Chapter 16

Ashley sat at the vanity table, looking at herself in the mirror. She touched her face gently, looking at it, admiring it. She began to think to herself. "All right, yeah, I have sex a lot, and usually with all the wrong guys… but that doesn't make me a slut, does it? Of course not." She laughed to herself, and continued to admire her near perfect beauty in the mirror.

She brushed the remaining tears away, taking in a deep breath, attempting to try and get herself to relax. She picked up an old brush, and began to slowly brush her hair.

Behind her, something happened that she didn't notice; the door slowly pushed forward, and opened itself. Standing, or moreover, looming in the doorway, the form of Jason Voorhees, who's gaze came upon her, as she sat at the table.

She continued to brush her hair, totally unaware of the danger that was behind her. She put the brush down, and turned around. There was no one behind her. So as she turned back, she looked into the mirror, and let out a scream of terror.

Jason's massive hands grabbed her on either side of her head, as she screamed, as he sent her head straight into the vanity mirror, it smashing upon her face, glass shards falling all around them. He then took off one hand from her head, the other holding her face down on the table, scraping her face into the glass shards, as she screamed in pure pain and agony.

One jagged piece fell right by Jason's hand, which he picked up, brought behind his head, and sent down through the back of her head. He let go, as her body fell backwards, hitting the ground. The glass shard had passed through the front of her head, splitting her face in half.

Jeremy and Jenny rushed to the door, seeing Jason standing there. He shot around, and looked to them. His chest heaved up and down, as though he were breathing. Jeremy grabbed Jenny's hand, and ran for the door where Keith had locked himself in.

He began to thrust his shoulder into the door, trying to get it open, as the mammoth beast came out from the Mother's bedroom. Jenny looked on in horror, and screamed.

"Jeremy please hurry up! He's coming!"
Jeremy slammed his shoulder one more time, the door coming free. He yanked Jenny into the room, slamming the door shut behind them, and turning the lock on. He slowly backed away from the door.

Jenny let out a shrill of terror, as she saw Keith pinned to the wall with the knife and the throwing darts. Jeremy walked over to Jenny, who backed into the wall.

The door began to rattle, as Jason reached it. He began to slam his fist on it, trying to get in. Jeremy took quick action, and ran to Keith's body. He grabbed the knife, and yanked it free. However, what he didn't realize is the knife was the only thing holding up his body; after Jeremy got it out, Keith's body fell forward, knocking Jeremy to the ground, and pinning him there.

He attempted to free himself, trying to push the overweight Keith's corpse of him. "Get off me you fat fucking asshole!" But his attempts were all in vain. The weight was just too much to move.

With one last slam, the entire door fell down, slamming into the ground. Jenny looked up, as Jason looked to her. He quickly walked toward her, grabbing her by the throat, and lifting her into the air. She began to kick him and fight him, but it was useless.

He was much too strong. However, Jeremy had an idea.

"Jenny! His eyes, go for his eyes!"

Jason quickly turned around, his gaze upon Jeremy. As he turned back to Jenny, her thumbs shot into the masks eyeholes, pushing into Jason's eye sockets. He let out a deep, hoarse grunt, a grunt of agony, as black ooze shot out from the wounds Jenny had inflicted. Jason's grip released, and dropped Jenny down to the ground.

"Jenny! Run!" She got up, and ran down the stairs, and to the front door. However, Jason had blocked that passage; Ms. Donaldson's body hung upside down, in the way. She backed away slowly, and ran to the basement stairs, and down into the basement, closing the door behind her, and running to the basement storm doors. She ran to them, and tried to push them open, but she couldn't.

The ax was still in place. She ran to the fruit cellar, and then backed up, seeing the coordinator, Shaniqua, and Dirk's dead bodies. She covered her mouth, trying not to scream. Jason came down the stairs, his heavy steps making it apparently evident of his shortly coming arrival.

She backed up, tripping over Dirk's body. She landed on top of him, and felt something in his pocket. She put her hand inside, and pulled out his pocket knife.

She flipped the blade, and hid in the back fruit cellar, her back against the wall, near the room's entrance. She waited, in silence, as she head the steps get louder and louder, and louder.

Jason slowly came into the room, turning his head the opposite way. Jenny lunged out, stabbing the knife into Jason's neck. He turned to her, side arming her into the wall. He looked down at her. And as he was about to turn around to her, he suddenly flung forward, him falling over a table in that room. Jeremy hit down on the ground, having just given Jason a drop kick into the back.

Jenny stood up, and ran back upstairs, and to the front door. They pulled down Ms. Donaldson's body, and began to try and open the door. But there was no use. Mr. Bennidict stood in front of the door, looking at them.

"What's going on kids," he said to them. He laughed. "Trying to leave so soon!"

"Help us," Jenny screamed in terror, banging the door. "Unlock the door!"

"Sorry," he said, pulling out the key. "The show must go on." He tossed the key out into the desert. Jenny and Jeremy looked to him with stunned faces of horror.

"You son of a bitch!" Jeremy screamed, as they swung around, hearing a cracking noise behind them. There, standing down the small hall, was Jason.

Chapter 17

Jenny grabbed Jeremy's hand as they ran through the living room into the kitchen, but Jason was ever vigilant. He pushed the table back, smashing into the back door. Jenny and Jeremy slowly backed up, as Jason went to the draw, pulling out the big kitchen knife. Jeremy screamed, and ran to attack him.

"No not her!" Jason brought the knife down, stabbing Jeremy in the back. On the pure motion, he pulled the knife out, and flung him through the floor level wooden cabinet doors of the kitchen.

Jenny slowly backed away from Jason. She looked on at him with horrified eyes.

"Please… God… help me…"

Jason began to get closer to her. She began to shake. He lifted up the knife, and sent in a motion to stab her. What he missed was a flashlight left on the floor, which he stepped on, and temporarily lost his balance.

She took this time to dart up the stairs, and into the mothers bedroom. She slammed the door shut. She then ran to the window, and pushed it open. She then looked down at the tremendous fall ahead of her. She slowly began to climb out of the window, lowering herself slowly, to where she was merely dangling from it, her hands holding her up.

Jason then popped up, grabbing her shirt, trying to pull her back into the window. She let out a scream, taking her flashlight and whacking his hand with it.

He let go, and she fell straight down, hitting into the ground with a loud thud.

Jason looked down, seeing if it was one he let get away or his last kill for the night.

Unfortunate for him, she stood up, and began to yell, as she had twisted her ankle upon the fall.

She looked up at the window.

Jason was no where to be found.

She began to limp toward the motel. She saw the car Bennidict was in, and began to run back to the hotel. She kept turning back toward the house, to see if anyone was trailing her.

There was no one.

She ran up to the motel's main office, and looked in. Bennidict slowly walked out. He looked to her.

"This means you lose, you know," he said, looking over her.

"God damn you, you fucking son of a bitch!" she screamed at him. "They're all dead! There's this guy, with a hockey mask! And he killed everyone!"

"Whoa, whoa… calm down… say that again?"

"There's a man, in there, killing everyone. Your technician, that woman, all the contestants, and Jeremy, they are all dead!"

He looked to her, and then back up to the house. He pointed out.

"Is that the guy who did it."

She turned around, and looked up to him. "Shit!" She screamed aloud, running up to the old motel. She opened the door to cabin one, and slammed it behind her.

Bennidict looked up, and saw Jason closing in. He saw he was now carrying a ax in his hand. He, then, looked passed him, to the front door. It had been totally ripped off from its hinges. And he could see into the doorway, and there, lying down on the ground, was Ms. Donaldson's dead body. "Holy fuck," he screamed, "I'm getting my ass out of here." He turned tail and ran down the highway road.

Jason didn't care about Bennidict, he was here to finish off Jenny. He came up to the door to cabin one. He went for the handle, but it would not budge. He pulled back his ax, and began to chop away at the door. Jenny began to cower, going up to the cabin's window, trying to get it open. It would not budge.

The ax pushed its way through the door, as Jason stuck his head in. She looked right at him, and he, as if he could, looked right at her. It was like he sensed where she was. He pulled his head out, and ripped the door open. Jenny began to scream, as Jason was about to walk in.

Just then, behind Jason, the van's engine turned over.

Jason shot back around. Jenny could see just past him, as the car's blinders turned on. Jenny quickly, with all the strength she had left, pushed the window open, and began to run back around to the front, to see what was happening.

The van sped off forward, driving into Jason, and right through cabin one.

Jason flew back into the cabin, as the van came in with him. Jenny slowly walked around to the van, and looked to it. The back door opened up, and Jeremy pulled himself out, coughing.

Jenny ran to him, helping him to his feet.

"Run from here," he said, standing up.

"Why," she asked, looking to him.

"Do as I say," he said, looking to her. "The car's gonna explode!" She didn't need to hear it again. She began to run, as he ran next to her. She tripped, and he stopped, and grabbed her, pulling her up. They continued to run.

The van exploded into pieces, metal debris and shards of glass flying around the car. A large ball of flame erupted from the van, the mostly wooden hotel catching on fire in the process. Jenny and Jeremy were knocked down to the ground by the power of the blasts aftershock, where they stayed.

They looked back, and watched the hotel burn a brilliant blaze of glory.

"Lets get out of here," Jeremy said, getting to his feet. Jenny got up with his help, as they walked over to Bennidict's white SUV. Jeremy climbed into the drivers seat, and Jenny climbed into the passenger side seat. He looked down at the steering wheel, and laughed.

"Of course," he said, laughing a bit. "The bastard Bennidict takes the keys with him."

Jenny smiled to him. 'Its all over,' she thought, with a smile. 'It's all over… we survived.' But it's a smile that wouldn't last.

The driver's side door suddenly ripped off, and was flung away. Two flaming hands came in, grabbing a screaming Jeremy, and tossing him away, almost twenty five feet, Jeremy coming down to the ground hard.

Jenny screamed, and opened her door, and fell down to the ground. She began to drag herself over to the back of the car, but Jason came around rather quickly. She backed up against the car, sitting up against it.

Jason slowly walked, so he stood in front of her. He drew back his hand, and in one mighty motion, sent it out in a punch. Jenny, in a split second reaction, ducked out of the way, Jason's hand going right through the car. She slowly began to crawl away from him, but his other hand grabbed at her shirt.

She screamed, trying to pull herself free from his mighty grip.

Her shirt ripped, and she fell down. Jason was still stuck, and couldn't get free. Jenny stood up, and ran, knowing her plan had worked.

For what Jason didn't realize, is that he had punched through the entrance to the gas tank. An a small shed of his burning shirt fell off, and slipped through the line, and into the gas tank. The gasoline quickly caught fire, and the entire car exploded. Jenny jumped on top of Jeremy to save him from any debris, as the entire car erupted in a giant ball of fire.

She looked forward, as a flaming ball burned brightly. The darkly lit sky slowly began to brighten, from the fire which burned so brightly. She smiled softly, dropping her head down onto Jeremy's back.

Epilogue

The night sky faded, as the sun slowly began to come up. Jenny looked up, and watched the sun rise from the far distant horizon. She had passed out for a few hours, and looked to Jeremy below her. She gently shook him, trying to wake him up.

He turned over, looking to her.

"We're… alive…?"
"Yes," she said, with a smile, hugging him tightly. "We made it. Its over."

The paramedics, police, and fire trucks quickly arrived thereafter.

Jenny and Jeremy slowly walked toward ambulance, as the film crews slowly came up.

A reporter walked up and a camera slowly came to them.

"Hey, can I get a statement?"

They just pressed on.

"I'll give you a statement," said a voice, Jeremy and Jenny recognized. They turned around, to see Bennidict standing in front of the camera.

"Has Norman Bates returned from the grave," the blonde reporter asked him.

"That's impossible, he's long since buried at Forest Green cemetery."

"Can you tell us the events that transpired tonight?"

"Well, this monster came, and killed off everyone else. I saved those two kids lives there," he said. "If it weren't for me, they would be dead right now."

Jenny began to pull Jeremy, but he shook his head.

"Not this time," he said, walking away from her.

He walked right up to Bennidict, and looked him dead in the eye.

"Jeremy," he said, "I'm glad-" he didn't have time to finish. A punch directly hit him in the face, and knocked him on his ass. Jeremy turned, and walked back toward Jenny. They both walked up into the ambulance, getting in. The doors quickly shut, and it was off down the highway, toward the hospital.

The coroners showed up soon after. They began to investigate the former burning wreckage that was once the SUV. An older man slowly sifts through the wreckage. He lifts up a large piece of metal, as he comes across something rather nasty.

He looked up to another man, wearing a blue pair of coveralls which had a sign saying "Coroner" in yellow in a box with a gold lining upon the back. He was holding a small plastic container within his right hand.

"Hey, you, get over here and get this." The man did not respond. "Hey, you, did you hear me? Get over here and bag these so we can go."

The man gently looked back, his face hidden under a baseball cap. "Yes, sir." He slowly turned around, and bent down. The older man just shook his head, and turned away.

The man in the jumpsuit picked up what he was talking about. It was a burnt, severed arm. The man slipped it slowly into a plastic bag, and placed it into the container. He slowly stood up, and looked up into the sky.

Rather think and dark gray eyebrows were exposed, of a man in his maybe mid fifties. His hair was a blackish gray color, and his straight, emotionless face slowly turned, a grimacing smile crossing over his lips. This was Norman Bates.

He slowly turned his head, looking back to the house. He believed he saw someone up in his mothers old window, but the grimacing smile turned down, as he lowered his head, and walked away.

He had not been imagining things, however. Someone was up in that window; and his name is Jason Voorhees.

Dangertainment

Episode 2:

"A Night At The Bates Motel"

Completed Wednesday, November 19th, 2003, 4:47AM EST