Disclaimer: I do NOT own Friday the 13th or Jason Voorhees and no worries I'm not going to make Jason into a loving fatherly figure he's still a psychotic cold killer it wouldn't be Jason without that trait so just read & watch k thanks.
Friday the 13th: JaSon(Son of Jason)
It was a dark quiet night near an infamous lake formerly known as Camp Crystal Lake and although this spot held the legend of a deadly entity it still attracted unsuspecting people to their doom. Tonight was no exception, a brightly silver full moon reflected in the lake's still surface making it appear as if it were glass, two teens were out enjoying their weekend, unknownst to them it would be their last. They had snuck out of their homes, the teenaged boy had taken his dad's car and drove into the woods near the edge of the lake.
"Oh Rod I love it here so quiet, so beautiful." The girl squealed as she cuddled near the supposed love her life Rod.
"Yea and we're all alone, you know what that means Lucy ." Rod replied with a smirk
"I thought you'd never ask." Lucy responded. On the word go the couple began to kiss each passionately and got to work unaware that their entire show was being watched by someone who wasn't enjoying the performance.
Outside their car the sounds of footsteps through the undergrowth echoed through out the empty woods. A crackling of a bunch of dead leaves and sticks on the littered ground managed to reach the ears of Lucy despite all the action in the car.
"Wait..what was that??" Lucy asked suddenly stopping
"What was what?" Rod asked they both stopped and tried to listen in but the footsteps had ceased. "There's nothing out there it's your imagination." The teenage boy assumed.
"No seriously I heard something go check it out!" Lucy groaned
"Fine, fine, I'll show you there's nothing out here." Frustrated and sure that Lucy was imagining things Rod pulled up his pants and got out of the car. As he surveyed the area he couldn't spot any danger. "See I told you there's nothing out here." That was when he heard heavy footsteps walking ever closer to him, as Rod looked up he could spot a large figure holding a machete in his hand.
"Who the hell are you??" Rod demanded. The menacing figure didn't respond he just trudged towards the teenaged sex craved boy the machete held high. It was at that moment that Rod sensed that something was not right. He began to back away a few feet. "What the fuck? Get away from me you creep!!" Rod yelled but the being continued his advance. Rod began to panic, quickly he turned his back on the attacker and in his best effort ran but in no time the figure had caught up with him and in a quick instance it was over. All that could be heard was a loud frantic scream.
Hearing her boyfriend's screams for help, Lucy got out of the car. She surveyed the area and saw no signs of him.
"Rod? Where are you?" The girl asked as she walked further and further away from the car. She got no answer. "Rod????" She yelled and continued to call out to him and still no answer. She called out until she literally tripped over a slumped body; on further inspection she recognized it as Rod's body! But his head was gone severed from the neck a pool of still warm fresh blood had formed near the cavity where the skull was once attached to the rest of the corpse. "ROD!" Lucy screeched panicked she had no idea what to do lucky for her she didn't have to think anymore of it for as she turned around there was Rod's killer. There before her stood a tall man wearing a dark colored jacket over a dingy t-shirt with a pair of dark gray pants, and the ever popular hockey mask that hid his distorted face, it was the infamous Jason Voorhees and he had his machete ready. Lucy's eyes widen and she only had enough time to let out a blood curdling scream that echoed throughout the night and she was never heard from again.
(There is more to come the orphan will come in chap 2 but gotta start an F13 fanfic the classic way hehe. Check back later for chap 2 then and please review thank you.)