DISCLAIMER: I do not own Friday the 13th, Friday the 13th: The Game or Jason X. All those properties belong to Sean S. Cunningham, Paramount Pictures, Warner Brother Pictures, New Line Cinema, and created by Victor Miller. Friday the 13th: The Game belongs to Gun Media & Illfonix. Please support the official release.
Authors Note: This story ignores the events of Jason X. I had difficulty deciding if I wanted to ignore the events of The Final Friday part IX: Jason Goes To Hell. Then I saw Savini Jason and decided to keep it canon. Jason X isn't even a Friday the 13th movie. Also, Friday the 13th Part IV was titled "The Final Chapter" as part IX is titled "The Final Friday: Jason Goes to Hell"
FRIDAY THE 13TH PART X: THE HOMECOMING GAME
Chapter Two
6/25/18
~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ Tuesday, July 10th, 2018 ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~
It's sunset at Crystal Lake, Jason Voorhees sat up then grabbed his trident. The Crystal Lake Killer looked towards the head of his mother. Most of her hair remained around the skull, despite the decomposition and left out for 30 years in his shack. The words of his mother spoke to him as he took several knives he left hidden in his shack.
"They're here, Jason. Make them suffer like you did." The stern voice of Pamela Voorhees spoke to Jason.
With the knowledge of people who invaded Crystal Lake, Jason exited his shack. A rested feeling came to Jason as he power-walked out. The flames on the upper right side of his body shot out an inch or two, the trident in his hand thirsted for blood, and the thought of brutality to each invader filled his decayed and rotted heart with joy. After all this time, mother demanded blood for her blood. Tonight, Jason would not leave until he had another person dead.
~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ Meanwhile at Camp ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~
As the head counselor, Kenny lead everyone around the camp. The others took note of boys cabins, girls cabins, and the washroom. After a short walk, he showed them to the phone house. With a new phone fuse, Kenny made sure to teach them how to replace the fuse. Only a few actually paid attention to Kenny's instructions.
"Yeah, the Christie's haven't updated the phone system here, it's supposed to be fixed after this year. But I doubt that personally, there are a few fuses around in counselor cabins but you can find one at the workshop where Adam parked his car." With that, Kenny shut and locked the fuse breaker.
"Kenny, there is nothing good about that. We do have cell phones now." Vanessa reached into her back pocket and pulled her cell phone out but saw it had no service.
The others checked their cellphones as Kenny gave off a small laugh. "Crystal Lake is one big dead zone for cell phones, trust me. We're going to need this if all else fails, also on the other side of the area in Birch Ridge, there's a CB Radio. All we need to do is make sure power doesn't go out over there, which it shouldn't as the generator over there was replaced last year. Any questions so far?"
Adam raised his hand. "Yeah... when do we eat? We've seen the sights and know where we're working, how about eating? Hell, we haven't had lunch and now it's almost time for dinner."
"All right, follow me. We're walking along the wide side of Crystal Lake, then we'll cook something at Packanack Lodge and sleep. Sound like a good idea?" Everyone nodded to Kenny as he or she walked along the beaches of Crystal Lake.
With the knowledge of the phone lodge, Kenny showed the others a shortcut he found that took them from Camp Crystal Lake to the nearby Packanack Lodge. On their way, Kenny explained some of the local wildlife and plants. With a slower pace, AJ made up the rear of the group, Deborah was also with her and LaChappa tried to make it not look too obvious that he was deliberate in being slow for the sake of being close enough to talk with them. The entire time, AJ couldn't help but that they're being watched.
Inside the lodge, Chad and Victoria prepared a large meal for everyone. Buggzy, J.R., and Adam are throwing skeeball. Everyone except AJ and Debbie had drinks and were starting to get to the point of no return. Kenny was the only person able to control how much he drank and was successful in not making a fool of himself and refused to get completely drunk. There were enough people doing that already. Some of them noticed the showdown at the skeeball table. Eric had fallen back in the score and virtually given up to the better players.
The competitive natures of both Adam and Buggzy ran high as they're nearly neck and neck in the score. Both Vanessa and Tiffany walk over, Vanessa with her cousin and Tiffany in between him and Adam, they leaned over and cheered on the others. Loud feedback shot off from some stereo speakers as Kenny put on an album. Carefully, Kenny moved the stylus onto the record and got lucky with the song he wanted to play.
"Is that Van Halen?" Asked Jenny as she joined him in a nearby chair.
"Yes, it is, 1984. I found some albums in the basement, so I figured I'd bring them up so we can check out what's here." With that, Kenny walked passed Jenny, placed hand on her shoulder a moment, winked at her, then continued on.
Debbie looked up from her book a moment and over towards AJ. "I can't read minds, Debbie, I'll come over there if you need to talk."
As AJ joined her friend, Chad was as he yelled. Victoria yelled to, Mitch got up to check but saw they argued with the older stove. "The food looks great guys."
The two gave him an angered look but they quickly calmed down. A smirk on their faces crept up quickly on them and Chad spoke up. "Of course, despite the trite ingredients and platitudinous equipment, we're almost done making a meal good enough for serfs and yourself."
Two of the words clearly lost Mitch. "I think I can guess to "Trite" but "Platitudinous" means what?"
"Don't be a bitch, Mitch. It's good enough for everyone." Added Victoria as she continued to stir something in a pot.
With that Mitch backed out of the kitchen. His face showed how confused he was and tried to look for a dictionary. Adam yelled loud and spiked a ball on the ground. However, Buggzy demanded a rematch. His hands above his head and crotch pointed towards the young black man, Adam thrust his hips in celebration and showboated loudly.
Brandon reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet and produced cash. "Bullshit! $200 says I can beat you to 500 points!"
Just as fast as Brandon reached in his pocket, Adam took his out and matched Buggzy's bet. "You got a deal, asshat. This is going to be 10th-grade bowling all over again."
"I remember that bowling trip better than you because I was the one who scored 230 and you got 101, Adam."
"Shut up and throw the ball, Brandon."
Both men took their jackets off and aggressively played skeeball once more. As the two started to rack up points, everyone but AJ and Debbie found their way over and watched. LaChappa kept score with a pen with paper, AJ and Debbie, however, couldn't hear each other as the music got louder with the others. As dinner took longer than they thought to finish, the two headed out to the back porch and sat in some deckchairs. The commotion and music were loud enough that the two young women could hear it fine.
"It's just a game of skee ball..." Said AJ as she laid out on a chair.
Finally free of her shyness around others, Debbie smiled at AJ as she joined her in a chair."Was Adam always this competitive?"
"Yeah... he was." Sighed AJ, the past memories of her and Adam being a couple very recently were fresh in her mind.
"He seems like he was good at everything. Was he... you know. Good at IT?" Deborah blushed, her hands played with her hair a little.
AJ's face flushed red, she remembered how he was in bed. "Oh God yes, he was quite hung. When I think about how big his dick is; I cum a little."
Astounded, Debbie leaned over from her chair. "Are you serious!? He's that big!?"
AJ gave her friend an offended face and looked her in the eyes. "God no! I was trying to make you laugh. I don't mind Adam as a friend, I just don't want him as a boyfriend. He's a bit overprotective."
"Sorry, I didn't mean-"
"It's okay, Debbie. I'm not mad, I just wanted to make you laugh." AJ reached over to her friend's shoulder and placed her hand on the other.
"I'm sorry, AJ. You know I have difficulty talking to boys. Do you mind if I ask why you come, I mean the REAL reason you came?" Debbie pushed her hair out of her eyes.
With that, AJ sat up, grabbed Deborah's hands and looked her directly in her eyes. "I said it earlier, it was a job, I could use the extra cash. It doesn't hurt that I do like kids. Why'd you come?"
For the first time, Debbie really thought about why she wanted to join AJ this summer. "Well... to be honest... I thought maybe I could get over my shyness and... maybe make get a mans' number."
With a hardy laugh which caused her to fall over for a moment. However, AJ sat up and looked her friend in her eyes. "Are you serious, Deborah? That's great!"
The two reached out and grabbed each other's hands. "Be honest, Deb. Whom do you have in mind?"
The question made Deborah breath hard for a few moments. Her face almost as red as an apple. Cautious, namely afraid of her friend's reaction, Debbie looked into AJ's eyes. Their hands clasped tightly to the others. AJ noticed her friend's jitters as her leg moved up and down fast.
"Two of them I'd like but I'll be happy with one of their phone numbers. One is Eric." As she said his name, Deborah moved her look away from AJ.
With a gentle touch, AJ made her friend look her eye to eye again. "Really? The way he acts is cute, but I didn't think you'd like someone so... big."
"We've never really looked at appearances, have we? I mean you're a Gothic Rocker Christian girl and I'm...a nerd." Debbie's lips pouted slightly.
"Of course not, we were raised better. I didn't think you'd buy into his whole bravado, it's cute but I have a feeling it'll get annoying."
"The other is... Kenny." This time, Deborah kept her eyes locked onto AJ's.
It only took a moment for AJ to take this all in. "Why don't we start with LaChappa? I think Jenny might have Kenny's ear."
"What do you think I should do? I mean, I think I can talk to, Eric. But what do I talk to him about?" Their hands release and fall onto their knees.
"Well, you were reading Sons of the Dragon, why not talk to him about Game of Thrones. He clearly read those." AJ stood up to stretch her back out.
"Actually it's A Song of Ice and Fire-"
"It doesn't matter what anything is called, you'' wish you had a real dragon for what's lurking around here." A bearded, heavy set, homeless man approached the two young from a nearby stairway leading to the beaches of Crystal Lake.
The two shout and stand up, startled by the man. AJ stood in front of her friend but the man stopped at the base of the stairs. His eyes looked them over, then at the lodge. The three looked at each other before the homeless man walked to a nearby campfire pit. After a few awkward minutes, AJ spoke up.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
"The name's Abel. I walk these grounds looking for those foolish enough to stay here on Crystal Lake. For thirty years I've warned people, but it wasn't until the massacres of 1984 and 1990 did people listen to me." Abel bent his knee and picked around the campfire.
"What massacre's are you talking about?" Asked AJ as the two neared a door, in the event they had to run in.
He turned his head some and glanced at the young women before returning to his rummaging. "Ask the ones who know this lake the best. Ask him about Pamela Voorhees. Ask him about Jason Voorhees. Then do the right thing, get the HELL out of here. For too long have the spirits trapped on this land laid silent, it's only a matter of time before the killer of Crystal Lake returns to his old grounds."
Before AJ could say another word, Abel stood up and left heading north from the lodge, presumably toward the main road. Terrified, Deborah grabbed AJ's shoulder and pulled her around.
"Do you think he was telling the truth?"A clearly frightened Debbie asked.
AJ shrugged it off. "Honestly, I don't know. He looked homeless and he looked crazy. Let's go inside and ask Kenny."
The two walked into the lodge and saw Buggzy pelvic Adam point blank in his face as Adam counted out money. "How does it feel, fuckstick?"
"Like about to Ryu Dragon Uppercut your nuts if you don't get them out of my face!" Adam slammed the money down, kicked the chair he sat on behind him and got into Buggzy's face.
"Adam, Brandon, shut up and settle down!" Interjected Jenny as she pushed the two apart.
"Don't worry, Adam and Buggzy always fist fight then kiss and make up twenty minutes later." Said AJ as she shut the door behind her.
"That's true... except the kissing part." Added Buggzy as he joined Vanessa.
A bell rang out as Chad walked out of the kitchen. "Dinner is finished, where do you want to eat at, Kenny?"
With a shrug of his shoulders, Kenny pointed towards the campfire pit. "If you're up for it, why not eat outside."
"Ugh! I'm not eating outside like some hoi polli!" Exclaimed an agitated Victoria, her head peaked out from the kitchen towards the group.
With a dictionary, Mitch looked up at Victoria. "How do you spell that?"
The group laughed as both Adam and Buggzy pat each other on the back, walked into the kitchen, grabbed plates of food with a bowl of stew that Victoria cooked and went outside. Kenny started the campfire from nearby sticks and firewood. Both Chad and Victoria, with their "Superior Than Thou" attitudes, sat on the deck chairs on the porch. Once the fire was started, AJ looked at Kenny as he was about to speak to the group.
"Kenny, I have one question."
"What's up, AJ?" Kenny checked his pockets for a watch or cell phone to see what time it was.
Without hesitation, AJ looked him squarely in the eyes. "What do you know about Pamela and Jason Voorhees?"
~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ At the Jarvis Home~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~
All was well with the Jarvis family, Tommy sat with his wife and son at a table after their late dinner. Tommy looked over at his wife and joined her at the sink, the two started to wash dishes as the young son grabbed his Nintendo 3DS and played a game.
"Mind if I help you, Megan?" The older Jarvis rolled up his sleeves.
"Don't you have work tonight?" Megan started to get everything ready.
"Bryan and I switched nights, I'm covering for him Saturday so he can have a full night off and enjoy his anniversary." Said, Tommy, as he joined his wife with a dry towel.
With that, Allen looked up from his game. "How did you become a paramedic, dad?"
Tommy chuckled and quickly glanced at his son. "It's a bit of a story, so try to pay attention and put down Pokemon Moon. Me and your mom met in 1990 after her dad fell in the line of duty, I joined the Army as a combat field medic. I left in 2000 as a Sergeant First Class, me and your mom married in 1993 since 2000 we moved back here and I've been a paramedic and paramedic driver since 2001"
"Boring story dad, where's the fun parts? Where are the wars? Where are the guns?" A bored Allen said as he returned to his game.
"I didn't see a lot of front-line action, Allen. I was in the back of the front, I made sure my friends who were hurt stayed alive." The two continued to was dish dishes, the sounds of plates and silverware clashing together.
"Come on, dad! Don't have you exciting stories of fighting or something?" Excitedly, Allen hoped on his knees in the chair, his eyes still locked on his game.
His son's enthusiasm for silence caused Tommy's memory to trigger. It wasn't any military action he saw during Operation Desert Storm or the Bosnia War. The memories that returned were the events if one of his placements after the murder of his mother and twelve other people in his old neighborhood. He remembered the sight of his older sister Trish, her grieving after identifying the body of her mother at the Wessex County Medical Center. Years later, he found out his mother's throat was slight open after her neck and back were broken on a stone wall of their home. From the time he was 12 until he became an adult, Tommy was a ward of the state and lived in different areas around New Jersey and murder followed him.
In 1989, a normal man named Roy Burns would find his son butchered at the Pinehurst Youth Development Center. During his murderous spree on Thursday, October 12th until Friday, October 13th, Roy would murder seventeen people. A history of blood-soaked soil followed Tommy, around Crystal Lake. Megan didn't know, neither did Tommy, as to why he wanted to return to Crystal Lake, Maybe it was to stay closer to Megan's surviving family. Maybe it was for Jason to revive and take Tommy out, finally putting him at peace. Other people have defeated Jason including his niece Jessica Kimble, a new hero has to come.
"Tommy!" Shouted Megan, nudging her husband.
"Sorry, I was miles away. Where are the dishes?" He noticed that the dishes were finished and Allen was gone.
Calmly, Megan put her hands on her husband's arms and they looked into each other's eyes. "You spaced out there, almost forty minutes. Allen got bored of waiting and went out, I finished dishes, but what happened?"
"Nothing, sorry. I need to clear my head." Before Megan can react, Tommy grabbed his old blue jean jacket and left towards a shack he built a distance from the home he bought.
The shack itself was big but did have a small radio tower he constructed. Most likely built with help from his friends in his army days. Despite the dense foliage and trees, Tommy found the right place to send or receive calls on his CB Radio. With a hard slam, Tommy locked the door and ensured he was alone in the small shack. He quickly turned on the radio and listened to static. Both hands held up Tommy's head and he sighed aloud. Just as Tommy finally got his head clear, he jumped up as the someone started to call out over the radio.
"Good evening, TJ Medic. It's CTD, can you hear me, over?"
With haste, Tommy composed himself and answered the call. "This is TJ Medic, I read you loud and clear, Creighton, over."
To Be Continued...