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 Three
1/3/19
~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ Tuesday, July 10th, 2018 ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~
The night grew late in the town of Crystal Lake, while the counselors were at the Packanack area of Camp Crystal Lake, Tommy Jarvis was several miles away on a CB Radio with Creighton Duke. Over the years, Tommy kept track of Crystal Lake and the areas around the town. Even when Tommy was deployed or assigned to different posts, Megan or Creighton would send keep him up to date on anything that could be related to Jason Voorhees.
Since 2003, there's been nothing even the slightest bit off in Crystal Lake. It was then Tommy knew he and Megan could safely return. Since Tommy's discharge in 2008, the two started their family while Creighton Duke couldn't let go of the past. Some years before Jason's massacre in 2003, or the massacre attributed to his name, Creighton's girlfriend was viciously murdered by Jason Voorhees when he collapses her esophagus then crushed her skull inwards with his massive foot.
Since Allen first came into Tommy and Megan's lives, Creighton had also been a part of their family. Albeit his road to recovery with a shattered spine would be long and difficult. Years later, Creighton was still going through intensive physical therapy one day find the killer he believed was still alive. The safest thing for him at this time was to let Tommy Jarvis keep watch. For now, the two could keep tabs on each other via their CB radios.
"Haven't heard from you in a few weeks, TJ Medic. Over."
A smile crept on Tommy's face. "Yeah, it has been, Creighton. How's the therapy going, over?"
The rugged ebony man known as Creighton Duke leaned into his radio. "A lot better since you ask. I can now walk a mile before it hurts too much. Did you read the newspaper, over?"
"Did I read the newspaper, what kind of question is that. Over." With that, Tommy looked over at a physical newspaper he still gets from town every morning.
"What do you think, over?"
"I think Jason Voorhees dead. I sent his ass to the bottle of Crystal Lake, and even if he somehow survived that, the FBI and Jessica Kimble took care of him. But I'll keep my eyes on this. Will you be attending Ms. Higgin's funeral? Over." Tommy flipped the newspaper to reread the article of Chris Higgins murder.
"Yeah, I'm getting a ride. Once I'm done at her funeral, I'm heading to Crystal Lake one more time, over." With that said, Creighton reached into a desk drew and pulled out a Smith & Wesson .500, a revolver strong enough to kill Alaskan grizzly bears.
At the same time, Tommy stopped his second reading of the newspaper, his eyes look up at his shotgun, a Beretta DT 11. Although normally used to shoot clay targets, Tommy's confident it could take down a human. "Yeah, I'd do the same thing. But I think you need heal first, you shouldn't be playing hero any time son, over."
"Tom, don't worry. I'll be ready if I have to. But you, you're at ground zero. Be safe, I'm over three hours away so it will take time for me to get to you. But if this son of a bitch is back, you can't wait for me, over." Creighton's voice was stern.
"Don't worry, Creighton. I'll be ready. I need to go, I'll take to you soon. TJ Medic out." With the shotgun in his hand, Tommy started to clean it slowly.
"CTD, out."
With a little caution, Tommy stuck his head out the door and looked around his shack then toward his home. The light in Allen's room was on as figured Megan had to be waiting for him in the living room. Just to be safe, Tommy took out a first aid kit and ensured it was ready to handle any immediate injury and minor field surgeries. Once his first aid kit was secured, he returned to his shotgun and continued to give it a thorough cleaning. Every so often, Tommy checked his cell phone for the time.
~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ Back at Camp Crystal Lake ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~
It's night time at Crystal Lake's Packanack Lodge, the new counselors sat around a campfire and drank dinner along with drank beer. The head counselor Kenny Riedell stood before them, AJ Mason had just asked a serious question. One that pertained to the long and bloody history of Crystal Lake and the surrounding areas. Both hands are behind his head as Kenny sighed loudly; part of him dreaded the day when he'd have to explain what he knew. Luckily for him, it was his new counselors who asked, not any parents or children. Kenny grabbed a wooden folding chair, set it up by the fire, took a deep breath and looked at his counselors, everyone focused on him except for Mitch who was buried in a dictionary to search for the word "Platitudinous".
"Where did you hear those names, AJ?"
"I and Debbie heard it from a local who was lost." She looked over at Debbie who nodded in agreement.
Kenny shifted uncomfortably on his chair, his fingers across his face and noticed Adam lean over toward him. "Kenny, speak up man. Who's Pamela and Jason?"
"This is a long story and it's... unpleasant. In 1957, an eleven-year-old boy named Jason Voorhees drowned in Crystal Lake, from what I was able to research, two counselors who should have been watching him were having sex, he was pushed in the lake by other children. Because of that reason, I absolutely will NOT tolerate bullying here, from children or counselors.
"About a year later, two of the counselors were murdered, we know now it was Pamela Voorhees. But back then, they didn't and several attempts were made to reopen Camp Crystal Lake but each time mysterious fires would break out and at one point, the water supply was turned bad. Some years later, one of the previous owners Steve Christie spent good money to reopen the camp in 1979. Mrs. Voorhees returned to the camp as well, she ended up murdering seven more counselors before the last survivor, Alice Hardy, decapitated her. She was found the next day, hysterical that Jason Voorhees survived." Kenny's hand trembled as he reached for a beer and drank with haste.
Concerned for her friend, Jenny joined him and tried to put an arm around his shoulder, however; he stopped her. "I'm fine, Jenny."
"That's not THAT long of a story," Vanessa added and took a beer herself.
"I barely scratched the surface!"
Disgusted, Victoria put her feet down and stood up with Chad. "We're not listening to this bullshit. You can keep your ghost stories to yourself, Chad and I are going to bed."
Once the two are in the house, Buggzy gave a loud sigh of relief. "Christ, about time they get lost. Fuck them, fuck them both in their mouths and fuck them with a cactus dildo.."
Once more, Kenny continued. "On July 12th, 1984, a series of murders happened all around the Crystal Lake in different areas, nine people with one still missing happened around this area-"
"What do you mean by this area?" Eric had to make sure he heard Kenny right.
"Stop interrupting me or I'll stop telling the story. I'll explain everything after, okay?" Everyone nodded at Kenny. "The next day, thirteen people were killed in the northern part of the lake at the Higgins Haven area, that was on July 15th, 1984. The last of the murders ended on July 18th, 1984 and that was another thirteen people. The murderer was killed by a twelve-year-old named Tommy Jarvis. The murderer is said to be Jason Voorhees, the same one who drowned in 1957, he came back to life to murder the people who killed his mother and invade Crystal Lake. If that wasn't crazy enough for you, there's more!"
Several of his female counselors gasped, they all looked astonished at Kenny and together, except for Mitch; spoke in disbelief and in unison. "There's more?!"
"Yes, in 1989, Tommy Jarvis was sent to Pinehurst Halfway House and another seventeen people were killed by a Jason Voorhees copycat killer named Roy Burns. Now, this part is where things sound... supernatural. Because in 1990, Jason Voorhees returned from the dead and over the course of the decade seventy-one people were attributed to the victims of Jason Voorhees. Honestly, I don't believe in the events after 1989 because how does a dead body walk? How do you revive a dead man? Copycat killers are how you can pull that off. But since 1998. there hasn't been ONE injury let alone death on Crystal Lake. The townspeople know might know about this history here, they likely don't talk about it. Are you happy with your question now, AJ?" His voice was clearly angered, the trepidation was replaced with annoyance in Kenny.
AJ was horrified at her question, Deborah wasn't almost in shock while most everyone tried to absorb what Kenny said. "I'm sorry I asked."
A can was crushed in Kenny's hand as he stood up. "This is the only time we talk about this. Does anyone have questions? I'd like to forget I explained this horrible story."
"Cool story, bro." interjected Adam, some laughter followed with. "It was a cool campfire ghost story."
"Think what you want Adam. But just make sure you're up by 6:00 AM. I'm taking a sedative and going to bed. Good night everyone." With that, Kenny stood up and left.
Jenny rubbed the back of head and neck and watch Kenny go into the lodge. Adam, Buggzy, Tiffany, and Lachappa talked between them and tried to figure out if the story was real. However, none of them were willing to give in. It made for a fun little ghost story, to the majority of the counselors. Worried for her friend, Jenny ran inside after him calling out his name.
With nothing left to hear from Kenny, both Adam and Buggzy had to prove one was more macho. The two chugged beers and crushed the cans on their foreheads. Vanessa cheered on her cousin while Tiffany laughed and watched. Meanwhile, in the distance, the Doomsayer Abel watched the teens as they chose to ignore his warnings.
The air got cold, the wind slowed to a halt as Abel looked around. Initially, Abel worried but as the clouds gathered in the sky, he calmed. Abel kneed down to pick up something edible, stood up and was face to face with the orange eyes of Jason Voorhees. Before the Doomsayer could scream, Jason's trident ran through his abdomen than with little effort, Jason pushed Abel with the trident several yards back, into a track then slit his throat with a knife. A bloodied gurgle left Abel's mouth as the spark of life left him, however, the monstrous Jason cocked his head sideways, heard his mother telling him "Good Boy, Jason" then finally pulled the trident out which caused the lifeless body of Abel to fall on the ground. With his victim dead, Jason slowly made his way to the lodge and observed his future victims quietly as they made their way inside.
As the downfall came fast, the counselors ran inside with Mitch still buried in a dictionary. Each of them find their way to different rooms, Chad and Victoria are busy "playing" in one room, while Jenny tried to get Kenny to return to normal in another, Mitch by the fireplace still in search of "Platitudinous", both Buggzy and Lachappa hung out in another room and laughed as they told dirty jokes. Meanwhile, Vanessa quietly sneaked into Adam as he was in the shower and startled him.
Startled, Adam turned slightly to face his intruder. "What the Hell, Vanessa?"
With her arms locked lovingly around Adam's neck, she pulled him in close and locked lips with him. "Don't act like you don't know what THIS means."
The hot water washed over their bodies as they embraced closely, their tongues wrapped around the others. Adam's hands ran through Vanessa's hair as her hands grabbed his ass. Meanwhile, Chad and Victoria kept their sexual adventures to their room. Unfortunately for Eric, he could hear the bed springs of Chad & Victoria with the sounds they made. Even with the what few books available in the lodge, Eric found concentration hard as he had to hear two bullies of his from High School have sex. With a few exceptions, everyone else calmed down for the night while Mitch looked through the dictionary still. Finally, Kenny laid with his eyes wide open, face toward a wall as Jenny stroked his hair, it calmed him in the past and she hoped it calmed him now.
In another room, AJ and Debbie laid in bunk beds, the latter on the top bunk. "Hey A.J."
"Yeah, Deb?"
The two leaned over to look at one another, the soft moonlight made their faces visible. "I can't believe Chad and Vic are here."
AJ sighed. "Yeah, I can't believe they're here too. I thought after high school, I'd never see them again."
"Are you going to fight Victoria again?" Deb's voice grew hopeful.
"I don't know, I already beat her ass once. But if I have to, I'll do it again." AJ rolled over and tried to get sleep again.
With her eyes closed, Deborah rolled over and tried to sleep too. "I still don't regret coming here, AJ."
"Neither do I."
Meanwhile, near the fireplace in the main room, Mitch jumped up with excitement. "Ah found it! I found it! Platitudinous! I found it!"
From up above, Buggzy's voice shouted at him, as he was clearly annoyed. "We don't care, Mitch! We just don't care!"
Outside the lodge, Jason stood and watched over the cabin. The rain poured heavily as lightning cracked. Inside the house, he sensed eleven people and not a single one that could hold their own against him. Part of him wanted to tear the doors and murder all those who trespassed on his home but it wasn't the time. If he would kill everyone in that house, he'd need to take his time and pick them off. One at a time, two at a time, it didn't matter, patience has paid off for Jason in the past.
~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ The Next Morning ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~
It's 5:30 AM and the counselors are already awake doing their morning routines. Debbie and AJ brushed each other's hair as Buggzy and Kenny were already at work, clearing out some thicker roots outside the lodge. While Eric read about the sports and archery the camp offered, which included how to properly play, Chad smiled at him from the floor above. With a cup of used mouthwash he slowly tilted it toward Eric, little droplets fell on the crown of his skull.
Several times, Lachappa wiped at his head. However, once he could smell the antiseptic mouthwash, his attention went upward but Chad ducked in time and contained his laughter. With a disgusted look on his face, Eric sat his book down then ran to the bathroom to wash the smell of antiseptic mouthwash out of his hair. As Lachappa washed his head, the rest of the men joined Adam and Kenny with hoes, sickles, and an ax. Most worked without a shirt on, and Buggzy started to sign with Adam and Mitch repeated each verse after Buggzy
"All them pretty gals will be there,
Shuck that corn before you eat,
They will fix it for us rare,
Shuck that corn before you eat.
I know that breakfast will be big,
Shuck that corn before you eat,
I think I smell a fine roast pig-"
"Eric's here." Interrupted Chad, as he BARELY has a sweat worked up, as he felt he was above manual labor.
Eric walked down the steps, grabbed a root cutting tool then towards Chad. "Yeah, mouthwash fell in my hair from the second floor."
"Oh, I'm SO sorry, Eric. I tripped and dropped my cup. I DO hope you forgive me." Chad's voice couldn't sound any less insincere but Eric has always been afraid of Chad and wanted to avoid a confrontation with him.
"Knock it off, Chad. You don't need to compensate for that tic-tac." Several of the men snicker and noticed Jenny's sharp wit as she joined them as part of their clean-up crew.
Vanessa gave her cousin and Adam handkerchiefs approached Kenny. "How much more landscaping is left?"
Kenny sighed as he thought about how much more root clearing they needed to do. "I've cleared all of the areas the kids will be in, let's finish this area, grab breakfast then we can have fun!"
"Fuck yeah!" Both Adam and Mitch shout, the two returned to work hacking away.
Victoria laughed in the kitchen, every so often. The memories of tormenting Debbie and AJ were very fond to her. Although she didn't want to fight AJ again like in high school, she could get at least get a rise out of Debbie and not work hard. Even if she is a cook, Victoria took her job seriously and continued to a fine breakfast for herself and Chad, and something passable for the others.
The other female counselors joined their male counterparts to tear up the shrubbery and tree roots from around the Packanack Lodge and other camping areas. Throughout the day, Buggzy, Adam, and Mitch would sing, every so often someone else would join in. All around Crystal Lake, the humidity would rise, in turn, the newest counselors were quickly soaked in sweat. However, after several hours of hard work, they finished. Several of them cheered when the female counselors returned with empty wheelbarrows.
"All right everyone! Pack it up! We're finally done! Let's head back and get changed, I think we earned some swim time. What do you guys think?" Kenny turned to face his cheering counselors.
To Be Continued...