Notes: Hello F13 fans. I'm Rileyofthedead, and this is my first attempt at a Friday the 13th story. If any of you are familiar with my Nightmare on Elm Street works, that you'll know what to expect from me. Anywho this is just the first chapter, there is more to come. I accept comments/emails/messages from anyone. I love talking horror. Happy reading!
Riley
Friday the 13th:
Black Ice Friday
One
Calmness had settled over the woods as the night fell. With a pitch black sky and murky clouds, the wilderness held still while the first snow began to fall. The howling winds picked up speed, swirling the white dust in a wintery blaze, isolating everything. There were no animals to be found, no life whatsoever. The darkness enraptured the still forest. This maze of dizzying snowfall graced itself across the land, reaching for miles into the small bunker town known as Forest Green. The street lights dimmed the streets, now coated in sheets of snow. A dreadful silence filled the town, practically abandoned this time of year. The windows of the stores showed no life, just smoky glass filled with empty space. One person could be found maybe here or there, but the attraction of this snowbound facility dissuaded all those from coming.
It was probably for the better…
The waters were frozen, a frost glazed across the ice, closing him off from the rest of the world. The soulless body remained stiff. The chains gagged him and bounded him, far away from the surface of the lake. For the time being, he would rest. His dead eyes remained shut, not an inch of him moved under the water. No one bothered to voyage this far out into the wood during this time of year. If the ice didn't freeze them, then Jason Voorhees sure as hell would slaughter them. In the meantime, he remained immobile and useless.
Thunk!
The water shifted, creating a rippling affect beneath the icy surface.
Thunk…thunk…crack!
Under the decrypted hockey mask, a weary dead eye slowly opened.
Large pieces of ice began to clamber down into the lake, while a shining spotlight filtered through the water. Unable to move, Jason's meager eye simply watched the ice drift around until it reached the bottom of the lake. The light swirled, searching for something in the water. Finally when the light shined on a shape that resembled a human, the voices broke out.
"Is that it?"
"Sure looks like it."
"How can you tell though, we gotta get him up here somehow."
Easy prey…
Dennis had already explained the myth to his naïve friends. Jason Voorhees had succumbed to drowning as a young boy, his mother sought out a bloody rampage of revenge on the camp counselors which ended in her decapitation. Jason found out about this and has since been guarding the likes of Camp Crystal Lake against any trespassers who dare to set found in his territory. Now he remains here, deep in the depths of the icy water.
As a side trip up through the mountains, Dennis took it upon himself to find Jason. His brother Alex, hadn't seen the giddy joy in finding the psychotic murderer. He stood beside his brother who had taken a pick axe at the ice, and held the flashlight through the black waters. When they spotted what supposed to be Jason's body, he nearly dropped it in the lake.
"Careful Alex! You almost lost it." Dennis snapped. His girlfriend Tessa shook her head, "Ok you found the Voorhees guy, can't we go back to the car its fucking freezing!"
"Yeah I can't believe we hiked through a blizzard just to see a dead guy." Hal, the other accomplice said, staring uninterestedly at the scene. The four were all bundled in snowsuits and boots,
trying their bests to stay warm. Standing up and brushing ice from his knees, Dennis said, "What's with you guys? You didn't believe me about the story, so here I am proving it to you."
"You did, now let's go!" Tessa insisted, her lips already turning blue from the cold.
"I'm with her," Alex nodded, trying to warm his hand by rubbing them frantically. Hal put a hand on Dennis's shoulder, "Look Denny, it's already ten o'clock, by this point we ain't gonna get to the cabin until one this morning. I ain't gonna stand here till my balls fall off just for a serial killer."
Staring among his friends, Dennis finally nodded, "Alright, alright, let's head back. The asshole probably isn't there anyway." He knelt down to pick up the axe, as his friends began to eagerly prepare for their departure. With his hand exposed, Dennis felt the bitter frost frothing in the winter air. He shuddered, but stood up.
"So you can get us back out onto the highway right?" Tessa asked nervously, staring around at the moonless night.
As her boyfriend began to answer, the water made a gurgling sound. The four teens stared in awe at the water, frozen by sudden fear. Tessa pulled on Dennis's sleeve begging him to move from the hole he had carved. But he didn't. Instructing his brother to point the light back down into the water, Dennis knelt down and tried to focus his eyes. Alex held the light as close to the water as he could while trying to keep a steady hand. With his face not two feet away from the water, Dennis tried to see the movement below.
After a silent second, a hand shot out of the lake and grabbed Dennis by the face. Stunned, Alex dropped the light as it splashed into the water, revealing the face of one Jason Voorhees. Tessa began to scream for mercy as Hal and Alex tried to pull the hand away from Dennis. But Jason pulled, stretching the skin and breaking his face in the process. As Dennis gagged, he tried to free himself, but the cold clammy hand that held him was much too strong.
Suddenly, with blood streaming from his scalp, Dennis's face tore off like a piece of paper. The others screamed in horror as their friend fell head first into the hole, where Jason pulled him down underneath. The trio began to step back, turning and running across the slick ice back onto the main ground. They were stopped at the sound of more ice breaking and the sight of a grizzly corpse rising from the water, while droplets of blood scattered across the lake. Alex pulled on Tessa's arm to get her moving. Paralyzed in fear however, she remained where she stood.
Jason rose from the lake, towering in terror as he turned slowly to reveal himself. In awful shock, Tessa let out an ear piercing scream and finally began to run with the others. Jason's boots loudly clattered on top of the ice, easily walking towards the other teens. Slipping and sliding, the three finally pulled themselves onto the ground, where the hockey masked killer slowly pursued them.
Hal was the fastest out of the three of them, and as he ran the image of his best friend's face tearing at the seams repeatedly showed in his eyes over and over again. Alex and Tessa trailed behind, their legs picking up heaps of snow while the wind blew horribly in their faces. Hal disappeared before their eyes, leaving them alone with the stalking Jason. These woods were Jason's woods, he knew them front to back and side to side. There was no chance of the three of them escaping alive.
Inflicted with that though, Alex encouraged Tessa to run faster. His breaths were shortening, as his lungs ached from the cold as his sight was nearly blinded by the hurling winds. Suddenly caught, a lingering root from a tree caught under his shoe, causing him to fall blindly onto the snow crested ground.
Stopping briefly, Tessa turned to Alex and pulled him up.
"He's right behind us Alex!"
They both wearily looked behind, trying to see their stalker.
No sign of him.
"He's going after Hal then." Alex concluded.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" Tessa cried, her cheeks red while her eyes streamed of panic and tears.
Hal discovered he was Jason's prey not long after the others did. Dodging branches and bushes, he jolted as far and as fast as he could. He could hear Jason's feet crunching the snow as he walked. A shout ruptured in his throat, wondering where Tessa and Alex were as well as wondering how would he get out?
Jason realized his target was likely to out run him. In his dead hand was the pick axe that Dennis had used to free him. Along with the chains that dangled around his arms and neck, Jason found the perfect aim and chucked the axe at full speed. An agonizing cry was heard when the axe spiked itself within Hal's shoulder blades. A coolant of carnage oozed out of his back as he fell stiff into the snow. By the time Jason reached the fallen teen, he pulled the axe out, and turned away from him.
Alex and Tessa paused behind a large pine tree. Catching their cold breaths, they anxiously looked around for the killer. Far off in the distance a tantalizing scream was heard, they knew that Hal had been killed. Shaking and weeping, Tessa wiped her face and tried to see their way out.
"It's so fucking dark! We're never going to get out of here."
"Shush! Let's just keep moving."
They crept forward, looking in every direction possible. For what seemed like hours, the pair stumbled upon a sight that they weren't expecting to find. An abandoned shack lay not far from where they were standing. Staring curiously at it, they decided to head towards the lodging.
"What if he's in there?" Tessa whispered.
"Look we've been wandering for hours, at least in there we can get out of the snow."
Steadily they reached what appeared to be an abandoned cabin. Forcing the door open, Alex pushed it aside allowing Tessa and himself to get in. Staring around in the darkness, Tessa openly asked, "Do you smell that?"
Alex took a minute to sniff, "Yeah. Wonder what it is."
"I don't like it in here. We should just try to find the road again."
"Well we should at least wait until morning. That way we can see what's going on."
"Alex are you crazy?! We won't make it to tomorrow."
"We're more likely to die out there than in here."
She didn't agree with him, however they remained there for a while. Searching his pockets, Alex found a set of matches in his coat, "Here take one."
They both lit the tiny flames and held them up.
A severed head appeared to sit on the table beside them.
Tessa strangled a scream in her throat, as she stared blatantly at the grotesque sight.
"Holy shit…" Alex muttered.
It was the last thing he said before Jason broke down the door.
Through the desolate snowstorm, no one would hear the screaming.
