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He stood at the lake, watching the flames burn out in the pink morning sky. Panting with the exertion of putting Jason back into his watery grave as beads of sweat rolled down his face, he sighed with relief, hoping that nothing would help the masked murderer extend his 30 year massacre.
Lugging the sack of equipment he brought with him for his grisly task, 42 year old Tommy Jarvis headed to his Jeep. He had come back to Crystal Lake after nearly two decades of recovery from the last couple of times he faced his adversary. Now, he had a different purpose in life.
He started up his Jeep and drove out of the old camp grounds. Passing a sign that said 'SOLD', a smile began to creep up his tired face. There was only one way he could make sure that Jason remained where he was and that way was to own the camp.
During his hiatus, Tommy had written a best-selling novel about his experiences in Crystal Lake. It made him an overnight sensation and an eventual millionaire. Months ago, when he was on his book tour, fans had often asked him if he would ever return to Crystal Lake, putting the seeds in his brain to buy the camp.
It had taken months of planning and watching the news for him to figure out Jason's patterns. It had taken him a few weeks to gather supplies and trail him before finally luring the murderer to the place he had died in when he was ten. It took him a mere few hours to trap him in the lake. Everything had seemingly gone to plan for him and now he was ready to commence the second part of his plan...opening the camp again...
Karen Dukakis and her best friend Erika Abbott spent a few hours early that morning, packing for their trip to Crystal Lake. The two best friends lived in a townhouse in a small town in upstate New York. They had been inseparable since they were pen pals, living in two different countries. Now, in their 20s, they did everything together. This summer was no different.
They had heard about the purchase of the infamous 'Camp Blood' and, being two women with a high sense of adventure, were the first of many to apply to be counsellors. They were immediately accepted, both having degrees in Early Childhood Education.
"I can't believe we're heading to the camp now" Erika said excitedly as they packed her metallic blue '07 Pontiac G5 "It's going to be a great adventure"
"If you get any more excited, you're going to go into Cardiac Arrest" Karen laughed, tossing her golden blonde hair behind her shoulder with a single shake of her head "Breathe, Erika. The kids won't be arriving for a couple of weeks. We're doing grunt work"
"Very funny" Erika said, closing the car trunk "About as funny as a rubber crutch"
"Take it easy" Karen chided her, winking as they got into the snappy sports car "I was just teasing"
"Do we have everything?" Erika asked, starting the ignition. Karen rolled her blue green eyes.
"We're good to go, Skipper!" Karen drawled, making Erika roll her golden eyes in return...
It was early in the afternoon when the best friends arrived at the camp. Erika parked in the clearing next to a 2002 Chevrolet Avalanche. A black Jeep was parked near the main office.
"Charming place" Karen said dryly as Erika killed the engine and they got out. "I wonder if we're under-dressed" She gestured to their denim cutoff shorts and spaghetti strap tank tops.
Erika said nothing as she surveyed the area. In the distance, there was a shirtless, slightly muscular man chopping wood. He stopped his task to look at the newcomers with penetrating grey blue eyes.
"Well at least there's one good looking guy here" Erika murmured, admiring the man's tan "He's got the build of a soldier"
"Here comes another one" Karen said, shielding her eyes as she saw a middle aged blonde man approaching them from one of the cabins "I have a feeling it might be our boss"
"Good afternoon, ladies" he said as he stood next to them "Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake. I'm your employer, Tommy Jarvis"
"Erika Abbott" Erika said, shaking his hand "It's a pleasure to be here"
"Nice to meet you, Erika"
"Karen Dukakis" Karen added, shaking his hand.
"Nice to meet you too, Karen" Tommy said with a smile "I'm glad you ladies are here. Nancy has already started in the kitchen, Jarrett and Debbie are working on the cabins and Jake is busy chopping firewood. There's more to be done but thankfully we're ahead of schedule"
"Great" Karen exclaimed with mock-enthusiasm "What would you like us to do?"
"Erika, I want you to set up the canoes and archery range" Tommy said, examining the clipboard he was holding "Karen, I'd like you to work on the Arts and Crafts Cabin"
"Will do" Erika said, nodding with enthusiasm "I'm right on it"...
... Debbie Richards stood in front of Cabin B, wiping sweat off of her forehead with the back of her hand. She had been cleaning the cabins for a few hours now and her back hurt from bending a lot.
She sat on a nearby chair, blowing stray strands of hair out of her face. She knew that after she finished with this cabin that she had to help Jarrett put up the lifeguard towers. Groaning, she secretly hoped more people showed up to help out.
Slowly standing up, she grabbed the bucket of cleaning supplies from the floor and headed towards Cabin D, where her boyfriend Jarrett was just finishing up with the gutter.
"Hey Jarrett" she called out to the muscular Japanese-American man on the ladder "Almost done?"
Jarrett Tanaka set down the hammer and climbed down the ladder upon hearing Debbie's greeting.
"Just finished now" he replied, wiping his palms on the seat of his khaki shorts "Do you know if any more counsellors arrived?"
"Not at all" she said, staring out at the shore of the lake "Are you ready to do the lifeguard towers?"
"Ugh" he groaned, putting his tank top back on "Jarvis is a slave driver! Isn't it time to break for lunch?"
As if on cue, they heard Nancy calling out from the Mess Hall Cabin.
"Guys!" she called out from the doorway "Lunch time!"
"Alright!" Jarrett exclaimed, putting the hammer and nails back in the tool box "She read my mind!"...