A/N: Hello Everyone, here is the start of my Friday the 13th story; continuing where we left off in "Masks and StraightJackets". I thought it would be fit to post it on Halloween, this is my treat to you so go out there tonight and have fun! I have recently gotten some really awesome horror movies, old and new so new stories may shortly be arriving. I am also going to inform you all that I will be making another Michael Myers story soon, but it will only be a Halloween story this time. Riley has now entered Jason's domain, Camp Crystal Lake do you think she will survive? We are using the recent 2009 Jason, with a few tidbits of the Jason from "Freddy vs Jason". I hope you enjoy it. I do not own anything to do with Friday the 13th, I only own my own characters.
Three hours on a greyhound bus sitting between a sleeping old man and a talkative middle aged woman had drained the life-force out of her. Good thing the stop was right across from an outpost. Riley leaned against a gas pump and silently munching on a chocolate bar and listening to the haunting music on ipod, she smiled and tapped her foot silently as "Everybody Scream" by Rob Zombie shuffled on. She scanned the area while finishing the last of her sugar supplement, one intoxicated man with a dented pick-up truck and old woman leaving the store with cat food. A small smile formed on her face and she turned her head to look down the road. The town seemed small and pleasant. Her eyes transfixed on the green large sign in the distance surrounded by a numerous amount of large foliage; "Welcome to Crystal Lake." She stood up to get a better view of the sign. Rumors had spread across the countryside and even she had heard of the old famous story about a machete mad killer that had been born with his assumed death and his mother's demise. Many people from her school would patronize said killer about his upbringing, actions, and appearance, she could relate far too well. Besides wouldn't you kill if boozed up nymphomaniac teenagers continuously attempted to have intercourse on your camp? She figured it was an insanely large pain in the rear end. Shifting her duffel bag a bit on her arm she strolled over to the trash can located near the wall, paying no heed to the bumbling brute as he consumed his alcohol. Riley flicked the trash down the chute, standing on the tips of her toes to watch it fall down and collect on top of the other articles of rubbish.
An abrupt cough made her snap her head back, to stare at the man as he carelessly tossed his empty beer can to the ground; stepping on it and crushing the can as he sauntered forward. The man grinned, showing off a slick and mossy smile before speaking. "Aren't you a little young to be walking around at night, all by yourself?"
She advanced forward, brushing pass him briskly only to be stopped at the end of his truck when placed his arm in front of her. Riley glanced through the outpost doors; the clerk was too engrossed in his smut magazine to notice. She feigned a small smile and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Nope" she retorted, her voice quiet and brusque than usual. "Now if you don't mind-."
She took a step forward once more, only to have the drunken man close in, causing the small of her back to press against the cold side of the pick-up. "Well, actually I do mind. I was wondering if you wanted a ride, I'll take you anywhere you want." Riley bit her lip and remained silent and still, flinching upon a large hand grasping her shoulder tightly and steering her toward the door. "And then some."
She had never been overwhelmed by panic before, because if that fickle emotion did take control it made people do reckless things; things that aren't thought out before execution, things that one would look back upon with chagrin. After one tends to panic, there is always a sinking feeling that one gets when they realize: They are utterly screwed. Riley was no exception. She groped around on the back of the pick-up truck her adversary had balefully backed her into and snatched up the nearest object she touched. Time slowed within the minutes it took her to swing that crowbar directly at the man, stabbing with the hooked end in the shoulder and sending blood spewing out of the wound and landing delicate crimson drops upon her face. His gruff bellow shattered her ears and during the time it took for him to comprehend the situation she sprinted out of the outpost parking lot and down the main road; still clutching the rusty crowbar in hand and her bag still on her shoulder. In sudden realization, he gained composure and made haste into their truck roaring out profanities as he did so. She continued to bolt down the road as the rumbling thunder of the engine followed. A few minutes into chase her eyes flickered upward, reading the sign once more before escaping into the dense forest surrounding Crystal Lake and tossing her bag into the bushes. Riley stopped for a moment, turning her head toward the entrance she had so cowardly fled into and listened as the truck screeched painfully on the road. The slam of the door indicated her to flee once more, and she obliged. Boughs ensnared and slapped her arms and face as she quickly trudged forward; she paid no mind and continued. Her knuckles cracked on the amount of force she squeezed her only source of protection. She knew she should have taken up Mama Firefly's offer on that pistol.
"Where are ya running to, bitch? No one lives out in these parts, bet you were thinkin' that the big ol' killer Jason would've scared me. Huh? HUH?!" he yelled after her, she silently slipped behind a tree and strained to breath in desperate amounts of air quietly. Riley placed a hand over her neck, her pulse fluttering against the skin. She forced herself to peek around the large trunk of the tree, only to see nothing in the darkness; nothing but foliage and the lake. With a sigh of relief she turned around, the sigh managed to end up short when two large hands closed around her throat and squeezed tightly.
"Holy f-fucktards, when did you get here?" She managed to squeak out, oblivious to the man that attempted to choke her. Before he could retort back a drunken slur, she kneed him right in the ol' sunshine paddy. Yes, that's right… the sunshine paddy. He doubled over and clutching his groin before bringing back a hand and punching her across the face, her head flew to the right; mouth open in surprise and blood trickling down from her nose. A distraught scream escaped her throat as she quickly brought the crowbar to his side, hearing a satisfying snap and yell from her attacker he fell to the ground. Coming out of her daze she walked forward and stared at the man, he had been snapped out of his drunken stupor and held his injured side. She stood there and silently contemplated on which action to take next; she silently bit her lip and tasted the copper dripping from her nose.
She could leave right now, letting the man return home with his punishment only to have him wake up and alert the local police about what happened. She would get caught. Riley slowly raised the make-shift weapon that was coated in blood, tears starting to stream from her eyes and arms shaking. He turned and grinned up at her with a sleazy smile; beckoning her, mocking her. As her arms began to lower the sound of steady footfall approaching quickly, she snapped her head up upon seeing a solid silhouette moving its way in her direction. The figure stood tall and towered over her, a visible long weapon clutched in his mammoth sized hand. Riley dropped the crowbar and fell to the ground, her butt connecting with the ground harshly. She scrambled backwards and her eyes widened as the figure brought his arm down in a swiping motion and slashed the man in the neck, the blade becoming embedded in the flesh of his neck before he yanked it out roughly. The unknown man stood in silence, chest heaving and staring at the deceased man. She whimpered and his head shot up to stare at her. It was then that the world around her turned black and she fell into unconsciousness.