Over an indistinct blue-and-black-mass, changing in depth with tone can be seen the legs of a child kicking below the surface of a lake. And it's just not his legs below the water, it's his entire body. The boy was flailing helplessly, an endless sea of blue surrounding him as he struggled to find his way to the surface. He was drowning. An adult quickly plunges into the water, grabbing the boy.

Alice Hardy, a twenty year old, brown haired, head camp counselor breaks the surface with twelve year old Jason Voorhees in her grasp. His body was limp as she kicks to the shore.

Racing back and forth on the shoreline was a woman in her late thirties, wearing a 'Camp Crystal Lake' t-shirt.

"Jason! Jason!" The woman cried.

Alice brings Jason to shore and begins CPR immediately. Jason is unresponsive after the first attempt. Alice tried again.

"Oh, god, Jason, please don't leave me!" The woman cried again.

Looking on were several camp counselors, as well as Steve Christy, the camp's young, handsome owner, and Barry and Claudette, two guilt stricken teenage counselors who were clinging to one another.

Finally, after pushing on Jason's chest for the third time, he began to spit out water and gasp for air.

"Jason! Jason, can you hear me?" Alice asked.

The boy didn't respond to her, but he was beginning to breath normally again.

"He's alright, Pamela." Steve smiled down at the woman he had an arm around, comforting her as she sobbed quietly into his chest.

"Mrs. Voorhees, I'm so sorry-" Claudette began but she ignored her and leaned down to hug her son.

"Claudette, where were you? You were supposed to be the lifeguard." Steve asked.

"I'm sorry." Claudette apologized again while wiping away tears. "The swimming area was going to be closed in twenty minutes, and there hadn't been any kids here in over an hour…"

"It was my fault, Mr. Christy." Barry cut in. "I convinced her to leave early."

"Yes, but I agreed."

"You stupid whore!" Mrs. Voorhees suddenly screamed as she lunged up and slapped Claudette across the face, making her head jerk to the side, a red handprint instantly beginning to form on her left cheek.

"Hey!" Barry yelled and held out his arm to keep Mrs. Voorhees back.

"Pamela, I know you're upset, but please try to calm down." Steve said while he and the others came in between the two so that nothing further would happen.

"Calm down! My son almost died because of these two, and you want me to calm down!"

"I think we should take Jason to the infirmary to be checked on." Alice suggested, now worried about the boy's condition.

Pamela, Steve, and the others looked back down at the boy still sitting on the ground. He wasn't paying any attention to the adults fighting, he just had a strange, faraway look in his eyes.

"Jason?" Pamela leaned down next to her son again. "Jason, can you hear me?"

Jason didn't respond.

XXXXXX

Now back in his office, Steve was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands, the stress of the whole situation weighing visibly on him. The assistant manager of the camp, Enos, a heavy set man in his early forties was sitting across from him.

"You know I'm probably gonna get sued over this." Steve finally spoke up and then shook his head. "God damn Barry and Claudette."

"You're not gonna get sued, Steve." Enos assured. "Jason Voorhees was not a child we had any responsibility for. He was never officially signed up to be at Camp Crystal Lake, he was only here because this was where his mom worked."

"Still, did you see the look in his eyes? And he wasn't speaking-"

"I've never heard that kid say so much as one word to anyone."

"He probably only talks to his mother."

The door suddenly opened and Alice walked in.

"How is he?" Steve asked.

"Couldn't tell you. Pamela wouldn't let the nurse take a look at him. She just took off with him in her jeep."

"She's probably taking him to the hospital."

"I doubt that." Enos responded. "If that boy is hurt she's probably taking him to a church to pray the injuries away."

"Look, just because she's religious is no reason to look down on her."

"Oh please, that woman had issues. I thought you were gonna get rid of her this year, Christy."

"I was." Steve sighed. "Until I found out that her husband had left her for another woman."

"That's horrible." Alica said.

Steve nodded.

"On top of being religious, Pamela is a very…emotional woman. After I found out that Elias had left her, and now she has to take care of her son by herself, what could I do? I thought that if I let her go on top of all that she could..."

He trailed off after that.

"Well, hopefully now she'll leave and we won't have to deal with her anymore." Enos sighed. "As much as I'd hate to say it, maybe this whole thing was a blessing in disguise."

XXXXXX

As the three of them continued talking in the office, Pamela had arrived back at her house, which was no more than a five minute drive from Camp Crystal Lake. She was currently upstairs in her son's bedroom, trying to comfort him. Jason layed in his bed, still not responding to her like he usually did. He just kept staring, now staring out the window at the moon, which was full tonight.

"The things I've seen those counselors do over the years, smoking, drinking, premarital sex." Mrs. Voorhees went on. "These are sins, Jason."

She realized she was pacing back and forth and stopped to look at her son, and then looked over at the window, to stare out at the full moon like he was doing.

"But what happened today was unforgivable." She continued. "Almost letting my son die…and on purpose! Now they must be punished. They all must be punished for what they did to you."

Mrs. Voorhees then went over and leaned down to kiss Jason's forehead.

"Stay in bed dear, mommy will be back soon."

Going to the shed in the backyard, Pamela carried two containers of gasoline to her jeep. After putting them in the back, she went into the house again and went to the closet to get two more things. A hunting knife, which she placed in her pocket, and a long machete.

Slowly, she lifted her head and looked up at the moon again.

'Kill them mommy.'

"I will, Jason. I will."