Normal P.O.V.
Hours passed since Fatality last fought for her life against the giant that intruded her cabin. After he left unexpectedly, she wondered about how the giant got there in the first place, and she was willing to ask around the camp about the camp's true history. As the sunset passed into the darkness, the camp was pitch-black, and all that could be seen was the small camp fires that lit up some spots of the camp. Cheerful and noisy young campers fluttered about and frolicked with one another while the camp councilors gazed at each other lustfully, touching their arms and cuddling like if it was the end of the world. Fatality's neon-blue dragon eyes shone through the darkness as she approached the campsite where the councilors were like a wolf hunting its prey. She approached the councilor's campsite with a wide grin and sat next to a disgustingly-cuddly couple.
Ricky, a black-haired lanky with olive skin was speaking to the other councilors, waved his arms in the air as he told his stories. He was always great at telling his own version of true-story legends just to scare the other people. Feeling a bit awkward watching the couple making out in-front of her, Fatality stood up and sat at the story group while the young man told his stories. She really wanted to ask what was going on with all the sudden camper's vanishing all of the sudden, and she mostly wanted to find out what happened in the camp years ago.
Ricky went about and finished his previous story, and he look at the other councilor's bored reactions. With a sigh, he went on and continued into the story that Fatality has been hoping for; The story of Jason Voorhees.
"Alright guys, since I'm seeing your faces, I can tell you're bored. Anyways, there's a legend around here that I've been told growing up about this deformed, retarded boy named Jason Voorhees. His mother was over-protective of this little boy, since he was her only little boy, her special little boy.
He was often picked on because of his severe deformities and one day, his mother needed to work back at the camp kitchen and she couldn't take care of Jason, and so he was left in the custody of two camp counselors named Barry and Claudette.
A few hours into watching the poor retarded kid, Barry and Claudette went to the woods and made love while Jason was pushed into the lake by the campers who always picked on him.
He never knew how to swim, so he ended up drowning as a result. His mother came back from working her ass off and she couldn't believe what she heard. Jason's body was never found.
She became insane over the loss of her only child and started killing every councilor that she believed were responsible for her son's death. And legend has it, Jason somehow came back to life and watched his mother's death that stormy night.
Some say he grew and grew until he was able to blend in with the wilderness.
Some say they've seen him around as they drive past this lake.
Legend also has it that He's been killed by the lucky councilors who have managed to escape from him over the years, but he keeps coming back. And each time he comes back, he keeps getting much worse in his own appearance.
And now, he stalks and kills those teenagers who have sex, do drugs or drink upon his lake... That's all I have to say from this story."
The councilors gazes at Ricky in awe and laughed at his story, for they thought it was all one of his big scary brushed the story off and started making out with each other, as another couple went into a random tent and started to do unthinkable things. Fatality's eye twitched and left the camp fire, knowing what she needed to know.
Fatality's P.O.V.
I feel bad for this...this...This poor little boy... He died at the hands of those poor excuse for responsible councilors, and now he's out to kill us all because of their stupidity! Why couldn't they control their stupid human hormones and keep it to themselves?
I could now admit that even the humans had their own violent pasts...Maybe he's just another terrified soul trying to find his mother; A boy trapped in a body of a giant immortal zombie...But then why didn't he just murder me right there in the spot back at my cabin? I have to search for this being and make peace with him, and I hope he listens to my plea...
I reached my cabin and opened the door. As I walked in, I grabbed a brown , extremely fluffy teddy bear and gazed at it. It's what children would love, right? I really hope the giant killer accepts my peace gift...what was his name again? ...Jason goorhee? Jason Urheez? No...Jason Voorhees...
I chuckled at the thought of a boy trapped in a giant zombie killer's body. Indestructible, helpless, confused and probably terrified. First thing tomorrow morning, I will abandon my duties here as councilor and set out to find this poor, terrified soul.