Looks like Jason is getting the better of his victims! Who will survive? And will we get to finally find out who Elias is?

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… Jason dragged the girl's lifeless body through the forest after smashing her face against a tree like a baseball bat. She had made such a ruckus with her screaming that he barely had enough time to grab her and break through the bathroom window unnoticed. She was one of his easiest victims since she froze up when she found the man's bloodied body.

He dragged her into his cabin and put her in the pile with the other two victims. Satisfied with his handiwork, he went back into the woods…

… "I can't believe this" Kristy said, looking pained "Darcy is dead! This can only mean that Serenity met the same fate!"

"What are we going to do?" Tom demanded, panicking "We're all gonna die!"

"Calm down, guys" I said quietly, thinking of a plan "We need to think of a plan"

We were all huddled in my darkened cabin with only candlelight so that we wouldn't be discovered just yet.

"Someone needs to go for help!" Tom hissed, rubbing his chin "We can't all stay here"

"Wow" Peyton said sarcastically "The prima donna actually has a good idea!"

"Shut up" Tom growled, his eyes widening with fury "I'll kick your giraffe ass!"

"Cool it, guys" I said quickly, trying to quiet them down "We can't fight just yet! We need to survive!"

"Tom, Evgeniy and I will go for help" Kristy said, shrugging "You and Peyton stay here and hide or something"

"Do you agree?" I asked Peyton "I think it's logical"

"No" Peyton said, shaking his head "They should stay here and you and I should go. That way, we can hitch a ride somewhere to safety. I wish our phones had good reception out here but they don't. You guys should hide and stay put until Tina and I get back"

"Okay" Kristy whispered, nodding "Sounds like a plan. You two, be careful!"

"See you guys later" I said, standing up "We will be back soon!"

With that, Peyton and I left the cabin.

"You guys do realize they won't come back alive" Tom said smarmily as we headed up the path to the road.

"God" I hissed as Peyton held my hand "Do you think we stand a chance?"

"We have to believe we do" Peyton said, leading me up the path "We can survive this"

"This is going to be a long walk" I said, seeing the road in front of us "Unless someone is around here or someone is driving around here"…

… We had walked for what seemed like an eternity until lights came up ahead of us.

"It looks like a diner" I said, thankful that we found a public place "Maybe we can call for help from there"

"Yes" Peyton exclaimed squeezing my hand "Let's go!"

We sprinted all the way to the diner, happy that we were going to be saved. We crossed the parking lot and slowly entered the diner, somewhat relieved and somewhat panicked.

We were greeted by the sounds of old country music stars as we walked inside, scanning the area for a pay phone.

"Can I help you?" a middle aged, heavyset waitress inquired, holding a coffee decanter in one hand and a couple of menus in the other.

"Do you have a phone we could use?" I asked her nervously "It's an emergency"

"Why of course, hun" she said, leading us to the far end of the counter "Can I get y'all some coffee?"

"No thanks" Peyton said, following me to the phone "We are currently in a state of panic right now"

"Wait a minute" a patron sitting at the counter said, turning towards us "Ain't you Peyton Manning? The all-star NFL Quarterback?"

"Ah yeah" he said shyly as I picked up the phone to dial "We're staying at that new resort by the lake"

"Oh my stars" another patron at the counter said, her eyes wide "Camp Blood?"

"That's the one" I said, dialing 911 "Something is wrong up there"

"There's always something up with that camp" the waitress said, clucking her tongue "All that spilled blood. Elias over there could tell you everything that happened in the past decades"

Elias? That name was familiar.

Peyton and I exchanged glances and looked to the direction in which the waitress was pointing. Sure enough, a familiar looking man with red and grey streaked hair sat in the corner, sipping coffee.

"It's him" I hissed, hanging up the phone "It's the driver"

Peyton and I immediately walked over to Elias' table.

"Long time no see, driver" I said, sitting in the booth across from him "What is going on?"

"My god" he gasped, taking a good look at us "What are you two doing here?"

"There's an emergency at the resort" Peyton said, sitting next to me and glaring at him "And we have an idea that you know something about that"

Elias looked out the window, his muddy brown eyes filling with shame.

"You were the one that left the clippings, weren't you?" I said, wondering why he looked so sad "That's why you left the camp early"

"I have a lot to tell you" he said, fishing his wallet out of his pocket to pay his bill "We best be on our way to the camp"

"Start from the beginning" Peyton said, folding his arms across his chest "Like, perhaps, your last name"

"I am Elias Voorhees" Elias said, putting the right amount of cash down on top of the bill "My last name has been part of the Camp Blood stories"

"Were you related to Pamela Voorhees?" I asked, as we stood up and walked out of the diner "And Jason?"

"Yes, m'aam" Elias said, nodding sadly "Pamela was my wife…Jason was my son"

He led us to a black 1990 Ford F150 Pickup truck and helped us in before getting in himself.

"Jason was born in 1947" Elias began as he started the engine "He was our first born child. Diana was born in 1950, but I immediately put her up for adoption, telling Pamela she was stillborn."

"Why would you do such a thing?" I demanded, shivering "Why would you keep Diana from your wife?"

"Jason was born with a rare mental retardation" Elias said, tears forming in his eyes "Back in that time, it wasn't considered normal, in fact, a lot of people thought Jason was a monster. I put Diana up for adoption so she would have a better life than what we could provide for her."

"Oh" I said quietly, wiping my own tears away with the back of my hand "I'm sorry"

"Pamela loved Jason more than anything else in the world" Elias continued, tears streaming down his cheeks as we traveled down the road "She fussed over him constantly and did everything to ensure he had a happy life. In the summer of 1957, we sent Jason to Camp Crystal Lake to enjoy a summer with the rest of the kids. Pamela had a hard time letting him go, but she wanted him to have fun. Only two days after he started at camp, we got a call from George Christie, the owner, telling us that our son had drowned."

"Oh Jesus" Peyton whispered, squeezing my hand "That must have been hell!"

"It was" Elias nodded "Pamela went into a downward spiral. We tried taking the responsible counselors to court but lost when it was ruled an accidental death…I guess you can fill in what happened after that"

"Elias" I said sadly "One of us has been murdered and the other three are missing, presumed dead. Is it possible that Jason is behind it?"

"There's no doubt in my heart" Elias said, heartbroken "I need to see Jason for myself. I am a very old man now…I will not be able to die in peace until this is all settled"

"I hear you" Peyton said, squeezing my hand again "You need to lay some demons to rest"…