In a different time, we find a different Jason. One who tried to talk to kids of his age, at the time, but they wouldn't listen. Everything he said was a reason for everyone to laugh and to humiliate him. That was so, until somebody came in between them. That somebody was a woman in her late twenties. She would stand between the kid and the other ones, tell them to go away, and they'd run, scared of her. Then she'd turn to young Jason and smiled, being the good mother she's always been for him. She was somebody he could turn to, somebody that would help him and protect him when he needed it most. Along with his mother, he'd live in the area he's most familiar with, that being the woods of Crystal Lake. And together, there was no reason for either to be unhappy.
Suddenly, before Jason's eyes, everything changed. He wasn't in the woods, but in a cold room. For some reason, he felt it was cold, but he didn't feel as though he was freezing. He looked around, realizing that wherever he was, it was some kind of a hospital. To him, whatever he saw only seconds ago was real, but something helped him remember the awful truth. That his mother wasn't alive at all. Then he remembered whatever happened to him last. He found some military people, about ready to kill him, so he defended himself against them. Though he managed to kill them all, they also managed to take him down. As Jason was spending most of his time in a dream world, which he preferred over the real world, he didn't care. But now he's awake, and has to face the harsh reality. But not only that, he awoke in an area he didn't know. How did he get here? Why did he get there? He didn't know, but he did know that he had to get out. His muscles felt unusually numb, yet he didn't seem to have any problem moving his arms and legs. Within a minute, he was walking again. However, being on a stretcher isn't the same as being on a bed, as getting off a stretcher makes more noise than a bed ever would.
Outside the morgue, the two medics heard something.
"What was that?" one asked.
The other shrugged: "Must be some stupid explanation. Let's take a look."
They both went back inside the morgue, but found nobody. Including the dead body they dropped off here a few minutes ago.
"Where did the body go?" they wondered.
From behind the opened door, the dead body, Jason, came, grabbed both of the men's heads and smacked them together. This with such a strength that both heads didn't just bash each other, they almost literally blew up, as though there were bombs inside their heads that exploded. This was a strength Jason didn't remember to have. Where did it come from? After some thought and consideration, Jason decided to not waste anymore time on that.
He walked away from the morgue, hoping to find an exit to this area soon. He found a door, that was guarded by two soldiers. One of them spotted him.
"Jesus!" he shouted, "What're you doing here, streaking like... who are you?"
Jason looked down, as that soldier couldn't keep his eyes off something below his face. That's the first time he realized he wasn't wearing any clothes.
That's when the other one, who was also the one that escorted Myers earlier, recognized him: "Isn't that the guy they brought down here to experiment on?"
Those last words is what triggered Jason to look at them again. Another memory crossed his mind, in which some other kid told him: "You're just a freak, who escaped from the lab where they experimented on you."
Jason started to shake, as this man had just said more or less the same thing to him. But it wasn't until the other guard spoke that he really started to grow angry: "With those scars on his head, wouldn't it have been better if they just put the freak to rest?"
This was a word he had heard so many times before, for no reason at all: "freak". With an angry expression on his face, he started towards the two guards.
"Hold it right there!" they shouted to him, but Jason didn't listen.
"Stop or I'll shoot!" the escort exclaimed, dropping the briefcase he held so he could grab his gun.
Jason still didn't listen to them. He made it close enough to push the other guard against the wall, with enough force to knock him out cold, if not dead. The escort then had no choice but to fire his gun. Jason felt something going through his body, but for some reason didn't feel the pain of it. Blood left his body, yet he didn't feel much weaker. The guard shot two more times, yet his target didn't even flinch. This made Jason's expression change to a sadistic happiness. He grabbed the guard by his throat, which was a surprise that got him to drop his gun.
"Wait!" he tried to talk his way out, "You wanna know who did this to you? It wasn't me, I'm just a guard. It's those people inside this compound. You want revenge, you better..."
Jason stopped listening to him, as his grip on the guard's throat tightened to a point where his head could no longer stay attached to the body. Still something he said did get to Jason. So those who took him away from home are still here, he thought to himself. Then he decided upon what he had to do.
He looked at the briefcase that the one guard had, which fell open. It contained his own hockey mask and his entrusted machete. How either one of them even made it here, he didn't know. Then he looked at the other guard, or rather his uniform. That's when another memory was triggered. He remembered to have seen a kid playing with toy soldiers, and bragging about how he'd one day join the army and become a war hero like his father. He also remembered how that kid would make fun of Jason by saying: "You'll never be a soldier. You're too retarded." This statement being followed by a roar of loud laughter. However, Jason was now in a position to wear a soldier's uniform, which in his mind would make him a soldier. Wearing that suit, he'd be the hero that that kid could only dream of being. At that moment, he had everything he needs right here. He stripped the guard of his clothes, only to put them on himself, then put on his mask and picked up his machete. He was ready to take his revenge on those who abducted him.
