The blonde boy, the emo, was the first to go. He was so absorbed in the girl he was undressing that he didn't realize her screams were of fear, not pleasure. He didn't even have time to turn his head before I ran my machete through his chest, the girl pushed back in time to not be stabbed with him. I glared from behind my mask as she screamed for all she was worth, attempting to warn her friends of the danger. The scream ended quickly in a gurgle of blood as she fell to the floor. Dead.

After leaving their cabin, I went to the next, the one with the jock and blonde bimbo. She was just leaving the cabin, probably to see what her friend was screaming about, when I killed her. She didn't even scream, didn't even have the time to look at me in fear. But for once, I didn't mind, I wanted to make the boy suffer.

I sneered slightly as I came upon the boy, completely nude and obviously getting ready to be a bad boy, he was calling out to the dead girl on the porch. His shouts stopped, though, as soon as he saw me. He gulped in fear and his eyes widened, almost comically, as he stood. I continued my slow walk forward, thinking of the many ways I could torture him.

He stood and ran at me with his fist raised, ignoring his state of undress. I waited for him to get close enough before I swung. He screamed in pain as his now useless hand dropped to the floor. The blood gushing from the stump on his arm fell around him. I couldn't help the slight smile as I walked forward and swung.

I couldn't stop myself, swinging over and over, listening to him scream in pain and horror. I didn't stop until the blood only came in trickles. I panted slightly as I looked at the bloody mess at my feet. Limbs and chunks of flesh and guts were strewn about the floor, I couldn't help the happiness that flooded me.

I knew he wasn't the counselor, but he looked so much like him, it felt as if I were getting my revenge. Finally. I smirked, though it hurt me to do so, and walked from the mess. All I must do now is kill the scrawny boy, then I can retrieve my girl. My smirk softened to a smile as I thought about her.

I was cut from my thoughts of the girl by someone gasping. It was the boy, Kyle. He was staring at me in horror, a bag hugged tightly to his chest. He turned form me quickly and began running the direction he had come from. I tilted my head and contemplated the boy as I began walking forward.

They usually screamed for help before running, or they attempted to attack me, and others only screamed and huddled to the ground, as if that would protect them. But he ran, he didn't scream. And he had the sense to run back towards the vehicles.

I narrowed my eyes, that wouldn't do, I couldn't let him escape. I took a short cut, arriving there in seconds. I was surprised to see him already there and getting on my girls bike. She appeared from the van a moment later, handing the helmet in her hand to the boy. I walked forward quickly, I couldn't allow either of them to escape. The boys head turned first. After seeing me, he spoke out to Luka, keeping his eyes on me.

"Luka, he's here." He was surprisingly calm, as if he didn't fear me. And indeed, for as I looked into his eyes I saw no fear. Void of fear or anger, he looked away from to look at Luka, my girl. I, too, looked at her, only to once more be surprised by her. She held a knife in either of her hands as she spoke to Kyle.

"Kyle, I want you to take the bike and leave." She only looked form me for a moment as the boy began to protest. "No, it will be easier for me to go Kyle. Leave." Her last word was stated harshly, demanding the boy to leave. I couldn't help but be drawn to her a little more by her confidence and authority.

She looked back to me and I looked right back, allowing her to see my eyes through my mask. I didn't watch as the boy nodded and left, the bike kicking up dirt as it sped down the road. We kept on staring at each, even as the wind settled around us. The night was silent save the crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl. She would like it here, I know she would. It was all a matter of time.

"So, are you going to kill me?" I only continued to watch her as she spoke, choosing not to answer(not that I could if I wanted to). She only nodded, as if thinking to herself before she spoke again. "I take it you don't talk then." She began walking sideways, towards the van. "I guess I'll do the talking, shall I?" She was smart, I had to give her that.

"So I assume that you plan on killing me, no? Hmm" she kept walking, thinking to herself. "But you see, I can't allow you to do that. The boy, Kyle, I have to take care of him. If I had more time, I would gladly tell you our story for I know you would never tell another soul." She paused here as she stood by the car, the door open. I realized, surprised, that she had succeeded in distracting me enough to almost get in the car. My admiration for her only grew as I began walking forward. She narrowed her eyes and lifted her hand, our fight was ready to start. I grinned behind my mask, excited to force her into submission.

The knife came flying at me, faster and sooner than I expected. I waited for it to hit me, not wanting it to get away from me and allowing her the chance to reuse it. I was surprised when it buried itself on top of my heart, piercing deep enough to kill me, if I had been normal. But mother had offered me more protection, not wanting me to be hurt. I looked back up into her confused face as she held up her second knife. I walked forward again and raised my machete, ready to attack her if need be. She would not escape me.

The second knife hit me on the shoulder with more force than the first, ripping straight through the top of my shoulder. I bled, though this fact was not seen through my already bloody clothes. I looked back up to see her already starting the car. The anger inside of me grew and I leapt forward. I pulled her by her arm out of the car, ripping the door off of it's hinges before doing so.

I didn't care, at the moment, as I reached into the car and began tearing things apart. I didn't want her to escape. The only way she would get away from me was if she walked away with me lying dead on the forest floor, which wouldn't happen any time soon. I pulled her keys from the car and bent each one in half, destroying all of them. I threw the pieces to my feet as I turned to face my girl, only to see no one there.

I looked about me, searching for her angrily. How dare she leave me? She was suppose to be my girl, my good girl! How dare she be bad? I narrowed my eyes as I heard the sound of branches and leaves breaking not that far away. I set off, walking quickly, machete in hand. She would be mine.

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this. I'll update Monday, as long as I get one review for this chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FRIDAY THE 13TH OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS.