Prologue - The Bitter End
So there she stood, her life in mere seconds of death. How did she ever think that this would be a glorious return to the community, or that the tape would go unnoticed from that clever bastard's mind? She knew this was going to be the single most excruciating pain she had ever felt, yet even then it didn't stop her lashing out; flailing her arms wildly and making enough noise to deafen the thing behind the solid white mask. Pamela's monster truly was the root of all the problems here, but then why was it, that she felt that she was deserving of this brutal assault?
Through the fog of the screaming, growls of the dead, pleas for help, and the pain; the only thing that was clear, was that she hadn't wasted her life on her ambitions. She hoped that somewhere, a piece of her evidence had survived, and would be found under the shrubs.
She could almost envision it already: It would be passed out of camp, replanted and cared for by others, until at last it could become a tree of knowledge for all the world to gaze upon, and for the young to pick the fruits of her bloody labour and marvel at her toil.
But Jason Vorhees had found all the tapes... He had burned all the negative photographic paper, and he had smashed her face with her flashy little camera until everything was little more than a broken skull and fragmented brain mixed jaggedly with glass shards, plastic and metal shrapnel.
Loveable Author Note: I've started at the end, yes. It's brief and confusing and may hurt your eyes, but stick with me, this gets bigger and better as it goes on. The next chapter will start at the very beginning, so think of this as a looped story. You could read the events in a big circle, so that the end of the very last chapter and the start of this first prologue all match up in perfct sequence once finished. Love it readers, there's really not much else you can do, well.... You could maybe review?