Chapter 4

Back at the Voorhees home the rain pounded heavily agaist the remaining windows and soaked into the ground. The sky flashed and thunder rumbled in the distance. The ground shifted slightly with the movement of something beneath it. Slowly a hand rose from the mud followed by an arm and then a head. The figure twisted and writhed itself free and stood staring into the woods with a blank expression. His breathing came in ragged raspy breaths through the mask upon his face. The only thought in his mind was one of death and carnage. They all would pay for what happened to his mother. Jason walked into the woods towards the camp looking for his first victim. Meanwhile at the camp Amanda stood looking out the window. As the lightning flashed she caught a glimpse of a figure in the woods. The sky flashed again and she could see what appeared to be a mask covering their face.

Amanda gasped,"Oh no...!" Suddenly consumed by fear, she ran to find her new friends. "Buffy, Faith... he's here!"

"What? Who is?" Faith asked.
"Jason is here," Amanda said. She began clinging her hands together, nervously. "He came back -- I told you he would."

Someone from across the room let out a mocking giggle. Miranda stepped up to Amanda and looked her dead in the eye. "Looks like Mad Mandy's at it again." The rest of the counselors gathered closely with curiosity.

Amanda, not afraid of this petty girl, looked back at her with a confident demeanor. "Don't call me that."

Miranda said, with a cheap wit, "What are you going to do, sick Jason on me?" Everyone snickered.

"I know what I saw. Jason has come back. And when he starts picking you off one by one don't come begging me for help." She turned, still confident in her riteousness, and walked off mumbling under her breath with a bit of frustration, "Damn fools."

Jason moved about the camp, concealed by the shadows, observing in silence. He seemed particularly interested in Amanda and her three friends. He proceded towards the tool shed and removed a rusty hatchet from the rack. This weapon, he thought, would suit him well for his vengeful bloodlust.

The rain halted and rays of sunshine streamed through the parting clouds. The teenagers, overcome by happiness to see the rain and darkness ascend, came outside to play, yet, unaware of the threat that now lurked in the shadows. Most of them sat on the shore of the lake while the rest swam. Amanda was in her room trying desperately to come up with a way to stop Jason from going on another killing spree. Her mind drew nothing but blanks.

"Sigh... Goddamnit. Think!," she shouted in frustration.

"What's wrong?" Faith asked as she entered the room.

"I've got to find a way to get us out of here alive and my... MIND is a mess! We need a way of protecting ourselves."

Faith opened the closet and pulled out the trunk.

Amanda looked at her skeptically. "I don't believe your sex toys are going to help us."

"No," Faith said confidently as she lifted the lid open and pulled out various weapons, "but these will."

"Holy Menon that's quite an arsenal!"

"Number one rule of being a Slayer: always be prepared."

Amanda took a small sword in her good hand and twirled it around in the air. "You had better hope this will be sufficient. It took a rocket launcher to stop Jason last time."