I decided that I would try to update tonight. I just got back from a wicked game of hide and seek in the dark with my family. Ever since I moved out, I haven't had fun nights like that in a while. Anyway, I hope the update is good enough. It's late now and I've been up since 5 this morning. I'm not at my best. Oh well, no excuses. Thanks reviewers!
Standing there watching him felt like eternity. Blake looked at her desperately from the clutches of the man, kicking his legs at the empty air beneath him. Thunder rumbled in the distance, as if creating a beat to this twisted attack. Lightning streaked across the sky, lighting the camp site for a brief second before disappearing once more into the clouds.
He flexed his fingers, causing Blake to cry out sharply. The man had tightened his grip. Blake's eyes bulged and he kicked harder. Her attacker looked expectantly over at her. 'Come and get him', his eyes were almost playful. Blake could not breathe. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to gasp for air. He was forcing her to make a decision.
A single drop of rain hit Erin on the cheek, and dripped like a tear down her face. That was all it took to break the tension.
She swung. Hard.
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* JASON'S POV
That was exactly what he wanted. Turning sharply, he brought the young man's body in front of him just in time to connect with the machete. A scream echoed though the camp, soon followed by the girls'. God, he loved the screaming. And the blood. Oh, there was a lot of blood. His weapon was lodged deep in the chest of the young man and he hadn't even been the attacker. It was exhilarating and slightly comedic.
And the girl. She stood in shock at what she had just done. Jason grabbed onto the handle of the machete and ripped it out, letting his victim, no, rather, HER victim, fall to the ground in a lifeless heap. Ah, he had it back. His trusted friend and even better, it had fresh blood on the blade. But he would not waste time savoring it. There was work to be done.
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*ERIN'S POV
Blake's lifeless eyes stared back at her, blaming her, condemning her. What had she done?
"Erin…" Amy grabbed onto her arm and pulled her backward.
And they ran. Mike tangled his fingers with Amy and broke from the group. Kendra ran towards the cabins, numb and unthinking, but towards the only shelter she knew. Erin ducked behind the shredded truck, slipping in the mud. The rain was coming down harder now, soaking her to the bone. Lightning flashed in the sky. She laid there, watching from underneath the truck as the murderer walked towards the cabins.
He was going to find Kendra yet Erin could not will herself to run to her friend's aid. And Blake. She groaned. Look at what she had done. Erin sat up and opened the door of the truck, pulling herself up into the back seat. She closed the door, locking it and laid back on the cushions, holding herself. What had she done? Just outside, a few feet away, Blake was on the ground, dead because of her. Because she tried to "help".
And who was this man? She thought back on the rumors she heard about Camp Crystal Lake. Was it Jake? Jackson…? …Jason? Jason. That was the name. Surely he was a myth, something to tell around the campfire to the new campers. But Erin couldn't suppress the feeling in her stomach. She knew it was him. Jason. Ready to kill again. The clichéd masked serial killer was once again about to spill blood around Camp Crystal Lake.