Blood has been spilled in Crystal Lake for 20 years, ever since Jason Voorhees drowned. His mother driven by anger and grief, wreaked her horrible vengeance on those she felt were responsible for her Jason's death. Her reign of terror ended when Alice Hardy, the last survivor of Pamella's rampage, bested and decapitated her. Unfortunately, the nightmare had just begun. Several months later, Alice was murdered in her home. Jason had become a revenant.

Ever since he came back, hundreds have fallen victim to his bloodlust. Many tried to put an end to his rampage, but to no avail. Jason had become unstoppable. As the time passed, Crystal Lake has been closed off to the public and reopened until more deaths caused by Jason caused it to be closed down for good. Since then, there have only been occasional disappearances, mostly people foolish enough not to believe the warnings or those who had no idea of the terror that awaited them.

Present Day:

"Are you sure no one is here, John?" Spoke a brunette, wearing a red shirt and shorts. "Relax Tarra, no one's been here for years. Some curse or whatever, something about some freak in a hockey mask, which is complete bullshit." Replied her boyfriend, a tall, light build, blond, wearing a jacket, shirt, jeans and boots. They kept walking until they found a suitable campsite. It was near the lake. They pitched their tent and unpacked.

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I'm going for a dip in the lake. Care to join?" "Give me a few minutes, just gonna set up a fire and check on our supplies." Tarra ventured on towards the Lake. After making the fire, John decided to go into the tent and check the necessities. 'Let's see, food, knife, water. We should be-' before he could finish, he heard twigs snapping outside the tent. He initially thought that Tarra had been playing a joke on him. "Tarra….? Haha. Very funny." He got no response. He poked his head out of the tent. He only saw the camp fire and darkness all around him. He was beginning to feel unsettled.

'Take it easy, those are just stories.' Before he could start going to the lake, he bumped into something. He stumbled onto the ground and was met up with a terrifying sight. He looked up and saw what he hit: The Revenant Of Crystal Lake. He wore an old, rotten jumpsuit, an old, decomposing hockey mask, and black boots. Before he could open his mouth to scream, Jason grabbed him by the mouth, suppressing any sound John wanted to make. He picked him up and stared him down.

Jason then drew his machete out of his sheath. He then plunged the blade into John's stomach. He coughed up blood on the monster, but it hardly phased him. Jason then twisted the machete, causing further torment and pain. He continued raising it through his body, staring him in the eyes while it was all happening. Jason finally ended the process, by splitting John's head in half. Jason dropped him to the floor. He would come back for his corpse later, but needed to deal with the female first.

Completely unaware of what happened to her lover, Tarra stripped off and jumped into the lake. She began backstroking deeper into the lake. she then began treading water. Before long, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Her uneasiness turned to panic when she heard splashing. She looked around frantically, surveying the water for any sign of the culprit.

She began rapidly swimming to the shore. Before she could make it to her clothes, she immediately felt a sharp pain on her achilles tendon. She couldn't get up, as she saw it completely sliced, along with the perpetrator. Jason kept walking towards her. She tried crawling away, but before she could get further, Jason then grabbed her by the throat. He first ripped off her lower mandible. It didn't take much. As tears began streaming from her face, Jason finished the job by punching through her chest, ripping out her beating heart. As her eyes began to dilate, he crushed the heart in his hands. Satisfied with his work, Jason dumped both bodies into the lake.

1 month later:

A car is making its way towards Cunningham county. It is a black camaro, with red stripes. Inside were four men, dressed in tactical gear and gas masks. "Well, that could've gone a whole lot worse." Said the driver, Axel, a short, husky male with red hair. "That's a fucking understatement. The whole thing was a shitshow. That bank was supposed to be deserted. And don't get me started on that incident with the guard." Spoke the man in the passenger seat, Eli. He has short, straight black hair, and was thin. He was also digging out a bullet from his arm with a knife.

"The important thing is we got the money, and some minor injuries. Now we just need to lay low." Derek spoke in the back with a buzz cut, and glasses clutching bags with the money. "Don't worry, guys, my father has an old cabin near Crystal Lake. We can stay there until they quit looking for us" Hayden, an athletic built man, with blonde hair reassured the group, while also holding bags of his own.

An hour later, they made their way to the cabin. They made a few turns and had to go off road from there. While making a turn, Eli noticed a peculiar sign. "Is that….Crystal Lake?" Axel then addressed the question. "Yep, supposed home of serial killer Jason Voorhees. But relax, there hasn't been any weird happenings in years. Besides, even if Voorhees was real, he's dead by now. The rest of the murders were likely just copy cats." "Not scared, just observing. Hayden, how much further?" "Just few more miles." Soon after, they found the cabin.

They immediately sat down in the living room and counted their shares of the money. They all made off with 500 million. The plan is to lay low until the heat is off and then go on their own separate ways. Eli also took stock of their weapons. Each of them have a .45 and two M-16's. They have plenty of ammunition and supplies for a few weeks, months if necessary.

Meanwhile, the authorities were hunting for the robbers. The FBI is leading the pursuit. Although no one was harmed in the robbery, but this was easily their largest heist. Dubbed "The Marauders" by the media, these robbers have been hitting major banks across the country for months, with this time being their biggest payday.

However, through an anonymous tip, they discovered that they were last headed to New Jersey. Soon, a task force was assembled and the hunt was on. The task force is being led by Michael Winston, FBI Special Agent. He quickly rose through the ranks for months, most notably the milkman murders in Pennsylvania a few months prior. He was put in charge of the taskforce after the 3rd robbery conducted by the Marauders.

While the team of robbers was resting, a group of teens was heading to Crystal Lake spend the weekend. They had a cheap deal for a cabin, for obvious reasons. Surprisingly unphased by the legend of Jason Voorhees. As they began unloading their stuff from their car, another party was observing them. "They're here. The prey have entered the killing floor." "Good, commence with the operation" The radio messages went back and forth. A man in a tactical outfit along with 9 other men observing from a hidden camp. All of them armed to the teeth and ready to kill. However, that may not be enough, because Jason is not the typical combatant they're used to. And sensing the presence of trespassers, Jason rose from his shack. "Rise up, Jason. More intruders need to be dealt with. Kill them Jason. Kill them for mommy." Jason quickly gathered his weapons and readies himself for the hunt.

Author's note: With the Friday the 13th game coming up, I decided to do a story of my own, while waiting for the game. Plus this could act as a prequel to the wastelands which I will get back to as soon as I can. So thanks for reading and let me know what you think.