A police chief stands over a large group of investigators and a relatively
large amount of blood. There is one body, the body of the boy. He is rather
mangled. He turns to the camp director, who looks absolutely furious. The
policeman leads him off the hill.
Police Chief: I'm sorry, sir, but there's nothing more we can do. We've been searching for hours. I can keep a few men here to keep looking, but we have an emergency on the other side of town.
Camp Director: But I want to know where the f--- my daughter is and I want to know now!
Police Chief: I'm sorry, I'm sure you do, but there's nothing more we can do to help now.
Suddenly, a policeman calls out from beyond, on the hill.
Policeman: Hey! We've found a trail!
Both the Camp Director and the Police Chief look over. The Camp Director runs off in the direction of the hill, and the Chief runs after him.
Hold on the Chief and Director vanishing, as Ash strides across the grass, carting the wrapped shape under his arm, his shotgun slung across his back. He finds the main office, walks in.
The office is deserted. Ash sets down the cloth-wrapped item and walks around the counter to the computer. Moving the mouse, the computer screen comes to life, and Ash starts typing quickly. After a few seconds, he pauses. A grin spreads over his face.
Ash: Perfect.
Cut to:
The other side of the camp, a few of the male counselors stride out of the building and down onto the beach, away from sight. They look nervous.
Nervous Counselor #1: This is some crazy f---ing s--t. Any of you know what actually happened to Tim?
Nervous Counselor #2: Sounds like he got totally bludgeoned. And you know what?
Nervous Counselor #3: I heard he was with Kara when it happened.
Nervous Counselor #1: No way. Where's she?
Nervous Counselor #3: They don't know, dumbass. That's why they're up there looking.
Nervous Counselor #3 pulls out and rolls a joint as he's talking. Nervous Counselor #2 pulls a beer out of his pocket and begins drinking it, pulls a second out of another pocket and hands it to Nervous Counselor #1.
Nervous Counselor #1: I do not feel safe here.
Nervous Counselor #2: Maybe it's nothing. Maybe Kara killed him.
Nervous Counselor #3: Shut up, man.
Nervous Counselor #2: That'd be f---ing nuts.
Suddenly, there is a shuffling in the bushes. All three counselors stop and look around.
Nervous Counselor #3: Did you hear that?
Nervous Counselor #1: Dude...it's...it's just the wind. We're getting totally freaked out here. Nothing's gonna happen.
All of a sudden, there is a wet crunching sound, and a machete sticks through Nervous Counselor #1 out into the beer can in front of him, which leaks. The other two Nervous Counselors stare in horror. A bloodstain spreads quickly on Nervous Counselor #1's shirt, and the machete pulls back, taking the beer can out of the counselor's hand. It hits the counselor's chest and falls off the machete. Nervous Counselor #1 falls over, dead.
The other two Nervous Counselors make a break for it. Jason steps out of the bushes and walks quickly after them, scrambling down the beach. Jason catches up to Nervous Counselor #3 the fastest. Nervous Counselor #3 turns around, horrified. Jason shows no emotion from behind the mask, slashing the machete across the counselor's torso. The counselor screams and falls to his knees, and Jason stabs the machete into the front of the counselor's head.
Jason turns, quickly. Counselor #2 is getting away. Jason strides, catches up to him rather quickly, grabbing him by the back of the shirt.
Counselor #2: Oh, s---, oh, sh--, I'm sorry for everything I've ever done, oh, God, don't kill me!
Jason grabs the counselor's arm, causing a cracking sound and making the counselor scream. The counselor drops the beer can, which hits the ground at Jason's feet. Jason lifts the machete.
With a loud shotgun blast, Jason rears back, letting go of the counselor as a blast hits his arm. Blood spurts out. Jason stumbles back.
Ash steps forward, pointing the shotgun with one hand.
Ash: Hey, asshole. How about a real fight?
Jason looks back, cocks his head slightly. Counselor #2 looks mortally frightened, on the ground.
Ash: Give up on the dumb punk. Come and get me.
Jason turns back to the punk, despite Ash's words. Ash fires again, nicking Jason's shoulder. Jason twists in agony. He turns back to Ash again, slower this time. The counselor is still petrified.
Ash: Don't turn away from me. You want to kill him? You'll have to get through me first.
The counselor runs away, and Jason clenches his fists. He raises his machete a few inches.
Ash sheathes his shotgun and yanks his other hand back. A ripcord pulls. A chainsaw revs. Jason stops for a second.
Ash: Ready?
Jason charges angrily. Ash's eyes narrow.
With a loud clanging and a shower of sparks, the machete and chainsaw collide. Jason's arm is thrown back by chainsaw's movement, and Ash swings. Jason blocks with the machete and thrusts upward, throwing Ash back a few steps. Jason advances, swinging again.
Ash blocks, more sparks. Ash punches Jason in the side of the head. Jason's head snaps back around, and he swings the machete with real fury this time. Jason advances, blocking and punching Ash in the ribs.
Ash: Augh! That's it, now you're asking for it.
Ash backs up, pulls the shotgun back out. Jason cocks his head and dodges the first shot. Jason pulls a pipe off the side of a nearby lodge building, hefting it. Ash fires again, and a small chunk of the top of the pipe breaks off. Jason glances at it, then throws it at Ash, sharp end first. Ash moves out of the way of the pipe, but Jason is there. Jason picks up Ash and flings him into a nearby shed. Ash busts through the door and out of sight.
Jason picks up the pipe from where it landed, and walks over to the shed.
Shot from the inside of the shed. Jason looks in. Ash is nowhere to be seen. Jason looks to the left, to the right. Chains dangle everywhere. Jason enters the building, keeping an eye out. There are racks of all sort of tools and items everywhere.
There is a clanging and Jason looks to the side, just in time for a series of chains to loop around Jason. Jason whips around, but only just in time to see Ash hooking the chains together.
Jason swings the pipe, but Ash shoots, and Jason drops it, his hand hit again. Ash fires again, and a chain breaks, pulling Jason off the ground.
Ash: Not so big now, are you. That's right.
Ash looks around.
Ash: I'm taking you out, right now. But I want it to be painful. I want you to feel it.
Jason stares blankly back at Ash.
Ash: You can't defeat me. I will always return.
A strange gleam appears in Ash's eyes. Jason only appears to barely register this.
Ash: Now, be a pal and hang around for a second. I'll be right back.
Ash steps out of the shed.
Jason looks at the chains. He lifts his arm, causing the chains to tighten. He struggles some more.
Cut to Ash, doing something on the beach. What he's doing is not visible. Once he is done, he turns around, walking back toward the shed when he hears a loud crash come from inside of it.
Ash stops, looking at the shed. He waits. There is another loud clanging. Ash pulls out the shotgun. He puts it at ready, and waits.
The doors of the shed burst open. There stands Jason, holding [i]two[/i] machetes, with a length of chain still wrapped around his arm. He advances.
Ash's eyes go wide, and he fires. Jason continues advancing as shotgun blasts pelt the areas around Jason, even glancing his side and arms. Blood flows from his hands, drips down the chain, which rattles with Jason's every step.
The shotgun clicks. Ash throws it aside, revs up the chainsaw. The two duel with the machetes and the chainsaw for a minute or two. Jason backs off, watching carefully. Ash holds the chainsaw at ready again, but Jason is prepared. With one sparking clash of one of the machetes to the blade, he swings the other one in to cut the chainsaw off. It it falls to the ground. Jason sees the stump and cocks his head.
Ash sends a hard kidney punch into Jason, who falters, dropping one of the machetes. Ash kicks it away and punches again, to the other side. Jason holds on to the other one, but Ash kicks it out of his hand.
The two, now both unarmed, face each other. Jason leans in menacingly.
Ash: You can't defeat me. You're going to lose this time.
Cut to Freddy, repeating the line.
Ash: Jason...Freddy's coming to get'cha.
Jason leans back an inch from the sound of Freddy's voice coming out of Ash's mouth. Ash punches Freddy in the face again. Jason punches back, but Ash blocks with his arm and kicks Jason in the shin. Jason's leg gives and he falls down. Ash punches again, and Jason falters a little more. Ash loosens up for just a second --
-- and Jason grabs Ash again, throwing Ash into a tree. With a crack, Ash is out for the count.
Jason steps forward, picks up the chain from the ground. Grabbing Ash by the scruff of the neck, Jason pulls him off into the woods.
Police Chief: I'm sorry, sir, but there's nothing more we can do. We've been searching for hours. I can keep a few men here to keep looking, but we have an emergency on the other side of town.
Camp Director: But I want to know where the f--- my daughter is and I want to know now!
Police Chief: I'm sorry, I'm sure you do, but there's nothing more we can do to help now.
Suddenly, a policeman calls out from beyond, on the hill.
Policeman: Hey! We've found a trail!
Both the Camp Director and the Police Chief look over. The Camp Director runs off in the direction of the hill, and the Chief runs after him.
Hold on the Chief and Director vanishing, as Ash strides across the grass, carting the wrapped shape under his arm, his shotgun slung across his back. He finds the main office, walks in.
The office is deserted. Ash sets down the cloth-wrapped item and walks around the counter to the computer. Moving the mouse, the computer screen comes to life, and Ash starts typing quickly. After a few seconds, he pauses. A grin spreads over his face.
Ash: Perfect.
Cut to:
The other side of the camp, a few of the male counselors stride out of the building and down onto the beach, away from sight. They look nervous.
Nervous Counselor #1: This is some crazy f---ing s--t. Any of you know what actually happened to Tim?
Nervous Counselor #2: Sounds like he got totally bludgeoned. And you know what?
Nervous Counselor #3: I heard he was with Kara when it happened.
Nervous Counselor #1: No way. Where's she?
Nervous Counselor #3: They don't know, dumbass. That's why they're up there looking.
Nervous Counselor #3 pulls out and rolls a joint as he's talking. Nervous Counselor #2 pulls a beer out of his pocket and begins drinking it, pulls a second out of another pocket and hands it to Nervous Counselor #1.
Nervous Counselor #1: I do not feel safe here.
Nervous Counselor #2: Maybe it's nothing. Maybe Kara killed him.
Nervous Counselor #3: Shut up, man.
Nervous Counselor #2: That'd be f---ing nuts.
Suddenly, there is a shuffling in the bushes. All three counselors stop and look around.
Nervous Counselor #3: Did you hear that?
Nervous Counselor #1: Dude...it's...it's just the wind. We're getting totally freaked out here. Nothing's gonna happen.
All of a sudden, there is a wet crunching sound, and a machete sticks through Nervous Counselor #1 out into the beer can in front of him, which leaks. The other two Nervous Counselors stare in horror. A bloodstain spreads quickly on Nervous Counselor #1's shirt, and the machete pulls back, taking the beer can out of the counselor's hand. It hits the counselor's chest and falls off the machete. Nervous Counselor #1 falls over, dead.
The other two Nervous Counselors make a break for it. Jason steps out of the bushes and walks quickly after them, scrambling down the beach. Jason catches up to Nervous Counselor #3 the fastest. Nervous Counselor #3 turns around, horrified. Jason shows no emotion from behind the mask, slashing the machete across the counselor's torso. The counselor screams and falls to his knees, and Jason stabs the machete into the front of the counselor's head.
Jason turns, quickly. Counselor #2 is getting away. Jason strides, catches up to him rather quickly, grabbing him by the back of the shirt.
Counselor #2: Oh, s---, oh, sh--, I'm sorry for everything I've ever done, oh, God, don't kill me!
Jason grabs the counselor's arm, causing a cracking sound and making the counselor scream. The counselor drops the beer can, which hits the ground at Jason's feet. Jason lifts the machete.
With a loud shotgun blast, Jason rears back, letting go of the counselor as a blast hits his arm. Blood spurts out. Jason stumbles back.
Ash steps forward, pointing the shotgun with one hand.
Ash: Hey, asshole. How about a real fight?
Jason looks back, cocks his head slightly. Counselor #2 looks mortally frightened, on the ground.
Ash: Give up on the dumb punk. Come and get me.
Jason turns back to the punk, despite Ash's words. Ash fires again, nicking Jason's shoulder. Jason twists in agony. He turns back to Ash again, slower this time. The counselor is still petrified.
Ash: Don't turn away from me. You want to kill him? You'll have to get through me first.
The counselor runs away, and Jason clenches his fists. He raises his machete a few inches.
Ash sheathes his shotgun and yanks his other hand back. A ripcord pulls. A chainsaw revs. Jason stops for a second.
Ash: Ready?
Jason charges angrily. Ash's eyes narrow.
With a loud clanging and a shower of sparks, the machete and chainsaw collide. Jason's arm is thrown back by chainsaw's movement, and Ash swings. Jason blocks with the machete and thrusts upward, throwing Ash back a few steps. Jason advances, swinging again.
Ash blocks, more sparks. Ash punches Jason in the side of the head. Jason's head snaps back around, and he swings the machete with real fury this time. Jason advances, blocking and punching Ash in the ribs.
Ash: Augh! That's it, now you're asking for it.
Ash backs up, pulls the shotgun back out. Jason cocks his head and dodges the first shot. Jason pulls a pipe off the side of a nearby lodge building, hefting it. Ash fires again, and a small chunk of the top of the pipe breaks off. Jason glances at it, then throws it at Ash, sharp end first. Ash moves out of the way of the pipe, but Jason is there. Jason picks up Ash and flings him into a nearby shed. Ash busts through the door and out of sight.
Jason picks up the pipe from where it landed, and walks over to the shed.
Shot from the inside of the shed. Jason looks in. Ash is nowhere to be seen. Jason looks to the left, to the right. Chains dangle everywhere. Jason enters the building, keeping an eye out. There are racks of all sort of tools and items everywhere.
There is a clanging and Jason looks to the side, just in time for a series of chains to loop around Jason. Jason whips around, but only just in time to see Ash hooking the chains together.
Jason swings the pipe, but Ash shoots, and Jason drops it, his hand hit again. Ash fires again, and a chain breaks, pulling Jason off the ground.
Ash: Not so big now, are you. That's right.
Ash looks around.
Ash: I'm taking you out, right now. But I want it to be painful. I want you to feel it.
Jason stares blankly back at Ash.
Ash: You can't defeat me. I will always return.
A strange gleam appears in Ash's eyes. Jason only appears to barely register this.
Ash: Now, be a pal and hang around for a second. I'll be right back.
Ash steps out of the shed.
Jason looks at the chains. He lifts his arm, causing the chains to tighten. He struggles some more.
Cut to Ash, doing something on the beach. What he's doing is not visible. Once he is done, he turns around, walking back toward the shed when he hears a loud crash come from inside of it.
Ash stops, looking at the shed. He waits. There is another loud clanging. Ash pulls out the shotgun. He puts it at ready, and waits.
The doors of the shed burst open. There stands Jason, holding [i]two[/i] machetes, with a length of chain still wrapped around his arm. He advances.
Ash's eyes go wide, and he fires. Jason continues advancing as shotgun blasts pelt the areas around Jason, even glancing his side and arms. Blood flows from his hands, drips down the chain, which rattles with Jason's every step.
The shotgun clicks. Ash throws it aside, revs up the chainsaw. The two duel with the machetes and the chainsaw for a minute or two. Jason backs off, watching carefully. Ash holds the chainsaw at ready again, but Jason is prepared. With one sparking clash of one of the machetes to the blade, he swings the other one in to cut the chainsaw off. It it falls to the ground. Jason sees the stump and cocks his head.
Ash sends a hard kidney punch into Jason, who falters, dropping one of the machetes. Ash kicks it away and punches again, to the other side. Jason holds on to the other one, but Ash kicks it out of his hand.
The two, now both unarmed, face each other. Jason leans in menacingly.
Ash: You can't defeat me. You're going to lose this time.
Cut to Freddy, repeating the line.
Ash: Jason...Freddy's coming to get'cha.
Jason leans back an inch from the sound of Freddy's voice coming out of Ash's mouth. Ash punches Freddy in the face again. Jason punches back, but Ash blocks with his arm and kicks Jason in the shin. Jason's leg gives and he falls down. Ash punches again, and Jason falters a little more. Ash loosens up for just a second --
-- and Jason grabs Ash again, throwing Ash into a tree. With a crack, Ash is out for the count.
Jason steps forward, picks up the chain from the ground. Grabbing Ash by the scruff of the neck, Jason pulls him off into the woods.