Ted ran through the forest, heart pounding. Ted could hear him chasing Ted, his heavy feet thumbing against the ground. For a guy that big Ted would think he would make more noise. But he didn't. Maybe that's how he managed to sneak up on Ted and Ted's friend Jake. He had already killed Jake and was now after Ted.

Ted stumbled and fell, crashing to the ground. Desperate to regain his lead in the chase, Ted scrambled to his feet and shot off again. Ted heard a dull thump as the machete was embedded in the ground where Ted had just been. Ted had just gotten extremely lucky.

However, it didn't take Jason long to yank the blade out of the ground and start after Ted again. For a big guy he was fast. It was a freaking miracle he hadn't caught Ted yet. But he would, Ted knew, for Jason Voorhees always caught his prey. He knew the woods better than Ted.

Ted realized he could not hear the killer chasing him anymore, and spared a brief glance behind him. Sure enough, Jason had vanished. Ted slowed to a jog, then halted. He looked around, hair on the back of his neck raised as he scanned the sinister shadowed woods around him. Where had Jason gone? Why had he stopped chasing Ted? Ted wasn't so stupid as to believe he had simply given up. Jason didn't just quit. He was watching Ted, somewhere, waiting for Ted's next move.

Ted's frantic eyes found a large, climbable tree. There was no way Jason could climb with his body mass, right? Right? Ted sprinted over and started climbing. Reaching a fork in the branch a good 10 feet off the ground Ted sat and caught his breath, only to lose it again when he saw Jason in the tree next to him. Apparently he could climb. How in the world had he gotten up there?

"Really? Oh come on!" Ted yelled, half at him and half to himself.

The killer gave no answer, not that Ted had expected him to, but maintained an unnerving silence as he glared at Ted from under his mask. That mask was downright creepy, especially with the way the moonlight was hitting it. Why in the world did he have to wear that? Was his overall self not creepy enough?

Oh right, Ted thought, remembering the stories about Jason. He's deformed or something. That's the reason those kids pushed him in the lake and he drowned. If he wasn't trying to kill Ted, Ted may have felt sorry for the machete wielding psychopath. If he had only been treated nicer he would have turned out so much better. But Jason was out to kill Ted, quite brutally in fact, so any pity Ted may have had vanished like dew in the morning.

Neither of them moved, until Jason started climbing down. Oh heck no! I ain't gonna die cornered in a tree! Ted thought, and dropped out of the tree. Ted hit the ground before Jason did, but Ted landed funny and pain shot through his right ankle. Ted yelled in pain as Jason dropped to the ground and slowly made his way over. He didn't need to hurry, where was Ted going? Nowhere, that's where.

Ted looked up as Jason stood over him, machete held tightly in his hand. "If you're going to kill me," Ted said quietly. "At least be quick about it."

Was that a small nod he gave? Ted didn't have much more time to contemplate as he raised the machete over his head then brought it down onto Ted's.

The pain only lasted a second.