Readers Note: For story sake-I'm putting Camp Crystal Lake in Rhode Island.
I couldn't find where it was actually located but Rhode Island seems like
a fair place, and it works well with the story.
Chapter 1
Jason Voorhees stomped through the woods of Camp Crystal Lake. Despite his huge mass, Jason moved with surprising speed, his large hands pushing branches away as he cleared the area. The storm continued its fury and pelted his hockey mask with hard rain. Jason didn't seem to care in the least. He continued through the woods as if being beckoned by an unquenchable force. His mind throbbed for solace and the only thing to ease his desire, was to kill. Jason had to punish all the evil fornicating youth of the world.
Jason finally cleared the woods and as soon as he stepped out, a bullet took off the top of his head. The large killer lurched from the gunshot but after a moment, continued forward. Three more shots rang out and connected with Jason's skull. He took a couple more steps but suddenly crashed into the mud before him. Blood and green gore oozed from the bullet wounds, and the rain washed it down into the mud.
"Nice shot, Sheriff." stated Deputy Anders, patting Sheriff Dunn on the shoulder.
"Thanks, Anders. I guess it was all that gun practice at the firing range."
Anders nodded.
"I guess so."
Sheriff Dunn slowly approached the dead body and nudged it with his boot. Deputy Anders watched in awe.
"He sure was a stubborn son-of-a-bitch, I'll give him that." said Dunn, with a half-grin.
"Do ya think this is that killer, Jason Voorhees?"
"Are you kidding Anders? Of course it is! No regular man could take four slugs to the head and keep walking."
"I suppose you're right, stated Anders, so what do we do now?"
"We get his body in the squad car and take his sorry ass up to Boston. I reckon he's worth a pretty penny further up north."
"Yes'sir, but are you suggesting we leave Crystal Lake?"
"Yes Anders, that's exactly what I'm suggesting. It's not that long of a trip. Two days tops. We'll be back before Sunday evening. Besides, I don't feel comfortable about having this body in town. The quicker we get him to Boston, the better."
"You're right, Sheriff." replied Anders, rain hitting him in the face.
Sheriff Dunn holstered his gun and then motioned toward the body.
"Come on Anders, help me get him in the backseat."
"Wouldn't you rather put him in the trunk? It would save on the mess." informed Anders.
"Like I didn't think of that?! You know the trunk is full of cases of beer."
Anders snaps his fingers.
"Ah, that's right. Sorry Sheriff."
"Don't be sorry, just help me with this heavy fucker!" shouted Dunn, against the rain.
The two men struggled to lift Jason's body but they managed to get him into the back seat of the squad car. Dunn and Anders were out of breath by the time they finished getting the corpse in the car.
"Damn, he was heavy." puffed Dunn, wiping his brow.
"You said it, Sheriff."
"Alright, call the station and tell them of our situation and have them call my wife. Tell them to tell her, I'll be home in a couple of days." ordered Dunn, opening the driver side door.
"Yes, sir." replied Anders.
Lighting streaked the black sky and thunder echoed behind it.
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The Crystal Lake squad car drove north with the storm not giving them an inch. Jason's body had been put in a body bag and was still in the backseat. Meanwhile, the rain came down harder as Dunn and Anders got closer to Boston. They had reached Massachusetts hours ago but they were making bad time because of the rain.
"God, I wish this storm would let up!" growled Dunn, as the windshield wipers stroked across the windshield.
"I know Sheriff, but I think this storm is only gonna get worse before it gets better." replied Anders.
Thunder shook the squad car as it came over a hill.
"Jesus! This storm is gonna give me a heart attack." shouted Dunn.
"Would you like me to drive, Sheriff?"
"No thanks Anders, I got it."
The squad car continued through Massachusetts and the storm only got worse. The windshield wipers weren't much help for the men to see.
"Dammit, I'm gonna have to pull over. I can't see a thing!" shouted Dunn.
"That's probably a good idea, sir." replied a scared Anders.
Suddenly, there a was moan coming from the back seat. Anders managed to hear a bit of it, despite the thunder.
"Did you hear that Sheriff?"
"Yeah, it's called thunder, Anders."
"No, I mean I thought I heard a moan."
"A moan? What? Like from the dead bastard in the backseat? Don't be silly Anders." laughed Dunn.
Suddenly, a massive hand crashed through the fence block to the backseat, and crushed Dunn's skull. Blood and gore splashed unto the windshield. Anders let out a scream as Dunn's lifeless body hit the steering wheel. The car began to swerve. Anders turned to the backseat and saw a hockey mask with evil red eyes glaring down on him.
"No! It can't be! You're dead!!!"
Jason didn't say a word. He just took Anders by the neck and crushed his throat, causing the man to die instantly. Suddenly, the squad car launched over a hill and fell downward. The car bounced down the hill until it hit a large tree. The crash didn't faze Jason a bit. He quickly broke open the backdoor and got out. Jason then scanned the area and saw a small cropping of lights in the distance. His desire to kill quickly overtook him and he headed toward the lights. As he did, the squad car burst into flames.
Jason headed toward the lights and after a while he realized that the lights formed into a small town. Suddenly, Jason's eyes fell upon a sign that read "Welcome to Capeside, Mass".
To Be Continued....
Chapter 1
Jason Voorhees stomped through the woods of Camp Crystal Lake. Despite his huge mass, Jason moved with surprising speed, his large hands pushing branches away as he cleared the area. The storm continued its fury and pelted his hockey mask with hard rain. Jason didn't seem to care in the least. He continued through the woods as if being beckoned by an unquenchable force. His mind throbbed for solace and the only thing to ease his desire, was to kill. Jason had to punish all the evil fornicating youth of the world.
Jason finally cleared the woods and as soon as he stepped out, a bullet took off the top of his head. The large killer lurched from the gunshot but after a moment, continued forward. Three more shots rang out and connected with Jason's skull. He took a couple more steps but suddenly crashed into the mud before him. Blood and green gore oozed from the bullet wounds, and the rain washed it down into the mud.
"Nice shot, Sheriff." stated Deputy Anders, patting Sheriff Dunn on the shoulder.
"Thanks, Anders. I guess it was all that gun practice at the firing range."
Anders nodded.
"I guess so."
Sheriff Dunn slowly approached the dead body and nudged it with his boot. Deputy Anders watched in awe.
"He sure was a stubborn son-of-a-bitch, I'll give him that." said Dunn, with a half-grin.
"Do ya think this is that killer, Jason Voorhees?"
"Are you kidding Anders? Of course it is! No regular man could take four slugs to the head and keep walking."
"I suppose you're right, stated Anders, so what do we do now?"
"We get his body in the squad car and take his sorry ass up to Boston. I reckon he's worth a pretty penny further up north."
"Yes'sir, but are you suggesting we leave Crystal Lake?"
"Yes Anders, that's exactly what I'm suggesting. It's not that long of a trip. Two days tops. We'll be back before Sunday evening. Besides, I don't feel comfortable about having this body in town. The quicker we get him to Boston, the better."
"You're right, Sheriff." replied Anders, rain hitting him in the face.
Sheriff Dunn holstered his gun and then motioned toward the body.
"Come on Anders, help me get him in the backseat."
"Wouldn't you rather put him in the trunk? It would save on the mess." informed Anders.
"Like I didn't think of that?! You know the trunk is full of cases of beer."
Anders snaps his fingers.
"Ah, that's right. Sorry Sheriff."
"Don't be sorry, just help me with this heavy fucker!" shouted Dunn, against the rain.
The two men struggled to lift Jason's body but they managed to get him into the back seat of the squad car. Dunn and Anders were out of breath by the time they finished getting the corpse in the car.
"Damn, he was heavy." puffed Dunn, wiping his brow.
"You said it, Sheriff."
"Alright, call the station and tell them of our situation and have them call my wife. Tell them to tell her, I'll be home in a couple of days." ordered Dunn, opening the driver side door.
"Yes, sir." replied Anders.
Lighting streaked the black sky and thunder echoed behind it.
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The Crystal Lake squad car drove north with the storm not giving them an inch. Jason's body had been put in a body bag and was still in the backseat. Meanwhile, the rain came down harder as Dunn and Anders got closer to Boston. They had reached Massachusetts hours ago but they were making bad time because of the rain.
"God, I wish this storm would let up!" growled Dunn, as the windshield wipers stroked across the windshield.
"I know Sheriff, but I think this storm is only gonna get worse before it gets better." replied Anders.
Thunder shook the squad car as it came over a hill.
"Jesus! This storm is gonna give me a heart attack." shouted Dunn.
"Would you like me to drive, Sheriff?"
"No thanks Anders, I got it."
The squad car continued through Massachusetts and the storm only got worse. The windshield wipers weren't much help for the men to see.
"Dammit, I'm gonna have to pull over. I can't see a thing!" shouted Dunn.
"That's probably a good idea, sir." replied a scared Anders.
Suddenly, there a was moan coming from the back seat. Anders managed to hear a bit of it, despite the thunder.
"Did you hear that Sheriff?"
"Yeah, it's called thunder, Anders."
"No, I mean I thought I heard a moan."
"A moan? What? Like from the dead bastard in the backseat? Don't be silly Anders." laughed Dunn.
Suddenly, a massive hand crashed through the fence block to the backseat, and crushed Dunn's skull. Blood and gore splashed unto the windshield. Anders let out a scream as Dunn's lifeless body hit the steering wheel. The car began to swerve. Anders turned to the backseat and saw a hockey mask with evil red eyes glaring down on him.
"No! It can't be! You're dead!!!"
Jason didn't say a word. He just took Anders by the neck and crushed his throat, causing the man to die instantly. Suddenly, the squad car launched over a hill and fell downward. The car bounced down the hill until it hit a large tree. The crash didn't faze Jason a bit. He quickly broke open the backdoor and got out. Jason then scanned the area and saw a small cropping of lights in the distance. His desire to kill quickly overtook him and he headed toward the lights. As he did, the squad car burst into flames.
Jason headed toward the lights and after a while he realized that the lights formed into a small town. Suddenly, Jason's eyes fell upon a sign that read "Welcome to Capeside, Mass".
To Be Continued....