Patrick had always been the
talkative type. Something wasn’t right.

“Are you feeling, alright?” Tyh asked.

Patrick just kept walking. He didn’t seem to even be paying attention; his
eyes blank, his pace neutral.

YOUR EMOTIONS ARE GUIDING YOU SON. HE IS A SINNER, THEY ALL ARE.
He is my friend, mother. He never hurt me. HE HURTS THE WORLD. HE HURTS
OUR GOD ABOVE. HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MOTHER?“Hey, Patrick, snap out of it” Tyh barked, grabbing his friend by the
shoulder and stopping him dead in his tracks. His gaze still lingered into
the void. His breathing had become a regulated hollow heaving. Somewhat
menacing, thought Tyh.

Kill him boy. Kill ‘em all.Patrick lunged out and smacked Tyh in the face with his elbow, knocking
his friend down. Tyh spat out blood and tried getting up. “What the fuck
are you doing?” The guy he thought he knew had just hit him and knocked
him down on the docks, made him bleed. Sarah. He was struggling to get to
his feet when Patrick kicked him in the chest and then in the head. Tyh
lolled on the docks, his head spinning and his insides churning with pain.
Sarah. He was just about to vomit when Patrick grabbed him by the collar
and dragged him to the end of the dock.

“You, out of all people” Patrick said, a laugh in his voice. “A sinner
hiding as a friend. Trying to corrupt me from the mission.” He continued
preaching. “I tried living a normal life, Tyh, I really did.”Tyh jerked,
struggling to break free from Patrick’s unusually strong grip. “You
don’t–“

“SHUT UP!” He yelled, grabbing Tyh by the mane. “Temptation and
manipulation will not work on me. I am above you sinner” And he dunked
Tyh’s head into the chilly waters of Crystal Lake. His body trashed about
as Patrick kept his head under water. Sarah. Tyh was blind. The water was
darker then hell and it was slowly invading his lungs. He coughed and
tried lifting his head to catch a breath but it did not happen. Sarah. He
felt himself drown, slowly and painfully.

Tyh wasn’t moving anymore, still and dead. Patrick lifted him out of the
water and dragged his body into the boathouse. He closed the door and lit
the kerosene lamp that was hanging on the wall. He looked at the jumpsuit
and the hockey mask and then thought of mother. THE NIGHT ISN'T OVER, BOY.

*****

Krystyna was sitting on a bench, catching her breath. Her umbrella was
dancing in the wind, barely protecting her from the rain that blistered
the small town. She was frantically searching for her cellphone. She found
it in the bottom of her purse. She flipped it open and dialed the local
sheriff’s home number. He answered after the third ring. She cut him off.

“Sherriff Jones! He’s here. He’s in Crystal Lake.” She cried. She looked
about the road. Krystyna was still alone, illuminated by a streetlamp. The
town was asleep and Jason Voorhees had returned to finish what his mother
had started.

“Slow down, Krystyna. Who’s here? What’s going on? It’s two in the morning
god –“

“Jason Voorhees” Krystyna whispered, afraid of saying his name any louder
of fear it would attract him to her. “There are two bodies at the Corner
Café and one by the shore. It smells of Voorhees.”

“Are you sure? He disappeared –“

“Eight years ago, yes I know, Dean. Don’t you forget I once held power in
this town, sheriff. I know about his role in the murders, about how he
butchered his own sister.”

“You didn’t have power, Krystyna. You were married to the sheriff. And let
me remind you that I’m the sheriff now. I don’t know what you’re babbling
about or where you’re calling from, but you should head back to bed, Mrs.
Wieckowski.”

Krystyna got off the bench and walked over to the Corner Café, the rain
bouncing off her umbrella. She looked down at the two girls that were
resting peacefully on the floor of the local shop. She was overwhelmed
with tears. “I’m standing in front of the bodies, Dean; Jessica Paquette
and Marley Kluke. My dziewczynka is at that camp, Dean.” She began crying
hysterically and crumbled on the steps of the Corner Café. Her umbrella
flew away in the wind.

“Stay where you are, I’m coming.”

Krystyna ended the call then dialed her granddaughter’s number. “Pick up,
pick up, pick up!”

*****

Yasmina was rolling a joint and singing along to the song on the radio.
Sarah’s cellphone began ringing. Yasmina looked at the call display.
Bapcia. “Hey, white girl, some bapcia is calling you” She yelled. Sarah
jumped off the couch and ran to the table, grabbed her phone and swung it
open.

“Hey bapcia, I was just about –“

“You’re okay…A safe…and stay…” The line was faltering and Sarah couldn’t
quite understand what her grand-mother was saying.

“You’re breaking up, I can’t hear you” Sarah said, smiling at Yasmina. She
mouthed something like clingy and grabbed the joint that Yasmina had
handed her. She took a puff and exhaled discreetly.

“Stay there…coming…something sharp to…” The line went dead. Sarah took a
deep hit of the joint and passed it back to her new friend. “I think she
said she was coming”

“What? Why would she come here?” Yasmina asked, inhaling deep puffs of
smoke. Her eyes squinted and she laughed. Sarah didn’t know why the sudden
outburst of laughter but soon she was giggling herself. “I can’t believe I
never smoked before tonight. Everything is so god-damn funny.”

The wind swooshed by the open windows and the door blew open, frightening
both girls off of their chair. Yasmina grabbed Sarah’s hand and gasped as
a tall masked man entered the cabin. Sarah backed away, locking eyes with
the guy behind the mask. Pure terror was emanating from his gaze and she
couldn’t help but to look away. She could feel her friend’s grip getting
tighter.

“And who the fuck are you?” Yasmina asked, forcing herself to sound brave.

The guy in the jumpsuit just stood still and silent but his head tilted
slightly to the left. He clutched a machete that just came into view.
Sarah looked at Yasmina and cowered into the corner

Chapter 9 from a short story

We will leave the present time for now and travel back to the macabre night that changed Jason/Patrick forever. Although I don't go too much into detail because I  do explain more about Jodie Voorhees in "Friday the 13th Part II"

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.

Chapter 8 from a short story

So we know by now what happened in Crystal Lake eight years prior to Sarah coming back to visit her bapcia for the summer. We know she has a fragile relationship with Travis and a budding relationship with Tyh. She learns of the devastating attack that Pamela Voorhees committed eight years prior and of the death of her childhood friend, Melinda.

Dan Dubois and Dana Roy were just about to get cozy when something interrupted them, prompting Dan to leave and Dana to investigate, leading to her untimely death.

Sarah and Tyh have gotten jobs working at the newly re-opened Camp Crystal Lake. Sarah meets some of Tyh's friends, Jessica Paquette and her boyfriend Jacob Tibbett, who later come face to face with death.

The main couple's relationship gets stronger and they are anxiosuly awaiting the party to begin later that night. They have supper with Bapcia before heading out to the party at Camp Crystal Lake to celebrate the opening and to get better acquanited with the rest of the counselors.

They meet up with Dan Dubois and Liane Labrie by the hiking trail where the foursome splits up, leaving Liane to trek the trail alone. While the other three are busy canoeing to the Camp, Liane is hunted down and murdered by Jason Voorhees.

Before the trio have a chance to dock at the beach camp, Michael O'Shay and his girlfriend, Sandra Clarke, are fatally attacked by psychopath Jason Voorhees. The trio finally arrive at the beach and are ready to party with their friends and Tyh is anticipating presenting Sarah to his friends.

They mingle togheter around the bonfire, Sarah getting better acquainted with some of Tyh's friends and realise some are nicer then others. As the night grows and the teens get intoxicated they slowly start to seperate. Kevin and Meredith head towards their cabin. We learn that Meredith is cheating on her boyfriend with different people. The rain has started to fall and the teens are getting restless.

While Yasmina and Patrick head to their cabin, Meredith and Kevin are ruthlessly murdered by Jason Voorhees. Dan, Sarah, and Tyh start a game of cards that quickly turn to a more heated session between the later two. The night has only begun.

This is what transpired:

8
Kill Her, Jason

The poker game had heated up quickly. Dan was walking in the rain towards
the main lodge at the couple’s request. When most of their clothes had
dropped, they begun making out on the sofa while Dan shuffled the cards,
looking at the time pass by. They whispered to each other then Tyh asked
if Dan could leave them alone for a few minutes. He nodded and grinned and
left the cabin.

The rain was pouring around him as he quickened his pace towards the main
lodge, passing the rusted canoe racks. All the spaces were occupied with
rusted canoes, safe one space. Dan noticed and quickly spotted the missing
canoe by the docks, just pass the tree line. A small narrow path leaded
him towards the beach and in full view of Crystal Lake. The rain splashing
on the water sounded much like an orchestra. The light of the boathouse
flickered and the door swung loosely on its hinges. Dan walked over to the
dock leading to the dismantled boathouse and thought twice before stepping
on it. He knew O’Shay was probably in there, waiting to scare the first
person stupid enough to have a check.

He decided to have a look anyways and stepped on the dock. He passed the
canoe he had arrived in earlier that night. It had an inch of water in
the bottom and the rain kept pouring in. The door swung wildly in the
wind, making Dan jump with fright. The door blew open again and Dan
walked inside.

The abandoned motor boats knocked mildly against the wooden platform, as
the tide came in through the opening. The flickering light revealed
bloodied legs protruding from one of the vessels. Dan stepped closer and
peered in the boat. Sandra’s lifeless eyes looked up at him, blank as a
portrait. Dan gagged and jumped back, knocking over several jars. The
sound of the metal objects clinking on the floor resonated in the cramp
boathouse. Dan was just about to run out the door when he spotted a man by
the entrance. He was tall and menacing, an antique hockey mask covering
his deadly gaze. He wore a bloodied jumpsuit and wielded a very sharp
machete.

“You killed her! You fucking killed her!” Dan howled, running at the man
twice his size. He swung several punches at the killer’s chest, barely
irritating the man. His head tilted and he grabbed Dan by the neck. He
lifted him off the ground and swung him across the room. Dan landed hard
on various boating equipment, groaning loudly with pain. He attempted to
get to his feet when Jason arrived by his side, looking down at him
silently.

Dan attempted to kick and punch wildly but pain shot through his bones.
Jason examined his machete, slowly twisting it this way and that. Dan
begged and pled. Suddenly, Jason stopped and stabbed the machete down in
Dan’s torso. Blood oozed out of the wound, caressing the blade of the
machete. Jason plucked the blade out and Dan sat up in agony. Jason swung
the machete sideways, decapitating the teenage boy. His head rolled off
the platform and splashed in the murky waters of Crystal Lake.

Jason looked out the window at the illuminated cabin beyond the trees. His
breathing intensified as he stepped out of the boathouse.

*****

The rain was not ceasing and the wind had increased. It howled outside and
fogged the windows. Sarah was looking at the cards in her hands. She knew
she was losing this round and she had barely any clothing left to remove.
The boys grinned as Sarah laid her cards down. Tyh clapped his hands and
Dan laughed. “Looks like you’re going to be stark naked” Dan said,
grinning.

“Over my dead body” Sarah laughed, reaching over for a kiss that Tyh
gladly accepted. “She’s mine” Tyh said between pecks. He grabbed her by
the waist and they moved towards the couch. Sarah was on her back, her
breasts bouncing in her bra as Tyh began grinding against her. “I’ve never
done this before” Sarah whispered. “Maybe it’s time you try.” He answered
tenderly. He sucked on her right earlobe; Sarah cleared her throat and
darted her eyes left and right. Tyh looked at her funny. “Dan” she
whispered. “Right” he said before asking Dan if he could give them a
minute.

Dan laughed and cheered his friend on before leaving the cabin. “Are you
sure you want to do this?” Tyh asked, gazing into his lover’s eyes. “Tyh”
She answered, looking back at him. “I now know that what I called love was
not love. I love you, Tyh Simms” She reached for a kiss which he met
halfway. “I want you” He growled, “So bad”.


They had been kissing and groping now for nearly thirty minutes when the
door to the cabin blew open and they heard a high pitch squeal. They
jumped off the couch and saw Yasmina and Patrick. “Whoa, white girl and my
boy Tyh are getting it on” Yasmina laughed, pausing dramatically between
each words.

“Well, you seem…sober” Tyh answered back, fastening his pants.

“I fucked her to sobriety” Patrick laughed as Yasmina slapped him across
the chest.

“You’re such a jerk sometimes. I actually fell asleep” She said sitting at
the table. Patrick did the same and started rolling a joint. Sarah looked
at Tyh and sighed. “I guess we’ll join you.” She put her shorts back on
and slipped her tank over her head. They walked over to the table and
joined their friends.

“Where the fuck is everybody?” Yasmina said, lighting the joint her
boyfriend had just handed her. She puffed and handed it to Sarah. “You
smoke ganja, white girl?”

“I smoke the ganja, wangsta!” Sarah answered, grabbing the joint. The boys
laughed and Yasmina joined along. Sarah took a puff of the joint and
choked out smoke. Patrick shot a funny comment and Tyh jabbed him on the
shoulder.

“Wow. How do you guys smoke this shit” She said, still choking. Sarah
passed the joint to Tyh who had no problem puffing on it. She was thirsty
for something other then alcohol.

“So how long have you been together?”  Sarah asked as she poured herself a
glass of water. The taps shook when Sarah turned them and the water
eventually came out brown. Sarah sighed and opened the fridge. She grabbed
a beer and cracked it open.

“I fell in love with Patrick in ninth grade, the first day he moved here”
Yasmina answered lovingly. Patrick kissed her on the cheek and smirked,
adjusting his cowboy hat.

“She didn’t put out until eleventh grade, though.” He continued. He was
once again assaulted by his girlfriend.

“The real question is when did you lose your virginity, Patrick?” Sarah
asked. The room suddenly went silent and Yasmina stared down her
boyfriend. “Well, answer her question. When did you lose your virginity?”
she asked with attitude.

“I told you, baby. I never cheated on you. You were my first.” He leaned
in for a kiss and she didn’t deny him. Yasmina turned back to Sarah. “So
yeah, we’ve been practically a couple since then.” She giggled and made
towards the fridge.

“No more vodka, babe.” She said, eyeing her boyfriend. He didn’t respond
to her silent demand. Sarah looked at Tyh. “Fine, I’ll go get it” Yasmina
pouted and slammed the fridge door shut.

She was putting on her jacket when Patrick got off his chair. “Nah you
stay here and chatter; I’ll go get your fucking alcohol.” He walked out
the cabin.

Yasmina was still and awed. “What the fuck did I do?” She removed her
jacket and slumped on the nearest chair.

Sarah laughed and they started telling her about stuff they did back in
high school. She smiled at the guy she now called her boyfriend.

*****

Patrick was grunting as he walked, annoyed by his girlfriend’s abuse of
alcohol. She was gearing up to finish like her good-for-nothing alcoholic
mother. He pouted all the way to the cabin, relishing the cold rain that
bounced off his skin. He walked inside the cabin, threw his cowboy hat on
the couch and swung open the rusted fridge door. Yasmina’s half-empty
bottle of vodka lay perfectly still atop the dingy metal shelves. He
grabbed it quickly and slammed the door shut. It fell off its hinges and
emitted low growls until a puff of smoke blew out the bottom.

“Great” He spat out, swinging the bottle of vodka across the room. It made
contact with the furthest wall and exploded on impact, sending the vodka
splashing about. Its strong smell invaded the room, reminding Patrick of
his girlfriend’s breath after a hard night of partying.

He was beginning to realize he was losing her to the very thing that
destroyed her own family. He slammed his fist down and sighed. He had
handled enough drama in his childhood. He was fucked up enough. All he
wanted, all he ever wanted, was to live happy with his girlfriend. He was
thinking in the past tense. Not good.

He looked at the blue jumpsuit that was spread across the couch, the white
hockey mask resting menacingly on top of it.At that moment, he understood
he had to do to her what he did to everyone else. Rid her of her sins.

Kill her boy. She’s a whore like the rest of them. Kill her, Jason.

Chapter 7 from a short story

So we know by now what happened in Crystal Lake eight years prior to Sarah coming back to visit her bapcia for the summer. We know she has a fragile relationship with Travis and a budding relationship with Tyh. She learns of the devastating attack that Pamela Voorhees committed eight years prior and of the death of her childhood friend, Melinda.

Dan Dubois and Dana Roy were just about to get cozy when something interrupted them, prompting Dan to leave and Dana to investigate, leading to her untimely death.

Sarah and Tyh have gotten jobs working at the newly re-opened Camp Crystal Lake. Sarah meets some of Tyh's friends, Jessica Paquette and her boyfriend Jacob Tibbett, who later come face to face with death.

The main couple's relationship gets stronger and they are anxiosuly awaiting the party to begin later that night. They have supper with Bapcia before heading out to the party at Camp Crystal Lake to celebrate the opening and to get better acquanited with the rest of the counselors.

They meet up with Dan Dubois and Liane Labrie by the hiking trail where the foursome splits up, leaving Liane to trek the trail alone. While the other three are busy canoeing to the Camp, Liane is hunted down and murdered by Jason Voorhees.

Before the trio have a chance to dock at the beach camp, Michael O'Shay and his girlfriend, Sandra Clarke, are fatally attacked by psychopath Jason Voorhees. The trio finally arrive at the beach and are ready to party with their friends and Tyh is anticipating presenting Sarah to his friends.

They mingle togheter around the bonfire, Sarah getting better acquainted with some of Tyh's friends and realise some are nicer then others. As the night grows and the teens get intoxicated they slowly start to seperate. Kevin and Meredith head towards their cabin. We learn that Meredith is cheating on her boyfriend with different people. The rain has started to fall and the teens are getting restless.

Here is what transpired:

Chapter 7
Strip! Strip! Strip!

Storm clouds streaked the sky above, partially shadowing the moonlight.
Sarah could feel the first rain drops on her skin. The last lights from
town had faded and the lake stood eerily still, spare the family of ducks
swimming near the boathouse. Yasmina was fiddling with her cell phone,
spilling sticky cola down her chest .m

“Fuck!” She giggled, dropping both her cell phone and her glass. She was
just about to fall when Patrick swept her off her feet. “You need to get
some sleep, sweets.” He said, kissing her loose lips. Her head lolled, her
lips twitched and she emitted low giggles between breaths. Patrick took
off his cowboy hat and placed it on top of his girlfriend’s head.

“I shink I wansh ya” She slurred, slumping in his arms. He looked at the
remaining trio by the fire and laughed. “I shink I’ll put her to bed” He
said, walking off with his girlfriend in his arms. They walked into cabin
“2”; the very one Melinda had been murdered in. Sarah remembered the news
report from two nights ago. The anchorwoman had walked out of that very
cabin.

The night was young, Sarah thought. It wasn’t even midnight and already
half the people were already huddled in their respective cabins. The full
moon had been completely shadowed by the storm clouds. The small drops of
rain had begun falling faster and harder; bouncing off the copper roofs,
sounding not much different then loud percussions. Sarah and the boys ran
inside the first cabin, the one furthest from the main lodge.

Tyh lit a couple of kerosene lamps, setting them here and there. The
sounds of the rain hitting metal hypnotized Sarah. Tyh handed them a beer
and they sat around the log table. It was crooked and slightly moldy. It
matched the décor, at least, Sarah said to herself. She tied her auburn
hair into a ponytail and took a sip from her beer. She shivered.

“What kind of beer is this?” She asked, choking. “It tastes like shit.”
She walked over to the metal basin they called a kitchen sink and emptied
her bottle while the boys laughed and pounded their fists down.

“You didn’t have to waste the beer.” Dan snickered.

“We got plenty. Anyways, it’s not like the rest of them will be joining us
soon.” Tyh answered, as Sarah sat on his lap and sealed his happiness with
a kiss.

“They will be far too busy fornicating to think about us and this supposed
party” Sarah continued, amidst pecks and puckers.

“Said the girl that’s making out” Dan sighed.

*****

Meredith was tying her boyfriend’s hands with makeshift restraints when
she felt the sudden urge to go pee. “I really have to pee, babe” She said,
making Kevin laugh. He was lying naked on the bed, both his hands tied to
the massive oak posts with leather belts. “You’re going to leave me like
this?” He smirked, struggling with the restraints. “What if a crazed
psychopath comes in to kill me?”

She laughed and bit her lower lip. “I’m the only one that will have any
kind of physical contact with you tonight.” She said, slipping on her
boyfriend’s jersey. It hung loose around her waist, leaving her long legs
bare. She walked over to the door and turned to her boyfriend and smiled.
“Wait for me. I’ll be right back.”

“I wouldn’t go anywhere even if I could.” He laughed as Meredith exited
the cabin. There were several candles flaring near the windows, their
wicks dancing in the wind. Kevin closed his eyes and stretched his limbs.
He pictured his girlfriend doing dirty things to him. The door creaked
open but his eyes remained shut. “That was quick, baby”

Meredith didn’t reply. Kevin opened his eyes to find a massive masked man
standing in the doorway.  “Is that you, O’Shay? Get the fuck outta here!”
Kevin yelled, half-laughing. The stranger closed the door behind him. “Ok,
this isn’t funny, O’Shay!”

Kill him boy. Kill for mommy. Teenage sin!

Jason Voorhees walked over to the brown-plaid couch and grabbed the rope
that was used to tie the boat. He unrolled the bundle and proceeded
towards the bed, where Kevin was securely fastened. “Back off, O’Shay!” He
started tugging the belts, trying to break free of the binding. He jerked
his body and grinded his teeth as he struggled to break free. The end of
the short rope fell at Jason’s feet as he moved in with the other end.
“HEEEELP!”  Kevin screamed, kicking his legs this way and that.


Meredith closed the cabin door, whistling to herself. The rain was
tickling her skin; her short red hair plastered against her face. She
immediately noticed the abandoned bonfire. It had shrunk in size and heat.
The flames were barely a flicker. They must have retreated for the night,
she thought. Cabin “2” was completely black while the first cabin, the one
furthest from the main lodge, was alive with lights and music. Meredith
crouched behind the first tree she found. “I will never get used to this”
She said, listening to her urine plop on the leaves below matching the
beat of the rain. She got back up and began walking back when she heard
her boyfriend’s plea for help. Her body froze and her mind went numb.

He screamed again.

Meredith started running towards the cabin, mud splashing around as she
ran, and busted through the door. Her world turned upside down the second
she stepped inside. All the happiness she had ever known was stripped from
her memory.

Kevin was being hoisted into the air. A noose hung tight around his neck
and a masked man was pulling him up, using the large solid beam like a
pulley. Her boyfriend’s legs were flailing about, desperately searching
land. His fingers were clawing at the rope, some fingernails ripped off
from the struggle. His back arched as he went higher towards the ceiling.
Blood was tearing out of his eyes. And he was looking at Meredith. She
moved her shaking hands towards her mouth then let out a cry of horror.
Jason spun around, never letting go of the rope.

Meredith ran out the door as Jason fastened the rope around a beam. He
removed his bow and strung an arrow to its chord.

Meredith could barely see through her tear soaked eyes. She could barely
walk, her legs feeling like pudding below her. Her mind could barely
think, images of her dying boyfriend clouting her brain. The rain was
weighing down hard as she ran towards the sound of music, screaming out
for help. The ground was slippery with mud and wet grass. The skies
cracked above and lightning lighted the darkened night.

“TURN OFF THE FUCKING MUSIC!! HEEELP!!”

Meredith ran as fast as she could; she was just a few feet from banging on
the window. She could see it, she attempted a smile. She never even looked
back to see if the abnormally large man was pursuing her. She stopped to
catch her breath and raised her fist to pound on the window. At the same
time, an arrow whizzed behind her and struck her in the shoulder. Her arm
went limp and she howled in pain. She heard the music stop as another
arrow met her in the back of the head. Meredith slumped to the ground.

*****

“What was that?” Sarah said, shutting off the music. “I swear I heard
screaming”. She moved towards the kitchen window and peered out. It was
pitch black outside and the sound of the rain dominated the night.
Lightning flashed in the sky and for a few short seconds, Sarah could
swear she saw a large man stalking behind cabin “3”.

“Someone’s out there.” Sarah whispered.

Dan turned on the music again, the hard techno beats drumming in the
background. Sarah shrugged and walked back towards the table and the poker
game. She checked her cell phone. No missed calls. I guess granny is
starting to trust me, Sarah thought. She picked up her cards and looked at
the boys. “Where were we?”

“I believe you just lost this round. You know what that means.” Dan said
with a smirk.

“Strip! Strip! Strip!” They began shouting, pounding down their fists on
the table as Sarah sighed and started removing her shirt to the beat of
the music.