Cody
06-07-2009, 05:10 PM
I was looking over some of my old fan fiction and ran across this short story, which I don't think I ever shared with the board.
This was my attempt at writing prose, a test since I'm not used to writing novel-style. I stick to screenplays and deal with dialogue, descriptions are brief and I don't have to delve too deeply into a character's mind on the page.
But then the chance to pitch some F13/NOES/FD ideas to Black Flame came up, and giving prose a try seemed like a good idea. This was the sample chapter I typed up... and since I didn't get a response from Black Flame, this was also the end of the experiment.
So, what was intended as a "pre-title sequence" bit of stalking and slashing became a complete short story in itself, set post-Freddy vs. Jason and wrapping up a loose end from the Paramount days.
I wasn't especially happy with it at the time, but looking at it now I think I did alright. But if you think it's horrible, keep in mind... it was only a test...
Download (http://www.geocities.com/sumbudy_2001/F13_Beginning_End.rtf) or read here
FRIDAY THE 13TH: A BEGINNING'S END
Written by Cody Hamman
It would have been a truly beautiful sight if this
were anywhere else. The bright, full moon hung low
over the dark trees lining the lake shore, so low
that it looked like it was actually scraping along
the tops of them. The still water of the lake looked
like a second sky, the moon reflected in its center.
Eighteen year old Britni looked out at Crystal Lake
and shivered, pulling her sweatshirt tighter around
herself. It wasn't a particularly cold night, it was
the location and situation in which she found herself
that sent the chill running down her spine.
She knew the few dilapidated cabins that made up
the remains of Camp Crystal Lake, or Camp Blood as
everyone calls it, were almost directly across the
water from her, though she couldn't make them out.
The campgrounds were obscured by trees, shrouded in
darkness and the light mist that was beginning to
roll out of the woods.
If things had gone according to the mayor's plans,
Britni would've been looking at a large, bustling
fishing resort right now. "Lake Crystal Resorts" were
supposed to have opened a couple years ago, but there
had been a... problem... Like when someone sabotaged
the attempts to re-open Camp Crystal Lake after the
murders there in 1958, someone had obviously objected
to the idea of the resorts and decided to put a stop
to the construction. Some property damage and a huge-
ass explosion had done the trick. Britni heard a
rumor that there had also been blood all over the
place, but no bodies found... Not a rare occurance
around these parts.
In fact, something weird had been going on in
Crystal Lake again over the last week - hunters and
hikers going out in the woods and not coming back. So
far only three people were missing, so the Crystal
Lake police were still tiptoeing around the subject,
not revealing which direction their investigations
were going or what they thought was going on. Their
secrecy tactics did nothing to keep the town's
residents from stirring themselves up into a paranoid
fear that "it's happening again".
Which was why Britni was beginning to think she
should just leave. Go home right now, forget the
plans she had made.
Britni stood on the porch of the main cabin at Camp
Packanack, waiting for her boyfriend. He had left her
alone on the porch a few minutes ago, walking off
along the side of the cabin to go find a way to get
into the building.
Originally her boyfriend had wanted to spend the
night at Camp Blood, but Britni had quickly shot down
this idea. She'd join him in living dangerously if
she must, but not that dangerously. He had then
brought up an alternative. After a couple days of
near-constant pushing - if she ever heard "Camp
Packanack" and "Thursday night" used together in a
sentence again in her life, Britni thought she might
scream - Britni had given in and accepted his "Camp
Packanack compromise".
Much like Camp Blood, Packanack has been closed for
a long time - over twenty years, in fact. The cabins
are dusty and cobwebbed, the two decades of weather,
disrepair and neglect beginning to take its toll on
the wood. Also much like Camp Blood, Packanack was
the site of several brutal murders. Legend has it
that Jason Voorhees stalked these grounds, murdering
a group of young camp counselors-in-training. The
thought of this sent another chill down Britni's
spine... Jason could've walked right where she was
now standing. He could've even stood right in this
same spot, looking through the windows into the main
cabin. Watching the unsuspecting young people inside,
full of life, laughter, hopes and plans. Completely
unaware of the imminent danger and death...
But still, there had only been one such occurance
at Camp Packanack, rather than the several occurances
at Camp Blood. After Packanack closed it stayed empty
and nothing bad ever happened there again. That's why
Britni accepted the compromise. Her boyfriend got to
have his "night at a murder site" thrill, while
Britni got to feel a bit safer about it all. This
place was definitely the lesser of two evils.
A loud bang and the sound of splintering wood
coming from the cabin behind her derailed Britni's
train of thought, startling her. For a moment she
imagined that this was it - she had tempted fate and
now Jason had returned to add her to his list of
victims, busting through the cabin wall right behind
her, machete in hand, raised and ready to strike.
Jason would tower over her, hate glowing in his eyes
as he looked down at her through the eyeholes of his
hockey mask, taking a moment to stare her down, to
let her realize she was about to die... Then the
machete blade would come swinging toward her...
Britni turned her back on the lake, turning toward
the cabin, still half-expecting to find the legendary
slasher standing behind her. She did find that
someone had come up onto the porch with her while she
wasn't paying attention, and this person did have a
rusty-bladed axe in hand...
"Noah! What are you doing?"
Her boyfriend, Noah, looked back at her as he
pulled the axe blade out of the cabin's front door.
"I'm getting us into the cabin."
Noah had chopped into the old wooden door a few
inches above the doorknob, leaving a hole the length
and width of the axe blade that went clear through
the other side.
"You were supposed to find a way that would leave
no sign that we were here."
"I tried, but couldn't. So now, here we go..."
Noah swung the axe into the door again, this time
beside the doorknob, the top of the blade connecting
with the edge of the first cut.
"Where'd you get the axe?"
"It was stuck in a tree stump out back. Wedged in
pretty good, too. Damn near herniated myself trying
to pull it out."
Judging by the way Noah grunted as he pulled the
axe back out of the door, this wasn't too easy,
either. The two cuts and the doorframe now made
three sides of an unfinished square.
"If we have to break in, why don't you just bust a
window?"
"Because, think about it - if we come back later
this year, when it's colder out, which would you
rather have? A door we can prop closed or a wide open
window?"
It was a pointless question as far as Britni was
concerned. "We're not coming back."
Noah just laughed this off as he re-positioned
himself and prepared to swing the axe into the door
for the third and hopefully final time.
WHACK!
The axe blade chopped deep into the wooden door
again, the bottom of the blade connecting with the
edge of the second cut. The cut-and-frame square was
nearly completed, only a few centimeters of wood
remaining between the top of the third cut and the
edge of the door.
Noah pulled the axe out of the door and set the
head of it down on the porch floor, leaning the
handle against the side of the cabin. He then took
a step back from the door and kicked it as hard as
he could right below the third cut.
The centimeters of wood between the end of the cut
and the edge of the door cracked open. The locked
doorknob remained in place as the rest of the door
swung inward.
Noah looked back at Britni, smiling. "That was
awesome."
Noah's smile disappeared when he saw Britni. She
stood there, hugging herself as if she were cold,
her expression a mixture of fear and apprehension.
"I'm glad you're having fun," she replied.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing..." She was going to leave it at that, but
then she sighed and continued, "I'm just still not
convinced that we should be doing this."
"We shouldn't. That's the fun of it."
"I can't talk you out of this, can I? All the
reasons I could give for why we should just get out
of here are the same reasons you find it so exciting."
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Fine..." Britni said as she turned away for a
moment to grab the portable radio they'd brought
along off of the porch railing. Radio in hand, she
turned back to Noah and began walking toward him.
"Let's just do this and get it over with then," she
said as she brushed past him, stepping through the
doorway and into the dark cabin.
Noah looked in after her, shaking his head. She was
being such a chicken about this whole thing.
"Oh, lighten up," he said, as he followed her into
the cabin.
It was extremely dark inside the cabin, as expected
since the electricity had been shut off twenty years
before, but the blue glow of the moonlight shining
through the windows was enough illumination for
Britni and Noah to make their way around inside
without running into walls or tripping over any of
the dusty old furniture.
From the looks of things, nothing had been taken
out before the cabin had been locked up. Britni was
surprised and relieved that the couch in the main
room seemed intact, rather than ripped up and turned
into a rat hotel. There were even personal belongings
scattered around on tables and cabinets, including a
couple early 80s handheld video games laying on a
table beside the stairs in the main room. The
belongings of the long deceased, Britni assumed.
Noah was interested in the fireplace. "Maybe we
could start a fire later."
Britni shook her head, "We can't. People would see
the smoke."
Britni and Noah looked around the first floor for
about fifteen minutes. In one room Britni noted a
broken window covered by a piece of plywood.
"Wouldn't it have just been easier to pry that
plywood off and crawl through the window?" she asked
Noah. He ignored her. He obviously hadn't noticed the
window when he had been looking for easy ways in.
Britni doubted he had searched very hard, the search
ending as soon as he spotted the axe. But, what was
done was done.
Once they had seen every room on the first floor,
they headed upstairs.
There wasn't much upstairs, other than a small
bathroom room there was only bedrooms. This suited
Noah's plans just fine. All but one of the bedrooms
still had beds in them. The one without had a
suspicious empty spot where the bed should be. There
was a ragged groove in the wood floor in this spot,
a dark stain surrounding it. Noah had a good idea
what had happened in this room and did his best to
keep Britni's attention away from the floor. He
thought he was successful. He wasn't. Britni saw
the spot ("Blood stain!" yelled a panicky voice in
her mind) and this time the chill she got was
accompanied by a sickened feeling. A lump swelled up
in her throat and for a moment she thought she might
gag. She wanted to grab Noah and drag him, or make
her best attempt at dragging him, out of the cabin,
to his shitty old rust bucket car and force him to
drive her away from here. She didn't say anything,
though, and gave Noah no indication of what she was
thinking. She had promised to go through with this,
after all, and she had probably already complained
enough to get on his nerves.
Noah took her arm and led her out of the murder
room.
They went to a bedroom a few doors down, and it was
here that Noah's plan came to its ultimate objective.
Britni hoped it wasn't true that the dead are
always looking down, watching the living, because she
was definitely feeling like she was dishonoring those
who had died at Camp Packanack. She hoped they
wouldn't take too much offense. Especially if it was
true that the spirits of those who came to a bad end
often stuck around the places where they died...
Britni worked to get as much of the dust off the
bed's pillows and sheets as she could. While she did
that, Noah pulled out the two small candles he had
managed to stuff into the pockets of his ridiculously
baggy pants. He set these on a dresser across the
room and lit them. The candles filled the room with
a dim, flickering red glow.
Noah then crossed over to the bedside table, on
which Britni had set her radio. He turned it on at a
low volume and tuned it in to the easy listening
station Britni liked to have on when they made love.
Personally, Noah thought blasting some death metal
would be more suiting for this place, but he'd
concede to Britni's wishes on this one.
On the radio, some guy was whining about his lost
love. Noah groaned inwardly and told the singer,
"Chin up, buddy."
Britni looked over her shoulder at him. "What?"
Noah shook his head. "Nothing."
Britni let go of the sheet she had been flapping
in the air, letting it settle back down onto the bed
as she turned around to face Noah. Noah smiled,
taking the couple steps to reach her.
He embraced her. They kissed.
Britni and Noah made love in the bed that hadn't
held anyone in the last twenty years. The springs
squeaked, dust drifted up around them from within
the mattress. At one point, the dust caused Noah to
sneeze. They had to stop to laugh about this for a
moment, but soon resumed their lovemaking session.
For all his faults, Britni had to admit that Noah
made up for everything in bed. Her worries and
uneasiness left her mind, overwhelmed and replaced
by feelings of love and intense pleasure.
The radio playing was just pleasant background
noise. Atmosphere. Neither Britni nor Noah paid any
attention to it. They didn't even notice when a news
report interrupted a love song. To those in the
Crystal Lake that were listening, the report brought
the news that a mangled body had been found out in
the woods, near Cunningham Road. It was believed,
correctly, that the body belonged to Evan Hodges,
the missing hiker. The reporter followed this news
up by mentioning that the patient who had escaped
from a mental hospital about thirty-five miles away
last week had still not been caught. Crystal Lake
residents weren't too concerned about that, though.
Why worry about an escaped mental patient who's
probably far away by now? Crystal Lake has its own
maniac and he might be stalking the lakeside once
again.
Britni and Noah heard nothing of these reports.
Before the reporter had finished speaking, Britni
was reaching her climax.
The man in the hockey mask had seen the teens as
soon as they arrived at Camp Packanack. He stood at
the edge of the woods, hidden by trees and shrubs,
watching them. He considered making his move and
killing them when they had briefly split up earlier.
Kill the boy walking around the cabin first, then
sneak up and get his pretty girlfriend as she
daydreamed on the porch...
But then again, no. He'd continue to wait and
watch. Let them dig their own graves.
He watched the boy get the axe and use it to bust
into the cabin. Another mark against him, added to
the first offense of being dumb enough to come out
here in the first place. The man in the hockey mask
was sure there would be more offenses to add up soon.
The girl looked scared. She should be. She looked
like she wanted to leave. She should have.
When the teens entered the cabin, the man left the
cover of the woods and walked up to the building. As
the teens looked around the first floor of the cabin,
the man watched them through the windows. As they
walked from room to room, he walked from window to
window to continue his surveillance. When they went
upstairs, he walked up onto the porch. He stood
beside the door and waited some more. He had a
feeling the teens didn't plan to go anywhere soon,
but even if they did he was in the perfect spot to
catch them on their way out.
As he waited, he stared out at the lake. Much like
Britni, he daydreamed. But his daydreams were about
what he was going to do to the teens inside the cabin
when the time came.
When he felt like he had waited long enough, he ran
a hand over his freshly shaved head, grabbed the axe
and stepped into the cabin.
In the upstairs bedroom, the teen lovers were spent
and sated. For now. Noah lay on his back, hands
behind his head, as he stared at the ceiling and
smiled. This had been a good idea. Britni lay on her
side beside him, eyes closed, one of her hands laying
palm down on Noah's midriff. Noah glanced over her
and was glad to see that she was actually smiling in
her near-sleep. Finally, she had relaxed. It was
understandable, considering what they had just done,
but a relief to see nonetheless.
An ad for Bob's Sofa Kingdom (a business name that
always made Noah laugh - didn't Bob realize what that
sounded like?) replaced the music on the radio, so
Noah reached over -
"Come on down to Bob's Sofa Kingdom in Crystal Lake
and we'll --"
and turned the radio off, cutting off good old Bob
mid-sentence. While doing this, Noah felt a familiar
pressure in his groin. Felt like he had to piss like
Seabiscuit, and soon. He reached down, taking
Britni's hand and moving it off his stomach, dropping
it onto the bed between them.
Britni's eyes fluttered half-open and she looked at
him. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere," Noah said, rolling out of bed, "Just
gotta take a leak."
"Go to it," Britni said, her voice drifting off as
her eyes closed.
Noah pulled his boxers on and left the room,
pulling the bedroom door shut behind him as quietly
as possible. He walked down the hallway to the small
bathroom and went to the toilet. He lifted the lid,
then stopped. There was water in the toilet, but
Noah wasn't sure what they did about plumbing when
they locked up places like this. He didn't want to
use the toilet, then find out the plumbing didn't
work and end up with a piss-filled bowl. That
wouldn't be cool on return visits. So he pissed down
the sink drain.
On his way out of the bathroom, Noah's watch beeped,
signaling that it was a new hour. Midnight, to be
precise. Goodbye, Thursday the 12th. Hello, Friday
the 13th.
Between the bathroom and the bedroom, Noah had to
pass the stairway to the first floor. As he did, he
happened to glance down the stairs and see that the
door he had axed open earlier was now standing wide
open. He considered leaving it as it was and
returning to Britni's side in the comfort of the bed,
but then he re-considered. He probably should shut it.
He didn't want any woodland creatures wandering in
during the night. Especially not any snakes
slithering their creepy asses in. Noah hated snakes.
He went down the stairs and walked the couple feet
from the bottom step to the door, passing the doorway
to the dining room as he went. He closed the door,
then looked around to see what he could use to prop
it closed. One of the wood chairs in the back of the
room, beside the stairway, would probably do the
trick. He went and got the chair, then went back to
the door, which was starting to swing open again.
Noah shut it, then slid the chair up against it. He
took a step back, watching to make sure the chair
would keep the door shut. It seemed to work.
Proud of his ingenuity, Noah turned around to head
back upstairs. He was surprised when he bumped right
into someone standing between him and the stairway.
For half a second, Noah thought the person must be
Britni; she must have followed him downstairs. But
this thought was proven wrong as soon as he saw the
person.
It was a large, muscular man in a dark blue
jumpsuit. The man was a few inches taller than Noah,
with a smoothly shaved head and a brand new hockey
mask on his face. The man's eyes stared at Noah
through the eyeholes, and by looking at these eyes
Noah could tell that the guy was pissed about
something.
"It's Jason," a strangely calm voice in Noah's head
told him, "It's Jason and he's pissed... And he's a
lot cleaner than I thought he'd be."
The voice told Noah this in the split second before
he realized that the man was holding the axe and was
raising it like he was about to use it. When that
realization sank in, there was no calmness in Noah's
mind, just fear and panic.
Noah stepped back, his lower back bumping into the
locked-in-place doorknob that was formerly attached
to the front door. He opened his mouth and began to
scream.
That's as far as it got - just the beginning of a
scream. It was quickly cut off when the man in the
hockey mask brought the rusty axe blade down into
the top of Noah's skull.
Britni stood at the end of the dock at Camp Crystal
Lake, naked except for the bedsheet she held wrapped
around herself. She looked out over the beautiful,
peaceful lake and smiled. It actually had been a
really good idea to come out here. She should never
have doubted Noah. She could hear his footsteps
coming down the wooden dock behind her as he walked
toward her. When he reached her, she would apologize
to him for complaining and being so against the idea
of spending a night here. She might even make love
to him right here on the dock to try to make it up
to him.
Britni was distracted from her thoughts when she
felt something warm and wet on her stomach. She
looked down to find that the bedsheet was soaked in
blood. In the midst of the blood was a smooth-edged
hole in the sheet, through which Britni could see her
navel. It looked like something sharp had been shoved
through the sheet. Someone had been stabbed while
covered with it...
Britni gasped, letting the sheet drop off of her
nude body. A gust of wind came along and whipped the
sheet, now completely red with blood, out into the
lake.
Noah's footsteps reached Britni and she turned
around to face him... But the person who had walked
up behind her wasn't Noah, it was Jason. Long dead,
Jason wasn't much more than a dirty skeleton with
strips of ripped, filthy clothing hanging off its
bones and a hockey mask covering its skull-face.
Britni screamed.
Jason reached out toward her with his skeletal
hands and she took a step back to escape...
She stepped off the edge of the dock and fell
toward the angry, churning waters of Crystal Lake.
Britni flinched in her sleep, waking herself up.
Her eyes flew open and she sat up in bed, looking
around the dark room. A nightmare... Where the hell
was she? For a moment she wasn't sure why she was
in this small, candlelit room she had never seen
before. Then she remembered.
Oh, yeah. Camp Packanack. The nightmare wasn't
entirely removed from reality.
She looked over to where she expected to see Noah
sleeping beside her and instead saw empty bed. Now
where the hell was he? She vaguely remembered talking
to him as he was leaving the room and she was
drifting off to sleep, but she couldn't recall
anything that was said.
Well, she wasn't going to stay up here in the dark
by herself. Britni swung her legs over the side of
the bed, putting her feet on the floor. She looked at
her and Noah's clothes scattered around on the floor,
the bedside table and the end of the bed. She grabbed
Noah's T-shirt from where it hung on the edge of the
table and stood up to pull it on. The bottom of the
shirt came to her mid-thighs. Clothing enough for now.
Britni walked toward the door. As she crossed the
room, she could hear footsteps coming down the hall
on the other side of the closed door. The fact that
the heavy sound of these steps were timed almost
perfectly with her own barefoot steps might have been
amusing if they didn't sound so much like the
footsteps coming down the dock in her dream.
The footsteps seemed to stop just outside the door
at the same moment that Britni reached it. She put a
hand on the doorknob, then leaned against the door,
waiting and listening. No more sounds came from the
hall. She waited a few seconds before asking, "Noah?"
She got no reply. A few more seconds, then Britni
turned the doorknob and started to slowly open the
door. She looked out into the hallway, feeling very
uneasy, as more and more of it came into view. Nobody
out there... Finally the door was open all the way
and Britni saw that the hallway was completely empty.
"Don't play games with me, Noah!" she called out
into the hall before cautiously taking a step out of
the bedroom. She took another step into the hall,
letting her hand slide off of the doorknob.
Britni stood in the middle of the hallway and
looked around at the closed doors. The location,
her nightmare and now this. It was all really
starting to get to her.
"I'm getting pissed, Noah," she told the closed
doors, "If you don't come out right now, as soon as
I find you we're leaving."
She had every intention of making Noah take her
home if she caught him messing with her, but it
wasn't anger she was feeling. She getting very scared.
That's when the last door on the left side of the
hallway began to slowly swing open.
"Noah?" Britni asked as she began to walk toward
the opening door. There was no answer.
Britni reached the door and looked into the room
beyond. It was empty. She had no time to react to
this sight before the door across the hall from this
one, the door behind her, burst open and the man in
the hockey mask, who had just killed her boyfriend
downstairs, stepped out into the hall, blood-dripping
axe raised high above his head.
Much like in her dream, Britni heard the man's
footsteps behind her and turned around to see Jason.
This Jason wasn't rotten, though, in fact he was
surprisingly clean. He wasn't reaching out toward her,
either. This one was swinging an axe down toward her
face.
Britni screamed, taking a step back into the
doorway of the empty room she had been looking into.
She tripped over her own feet and fell to the floor,
landing hard on her ass. The man in the hockey mask's
axe chopped deep into the door, most of the head
coming through the other side. It was when she was
looking at the axe head that she saw someone else was
standing behind the door -
Another Jason. But this one looked closer to
expectations than the man with the axe. This Jason
was huge. Well over six feet, closer to seven feet
tall. Clothes dirty and torn, covered by a filthy,
bloody burlap coat. The skin of his head was darkened
by blood pooling just under the surface. Black gloves
covered his hands except for three bare fingers on
one of them. In his right hand Jason held a huge
machete.
Britni screamed again. Two Jasons? It didn't make
sense. This had to be another nightmare.
The Jason behind the door glanced at her, then
turned his attention to the one who was too busy
pulling his axe out of the door to notice him.
Jason stepped out from behind the door and looked
down at the the man in the hockey mask, who was
several inches shorter than him. He grabbed the man
by a shoulder and shoved him back against the
doorframe, causing him to lose his grip on his axe.
It remained stuck in the door.
The man in the hockey mask, Victor Fadden, looked
up into the face of his hero.
Vic was the escaped mental patient authorities had
been looking for for the last week. The place where
they could have found them was the one place where
very few people wanted to go - in the woods around
Crystal Lake. Which isn't to say that no one had seen
him out there. Evan Hodges had come across him while
hiking one day. Evan just hadn't made it out of the
woods to tell anyone.
Vic had been in various institutions for nearly two
decades, ever since his teen years. He had made it as
close to being released as a halfway house for
troubled teens when he was eighteen, then blew his
chances of ever being released by hacking up a fellow
resident with an axe. Vic had been locked up in the
same room ever since.
But the murder he committed wasn't the last one at
that halfway house - the father of his victim had
snapped and gone on a rampage, killing nearly all of
the residents before he was stopped. Vic loved it.
He hated that place and every last person in it.
His victim's father had worn a hockey mask while
doing his killing, so that Jason Voorhees would catch
the blame for the murders. That was how Vic
discovered Jason. Sure, he had heard about him before
here and there, but hadn't really listened. He didn't
care who was killing who, just as long as people were
dying. He couldn't stand people. So annoying. He just
wanted to be left alone...
After reading about Roy Burns' attempt to pin the
murders he committed on Jason, Vic sought out and
read as many articles and books on Voorhees as he
could find. That's when his interest in Jason became
obsessive hero-worship. Vic was amazed by the story
of Jason and his mother. The amount of victims, the
brutality of the murders. It was all just so fucking
cool and inspiring. It got even better when Jason
returned, even though he was thought to be dead, and
added several more people to his bodycount. Jason did
this many times over the years of Vic's incarceration,
and the days when he heard reports of the new killing
sprees were the best days of Vic's life.
Then, things got really quiet on the Jason front.
He disappeared... and this time didn't return. Years
passed and Vic began to worry. He got his hopes up
when he heard of the Lake Crystal Resorts sabotage,
but things had been pretty quiet since then. There
were deaths and disappearances in the Crystal Lake
area, but nothing directly linked to Jason. Could he
finally be dead for real?
A Crystal Lake forever free of Jason? Vic couldn't
let this happen. He had to continue his hero's work.
He was really fucking tired of being locked up anyway.
So he escaped. It wasn't too hard. He would've done
it years ago, but he had no need or desire to. Once
free, he went to Crystal Lake, stealing a hockey mask
and a jumpsuit on the way, and set up base in one of
the cabins at Camp Crystal Lake. For the last few
days he had been patroling the lakeside, watching
over Jason's territory. While doing this he had a
thought on why he hadn't been hearing about any new
murders lately - even if Jason was alive, nobody was
out here to kill.
Then he met Evan Hodges and killed someone for the
second time in his life. It was good.
Britni watched Jason stand over the smaller man in
the hockey mask. It didn't look like their similar
fashion sense was going to catch the guy any slack.
The man in the hockey mask pulled his mask off,
revealing the face of a man who looked like he was
in the presence of God.
"Jason!" the man said in a voice full of awe, "You
are alive!"
Yes, Jason lives, and he proved it by swinging his
machete into the side of Vic's head, cleaving off a
large section of his skull.
Vic stumbled back a couple steps, out into the
hallway, then dropped to his knees.
"I'm gonna be on the bodycount!" was his last,
joyful thought before his brains began leaking out
of his head and he fell aside, dead.
Jason watched Vic die and Britni watched him. "He
saved me," Britni thought. She knew that Jason
punished those who entered his territory, especially
those that got up to activities like those she and
Noah had earlier... But he saved her! He had looked
at her but disregarded her, killing her attacker
instead. Maybe he considered the man a greater
offender, the crime of copying him and attempting
murder worse than breaking and entering and
pre-marital sex. Would he let her go now?
These were just the ludicrously hopeful thoughts of
a girl in shock and scared out of her mind. Of course
Jason wasn't going to let her go. He killed Vic first
because he was closer and he had a weapon. Now that
Vic was dead, it was time to turn his attention on
Britni.
Jason turned on Britni and began walking toward her.
Britni looked up at him, seeing pure anger and hate
burning down at her through the left eye of the
hockey mask. The right eye was barely there. She had
been dreaming about this all night in one way or
another, but her dreams were nothing compared to this
reality. She now knew for sure that she wouldn't be
leaving Camp Packanack alive.
Britni began to scramble backwards, pushing off the
floor with her heels, hands behind her pulling her
along, ass sliding along the floorboards. She did
this until she backed up into the far wall.
"No! Please, don't!" she pleaded.
Her cries did nothing to sway Jason. He reached her
and she began to scream hysterically.
Britni received a far worse death at the hands of
her "savior" than she would have from Vic.
Jason left Camp Packanack a few minutes later,
leaving the front door standing wide open on his way
out. Noah's worry of woodland creatures wandering in
was not unfounded - by the time the bodies in the
cabin were discovered, they had been partially
devoured by several such animals. The snake that
crawled up into Noah's sinuses didn't come out until
he was already in the morgue.
This was my attempt at writing prose, a test since I'm not used to writing novel-style. I stick to screenplays and deal with dialogue, descriptions are brief and I don't have to delve too deeply into a character's mind on the page.
But then the chance to pitch some F13/NOES/FD ideas to Black Flame came up, and giving prose a try seemed like a good idea. This was the sample chapter I typed up... and since I didn't get a response from Black Flame, this was also the end of the experiment.
So, what was intended as a "pre-title sequence" bit of stalking and slashing became a complete short story in itself, set post-Freddy vs. Jason and wrapping up a loose end from the Paramount days.
I wasn't especially happy with it at the time, but looking at it now I think I did alright. But if you think it's horrible, keep in mind... it was only a test...
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FRIDAY THE 13TH: A BEGINNING'S END
Written by Cody Hamman
It would have been a truly beautiful sight if this
were anywhere else. The bright, full moon hung low
over the dark trees lining the lake shore, so low
that it looked like it was actually scraping along
the tops of them. The still water of the lake looked
like a second sky, the moon reflected in its center.
Eighteen year old Britni looked out at Crystal Lake
and shivered, pulling her sweatshirt tighter around
herself. It wasn't a particularly cold night, it was
the location and situation in which she found herself
that sent the chill running down her spine.
She knew the few dilapidated cabins that made up
the remains of Camp Crystal Lake, or Camp Blood as
everyone calls it, were almost directly across the
water from her, though she couldn't make them out.
The campgrounds were obscured by trees, shrouded in
darkness and the light mist that was beginning to
roll out of the woods.
If things had gone according to the mayor's plans,
Britni would've been looking at a large, bustling
fishing resort right now. "Lake Crystal Resorts" were
supposed to have opened a couple years ago, but there
had been a... problem... Like when someone sabotaged
the attempts to re-open Camp Crystal Lake after the
murders there in 1958, someone had obviously objected
to the idea of the resorts and decided to put a stop
to the construction. Some property damage and a huge-
ass explosion had done the trick. Britni heard a
rumor that there had also been blood all over the
place, but no bodies found... Not a rare occurance
around these parts.
In fact, something weird had been going on in
Crystal Lake again over the last week - hunters and
hikers going out in the woods and not coming back. So
far only three people were missing, so the Crystal
Lake police were still tiptoeing around the subject,
not revealing which direction their investigations
were going or what they thought was going on. Their
secrecy tactics did nothing to keep the town's
residents from stirring themselves up into a paranoid
fear that "it's happening again".
Which was why Britni was beginning to think she
should just leave. Go home right now, forget the
plans she had made.
Britni stood on the porch of the main cabin at Camp
Packanack, waiting for her boyfriend. He had left her
alone on the porch a few minutes ago, walking off
along the side of the cabin to go find a way to get
into the building.
Originally her boyfriend had wanted to spend the
night at Camp Blood, but Britni had quickly shot down
this idea. She'd join him in living dangerously if
she must, but not that dangerously. He had then
brought up an alternative. After a couple days of
near-constant pushing - if she ever heard "Camp
Packanack" and "Thursday night" used together in a
sentence again in her life, Britni thought she might
scream - Britni had given in and accepted his "Camp
Packanack compromise".
Much like Camp Blood, Packanack has been closed for
a long time - over twenty years, in fact. The cabins
are dusty and cobwebbed, the two decades of weather,
disrepair and neglect beginning to take its toll on
the wood. Also much like Camp Blood, Packanack was
the site of several brutal murders. Legend has it
that Jason Voorhees stalked these grounds, murdering
a group of young camp counselors-in-training. The
thought of this sent another chill down Britni's
spine... Jason could've walked right where she was
now standing. He could've even stood right in this
same spot, looking through the windows into the main
cabin. Watching the unsuspecting young people inside,
full of life, laughter, hopes and plans. Completely
unaware of the imminent danger and death...
But still, there had only been one such occurance
at Camp Packanack, rather than the several occurances
at Camp Blood. After Packanack closed it stayed empty
and nothing bad ever happened there again. That's why
Britni accepted the compromise. Her boyfriend got to
have his "night at a murder site" thrill, while
Britni got to feel a bit safer about it all. This
place was definitely the lesser of two evils.
A loud bang and the sound of splintering wood
coming from the cabin behind her derailed Britni's
train of thought, startling her. For a moment she
imagined that this was it - she had tempted fate and
now Jason had returned to add her to his list of
victims, busting through the cabin wall right behind
her, machete in hand, raised and ready to strike.
Jason would tower over her, hate glowing in his eyes
as he looked down at her through the eyeholes of his
hockey mask, taking a moment to stare her down, to
let her realize she was about to die... Then the
machete blade would come swinging toward her...
Britni turned her back on the lake, turning toward
the cabin, still half-expecting to find the legendary
slasher standing behind her. She did find that
someone had come up onto the porch with her while she
wasn't paying attention, and this person did have a
rusty-bladed axe in hand...
"Noah! What are you doing?"
Her boyfriend, Noah, looked back at her as he
pulled the axe blade out of the cabin's front door.
"I'm getting us into the cabin."
Noah had chopped into the old wooden door a few
inches above the doorknob, leaving a hole the length
and width of the axe blade that went clear through
the other side.
"You were supposed to find a way that would leave
no sign that we were here."
"I tried, but couldn't. So now, here we go..."
Noah swung the axe into the door again, this time
beside the doorknob, the top of the blade connecting
with the edge of the first cut.
"Where'd you get the axe?"
"It was stuck in a tree stump out back. Wedged in
pretty good, too. Damn near herniated myself trying
to pull it out."
Judging by the way Noah grunted as he pulled the
axe back out of the door, this wasn't too easy,
either. The two cuts and the doorframe now made
three sides of an unfinished square.
"If we have to break in, why don't you just bust a
window?"
"Because, think about it - if we come back later
this year, when it's colder out, which would you
rather have? A door we can prop closed or a wide open
window?"
It was a pointless question as far as Britni was
concerned. "We're not coming back."
Noah just laughed this off as he re-positioned
himself and prepared to swing the axe into the door
for the third and hopefully final time.
WHACK!
The axe blade chopped deep into the wooden door
again, the bottom of the blade connecting with the
edge of the second cut. The cut-and-frame square was
nearly completed, only a few centimeters of wood
remaining between the top of the third cut and the
edge of the door.
Noah pulled the axe out of the door and set the
head of it down on the porch floor, leaning the
handle against the side of the cabin. He then took
a step back from the door and kicked it as hard as
he could right below the third cut.
The centimeters of wood between the end of the cut
and the edge of the door cracked open. The locked
doorknob remained in place as the rest of the door
swung inward.
Noah looked back at Britni, smiling. "That was
awesome."
Noah's smile disappeared when he saw Britni. She
stood there, hugging herself as if she were cold,
her expression a mixture of fear and apprehension.
"I'm glad you're having fun," she replied.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing..." She was going to leave it at that, but
then she sighed and continued, "I'm just still not
convinced that we should be doing this."
"We shouldn't. That's the fun of it."
"I can't talk you out of this, can I? All the
reasons I could give for why we should just get out
of here are the same reasons you find it so exciting."
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Fine..." Britni said as she turned away for a
moment to grab the portable radio they'd brought
along off of the porch railing. Radio in hand, she
turned back to Noah and began walking toward him.
"Let's just do this and get it over with then," she
said as she brushed past him, stepping through the
doorway and into the dark cabin.
Noah looked in after her, shaking his head. She was
being such a chicken about this whole thing.
"Oh, lighten up," he said, as he followed her into
the cabin.
It was extremely dark inside the cabin, as expected
since the electricity had been shut off twenty years
before, but the blue glow of the moonlight shining
through the windows was enough illumination for
Britni and Noah to make their way around inside
without running into walls or tripping over any of
the dusty old furniture.
From the looks of things, nothing had been taken
out before the cabin had been locked up. Britni was
surprised and relieved that the couch in the main
room seemed intact, rather than ripped up and turned
into a rat hotel. There were even personal belongings
scattered around on tables and cabinets, including a
couple early 80s handheld video games laying on a
table beside the stairs in the main room. The
belongings of the long deceased, Britni assumed.
Noah was interested in the fireplace. "Maybe we
could start a fire later."
Britni shook her head, "We can't. People would see
the smoke."
Britni and Noah looked around the first floor for
about fifteen minutes. In one room Britni noted a
broken window covered by a piece of plywood.
"Wouldn't it have just been easier to pry that
plywood off and crawl through the window?" she asked
Noah. He ignored her. He obviously hadn't noticed the
window when he had been looking for easy ways in.
Britni doubted he had searched very hard, the search
ending as soon as he spotted the axe. But, what was
done was done.
Once they had seen every room on the first floor,
they headed upstairs.
There wasn't much upstairs, other than a small
bathroom room there was only bedrooms. This suited
Noah's plans just fine. All but one of the bedrooms
still had beds in them. The one without had a
suspicious empty spot where the bed should be. There
was a ragged groove in the wood floor in this spot,
a dark stain surrounding it. Noah had a good idea
what had happened in this room and did his best to
keep Britni's attention away from the floor. He
thought he was successful. He wasn't. Britni saw
the spot ("Blood stain!" yelled a panicky voice in
her mind) and this time the chill she got was
accompanied by a sickened feeling. A lump swelled up
in her throat and for a moment she thought she might
gag. She wanted to grab Noah and drag him, or make
her best attempt at dragging him, out of the cabin,
to his shitty old rust bucket car and force him to
drive her away from here. She didn't say anything,
though, and gave Noah no indication of what she was
thinking. She had promised to go through with this,
after all, and she had probably already complained
enough to get on his nerves.
Noah took her arm and led her out of the murder
room.
They went to a bedroom a few doors down, and it was
here that Noah's plan came to its ultimate objective.
Britni hoped it wasn't true that the dead are
always looking down, watching the living, because she
was definitely feeling like she was dishonoring those
who had died at Camp Packanack. She hoped they
wouldn't take too much offense. Especially if it was
true that the spirits of those who came to a bad end
often stuck around the places where they died...
Britni worked to get as much of the dust off the
bed's pillows and sheets as she could. While she did
that, Noah pulled out the two small candles he had
managed to stuff into the pockets of his ridiculously
baggy pants. He set these on a dresser across the
room and lit them. The candles filled the room with
a dim, flickering red glow.
Noah then crossed over to the bedside table, on
which Britni had set her radio. He turned it on at a
low volume and tuned it in to the easy listening
station Britni liked to have on when they made love.
Personally, Noah thought blasting some death metal
would be more suiting for this place, but he'd
concede to Britni's wishes on this one.
On the radio, some guy was whining about his lost
love. Noah groaned inwardly and told the singer,
"Chin up, buddy."
Britni looked over her shoulder at him. "What?"
Noah shook his head. "Nothing."
Britni let go of the sheet she had been flapping
in the air, letting it settle back down onto the bed
as she turned around to face Noah. Noah smiled,
taking the couple steps to reach her.
He embraced her. They kissed.
Britni and Noah made love in the bed that hadn't
held anyone in the last twenty years. The springs
squeaked, dust drifted up around them from within
the mattress. At one point, the dust caused Noah to
sneeze. They had to stop to laugh about this for a
moment, but soon resumed their lovemaking session.
For all his faults, Britni had to admit that Noah
made up for everything in bed. Her worries and
uneasiness left her mind, overwhelmed and replaced
by feelings of love and intense pleasure.
The radio playing was just pleasant background
noise. Atmosphere. Neither Britni nor Noah paid any
attention to it. They didn't even notice when a news
report interrupted a love song. To those in the
Crystal Lake that were listening, the report brought
the news that a mangled body had been found out in
the woods, near Cunningham Road. It was believed,
correctly, that the body belonged to Evan Hodges,
the missing hiker. The reporter followed this news
up by mentioning that the patient who had escaped
from a mental hospital about thirty-five miles away
last week had still not been caught. Crystal Lake
residents weren't too concerned about that, though.
Why worry about an escaped mental patient who's
probably far away by now? Crystal Lake has its own
maniac and he might be stalking the lakeside once
again.
Britni and Noah heard nothing of these reports.
Before the reporter had finished speaking, Britni
was reaching her climax.
The man in the hockey mask had seen the teens as
soon as they arrived at Camp Packanack. He stood at
the edge of the woods, hidden by trees and shrubs,
watching them. He considered making his move and
killing them when they had briefly split up earlier.
Kill the boy walking around the cabin first, then
sneak up and get his pretty girlfriend as she
daydreamed on the porch...
But then again, no. He'd continue to wait and
watch. Let them dig their own graves.
He watched the boy get the axe and use it to bust
into the cabin. Another mark against him, added to
the first offense of being dumb enough to come out
here in the first place. The man in the hockey mask
was sure there would be more offenses to add up soon.
The girl looked scared. She should be. She looked
like she wanted to leave. She should have.
When the teens entered the cabin, the man left the
cover of the woods and walked up to the building. As
the teens looked around the first floor of the cabin,
the man watched them through the windows. As they
walked from room to room, he walked from window to
window to continue his surveillance. When they went
upstairs, he walked up onto the porch. He stood
beside the door and waited some more. He had a
feeling the teens didn't plan to go anywhere soon,
but even if they did he was in the perfect spot to
catch them on their way out.
As he waited, he stared out at the lake. Much like
Britni, he daydreamed. But his daydreams were about
what he was going to do to the teens inside the cabin
when the time came.
When he felt like he had waited long enough, he ran
a hand over his freshly shaved head, grabbed the axe
and stepped into the cabin.
In the upstairs bedroom, the teen lovers were spent
and sated. For now. Noah lay on his back, hands
behind his head, as he stared at the ceiling and
smiled. This had been a good idea. Britni lay on her
side beside him, eyes closed, one of her hands laying
palm down on Noah's midriff. Noah glanced over her
and was glad to see that she was actually smiling in
her near-sleep. Finally, she had relaxed. It was
understandable, considering what they had just done,
but a relief to see nonetheless.
An ad for Bob's Sofa Kingdom (a business name that
always made Noah laugh - didn't Bob realize what that
sounded like?) replaced the music on the radio, so
Noah reached over -
"Come on down to Bob's Sofa Kingdom in Crystal Lake
and we'll --"
and turned the radio off, cutting off good old Bob
mid-sentence. While doing this, Noah felt a familiar
pressure in his groin. Felt like he had to piss like
Seabiscuit, and soon. He reached down, taking
Britni's hand and moving it off his stomach, dropping
it onto the bed between them.
Britni's eyes fluttered half-open and she looked at
him. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere," Noah said, rolling out of bed, "Just
gotta take a leak."
"Go to it," Britni said, her voice drifting off as
her eyes closed.
Noah pulled his boxers on and left the room,
pulling the bedroom door shut behind him as quietly
as possible. He walked down the hallway to the small
bathroom and went to the toilet. He lifted the lid,
then stopped. There was water in the toilet, but
Noah wasn't sure what they did about plumbing when
they locked up places like this. He didn't want to
use the toilet, then find out the plumbing didn't
work and end up with a piss-filled bowl. That
wouldn't be cool on return visits. So he pissed down
the sink drain.
On his way out of the bathroom, Noah's watch beeped,
signaling that it was a new hour. Midnight, to be
precise. Goodbye, Thursday the 12th. Hello, Friday
the 13th.
Between the bathroom and the bedroom, Noah had to
pass the stairway to the first floor. As he did, he
happened to glance down the stairs and see that the
door he had axed open earlier was now standing wide
open. He considered leaving it as it was and
returning to Britni's side in the comfort of the bed,
but then he re-considered. He probably should shut it.
He didn't want any woodland creatures wandering in
during the night. Especially not any snakes
slithering their creepy asses in. Noah hated snakes.
He went down the stairs and walked the couple feet
from the bottom step to the door, passing the doorway
to the dining room as he went. He closed the door,
then looked around to see what he could use to prop
it closed. One of the wood chairs in the back of the
room, beside the stairway, would probably do the
trick. He went and got the chair, then went back to
the door, which was starting to swing open again.
Noah shut it, then slid the chair up against it. He
took a step back, watching to make sure the chair
would keep the door shut. It seemed to work.
Proud of his ingenuity, Noah turned around to head
back upstairs. He was surprised when he bumped right
into someone standing between him and the stairway.
For half a second, Noah thought the person must be
Britni; she must have followed him downstairs. But
this thought was proven wrong as soon as he saw the
person.
It was a large, muscular man in a dark blue
jumpsuit. The man was a few inches taller than Noah,
with a smoothly shaved head and a brand new hockey
mask on his face. The man's eyes stared at Noah
through the eyeholes, and by looking at these eyes
Noah could tell that the guy was pissed about
something.
"It's Jason," a strangely calm voice in Noah's head
told him, "It's Jason and he's pissed... And he's a
lot cleaner than I thought he'd be."
The voice told Noah this in the split second before
he realized that the man was holding the axe and was
raising it like he was about to use it. When that
realization sank in, there was no calmness in Noah's
mind, just fear and panic.
Noah stepped back, his lower back bumping into the
locked-in-place doorknob that was formerly attached
to the front door. He opened his mouth and began to
scream.
That's as far as it got - just the beginning of a
scream. It was quickly cut off when the man in the
hockey mask brought the rusty axe blade down into
the top of Noah's skull.
Britni stood at the end of the dock at Camp Crystal
Lake, naked except for the bedsheet she held wrapped
around herself. She looked out over the beautiful,
peaceful lake and smiled. It actually had been a
really good idea to come out here. She should never
have doubted Noah. She could hear his footsteps
coming down the wooden dock behind her as he walked
toward her. When he reached her, she would apologize
to him for complaining and being so against the idea
of spending a night here. She might even make love
to him right here on the dock to try to make it up
to him.
Britni was distracted from her thoughts when she
felt something warm and wet on her stomach. She
looked down to find that the bedsheet was soaked in
blood. In the midst of the blood was a smooth-edged
hole in the sheet, through which Britni could see her
navel. It looked like something sharp had been shoved
through the sheet. Someone had been stabbed while
covered with it...
Britni gasped, letting the sheet drop off of her
nude body. A gust of wind came along and whipped the
sheet, now completely red with blood, out into the
lake.
Noah's footsteps reached Britni and she turned
around to face him... But the person who had walked
up behind her wasn't Noah, it was Jason. Long dead,
Jason wasn't much more than a dirty skeleton with
strips of ripped, filthy clothing hanging off its
bones and a hockey mask covering its skull-face.
Britni screamed.
Jason reached out toward her with his skeletal
hands and she took a step back to escape...
She stepped off the edge of the dock and fell
toward the angry, churning waters of Crystal Lake.
Britni flinched in her sleep, waking herself up.
Her eyes flew open and she sat up in bed, looking
around the dark room. A nightmare... Where the hell
was she? For a moment she wasn't sure why she was
in this small, candlelit room she had never seen
before. Then she remembered.
Oh, yeah. Camp Packanack. The nightmare wasn't
entirely removed from reality.
She looked over to where she expected to see Noah
sleeping beside her and instead saw empty bed. Now
where the hell was he? She vaguely remembered talking
to him as he was leaving the room and she was
drifting off to sleep, but she couldn't recall
anything that was said.
Well, she wasn't going to stay up here in the dark
by herself. Britni swung her legs over the side of
the bed, putting her feet on the floor. She looked at
her and Noah's clothes scattered around on the floor,
the bedside table and the end of the bed. She grabbed
Noah's T-shirt from where it hung on the edge of the
table and stood up to pull it on. The bottom of the
shirt came to her mid-thighs. Clothing enough for now.
Britni walked toward the door. As she crossed the
room, she could hear footsteps coming down the hall
on the other side of the closed door. The fact that
the heavy sound of these steps were timed almost
perfectly with her own barefoot steps might have been
amusing if they didn't sound so much like the
footsteps coming down the dock in her dream.
The footsteps seemed to stop just outside the door
at the same moment that Britni reached it. She put a
hand on the doorknob, then leaned against the door,
waiting and listening. No more sounds came from the
hall. She waited a few seconds before asking, "Noah?"
She got no reply. A few more seconds, then Britni
turned the doorknob and started to slowly open the
door. She looked out into the hallway, feeling very
uneasy, as more and more of it came into view. Nobody
out there... Finally the door was open all the way
and Britni saw that the hallway was completely empty.
"Don't play games with me, Noah!" she called out
into the hall before cautiously taking a step out of
the bedroom. She took another step into the hall,
letting her hand slide off of the doorknob.
Britni stood in the middle of the hallway and
looked around at the closed doors. The location,
her nightmare and now this. It was all really
starting to get to her.
"I'm getting pissed, Noah," she told the closed
doors, "If you don't come out right now, as soon as
I find you we're leaving."
She had every intention of making Noah take her
home if she caught him messing with her, but it
wasn't anger she was feeling. She getting very scared.
That's when the last door on the left side of the
hallway began to slowly swing open.
"Noah?" Britni asked as she began to walk toward
the opening door. There was no answer.
Britni reached the door and looked into the room
beyond. It was empty. She had no time to react to
this sight before the door across the hall from this
one, the door behind her, burst open and the man in
the hockey mask, who had just killed her boyfriend
downstairs, stepped out into the hall, blood-dripping
axe raised high above his head.
Much like in her dream, Britni heard the man's
footsteps behind her and turned around to see Jason.
This Jason wasn't rotten, though, in fact he was
surprisingly clean. He wasn't reaching out toward her,
either. This one was swinging an axe down toward her
face.
Britni screamed, taking a step back into the
doorway of the empty room she had been looking into.
She tripped over her own feet and fell to the floor,
landing hard on her ass. The man in the hockey mask's
axe chopped deep into the door, most of the head
coming through the other side. It was when she was
looking at the axe head that she saw someone else was
standing behind the door -
Another Jason. But this one looked closer to
expectations than the man with the axe. This Jason
was huge. Well over six feet, closer to seven feet
tall. Clothes dirty and torn, covered by a filthy,
bloody burlap coat. The skin of his head was darkened
by blood pooling just under the surface. Black gloves
covered his hands except for three bare fingers on
one of them. In his right hand Jason held a huge
machete.
Britni screamed again. Two Jasons? It didn't make
sense. This had to be another nightmare.
The Jason behind the door glanced at her, then
turned his attention to the one who was too busy
pulling his axe out of the door to notice him.
Jason stepped out from behind the door and looked
down at the the man in the hockey mask, who was
several inches shorter than him. He grabbed the man
by a shoulder and shoved him back against the
doorframe, causing him to lose his grip on his axe.
It remained stuck in the door.
The man in the hockey mask, Victor Fadden, looked
up into the face of his hero.
Vic was the escaped mental patient authorities had
been looking for for the last week. The place where
they could have found them was the one place where
very few people wanted to go - in the woods around
Crystal Lake. Which isn't to say that no one had seen
him out there. Evan Hodges had come across him while
hiking one day. Evan just hadn't made it out of the
woods to tell anyone.
Vic had been in various institutions for nearly two
decades, ever since his teen years. He had made it as
close to being released as a halfway house for
troubled teens when he was eighteen, then blew his
chances of ever being released by hacking up a fellow
resident with an axe. Vic had been locked up in the
same room ever since.
But the murder he committed wasn't the last one at
that halfway house - the father of his victim had
snapped and gone on a rampage, killing nearly all of
the residents before he was stopped. Vic loved it.
He hated that place and every last person in it.
His victim's father had worn a hockey mask while
doing his killing, so that Jason Voorhees would catch
the blame for the murders. That was how Vic
discovered Jason. Sure, he had heard about him before
here and there, but hadn't really listened. He didn't
care who was killing who, just as long as people were
dying. He couldn't stand people. So annoying. He just
wanted to be left alone...
After reading about Roy Burns' attempt to pin the
murders he committed on Jason, Vic sought out and
read as many articles and books on Voorhees as he
could find. That's when his interest in Jason became
obsessive hero-worship. Vic was amazed by the story
of Jason and his mother. The amount of victims, the
brutality of the murders. It was all just so fucking
cool and inspiring. It got even better when Jason
returned, even though he was thought to be dead, and
added several more people to his bodycount. Jason did
this many times over the years of Vic's incarceration,
and the days when he heard reports of the new killing
sprees were the best days of Vic's life.
Then, things got really quiet on the Jason front.
He disappeared... and this time didn't return. Years
passed and Vic began to worry. He got his hopes up
when he heard of the Lake Crystal Resorts sabotage,
but things had been pretty quiet since then. There
were deaths and disappearances in the Crystal Lake
area, but nothing directly linked to Jason. Could he
finally be dead for real?
A Crystal Lake forever free of Jason? Vic couldn't
let this happen. He had to continue his hero's work.
He was really fucking tired of being locked up anyway.
So he escaped. It wasn't too hard. He would've done
it years ago, but he had no need or desire to. Once
free, he went to Crystal Lake, stealing a hockey mask
and a jumpsuit on the way, and set up base in one of
the cabins at Camp Crystal Lake. For the last few
days he had been patroling the lakeside, watching
over Jason's territory. While doing this he had a
thought on why he hadn't been hearing about any new
murders lately - even if Jason was alive, nobody was
out here to kill.
Then he met Evan Hodges and killed someone for the
second time in his life. It was good.
Britni watched Jason stand over the smaller man in
the hockey mask. It didn't look like their similar
fashion sense was going to catch the guy any slack.
The man in the hockey mask pulled his mask off,
revealing the face of a man who looked like he was
in the presence of God.
"Jason!" the man said in a voice full of awe, "You
are alive!"
Yes, Jason lives, and he proved it by swinging his
machete into the side of Vic's head, cleaving off a
large section of his skull.
Vic stumbled back a couple steps, out into the
hallway, then dropped to his knees.
"I'm gonna be on the bodycount!" was his last,
joyful thought before his brains began leaking out
of his head and he fell aside, dead.
Jason watched Vic die and Britni watched him. "He
saved me," Britni thought. She knew that Jason
punished those who entered his territory, especially
those that got up to activities like those she and
Noah had earlier... But he saved her! He had looked
at her but disregarded her, killing her attacker
instead. Maybe he considered the man a greater
offender, the crime of copying him and attempting
murder worse than breaking and entering and
pre-marital sex. Would he let her go now?
These were just the ludicrously hopeful thoughts of
a girl in shock and scared out of her mind. Of course
Jason wasn't going to let her go. He killed Vic first
because he was closer and he had a weapon. Now that
Vic was dead, it was time to turn his attention on
Britni.
Jason turned on Britni and began walking toward her.
Britni looked up at him, seeing pure anger and hate
burning down at her through the left eye of the
hockey mask. The right eye was barely there. She had
been dreaming about this all night in one way or
another, but her dreams were nothing compared to this
reality. She now knew for sure that she wouldn't be
leaving Camp Packanack alive.
Britni began to scramble backwards, pushing off the
floor with her heels, hands behind her pulling her
along, ass sliding along the floorboards. She did
this until she backed up into the far wall.
"No! Please, don't!" she pleaded.
Her cries did nothing to sway Jason. He reached her
and she began to scream hysterically.
Britni received a far worse death at the hands of
her "savior" than she would have from Vic.
Jason left Camp Packanack a few minutes later,
leaving the front door standing wide open on his way
out. Noah's worry of woodland creatures wandering in
was not unfounded - by the time the bodies in the
cabin were discovered, they had been partially
devoured by several such animals. The snake that
crawled up into Noah's sinuses didn't come out until
he was already in the morgue.