Like Mother, Like Son.
Disclaimer: I do not own Friday the 13th
"My poor Mommy." Jason thought. The deformed boy walked through the woods into the cabin he and his Mom used to live, cradling the severed head of his mother in his left arm and dragged the machete that killed her in the right hand. Tears fell from the boys face onto the forest floor as he neared the cabin. He entered the cabin and set his mother's head on a table. He sat in front of the table and cried. His mom was gone forever and he would never speak to her again.
Jason barely remembered falling into the lake. He could recall feeling the cold water fill his lungs. When he came to, he had washed up on a part of the forest he didn't recognize. With only swim trunk as his clothing, he walked into the thicket in search of his mother. Jason tried as hard as he could but alas was unable to find his mother that day. He spent that night in the roots of a tree trunk. The next day yielded no luck in Jason's search nor did the one after that nor the following week.
Jason kept himself alive by eating berries and small animals, remembering what he had learned at camp. He learned to live off the land grew stronger than he was before. But he still missed his mother. He would do anything to find her again.
Then that day came, Friday the 13th. Jason found Camp Crystal Lake after all this time. He rushed to the campgrounds to look for his mother. He didn't have to look far. She was right there on the shoreline...getting decapitated by a camp counselor. Jason couldn't do anything for his mother. All he could do is watch as his mother's head fell to the ground with a thud. The girl jumped into a canoe and went out into the lake. Jason walked up to his mother's corpse, suppressing his sobs of agony. He picked up his mother's head as well as the machete the girl left behind and began walking toward their cabin.
Now he sat, alone in a world that always mistreated him. Without his mother, Jason was lost.
"I saw the bodies on my way through the camp." Jason said to his mother. "Did you do that for me?"
The head didn't say anything but Jason already knew the answer.
"You do it for me, didn't you Mommy?"
Jason smiled and wiped his tears away.
"You killed them for me Mommy. Because they hurt me. So I'm going to kill them because they hurt you Mommy." Jason raised his machete high over his head.
"I'll finish what you started!"
