This is the chapter a lot of you are most likely waiting for. I hope I have delivered this to your satisfaction :)

Jason spent his hunting excursion at the most distant end of the lake. He didn't care to be this far from where Dawn was waiting near his lair. However, because of the setting's depths, more potential prey would pass through. The plan was to collect enough food so he wouldn't have to leave the girl any more than he had to. Right now, Jason obtained the main course for the picnic using another trusty weapon: his bow and arrow. He only needed one of his accurate shots to end the life of the deer as swiftly as possible.

Jason found a place in seclusion to slice away the skin and prepare the meat. No way could he allow this process to cross the eyes of a blameless child. He hefted the carcass with ease over a branch and slid his machete out of its sheath. He sawed as only the master of weaponry could.

The opposing feelings over Dawn's surprise had not ceased. His grip tensed on the machete handle. He cut faster, faster, and it left the fleshly lines uneven. The machete flashed, blood of the deer spraying on his mask and shoulders. Some of the deer's viscera dropped in slivers to the ground.

Another animal appeared on the scene. It had eluded Jason's attention at first. A flurry of white that snatched up a piece of meat. Jason halted his machete in mid-air and turned his head. It was just Princess, nibbling on the stolen scrap. She whipped from side to side as her growing teeth did battle to pierce the food's roughness.

He sauntered closer to the kitten and waited in anticipation. Dawn shouldn't be that far behind. A couple of minutes came and went. There was no sign of her. Had she lost track of the kitten? He wasn't going to chance it no matter what the reason. He sheathed his machete and headed out to check on her.

Jason studied tentatively all around him. Something wasn't right. There was no time to walk the long way around the lake. He trudged to the bank and farther down until he was swallowed by the water. He burst forth on the opposite shore, and, in a matter of seconds, to the front porch of their home.

He had surmised that she would be waiting for him around here. The front porch and surrounding area were empty. Jason nearly ripped off the door and searched the whole abode. No room was spared his desperate rage. He flipped over tables, tossed aside the bed, and hurled random objects where they crashed against walls and through the windows.

None of it revealed his treasure. For one moment, he considered the tunnels, then threw that idea aside like he had done with all the furniture. If she had been down there, she would have screamed or been heard scampering away in fear.

The door literally exploded as he went through it. Jason had set his sights on the other cabins. He would destroy the entire camp if it meant him finding her in the end.

"There's nothing else you can do, so you may as well try to enjoy it."

Jory reached the waist line of her underwear and savored the moment to take it off.

Dawn's pleas of defeat echoed in her head.

Just get it over with!

The child had dissipating hope that he would pet her (As she called it) some more and then leave her alone. He had started to inch down her panties, until the earth shook beneath them. Jory fell backwards and smacked his head on the floorboards. They were in the core of an earthquake it seemed. He struggled to sit up.

"What is that?! A damn bulldozer?!"

He took his attention off Dawn for the time being, much to her gratitude. The disturbance from the force shook the tiny pools of blood on the child's back. Jory finally got to his feet and staggered toward the window. The giant size. The weathered hockey mask. The machete in its sheath, primed to shed more blood. All put together to create the malevolent figure approaching the cabin.

Jason Voorhees is real. That's just great. Before, Jory hadn't taken one side or the other. But now... The monster's existence was official. Making itself known when Jory was in the midst of his dream. Of course.

He snapped a peek at Dawn, jolting on the bed in rhythm to Jason's footsteps. There was a window on the opposite side that was perfect for an escape. Jory went over and placed his hands on the sill. There was no time to decide if he should take the girl with him. Screw this. She may have been the most beautiful, but not worth clashing with the Jason Voorhees.

Sorry, kid. At least he will end your misery.

Jory shuffled his body through the window. His heart hardened to Dawn's cries. He stopped within a border of trees where the cabin was barely in sight. A good distance for him. He would increase the space between him and the threat if necessary.

All was quiet. There was nothing proving the monster was ripping her apart. No matter. Maybe she had died quickly. He slipped farther from the cabin and searched extensively for a main road. His cell phone had to get reception there. Once he got home, he would tell his parents to make sure this whole forest was destroyed. Not just to save this hapless town, but because it had offended him. There was no excuse for that. Jory Garfield expected everything to know who he was.

He backed away, stopping after only a few steps.

Yeah. Back right into the killer.

He jerked his gaze in every possible direction. Nothing. Just the dancing breeze and a squirrel scampering up a tree. He paid no attention to where he was going as long as he kept himself farther away from his last sighting of the madman.

A sign materialized, inscribed with the cursed words: Camp Crystal Lake. Jason Voorhees stood beneath the sign. Jory expected him to rush over and eviscerate him with that machete. That was not Evil's plan. Jory had invoked a different kind of rage in Jason. So calm, so insidious, the devil's eyes. Any undertone was cryptic.

No standoff for Jory. He crept past Jason at a distance. He was prepared to bolt at the first movement of the killer. Just the stone hard stillness. What was this? No matter; take advantage of it. Jory pressed onwards to the trail winding around the few buildings left. Once the monstrosity faded from sight, so did his footsteps speed up.

Keep going. Just run until the woods are far behind you.

Jory did have common sense despite his twisted hobbies. But, like all in the fear of impending death, he didn't possess that sense all the time. He found an ample size shed and dashed inside, the door creaking and slamming behind him. He couldn't have said whether Jason had heard that. He turned, eyes widening into wonder.

This was a tool shed. Many clean sliced or jagged sharp implements lay in wait for their next use. If serial killers had a paradise, this would be it. Lucky Jory had stopped by here first. Though he was positive the monster out in the dark had used many a deadly tool on past victims.

Not so lucky then. Jason knew where this shed was. He would pay a visit very soon. Time for Jory to do what he did best in resolving a problem. He tiptoed to the door, opening it a slight crack. The sinister giant of Jason was nowhere to be seen. But he had to be out there. Jory was mildly irritated by this cat and mouse game.

Before stepping out, he rummaged through his wallet. He always had cash handy: like $1,000 on average. That should be more than enough to appease this Voorhees man of the woods. Jory stooped down and placed the money in the middle of the open space. He ran back inside just as the bills settled on the ground.

"There. You can have that. Consider it a bargain of peace. Will you leave me alone now?"

He checked the door was secure, then waited as more minutes ticked by. He was startled by thunderous footsteps which stopped somewhere close to the shed. Jory felt he should be relieved. He sucked in a deep breath. Then he sputtered it out hearing the characteristic swing of Jason's machete. This sound sliced through the night a few more times. Jory listened to Jason stomping away. He hoped he had anyway.

The young man opened the door about halfway. His gasp made his chest feel tight. It was horror to him seeing shreds of his money scattered about the area. The machete swings... That was indicative of Jason destroying the cash into worthlessness.

"You asshole!"

He envisioned Jason having looked at as if it was a foreign object. And monetary value meant nothing to him and never would. However, that didn't dissuade Jory from being pissed off. His money, his beautiful safety net had failed. It was on now.

Jory took a quick note of what tools were on the shelves. There were 3 rows of them.

What, no bazooka?

He quietly meandered down each of the aisles, keeping in mind to look over at the door every now and then. Jory rustled his thick hair, as if that would stop the fury down near his groin. Is that why this Jason was savoring the time to kill him? Did he like that girl? She couldn't have been the murderer's daughter.

Something cut short his emerging snicker. The low motor of what had to be one of these tools.

Jory spun around like a slow motion circle to not miss any clues. Yet there was still nothing. Jory didn't know the behemoth was in a higher place. The revving drew to a halt. Jason dropped himself from the rafter directly behind Jory. He had stalked the man there with his good eye, extraordinarily patient and relishing everything that led to the kill.

Jory saw the maniac holding the chain saw. Not hard to miss. He catapulted from the danger with a burst of speed. He stopped at the far wall. No other doors in the shed, and no way could he take the risk of going past Jason to the front door. The giant walked after Jory, brandishing the power tool like it was a part of him.

If there was no other door, Jory had to make one. He spotted the sledgehammer and bashed it against the wood. In no time, he was able to slip through the newly made exit. Now, where to go from here? He wasn't sure. But if he kept going in a straight line, he had to find something. There had to be more than woods, abandoned cabins, and the rancid smell of human death.

Jory heard the chain saw's motor for awhile before it quieted again. It didn't mean Jason wasn't still after him. Voices came into play instead. The voices of children, sweet as normal, yet also formidable. All synthesized as a chorus for Jory as he ran from Jason.

The farther he sprinted, the more the symphony of the children grew in intensity. Facial images of the children chanting blended into his mind. The ones he had victimized, leaving his mark on them that nobody could take away. Sarafina, dozens of other little girls, and the strongest of all, Dawn Peterson.

Justice...Justice... Justice...

The man lost all track of his direction. A throbbing pain shot through his legs and overcame the voices for now. He had run into something that jarred his motion and sent him reeling to the ground. Jory gritted his teeth, telling himself to deal with it and get up. He adjusted his eyes to look at this obstacle. It was a gravestone. And not too far beyond was a road.

Escape was within Jory's grasp if he could take his glance from the lettering.

Pamela Voorhees. 1930-1979

Jason had reached his target, and he yanked the chain saw's cord. Jory had no opportunity to flee this time. Vengeance carved his abdomen and started to sever Jory's entrails into ribbons. Jory reached out feebly to somehow knock the saw away, but only had his fingers cut off in the process. The stubs flew through the air accompanied by the scarlet geyser. Bits of human tissue clung to the nearby branches. Jason ran the chainsaw upon Jory's other hand. It wasn't because there had to be symmetry. He just wanted to. Those fingers lost dropped next to a loose kidney.

What took place next was a strange action from Jason. Or it wouldn't be so strange if people knew him well. Jason dropped the chainsaw while the motor still ran. Jory pressed a hand against his hacked torso in vain. Blood welled up to the degree that Jory couldn't even scream. Oh there was pain. His last breaths would show him the true meaning of the word.

The murderous giant grabbed Jory by his polo shirt and whipped him away from the stone. Jason did not want any more of Jory's sinful blood touching his mother's precious grave.

He walked back to the chain saw to finish the job. Jory was choking out some syllables little by little. Who knew if he was repenting or stubbornly cursing more. He commenced to crawl with one barely usable hand. Jason went over to him in no more than two steps. Out of the corner of Jory's dying eye sight, Jason Voorhees seemed to reach to the heavens, like he had been sent here as the vengeful angel.

He plunged the chainsaw into Jory's chest and lifted him. The rushing blades incinerated his heart or what was supposed to be a functioning heart. Its pulsing muscle littered the ground as Jason kept on going. He didn't take note that Jory was already dead. He sliced the chain saw up through his head, his brain cut in half like a cantaloupe. He turned off the device when all had fallen into their places of rest. There was nothing recognizable left of the child abuser. Good.

Jory Garfield had led quite the luxurious life where everybody was in line to be his friend. Sure, a good deal of that was due to the money, but at least Jory had been admired and loved. If only his fans could see him now.

I know a lot of fans, myself included, have wanted to see Jason use a chainsaw. I figured in this story Jason may as well wield one on the most deserving character.

I'm not sure yet exactly how the story will continue from here. There is a feeling I have that this will be the last major death of this volume.

As you all may already know, there will be a second volume so there won't be a huge number of chapters for just one part. The second volume will be a separate "story" on here, even though it's part of the same plot as this one.