Author's Note: I am sorry I had to take a hiatus on this story but I haven't heard from my partner, Teenaged Angst, in a long while so I've had to write this without them and will continue to do so. I do hope you like the ending to this chapter and PLEASE, tell me what you think. I love reading everyone's opinions. They give me such inspiration to try new things and I've got plenty stored in my big cranium of mine. (It's big because it's stuffed with so many ideas! Heh! Heh!)

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Chapter Nine

Elsewhere, back at the bar, the place was brimming with people dancing and swaying with their friends or their partners to the funky music, played by a tribute band that consisted of two electric guitarist, a bassist, and a drummer. A waitress had to try her best to not knock into them as she collected the empty beer bottles from a few of the tables that surround the dance-floor. From where Ginny, Paul and Ted were sitting, they can easily see Chantelle fraternizing with a couple of boys on the dance-floor, all trying their best to win her affection.

As the waitress returned to the bar with the empty bottles Ted, who was clearly drunk up to this point, used the two empty bottles that he'd drunken earlier as binoculars, ogling at the waitress with them, "I think I'm in love," he manages to utter, the tone of his voice making it evident that he was drunk, "No, no, it's just tremendous affection."

All Ginny and Paul could do was laugh at his wild antics as the waitress stopped what she was doing and asked politely, "You sure you don't want me to clear those?"

"Nah, I'm collecting these," he replied, waving his hand over them to say "These are mine".

"Have it your way, honey. I just don't want the bar to fall down on you." And like that, she disappeared out from behind the bar to collect the other empty glasses and bottles that were standing around.

Paul, calming down after laughing so much, inched closer to Ted and mutters, "I think she likes you."

"I think so too," he laughed, taking a swig from one of the bottles but, thanks to the lubrication of alcohol that had dulled his mind to a stupor, quickly realized that it was empty.

"This whole thing's ridiculous, really. Two of our kids got hauled in today, because four years ago some girl panics and falls out of a canoe. It's absurd."

Listening in but having no desire now to take anymore swigs of her bottled drink, Ginny asked seemingly out of nowhere, "What if there is a Jason?"

This got the full attention of her boyfriend, who immediately interjected with a hard, "Oh, that's bullshit, Ginny."

"No, what if there is some kind of boy-beast running around Camp Crystal Lake?" She counteracted, putting her knowledge of child psychology to work, "Let's try to think beyond the legend. Put it in real terms. I mean, what would he be like today? Some kind of out-of-control psychopath? A frightened retard? A child trapped in a man's body?"

It was at this moment of seriousness that Ted pulled a funny, pulling at his shirt and squeaking, "Let me out! Let me out!" as though something was trying to escape from within.

Ginny huffed, annoyed at the fact that they weren't taking her seriously before asking them, "He'd be grown by now, right?"

"Right." Paul answered, seeing as Ted was too focused on the empty bottles he was collecting to really truly listen to her explanation.

"And, you know, the only person that ever knew him was his mother. He never went to school, so he never had any friends. She was everything to him."

The boys stop to think about what she was saying before Paul replied in a voice that told her that he too was now under the influence of drinking too much alcohol, "Yeah. Deranged killer." The two then burst out laughing, thinking it to be just some ordinary joke.

"No, no, no. You're missing my whole point," she countered with the shake of her head, "I mean, I doubt Jason would have even known the meaning of death. Or at least until that horrible night. He must have seen the whole thing happen. He must have seen his mother killed, and all just because she loved him. Isn't that what her revenge was all about? Her sense of loss, her rage at what she thought happened, her love for him?" There was a moment of silence, save for the music in the background, before Ginny uttered softly, "Bizarre, isn't it?"

The boys were silent, just looking at each other, Ted smiling a little.

"He must be out there right now, crying for her return, her resurrection. Well, what do you think?" She asked them, wanting to hear their opinion on the whole Jason situation.

"I think you're drunk, babe," answered Paul, leaning himself against the bar as Ginny huffed again at the frustration that they'd probably haven't been listening to every word she'd said.

"I'll drink to that," cheered Ted, "Hit us again, sweetheart," he asked the waitress, who'd just come back from clearing the bar of any empty glasses and bottles that she could find.

"Not me," Ginny huffed, hands covering her face, wondering why the hell she brought the subject up if they were just going to throw it back in her face. After combing her hair away from her face with a hand, Ginny turned her head to face Paul, "You know, Paul, I'm really serious about this though."

Paul was in serious mode now, the drunkenness nowhere to be seen on his features, "Jason's a legend, Ginny, a legend." And that was all he had to say on the matter, picking up the bottle in front of him and taking a satisfying swig from it, Ginny having leant back on her stool, sighing to herself.


Back at the training centre, the mysterious prowler was looking through one of the downstairs window, eyeing Mark playing on one of his electronic games before it was taken away from him from Vicki, who had returned from the kitchen with a glass of water in her hand.

"Your turn," Vicki uttered, passing the game back to Mark, "Three goals or you're gonna lose."

Mark smirked at her enthusiasm, eyes on the game as it started, "Yeah, I've heard that one before," he replied but his voice didn't sound all that interested in the game.

Taking in his features Vicki takes a sip of her water before asking softly, "I don't mean to pry or anything and if you feel uncomfortable about what I'm about to ask, you don't have to answer."

"Okay. Ask away," Mark replied, sounding a little confused at what she might be getting at.

"What happened that you caused you to be in that wheelchair?"

Not turning his head to face her but instead concentrated on the game, Mark answered plain and simple, "Motorcycle accident, paralysed my legs."

"Is it permanent?" She urged on, a hand on his arm for comfort, squeezing it a little for extra reassurance.

"The doctors think so. I don't. I don't intend to be in this thing for the rest of my life." His lips widen into a smirk, his sheer determination in his belief that he'd walk again was what most people admired him for.

Vicki couldn't help herself. She had to smirk as well at the next question she was going to ask, "Just your legs, huh? Is everything else okay?"

As if by telepathic thought, Mark got the gist of what she was getting at and smirked, "Oh, I do all right, one way or another." At this moment in time, he'd stopped playing the game and was now focusing on Vicki, who was staring right back at him.


Upstairs, Jeff was lounging on the bed, his head lying comfortably on the soft pillow, playing his harmonica as he waited for Sandra to come to bed. After so long though, she climbed onto the bed, lifted his muscle shirt up to kiss his toned abs before gripping it by the hem and pulling it off. Jeff laughed at her surprising energy before leaning up and capturing her lips with his own. Putting his harmonica on the bedside table, he smiled down at Sandra, who was busy kissing every naked spot on his chest and then decided to indulge in another zealous kiss right afterward. Breaking away just as fast Sandra pulled out the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing the discarded piece of clothing in Jeff's face, who couldn't help but laugh infectiously.


Back downstairs, Mark was staring up at the ceiling, a handful of images playing through his mind at what they might be doing before Vicki's voice interrupted, which he didn't mind at all.

"So, this game we're playing, what does the winner get?" Her voice sounded soft, softer than it was just a few minutes ago. Mark thought it was music to his ears.

"What does the winner what?" He asked, watching as Vicki sat up straighter in her chair, to become level with him before replying softly again, "Guess."

Before he could start guessing though, Vicki rested a hand on one side of his neck and pulled him into a gentle kiss. Mark copied her movement shortly afterward, pulling her closer to him to make it more passionate, more needy. It left them breathless when they eventually pulled away.

Still with her hand on his neck, Vicki looked into his eyes, a nice grin on her face, "Want to stay together tonight?" Their faces were still mere inches away from each other and Mark could feel her sweet, warm breath against his, his own against hers.

He smirks, laughing mentally at the sheer fact that he was thinking the exact same thing, "Funny you should ask because I was just moments away from asking you the same thing."

Vicki chuckled at this, "Oh yeah? My cabin or yours?"

Mark thought for a moment, was about to say his when he remembered something, "Oh, Ted's in mine. I don't think that would work out."

Vicki shook her head at that notion, her luscious red lips still holding that cheeky grin in place, "No matter, we've got the whole camp to ourselves. We'll find our own cabin. Just give me a few minutes to get some things, okay?" Vicki at the time was idly caressing Mark's chin with her thumb, giving his skin underneath goose-bumps.

"Sure." He answered simply, his eyes not leaving hers.

"Okay, be right back." Leaning forward to give Mark a quick, chaste kiss, Vicki climbed out of her chair and hurried out the front door, just as a stroke of lightning lit the night sky in a bright, white light.


Arriving at her cabin shortly after leaving the house, Vicki pushed through the storm door and reached up to flick on the lights. Nothing. She looked up at the light on the ceiling, flicking the light switch up and down a few times before stopping.

"Oh, damn it," she cursed to herself as she moved forward to try one of the bedside lamps. Still nothing. Frustrated, she looked around the room to see if anything was amiss, unless it was the storm that caused it, when she immediately saw the answer to her problem.

"Oh Terri, you're unbelievable." She found that the bedside lamp's plug was out of its socket, leaning down to grab and plug it back in.

Turning around Vicki saw her bag on the floor with all the contents scattered around it. Kneeling down to collect her things, she placed them back in one-by-one, muttering, "What the hell now?" to herself before supporting it against the wall beside her bed, not even thinking to check to see if everything was in there.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt Vickie pulled it over her head and threw it onto her bed, turning to face the curtains, she opened them up and picked out her clothes bag and literally threw it on the bed. Next pulling down her trousers, she threw them onto the bed, before opening the bag, now in only her bra and panties.

Searching through her bag Vicki wanted to find something sexy to wear for Mark. Something that would make his jaw literally drop to the floor. At that moment she found them. Silky white panties with a black love-heart sewn onto the groin which matched her silky bra. Perfect for what she and Mark had in store.

Quickly taking off her plain underwear Vickie got to work in slipping on her new ones, loving the feel as they ride slowly up her legs. Feeling more to her like fingertips. Next she slipped on the bra, clipping it behind her back before reaching out to grab the trousers she just took off.

Then she heard something. Something that sounded like a sudden shuffle. Something that sounded like it was coming from right under her very bed! Without even time to dodge the attack or even run for the door, two enlarged hands reached out from the shadows and gripped Vicki tightly round the ankles.

"AARRGGHH!" She screamed, as the arms pulled hard, causing her to fall hard onto her back, the wind knocked right out of her. She didn't have time to get her breath back because she was trying to kick and scream and do whatever she could to escape whoever was trying to pull her under the bed but couldn't. They were too strong, their hold on her ankles tight as a python's grip.

All Vicki could remember before succumbing to eternal darkness was seeing white on top of her. The screaming soon stopped and in its place, sounds of something sharp repeating slicing and dicing her soft, perfect skin. A few seconds later blood started to trail from under each side of the bed, the sound of a trapdoor clicking shut could be heard before silence overcame again...