Ok guys its been forever since I have written anything but I'm back now. Yay! I have decided to rewrite and continue this story until I have finished it. So I hope you guys enjoy this rewritten version of the prologue. I will post the next chapter sometime this week.
Disclaimer: I don't own Friday the 13th.
Run, my mind screamed at me. Run till I was out of this horrible forest. In the distance I could see the edge of the forest. With a burst of hope that I would make it out alive, I sped up though I could feel my breath coming in ragged gasps and my legs starting to give. With the edge of the forest just within arm's reach I felt my foot snag on a root, and as if I were in slow motion I could feel myself falling to the ground.
Terrified I looked behind me and all I could see was darkness. A sense of unease came over me. I needed to get out of this forest. I pushed myself up with the strength that I had left and a searing pain shot up my leg from my ankle. I tried to keep my shout of pain in but failed. I gripped the tree as I stood to my full I height. With uneasy steps I staggered forward reaching out for the next tree. I heard a twig snap behind me as I reached the tree, with a renewed effort I launched myself towards the next tree and stumbled on the uneven ground, landing with a hard thump. I instantly started my desperate attempts to crawl away refusing to turn around. I felt a gloved hand grab my broken ankle and I yelped in pain.
With a determined stubbornness to live I turned around to face my killer. I knew I should have talked my friends out of coming to this god forsaken camp. They didn't believe the stories about him. How he had drowned in the lake as a little boy, and how his mom went crazy and killed everyone, except one girl, who in the end killed her. Years after the death of his mother, now fully grown, he instills his wrath by killing those who trespass and sin on his land. Everyone thinks he is just a story but he isn't, though the truth will never be told because no one has ever escaped to tell it. He had killed all my friends one by one and now as I look into his eyes I know this is the end of my story. I look into his eyes and see the sadistic gleam of joy as he is about to end my life and in that moment I know that to him all of the killings and torture is just a game of hide, seek and kill and for me I just lost the game that I had no chance of winning.
I stared up into his evil eyes and scowled, which just made him grin making his eyes squint even more. I angrily tried to shake his hand from my injured foot which just worsened the situation. He grabbed me up by my hair, and I tried desperately to claw at his masked face. That was a bad idea. He grabbed my wrist and twisted. I screamed as loud as I could and slammed my foot back into his shin with as much force as I could manage. I felt his huge hands wrap themselves around me throat and start to squeeze. As black spots encroached on my vision the sun crested above the horizon sending the forest into a warm glow. Finally my night of terror had come to a close.
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