The call

Comes inÉ

I hear

Foreign voices

(Not truly

Foreign,

Just not from

Around this home

Of mine.)

In the forest.

Fools!

Do they not know

Where they are?

DonÕt they know

They are at

Crystal Lake,

Home of my Love?

The home of Jason?

Ooh, they are in for

A treat.

My love will find

Them, and the feast,

The slaughter,

Will begin!

No, not the FBI

Again!

Must warn

My Love!

I feel himÑ

He is not far away.

As silent as possible

For a dead alien zombie

In a forest

Can be,

I run in his

General

Direction.

(For being dead,

I am remarkably fast.)

I see him.

His back is turned.

GoodÑ

I can creep

Up on him.

I silently

Sneak

Up to his backÉ

I grip him

In a Òbear hugÓ

And dig

My claws

Into his decayed flesh.

A thick

Scream/roar

Of pain and fury

Fills the air.

Shut up.

You want them

To hear you?

His roar subsides.

It is quiet

And peaceful.

But the peace

Belies a powerful,

Dangerous secret.

Mommy.

I want my mommy.

They are here

For you again.

They want to

Kill you,

My Love.

I feel his

Anger and fury

Rise.

I do not know

If it is because

Of the mention

Of My Love,

Or enragement

At the idea

Of intruders

Trying to kill him.

Who are they?

They are outsiders,

I ÒsayÓ into his mind,

While outwardly,

I hiss and spit.

His rage boils

Even stronger

Than before.

Where?

Over that way,

Straight behind you.

I release my claws

From the blackened

Skin and run.

I run to nowhere

In particular.

I hide behind

A particularly

Large trunk of a tree.

HeÕs turning aroundÉ

And heading towards

Where I just came from.

And I followÑ

But far enough behind

To not be seen.

I am quiet,

He is slightly

NoisyÉ

I can hear

Gunshots

And screams

Of pain.

He has reached

The agents.

TheyÕll all be dead

In not too long

From now.

The screams

Are dying outÉ

They are almost

All dead.

Wait!

I hear something

Off to my left.

YesÑthat is

What it isÑ

Someone is

Getting away!

My turn nowÉ

I race off

Towards the bumbling,

Stumbling,

Running

Person oh so quietly

And quickly.

I am but a few

Feet from the man.

I tense my legs

And leap.

I open my jaws

And stretch out

My arms and claw-

Fingers.

I slam into the

Escapee

And he falls

To the ground.

He tries to get up,

And barely does so

Before I grasp

His neck

In a vise-like

Grip.

His tries

To break my grip

Are futile,

And are growing weaker.

And I bite down,

Crushing his skull,

And delivering

A deathblow.

I can already

Taste his flesh,

And it is very good.

I realize,

All of a sudden,

That I am actually

Very hungryÉ

And thisÑ

This fleshÑ

Is making me droolÉ

I let go

Of the corpseÉ

What am I to do?

Leave it for

The authorities

Or even JasonÕs

Friend?

NawÑneither deserve

Such a glorious feast!

I start picking out

The pieces

Of my dinnerÕs skull,

In order to get

To the brain

(I donÕt really need

The brain,

But it is tasty

And a good source

Of energy).

Then I feedÑ

Once I am done

With that organ,

I move on to the muscles

Of the bodyÉ

Now, muscles

Are what I normally

Feed on,

But this is my kill,

And I am very hungryÉ

So IÕll eat both.

IÕll leave

JasonÕs friend

The brains

Of JasonÕs victims,

While I finish off

Their bodiesÉ.