"Make them remember me, Jason! Make them remember what fear tastes like!"
Jason Voorhees stalked towards Elm Street, ready to make his mother proud and kill some of those naughty children. Strange, he had never been to Elm Street, but if his mother wanted him to kill, he would obey. After all, it was teenagers who had let him drown by not paying attention, these kids were surely no different.
For what felt like an eternity, Jason found his way onto a street with a bright green sign labeled ELM ST 1400. Not that he cared. He could never die, time was of little concern to him. The undead serial killer looked around, seeing many houses, but one in particular had its lights on, with one or two cars parked at the front door. The number on the door read 1428.
Jason slowly walked to one of the open windows, where he saw a young woman wearing a red baseball cap, smoking a cigarette and talking about going on something called a beer run with two other girls, one who had shoulder length blonde hair, and the other had red dyed hair and was caked in makeup. Judging by their loud, obnoxious talking, he picked up that one of them was named Kia, and the other was Gibb. Whatever a beer run was, he didn't know, nor did he care. Then, in a split second, the girl flicked the cigarette out the window, where it accidentally bounced off the side of his hockey mask. The cancer stick left a tiny mark of ash on his mask, but it easily blended in with the rest of the dirt and grime on it.
This teenager, the smoker, would be the first one to die, Jason decided. The only thing stopping him from ripping the door open and killing them all then and there was the fact that two boys beat him to it, greeting the girl in the red cap. Jason watched, as the one in the leather jacket and holding a crate of beer went to kiss her, then recoiled in disgust.
"Whoa babe, what did I tell you about kissing me after you smoked, huh?"
Jason paused, and tilted his head to the side. Maybe the girl in the baseball hat wouldn't be the first to die after all.
The Crystal Lake Slasher continued looking through the window, seeing the girl with the red hat and her boyfriend in the leather jacket go upstairs, presumably to have sex. Before she followed her boyfriend, Jason heard the smoker make a comment about slamming a couple beers.
"I think I'm going to need a few more drinks before there's any massaging."
"What do you see in him?" the blonde asked her friend.
"I don't know… but he has a cute ass."
"Babe!" the girl whirled around to see her boyfriend taking his shirt off. "Don't make me ask you twice, okay?"
Meanwhile, the other boy wearing the blue sweatshirt, whom everyone else called Blake, was trying to get handsy with the blonde, whose name was placed as Lori. Jason saw this, and made a mental note to kill him as soon as possible as well.
For now, though, Jason eyed the back door to the house, and he swiftly lumbered over to it, not making a sound, despite it thundering and raining outside. After checking to make sure no one could see him, Jason slipped inside the house, and walked up the stairs, while Lori, Blake, and the other girl walked around the house with candles.
Jason reached the top of the stairs and stopped just outside one of the rooms, peering in to see the smoker and her boyfriend doing the deed. Jason sighed in frustration, but patiently waited for the two to be separated. He didn't have to wait long, when he heard the boyfriend speak.
"Babe, you know I don't like to be touched after, okay?"
"Fine, I'll go shower then."
"Good. Your hair smells like menthols anyway."
"Asshole."
It was in that moment that Jason had enough of this guy. Surely, he would be the first to fall to his machete.
The smoker girlfriend walked out of the bedroom, and it was by either sheer luck or stupidity, or even both, that she didn't see Jason, as she made her way to the bathroom. Jason watched as she closed the door, and as he heard the rushing of water from the shower, he silently crept into the bedroom, stealthily shutting the door behind him. The undead slasher stood over the boyfriend, just as he turned around from his beer and looked him in the eye.
The teenager screamed, and attempted to roll out of the bed, but Jason was faster, and he brought his machete down. The blade stabbed through the boy's naked body too many times for Voorhees to count. In truth, he didn't care how many times he stabbed him, and only stopped when the boy quit moving. Then, just for good measure, Jason stuck his machete into the ground and grabbed the ends of the bed, and using his supernatural strength, jerked them upwards. The force of the act bent the bed into a v shape, with the boy still on it, and his body folded the same way, snapping his spine.
"Trey, what the Hell are you doing?"
Jason turned back in the direction of the bathroom, hearing the girl's voice. He could easily stroll right in there and kill her too, but somehow… something was telling him not too. Jason was confused by this, but opted to swiftly pick up his machete and leave the bedroom. As he descended the stairs, Jason heard the bathroom door open, and the girl's footsteps could be heard making their way to the bedroom. A few seconds later, a high pitched scream tore through the house, prompting Jason to hurry outside and hide amongst the trees.
Within minutes, the smoker girlfriend, Lori, Blake, and their friend with red dyed hair ran out into the rain, screaming for help. A police car stopped in the middle of the road, and the window quickly rolled down.
"You kids need some assistance?" the cop asked, looking at Lori and her friend.
"What the fuck do you think?" the smoker shrieked, letting go of the towel over her body to display her bloody hands. Jason tilted his head in confusion. He wasn't sure why the girl was upset, as he believed she'd be happy to be free of an abusive relationship.
Jason watched, as the four teenagers were hauled into the back seat of the squad car, and the half naked girl was wrapped in another towel for warmth. As she was being comforted, the girl frantically looked around, eventually stopping and staring straight at where Jason stood, hidden in between the trees. Voorhees' brow furrowed. Had she seen him? He thought he had hid himself well. Guess not, because the girl's eyes widened, just as more squad cars began to appear at the house.
The police were speaking in hushed tones, but Jason could hear everything. One of the perks of his ability to tune out everything else to his awareness. He thought he heard one of the cops say the name Freddy Krueger, but was quickly shut down. Jason paused, wondering why they thought this 'Freddy' killed the boy. Something about it taking place in a house… and in a bed… but it still didn't make sense.
"Who's Freddy Krueger?"
Jason's thoughts disappeared, and he looked towards Lori in the distance, who had asked that question.
"He's nobody." the sheriff quickly said.
"Then why did you mention him?" the smoker teen asked. "Did he kill Trey?"
"No, it was just a freak accident." the sheriff brushed the girl's concerns away. "Now come on. We'll have to bring you all in for questioning."