Ki ki ki ma ma ma...

It was midnight at Camp Crystal Lake, and Jason Voorhees was making his usual rounds. The moonlight cast a silver shadow on him, the blade of his machete shining through the darkness. The night was silent except for the crickets chirping by the lake. The air was still and peaceful.

"Maybe I can finally have a break from killing tonight," Jason thought to himself.

But then he heard teenagers' laughing and shouting start up from a distant cabin. Crap. His job wasn't finished yet.

"Jason, my special, special boy," Pamela whispered in her ghostly voice.

Jason sighed. Here we go again. -_-

"You have a job to do, Jason. Those horrible camp counselors are sinners, they all are! They were making love while you drowned. Do you think that was fair?"

Jason looked at his mother with masked, tired hazel eyes and shook his head warily.

"They deserved to be punished, Jason. They ALL deserve to-"

I know, I know, Mom. I got it. Yeesh!" Jason stalked forward menacingly, each step closer to taking his victims' worthless lives. This was getting so old.

When Jason got to the cabin, he discreetly peered in through the window. There were six of them, three guys and three chicks. They were playing spin the bottle, and they were all getting drunk out of their minds.

"Okay Jackie, it's your turn!" a thin blonde girl smiled.

"Here goes," she said as she spun the bottle. It turned to a stop at a tall, muscular guy with dark hair and blue eyes.

"Ooooo, you two have fun now!" the blonde girl said, pushing them along into the closet. They locked the door, and the other brunette girl was giggling as a buzzed couple made out in the corner.

Jason rolled his eyes. He may as well get this over with.

He creeped up to the front door and kicked it down with all his strength, all of the girls screaming and flipping out, running to and fro.

"It's the Camp Blood Killer!" a weak looking ginger kid with freckles blurted out.

"No shit, Sherlock," Jason mumbled under his breath.

All of them screamed and backed up into a corner. They were all so stupid. This should be an easy kill.

Jason decided the weak ginger kid was going first. He took out his machete, and with one swift movement, he decapitated the annoying shit , blood shooting out from his neck.

The rest of them shrieked with disgust as Jackie and the other dude came out the closet with panicked looks on their faces.

Jason creeped up to them, seeing them cower away and plead for mercy. He slayed them in the same fashion, severing each of their heads in one slice.

"NO!" the thin blonde screamed. "You bastard!" she threw a vase at him which shattered onto his chest and did no harm. Then she regretted her mistake. "No, no, NO! PLEASE!" she backed away from Jason before her stomach was sliced into with his machete. He dug the blade straight through her and pinned her into the wall as blood seeped out of her mouth. He quickly pulled back his arm, removing the machete as she dropped dead to the ground.

One by one, the moronic fucktards came up to him and tried miserably to defeat him. They were slayed in a matter of seconds, piling up on the floor forming a mess of bloody corpses. The last one, this was his favorite kill. The brown eyed boy came up to him, trembling.

"Fuck..you.." he was in tears by now.

Jason effortlessly grabbed his face in his strong hands and crushed his skull, popping his eyes straight out of their sockets. He heard the bones crunch and crimson liquid pooled around the floor. He threw the dead body into the wall and opened the door to leave.

"Very good, Jason," his mother prasied. "A job well done! But you are not finished yet. Another job is yet to be finished, at Cabin 14."

"Awww, Ma, I'm tired," Jason whined. "I've murdered twenty-five teenagers in this whole week and I'm sick of it. I want a break already!"

"Kill for mother, Jason. Kill her mother."

"Look, whoever it is I'll kill them tomorrow. Please let me go to sleep tonight. I always do a better job killing people when I'm well rested."

"Fine then, I guess you deserve some time to rest. Go ahead, but the first thing in the morning you are going straight to Cabin 14 to shed some blood!"

"Okay, okay!"

"I love you, dear."

"I love you too, mother."

Jason trudged back to his house, exhausted. He had to walk thirty yards through water since his house was half-submerged in Crystal Lake, which seemed to take forever.

When he got home, Jason tossed his machete onto the coffee table in the demolished living room and collapsed on the sofa, since the bed in his old room was too small for him now. Just as about he was to close his eyes, he heard footsteps very closely. Jason was alerted to his senses. He jumped up and grabbed his machete, cautiously looking around.

The last thing Jason saw was a strange figure wearing a hideous pig mask, and before he knew it, two needles full of tranquilizer were jammed into his shoulders before a fair fight took place, and everything faded to black.