Out of all the things that he anticipated seeing, this place wasn't one of them. Back, at Crystal Lake. Where Whitney'd been forced to stay for so long after seeing HIM kill her friends. Keeping her as some homage to his murderous Mother. Why was he there? One moment, he'd been chatting with his sister about what bills needed to be paid. Suddenly he'd been slammed with a headache worse than anything he'd ever felt in his life. Of course, he took pain pills and decided to sleep it off. There was this strange tingling feeling all over his body. A moment later, he found himself laying on a bed in one of the cabins. Getting out of the bed, he started heading out of the camp. Knowing full well how to get himself out of this place.
A little while later, he found himself at the road. Heading towards the way that he knew would lead him into town. Trying to make sense of how in the Hell he managed to end up there. Being dragged out of his thoughts by the sight of a woman running across the road. Right into the other side of the forest nearby. Apparently not seeing him as she fled in terror from...very disturbing laughter. He opened his mouth to call to her when he spotted a strange doll. One that was running across the road towards the woman he'd seen fleeing earlier before. Redheaded one with brightly colored clothing. Closing his mouth, he stared at the toy until he could no longer see it anymore. For a moment, he wasn't entirely sure of what to make of the sight he'd just seen. That couldn't have just happened. There was no possible way that a toy just ran after some girl.
Right?
Something in him urged him to go after them to double check. Make sure that there wasn't any doll that running after someone. And if that girl was real in the first place. As he headed towards the spot where he saw her disappear, he heard her yelling at someone. Calling to whomever it was to come out. Jogging towards her voice as he glanced around the woods. Hoping that whatever the Hell that thing he'd seen wasn't anywhere nearby. Soon as he got close enough to see the woman, he noticed a few things odd about her. One, she was wearing pajamas. Two, from what he could see she wasn't wearing any shoes. She was just as unprepared for walking through the woods as he was. At first, he was tempted to call out to her. Check if she was alright. Then he noticed she was picking up something off the ground. Which as far as he could tell, was the doll that had been running after her. Clay kept quiet as he watched her look the doll over. Too far away to hear anything that she was saying to the weird little thing. Setting it back down as she shook her head in annoyance. Suddenly, something strange happened. The little doll got to his feet, pulled out a knife, and seemed to be threatening her.
He watched as the woman backed away from the doll for a bit. Taking quite a few steps back then ran at the doll kicking him as hard as she could. Running the way she came as the doll lay a few feet away, seemingly stunned. Ignoring the doll, he hurriedly sprinted after the woman. Trying his best to catch up with her as he shouted,"Hey! Hey! Hey! Wait up!"
"Excuse me, miss! Wait a second!",he called. The woman didn't slow down even a little bit as she continued running. Seemingly not hearing him as she bolted, unknowingly, toward Camp Crystal Lake. He had to stop her. Sure, Jason was dead. Whitney and himself made absolutely sure of that. Even after the rotten bastard tried to drag her into the lake. Clay personally smashed his brains in with a wooden plank. Not stopping until Jason didn't move. Kept hitting him until the skull split open and he sank back into the water. But he had this feeling something horrible was lurking nearby. While he tried to keep up with her, he unfortunately lost sight of her. Having ran between a thicket of bushes that he couldn't as easily fit through as she did.
Clay kept a careful eye on his surroundings as he jogged along the road. Just hoping to catch sight of the young woman he'd seen punt that freaky doll. As he went along he had this uncomfortable feeling, as if he was being watched. Yet, he hadn't seen anything or anyone yet. Not even the faintest signs of that weird doll. He did, however, start to smell something off. Like burnt roast or something to that effect. Slowing down, he tried to pinpoint where the stench was coming from. Soon as he stopped, he heard this odd noise. Metal scraping together. Or at least it sounded like metal scraping together. And that stench of burnt something was getting stronger. To the point that he could almost taste it. A few seconds later, he heard footsteps coming from his right side. Turning to it, he thought he saw someone in the woods.
Yet, he couldn't be entirely sure.
It couldn't have been the woman from earlier. Whomever they were, they were much too tall to be her. And he thought he glimpsed sight of a sweater. Also, this person didn't have long brown hair like the woman he'd seen. He was tempted to call out to this person. But something in him said not to. That whomever they were, they weren't safe. So he ignored the noises as he started jogging again. Determined to find that young woman he'd seen running earlier. Just as he got a few feet away from the spot, a figure stepped out onto the path. One that was shorter than himself but taller than the girl from earlier. Wearing a dirty, torn, red and green sweater. A ragged fedora on his head as well. What made Clay stop was the glove on his right hand. With strange knives on each of his fingertips. Standing still, he stared at the person in front of him. Realizing the strange scent was coming off of them. That weird, burnt meat odor. He didn't ask anything as he slowly started backing away from them. Figuring that whomever this person was, they probably weren't friendly. And feeling it was necessary to keep some form of distance between them as they lifted their head. Revealing the burned face of an older man. The stranger's eyes locking with his as he examined him. Smirking slightly as he clicked his fingertip blades together.
"Well, well, well...what do we got here?",he asked himself. Not moving as Clay took another step away from him. Right until his back hit the trunk of a tree behind him. Causing him to stumble slightly as he continued to walk away. The man grinned a little wider as he said,"Lost little boy chasing after my Kathryn...can't have that now can I?"
Kathryn? Who in the Hell was Kathryn? At first, he wasn't entirely sure who the burned man could have possibly meant. Then he realized he was talking about the young woman he'd been trying to track down. Was this guy her ex-boyfriend or something? Pushing those thoughts aside, he turned and started bolting in the direction of the camp. Deciding that he'd probably find something to defend himself better there. As he ran, he heard the older man behind him start running. Along with the unsettling sound of metal on metal scraping together.
Now, she was even more lost than she was to begin with. Her feet hurt from running along the forest utterly barefoot. And she was so tired that she could barely keep her head up. Leaning against a nearby tree, she tried to catch her breath. Kathryn set her hand against her chest as she kept a careful eye and ear out for anything weird. Taking a deep breath when she heard a twig snap to the left of her. Causing her to look for a spot to easily hide and spotting a hole in the tree. Quickly stuffing herself into it and slapping her hands over her mouth. Making absolutely sure that they couldn't easily hear her as they passed her by. Whoever they were.
A moment later, she spotted the person. A grown man wearing boots, dark jeans, gray shirt, and darker gray button up over it. He dark brown hair and a decent length beard as well. From what she could tell, he wasn't armed. But she wasn't entirely sure that he wasn't. It still beat running from the serial killer possessed doll. And even though she was scared, she needed help. Kathryn carefully pulled herself out of the hole in the tree. Noticing the man jump at the sight of her leaving her hiding spot. Only to calm himself once she fully stood up. Looking her over, he stayed tense as he was before. Hands tightened into fists as he stared at her. Clearly suspicious of the strange woman who pulled herself out of a hole in the tree. Not that she could entirely blame him. That would be a sight that would keep her freaked out too. Putting that aside, she pleaded,"Please help me."
"I'm lost and...and I'm being chased by s-some guy with a knife.",she added. It sounded ridiculous to her own ears. But it was mostly the truth. She knew she had to omit the part where the guy was in a doll's body. Otherwise, he'd probably just think she was playing a fucked up prank on him. Though, by the look on his face, he didn't seem to believe her. In fact he seemed to be completely unconvinced that she was telling the truth. Kathryn wasn't sure how she was going to prove to him that she wasn't lying. Taking a step forward, she continued,"I know what this sounds like. But I'm serious. Please. He's threatened to kill me and I barely managed to flee from him."
"Please, sir.",she whimpered. This seemed to do the trick. The man gave a soft sigh as he looked her over again. Seemingly convinced that she wasn't trying to lie to him or trick him. Walking up to her, he said,"Okay, okay...can't exactly leave you like this."
"C'mon, I think I saw a sign for a camp that's like a mile from here.",he added. Gently gripping Kathryn by the shoulders and looking her over. Determining if her injuries were all that bad or not. His mouth slid into a frown at the sight of her. Again, couldn't really blame him. She was just wearing her t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. It definitely didn't look all that normal no matter how you looked at her. Shoving those thoughts aside, she followed him along the trail towards the camp. Hoping that it wasn't the one that she woke up at. And as they walked along, she said,"My name's Kathryn, by the way."
"Andy Barclay.",the man said. Andy Barclay. That sounded strangely familiar. Yet, she couldn't entirely pin point why. Her mind was too tired to properly connect the dots at the moment. Ignoring this, she just tried to stay awake. Figuring she could sleep later when she could get to a real bed. And while they walked, she noticed that Andy was keeping an eye out behind them. Guessing that he was probably keeping an eye out for her pursuer. Keeping a firm grip on her as they walked toward whatever camp he'd seen a sign for. Before she could move his arm off of her, he pulled her into the nearby bushes. Covering her mouth as he tried to make them invisible. Kathryn almost started struggling when she spotted what Andy seemed to have spotted. A tall man wearing a hockey mask was heading down the path they had been walking. Holding a decent sized ax as he neared their bush. Blood was dripping off the weapon as well. Kathryn carefully put a hand over Andy's mouth as he passed by them. And when he was far enough away, she let go of him as he let go of her. Leaning in close and pressing his lips to her ear, he quietly explained that this man had been chasing him. And had killed someone in front of him. He whispered,"I saw a road earlier, we get to it and walk down it."
"Keep walking until we get to whatever town and see if we can get the police.",he added. Keeping his voice as soft as possible. Kathryn nodded her head in agreement as they quietly slunk out of the bushes. The pair sneaked toward the road that Andy had seen. Both of them hoping that they could get the other to safety. Before whomever was chasing them could properly catch up.