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."