Nurse's office
10:15 P.M.
Tommy had finished patching up Chad's wounds, meaning he was pretty much good to go. "Okay, you two can get out to the boat and get out of here."
"I'm not leaving A.J. or Adam!" Tiffany insisted.
"What? Why not?" Chad butted in.
"Because they're our friends and we need them!"
"Really?"
"Yes, really." Tiffany gave him a death stare.
"No, no…Chad, take the boat. Me and Tiffany will stay here," Tommy told him.
"Cool, later," Chad replied.
Tommy picked up the spare gas can and practically pulled Tiffany out of the office. "Come on! We gotta get to the lodge!"
A.J. had managed to lose Jason by hiding behind some shrubbery behind the road. She looked back and saw an odd-looking shack, odd as in being constructed out of foraged materials. Nothing was consistent about it. What…no…it couldn't be…could it? She was looking at Jason's Shack, his home. She read about this in an old paper some time ago. Yeah, she remembered. Ginny Field, one of Jason's surviving victims, entered his shack and…if she was correct…
A.J. decided to do it. She was going to enter the shack and take his mom's sweater. Ginny field used psychology against Jason to trick him into thinking she was his mom. Maybe A.J. could do the same. She entered the shack, and inside was a small room with a toilet and a bunch of assorted materials. She saw an entrance into another room. Slowly, she walked into the room and was startled by what she saw. Jason's mom…or at least what was left of her. Nothing was left but a skull on the table and a dirty, old, barely clinging to life sweater. A.J. knew what she had to do. She picked up the raggedy old sweater and grimaced at the smell. She carried it with her, not wanting to put it on until she absolutely had to.
Tommy and Tiffany entered the lodge. The smell of corpses lingered around. Tommy turned on his flashlight, immediately catching sight of some kind of sick and twisted art project. A young woman, no older than 19, was pinned to the wall with a butcher knife, her head slice in half. Another woman, same age, clad in a bloody sweater, looked as if all of her bones were broken. She was hung up on a hanging chandelier. Her blood dripped onto Tommy's face. "Jesus Christ…"
…Ki Ki Ki...Ma Ma Ma…
Tiffany started sobbing uncontrollably. "He…he killed them all…" she dropped to her knees.
Tommy held her close, trying to comfort her. "Tiffany, come on, we have to keep moving or we'll end up like them."
"Like them?" Tiffany snapped at him. "These people were my friends! They're all dead because of some maniac and-and you're treating them like they're just objects! I bet you don't even know how it feels to lose someone close to yo- "She paused, realizing what she just said.
Tommy remembered the day his whole life changed. July 16th, 1984. The day Jason killed his mom, the day he killed Jason. After that, he was put in an institution for most of his life. "Actually…I do…" Tommy's voice broke.
"Oh…Tommy I'm so sorry…" Tiffany said, now comforting him.
"No, it's alright. Come on, we gotta get going."
They entered the den. It was worse in here. Brandon's body was strung up near the back door, the very same door Jason had broken through. Stephanie's head was placed on the coffee table, candles lit around it, mimicking his mother's shrine. Heather's body was dismembered, her body was nailed through the head to the wall, her arms and legs nailed beside it. Tommy didn't pay attention it all. He knew what Jason was doing. He was trying to strike fear into them. Tommy wouldn't fall for it. He took the spare gasoline can and started pouring it around the lodge.
"What the hell are you doing?" Tiffany asked him.
"Fire, it's a ring of fire, if Jason gets in here when we let it up he won't be able to get out,"
"Are you sure? It sounds like he'd just be able to walk out of the ring…"
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing. Come on, we gotta get back the the nurse's office."
10:26 P.M.
Chad started up the boat. He was going to get out of there. He didn't care about Tiffany or any of the others. He was the only one that mattered. His plan was to get out in the boat, get to town, and get to the hospital. He started going for the exit. Huh, this was really easy. Almost too easy. Nah, Jason was literally made out of fire. There was no way he could stop this boat. Even then, Jason didn't know how to swim. It was a win-win, right? Suddenly he was pulled into the lake by a hand-cuffed hand, the same hand that put a slit in his chest. Chad tried jumping back onto the boat, running completely off of fear. The hand was grabbing at his leg, trying to pull him back under. Chad managed to start the propeller of the boat, making it smack against Jason's mask. Jason managed to flip the entire boat over, meaning Chad had nowhere to go now. Jason pulled Chad back under, trying to choke him out. Jason took a glimpse at the moving propeller, knowing what to do next. Jason slowly brought Chad towards the spinning blade. Chad gave one more look of terror before his brain was completely obliterated by the propeller.
…Ki Ki Ki Ki…Ma Ma Ma…
A.J. entered the lodge, pushing pass Brandon's strung up corpse and walking into the den. All of her friends were there. The downside? They were dead. A.J. felt a trickle of sadness, but she pushed on. She had to survive, for them. Putting down the sweater at the kitchen door, she searched the lodge for supplies. She found nothing but a measly anti-septic spray and some fire crackers. She was just about to go into the kitchen but she noticed something. The door was locked. "Hello?" she called.
"Go away!" A child's voice called out.
"William? What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Hiding, I'm gonna get a video of Jason when he comes here!"
"William, get the hell out of there! He'll kill you!" William wouldn't budge. as she said that, that damned smell returned. Jason had entered in through the front door, slowly walking into the den. A.J. turned around and raised her machete on instinct, Jason unsheathed his. A.J. delivered the first blow to his chest, then slammed the blade into his weapon wielding arm. A.J. ran up the stairs next, Jason recovering from the recent blow to his forearm. She didn't have much options left. There was a window to her left. She was going to have to jump. Jason slowly went up the stairs, machete raised upwards. They met each other's gaze once more, this time it was much shorter as Jason wasn't going to play around with her. A.J. ran to her left, ready to crash through the window. Jason threw his hatchet in her direction, A.J. barely dodging it by jumping through the closed window. A.J. fell onto the hard, muddy ground. She had dislocated her shoulder. Jason was coming, she knew it. Jason rushed down the stairs, drawing out his machete again. A.J. entered back into the lodge using the back door, having to push past Brandon again. She was in the den once again. Jason walked back into the den from the front entrance, meeting A.J. once again. She was defenseless now. Her shoulder was dislocated, she had cuts on her body from the glass she had shattered through. Jason had her right where he wanted her. He closed in on her, ready to end her.