-June 16th, 2019-
A few months after the talk with Cathy, came one of the most stressful experiences of my life. As if I wasn't stressed enough, I had decided to start college again after previously dropping out in order to get some kind of PHD. While I was there, I did make a new friend who understood what I was going through.
His name was Paul Conjay. Admittedly, Paul did remind me of a combination between Eric and Brandon, as Paul was indeed black like Brandon and large in the gut like Eric. Honestly, I think he was the only person who never, ever, asked me about Crystal Lake, and his friends tended to get under my skin about it. Sure, we weren't as close as I was with Adam, but it worked out for a while.
Then the trip to Canada came.
Basically, one day, we were given an offer by the professors to take a week-long trip to Canada to have a good time. Paul was going, and not wanting to be myself in my room all day, I decided to go along. On June 12th, we arrived and originally, things were alright. I shared a room with Paul, we had some great food, everything was fine.
Until the sixteenth, where we were heading to a sporting game. Originally, I went in order to see if I could find out why Brandon enjoyed sports so much, since I actually never had any interest. However, my heart sank when I found out what the sport today was.
Hockey.
-PRESENT DAY-
It wasn't difficult to find Marco, as the wheelchair that constantly rolled along the ground made it easy for me to find him. When I got to him, I noticed he was sitting at the dinner table, eating a bag of chips.
"Marco?" I asked, to which Marco gave me a half-hearted wave. Clearly, something was very wrong.
"Marco, talk to me, what's wrong?" Marco sighed. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, you didn't know that Marion's dad provided funding." I shook my head. "No, Marco, I should be sorry, I should've have suggested that you only cared about the funding." Marco lifted his head and gave me an odd look. "I don't exactly care about money, as long as I can help others, I'll be able to live with myself."
I noticed a glint of sadness in his eyes, and I decided to pop the question.
"Marco, what happened that day?" Marco's face contorted into surprise. "Why do you want to know?" Marco asked. "What even caused you to want to know?"
"What you said, about the therapists, it seemed like what you said was personal." Marco shook his head. "Look, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"It's not that it's…" Marco sighed. "It's still tough for me to accept."
"What is?" I asked, and Marco gestured at his legs. "This." Marco responded and proceeded to put the bag of chips on a counter. "I thought you were used to it?" Marco shook his head again. "I'm used to people asking why I'm in a wheelchair, not being in a wheelchair." Marco then reached into a small compartment in the side of his wheelchair and took out a picture.
"The day this happened, I was driving with my brother Garth, and I'm going to be honest, I really looked up to him." Marco said with a far away look in his eyes. "He was sporty, popular, smart, basically, a jack of all trades." Marco's face turned to sorrow. "One night, while we were coming back from a football party, and while we were at a stoplight, some drunk driver crashed into the front of our car."
"Jesus…" I said in sympathy. "I'm sorry Marco." Marco shook his head. "I wasn't wearing a seatbelt, which ironically saved me but…" Marco glanced at his legs. "It caused this, and Garth…" Marco began tearing up. "Garth didn't make it."
Marco glanced at the picture, and his voice began to crack. "It's bad enough that I'm crippled for life, but the fact that Garth died on the same day this happened, it's like a constant reminder that I lived and he died." Marco at this point, had tears dripping from his eyes.
"I went to a therapist about all this, and all the therapist did was put me on medication that didn't do shit!" Marco slammed his fist on the table. "Medication isn't going to bring Garth back, nor is it going to make me walk again, and the guy in jail, that won't do shit either!" Marco yelled. "It just keeps reminding me that my life is basically over!"
"Marco, calm down, it's okay…" Marco glared at me. "You don't get it Kenny!" Marco yelled. "At least you aren't paralyzed for life!" Marco continued. "You didn't lose a brother, or deal with a shitty therapist, or have to live your life knowing that you'll never be able to forget what happened that day!"
My anger slowly began to grow, but reluctantly, I kept my mouth shut. "You don't get to see hockey masks everyday, I see fucking cars everywhere, and people pity me to the extent that I feel like a liability!" Marco was basically screaming at this point. "You can walk away, but I can't, all because of a stupid drunk driver and a god-awful therapist who could give less of a shit if it hit him right in the face!"
"Marco!" I yelled. "You'll recover, but I won't!" Marco yelled again, his red super red. "There's times when I saw you, that I wished I could switch places with you, because at least, the deaths of so many people wouldn't hurt and I'd be able to walk!"
I couldn't contain my anger any longer, so I proceeded to shove him out of his wheelchair. Marco looked up at me in shock as I glared at him. "You have no right to say I had it easy!" I yelled at the terrified Marco. "At least the driver's in jail, while the person who did this had no trial, no jail time, nothing!"
I stepped closer. "You may have been in a car crash, but here's the thing…" I growled. "I was in a massacre, and right now, there's one happening right now, and it's likely that the person wants to kill us all, and basically, this is like I'm reliving the entire massacre all over again!" Marco attempted to back away in fear. "So Marco, here's something to think about…"
I grabbed him by the shirt. "You may have lost a brother, but you've never lost a second family, so I'm going to say that you have no right to say your life is ruined when mine has been ruined for three fucking years!" I let go of his shirt and he began to tear up. As did I.
"Kenny, I'm so sorry!" Marco exclaimed as tears ran down his face. "God dammit, I'm so selfish!" I glared at him. "Marco, shut up…" Marco shook his head. "You're right, I have absolutely no right, and the fact I had to say it to you…"
I knelt next to him and he quickly wrapped his arms around me. "I'm so sorry…" Marco sobbed into my shoulder. "There's days where I think about him, and I want to see him, and at this point…" Marco paused. "If I get a chance to see him again, I'm taking it…" I helped Marco back into his chair. "Sorry about pushing you." Marco shook his head.
"I deserve it, really I do." Marco then looked at the stairs. "Hey, I'm heading to bed, can you just yell to Lyle to make sure the doors are locked?" I nodded and proceeded to call out for him. No response. "Maybe he's still pissed at me." Marco shrugged. "I wouldn't blame him." Marco called out as well and again, no response.
"Jerry?!" I yelled, and no response. Marco and I looked at each other in horror. "Kenny, check upstairs for them, I'll look downstairs." I ran up the stairs, panicking as the lack of responses worried me dearly. I opened the door to Sierra's room, and she wasn't there. I opened Selena's and Daphne's, they were missing. The only ones here were me, Marco, Jenny, Johnny, Marion, Mitch, Shaun, and Francine.
I rushed back down the stairs to see Marco staring in horror at an open window, and immediately, I put the dots together. All I could say was:
"Are you fucking serious…"
-Lyle's POV-
"So, Daphne, ready for your fantasy to be realized?" I said as Daphne grinned seductively. "You know it baby!"
I smiled back. "Babe, you're really nasty, but you're hot as hell." Daphne's grin widened. "I know hun!" Daphne looked around for a moment while I laid down on a blanket I had brought. "Hey Lyle, I think there's someone watching us."
Confused, I sat up and like she said, there was in fact, someone watching us. The person was wearing a blue jumpsuit and a hockey mask with blue marks on it. I proceeded to take out a throwing knife I usually had on me and chuck it at the person, which struck a tree and caused the person to move away.
"Now, where we were?" Daphne grinned and straddled me. "Well, we can do it now or just talk like boring people." I smirked. "Damn right, let's begin."
About ten minutes into our private time, we heard an odd sound, which kind of sounded like whispering. "Lyle, I don't think that guy's gone." I smirked more. "If the creep wants to watch, the creep can watch." Daphne shrugged. "Besides, it's probably Shaun." We continued going, not even noticing the person had returned. I heard another snap, and not paying much attention to it, I decided to ignore it.
As Daphne leaned her head back in pleasure, the person from earlier came from behind and jabbed a large stick right in between Daphne's eyes. "Oh my fucking god!" I screamed as I pushed Daphne's corpse off and backed away from the person, who held my throwing knife in their hand.
"Hey, stop!" I yelled. The person threw the knife and it deeply cut my forehead. I fell to my knees in pain, clutching the deep wound that actually scratched a bit of my skull. I heard the heavy footprints behind me, and I felt the large hands of the person slowly pry their fingers into my wound and begin to pull.
"Stop!" I yelled in a last-ditch effort to survive. It was no use as eventually, the person proceeded to rip my skull in half.
And then head towards Pinehurst.
Well then, we got more of Kenny's backstory that will set up more of the flashback and how he eventually got to Pinehurst, we saw more of Marco and we got to see his backstory, they realized that five are missing, and finally, Daphne and Lyle bit the dust, with Lyle having an extremely brutal death.
Well then, no review again...:(((((((( But I can review from the epilogue from Jason's Revenge! NOTE: I'm ignoring OC submissions unless there's certain sayings about the story!
AnxiousRecord77 chapter 14 . Feb 12
I read your whole story and i think it is really amazing. I really like the personalities you gave each counselor
RESPONSE: Thanks man! I'm glad you enjoyed this so much, and I'm glad you enjoyed the personas! I spent a lot of time on TV Tropes for looking.
Guest chapter 14 . Nov 19, 2017
For sure do option C, unless the characters you get end up being bad. Then I'd recommend creating your own, so we don't have to wait like 8 years for enough new counselors to be released. Still sad about AJ haha
RESPONSE: Heh, well, I did do a combination of option A and B, not because the OCS were bad, but because I have trouble writing other people's OCS, and I'm sorry about A.J..
Sans chapter 8 . Nov 12, 2017
I am kinda annoyed Tiffany died
RESPONSE: Look, the reason Tiffany died is because usually, the flirty girl is the first to go. Ok, a bit of a rant now, but the reason I don't read many F13 fanfics is because usually, the wrong trope lives. Like Tiffany and Chad, even though they're basically characters destined to die.
hockeybluebo5chapter 14 . Nov 7, 2017
This might be kinda late but AWESOME FUCKING STORY! If there to be a main a storymode in the game this should be it
RESPONSE: OMFG YES THAT'D BE AWESOME IF IT WAS THE STORY MODE!
n00b4life chapter 14 . Oct 14, 2017
Would you say that the Golden Chainsaw goes to Chad and the Dull Machete to Tiffany?
RESPONSE: Yes, I forgot to put that.
Reader chapter 14 . Oct 10, 2017
I get he lived because he's your favorite counselor, but let's be real, Kenny would not be able to survive Jason Vorhees lol. If it was typical Friday fashion, Jenny and Tommy would probably be the only survivors. Still, great story and a great take on the franchise :)
RESPONSE: Okay, first off, Kenny isn't my favorite, that'd be Adam. I only chose Kenny because I have an easier time writing males and honestly, Kenny is the type of character where you can make him act however you want. But yeah, Tommy and Jenny would survive, and thanks for the compliment!
DragonessNehamee chapter 14 . Oct 10, 2017
For the sequel i would vote option A however if you are going to use option c oc's then i'll vote that and i will submit 1 or 2 of my own :)
This was a fantastic story that i made sure to keep up to date with, keep up the good work! :D
RESPONSE: THANKS MATE!
Kawaiichespin chapter 14 . Oct 10, 2017
Number c also for me I feel like Brandon will be like a party guy and Adam be mean also i ship chad and jenny Eric and Deborah and Vanessa and Tiffany
RESPONSE: Honestly, I see Brandon as a sort of older brother to the counselors, looking out for people, even the ones he doesn't like. For Adam, I can imagine him being kinda jerkish, but mainly kind. I also imagine him having a dirty mouth :). BTW, I don't ship Jenny and Chad or Vanessa and Tiffany, but I DO ship Eric and Deborah.
Guest chapter 13 . Oct 8, 2017
Good,but I think there should've been more then one mean person. Otherwise, great story!
RESPONSE: Honestly, I think that Chad's enough, and the only person closer to mean is technically Vanessa.
SO STAT ME PAPA SMURF!
ALIVE: Kenny Riedell, Jenny Myers, Marco McBride, Mitch Floyd, Francine Charles, Shaun Fennick, Johnny Myers, Lyle Miller, Daphne Craigson, Benny Hummer
DEAD: Alicia Olivo (Roasting stick rammed down her throat), Victoria Sanders (Shot in jaw with harpoon gun), Edna Grissom (Face burned on stove), Bob Grissom (Eyes gouged out after being stabbed in the hands with two corkscrews), Sierra Losecar (Head crushed with wrench), Randall Blackburne (Stabbed in neck), Jerry Devins (Throat slashed on glass), Selena Duncans (Back broken), Daphne Craigson (Stabbed in the face with a tree branch), Lyle Miller (Head cut open and head tore in half)
ADIOS!