"Cat," Harry Cleaver began", do you have any idea how to get to the camp from here?"

"No," Cat began", I haven't a clue." She peeked into one of the nearby windows to see that they were selling CD's and the like. "Do you want to look inside the store for a while?"

"Why?" Harry asked. "So, you can buy yourself into debt?"

Cat just gave him a glare and turned back to face the street. Harry was randomly glancing around the area, trying to figure out which way to turn. Harry's cell phone rang. He searched through his pockets desperately trying to find it before it stopped ringing. He finally found it and lifted it to his ear.

"Hello," he said listening for the reply. "Oh good, Cat its Ali. He's asking where we are."

"I haven't a clue; we're in front of a busy street near a music store."

"He says he knows where that-oh the advantages of being in a small town," Harry said smiling. "Yea, yep. Okay, thanks." Harry finished and hung up the phone. "He'll come and pick us up in a few minutes. Luckily he's in town, so he's nearby."

"Harry," Cat began," do you really think this is such a good idea. I mean this could go wrong-"

"There's no need to worry, no need to worry. Everything will be perfectably fine."

They stood watching people pass by them. Cat had her bags against the wall off the store. Harry decided to leave his on his back for the time being. A short man wearing a knitted beanie top, a thick brown jacket, and old jeans came walking towards them.

"Harry," Cat looked at the man concernedly.

"I know," he responded," I see him."

The man walked closer and stopped in front of them. "Are you going to that camp, Camp Blood?"

"Um," Cat responded unsure of what else to say.

"You are aren't ye? You can't go back there. You'll die if you do-he'll get you. Just like he got the reporter," He said grasping Cat's arm.

"Who are you talking about?" Cat asked worriedly.

"Who are you?" Harry asked walking beside Cat. He stared at the man coldly.

"Jason Voorhees. They killed him, the camp counselors weren't watching him and he drowned. Then they killed his mother. Now he kills all who step into his camp."

"Good God," Harry muttered.

"God isn't going to help you there. He'll kill you, all of you! Don't go. Don't go!" He began shouting.

Ali's car pulled up and he watched it. He turned and ran away.

"Yea," Harry shouted," keep running, you jerk."

They watched him take off. Ali honked his horn and they turned their attention to him. Harry rushed over to Ali's green Chevrolet truck. Cat gathered her bags and then made her way towards Ali's truck. She stuffed her things in the back, and crammed into the passenger seat beside Harry. Ali turned his truck around and began driving down the street.

"So, Harry, who is this lovely girl with you?" Ali asked.

"This lovely woman is named Meredith Puppy, but I just call her Cat," Harry responded cheerily.

"Oh, I see. Nice to meet you Cat."

"Nice to me you to-, "Cat paused. She had forgotten his name.

"Ali."

"Ali," Cat finished.

"I suppose you all know why we're here right?" Ali asked them.

"Yea, we do," Harry responded.

"Do you honestly think we can pull it off?" Ali asked them.

"I honestly hope so," Cat replied. "I truly hope so."

Mr. Patterson made his way back towards the camp. He paused in the woods. His back fell against the tree and he slide down onto the hard ground below him. He lifted his hands to take off his knitted beanie cap. He brought back down into his view.

He held it in his shaky hands. It had been knitted by his late wife, Amelia. She was a beautiful woman in her time. She passed away from cancer five years ago. He placed the knitted beanie in his brown jacket pocket. He lifted glanced at the trees surrounding him. A cold wind blew past him and went further into the woods.

He, like most people, had heard the news of the camp being reopened. However, he had more involvement than most other people. His son, Dunstin, had come to stay here last year. He had hoped that it would be his son's only cure. The camp had failed, and Dusntin became one of the victims.

A few months ago, he had heard about the hospital murders nearby. It all sounded suspicious to him, so he came to investigate. The news of his son's death had him grief stricken ad out for revenge. Only he found out whom the killer was, and learned the history of his past from the townsfolk. It was the man of nightmares, the killer of thousands of innocent lives, and he couldn't do a thing to stop him.

Now he was given the chance to help the others. These kids, who were coming to their untimely end, were going to die if he didn't do anything. He felt it an obligation to try and warn them, to try and protect them.

He stood up and began walking through the trees once more. He had managed to memorize his way through most of the woods. It came from long nights of running and investigating. Mr. Patterson walked down the unmade path. He heard the sounds of nature surround him. He paused to check and make sure he was going the right.

Snap-he turned to see what had caused that loud noise. He did not see anything and turned back around. Crunch-he knew he heard something this time. He began walking towards the sound. A squirrel suddenly ran by his legs, and he nearly jumped. He chucked t himself and turned back around. He began walking forward and took a sharp right turn.

He had this strong feeling that something was following him. He paused and waited for something to happen. He circled around quickly, trying to catch a glimpse of what was following him. He still didn't see anything. His heart began to slow its rapid beating. He took several deep in and out breathes. He paused, waiting for another sound to make him frantic. Nothing was around but his own breathing.

He placed his back once more against a tree trunk. He heard another crunching sound just behind the large tree trunk. He nervously peeked around the trunk. The man was there-Jason. He was walking towards him. He turned back around, hoping that Jason hadn't seen him, hoping against fate that Jason was never going to find him hiding there.

He gulped and decided to take another peek. He allowed his eyes to see briefly beyond the tree. Jason was gone. He quickly moved his body back forward. Jason stood before him in his terrifying glory. Jason lifted his machete and the man quickly took off to the side. Jason's machete ended up stuck in the massive tree trunk.

Mr. Patterson tried to move but Jason had grabbed his arm. Jason refused to let go as Mr. Patterson tried to escape. The strong force had pulled Mr. Patterson's arm from its socket. Blood gushed from the large gaping hole where his arm had once been. He fell to the ground screaming in agony. Jason placed his foot atop Mr. Patterson's body and pulled his machete free from the tree trunk.

Jason held the machete up high and brought it down in one swift motion. The man that was Mr. Patterson was gone. The man had disappeared as soon as his head left his body. The head rolled until it was stopped by one of the trees. Jason's chest moved up and down as he inhaled and exhaled deeply and made his way towards his former camp.

"We're almost there," Elizabeth muttered.

Janine had placed her hands on the arm rests and had refused to move them. She never said a word. Brandon sat on her right side, and Elizabeth was on her left. Brandon had tried to comfort her, but gave up after an hour.

Janine closed her eyes and muttered", we're just going to warn them."

"Correct," Elizabeth responded.

"We're not going to step foot on the camp, "Janine added.

"Correct again," Brandon said sarcastically.

Elizabeth glared at him, but he didn't seem to care. "Are you sure you can handle this Janine?" Elizabeth asked.

''Yea," she replied nervously," I think I can."

"Good," Brandon muttered under his breath.

The pilot announced that they were about to arrive at their destination and were going to descend. Janine gripped the arm rests tighter. Brandon just took the final sip of his soda and glanced down the aisle to find a flight attendant. Elizabeth glanced out the window to get a better glimpse of their past.