Chapter 1: Jason Awakens

The Woods Around Crystal Lake, 2004

Jason…

Jason…

Wake up Jason. Mother needs you…

The eyes of the corpse opened. It stood up. Mother was calling.

There are some bad people here. You need to get rid of them…

Jason Voorhees set out once again. He was ready to make Mother happy. Slowly yet determined he walked through the woods, his Mother's woods. Bad people always came, and bothered Mother. And he would always stop them. He would make Mother happy. He heard the sound of people laughing, and hid within the trees as he slowly approached the laughter.

There they are Jason. Get rid of them for Mother.

There were four of them, two girls and two boys. One girl had short red hair and wore a black one-piece bathing suit, the other girl had long black hair and wore a pink two-piece bathing suit that Mother hated, one of the boys had red hair like the girl and had on blue swim trunks, and the other boy had spiky black hair and wore green swim trunks. They were playing in Mother's Lake. Mother didn't what them there. Jason watched as they played in Mother's Lake without Mother's permission. They were bad people, and they needed to be punished. He silently watched as the girl with red hair got out of the lake and said, "I'm gonna go back and get some beer. Anyone wanna come?" The three others shook their heads, and the red-haired girl went off on her own.

Get her Jason, for Mother.

Jason followed the red-haired girl, waiting until she was deep in the woods. When she was far away from Mother's Lake, he slowly approached her from behind. "Huh?" the red-haired girl said, and that was when Jason grabbed her by her mouth and the back of her head. She started to scream as Jason squeezed her head tighter. Teeth and bones crunched as blood poured through his fingers until at last with a final loud CRACK she stopped screaming. Jason lifted the body up and walked away.

Two Hours Later

Gary was admiring the view as Charlotte was sunbathing, her top undone even though her amazing rack was hidden because she was laying down on her stomach. "Something's wrong," his best bud, Jack, said. He had been pacing the lakeside, waiting for his sister Janie to come back with the beer. "She should be back by now," Jack said. "Dude, relax. You know your sister's always been a klutz, she probably just got lost is all," Gary said. "No, this is too long, even for her. And I just remembered, I heard about a killer that's supposed to live here," Jack said. "That Jackson whatever? Come on, that's just a campfire story," Gary reminded him. "Yeah? What about that thing in Manhattan last year? There were bodies on a boat, and one dude's head was just freaking gone!" Jack said. "That's crazy. Earth to Jack, this is a LAKE! How the Hell could a boat go from a LAKE to MANHATTAN?" Gary said. "Whatever, I'm going to look for her," Jack said.

"I'll go too," Charlotte said, tying her top up before standing up, once again denying Gary a sight of her gorgeous chest. "Whatever, fine, might as well go too," Gary said. They all got their shorts and shoes back on and started to walk the way Janie went. "JAAANNNIIIIEEEE!" Jack called. "JANIE!" Charlotte yelled. "HEY JANIE!" Gary called. So it went for an hour, no sign of Janie. "Oh man, this is fucked up!" Charlotte said, "We gotta get back to the car, try to call the police or something." "Yeah…you go do that, I'll keep looking for her," Jack said. "Be careful," Charlotte said, and headed in the direction the car was, just outside the woods.

Jason saw the girl in the bathing suit Mother hated, and followed her. She was calling out for the red-haired girl, Janie. Janie was with Mother now. Jason was quiet as he followed her, he would get the two boys last. Getting rid of this girl would make Mother very happy. The dark-haired girl made it out of the woods and to a blue car. She opened the door, and Jason saw his chance. He got to the car door. When the girl shut the door she looked up and saw him. "Who the Hell-" Jason grabbed her by her mouth and slammed her head into the car's window. The girl was screaming, and Jason lifted her up with one hand, and slammed her head on the top of the car, once, twice, and finally a third time. The car was covered in blood, and the girl was no longer screaming. Jason took this kill back to Mother.

Thirty Minutes Later

Jack and Gary made it out of the woods, and saw the car. "Oh man! What the Hell!?" Gary screamed, then he noticed the blood. "WHAT THE HELL!? What the Hell happened!?" Gary screamed, "CHARLOTTE!" "Oh man, it's true! Jason's real!" Jack said, "No way, no way! This can't be real!" "He got 'em, he killed Janie! And Charlotte!" Jack yelled. The two of them heard the snap of a twig and turned around, that's when they saw him. He had to have been at least seven feet tall, wearing a tattered brown coat with jeans and boots, and the hockey mask. "GET IN THE CAR!" Jack yelled. They quickly got in the car and shut the doors as well as they could, Jack fumbling to get the keys in the ignition. "HURRY UP MAN! HURRY!" Gary screamed, he had already pissed himself when he saw that Jason Voorhees was real!

The car finally started and Jack got it moving, then turned around, facing Jason. "What are you doing!?" Gary yelled. "He killed my sister! I'm gonna get that fucker!" Jack yelled as he floored it, sending their blue Ford straight at Jason Voorhees. The Ford Explorer rammed into him, sending the undead killer flying. Jack screamed as he backed the car up, and Jason stood up again. "DIE YOU FUCKER!" Jack yelled as he rammed into Jason again, and ran over him. Jack backed the car over Jason, and then ran over him again. After running over him five more times, he finally stopped, the car was on top of Jason. Gary was laughing hysterically, while Jack had his head on the steering wheel. "YOU KILLED HIM MAN!" Gary yelled.

"Janie…Charlotte…" Jack muttered. Gary's hysterical laughter stopped. "Hey…we'll…" he didn't know what to say, so he stopped talking. Then the felt a rumbling. "What was that?" Gary asked. Then the car toppled over on Gary's side. Neither was wearing their seat belt, and Jack fell on top of Gary while Gary was smashed into the side window, glass shredding his arm. Gary screamed in pain as the car was shifted again, this time onto its dented roof. "No way!" Gary screamed as Jason grabbed the door of the car and ripped it right off. He grabbed Jack by his leg and yanked him out. "JAAAACCCKKK!" Gary screamed as he struggled to get out of the car. He heard the wet crunch, and Jack's lifeless body fell on top of him, his head twisted a full 360 degrees. "NO! NO! NOOOOO!" Gary screamed as Jason's boot stomped on his head, squishing it like a pumpkin.

Jason lifted the two bodies onto his shoulders and went to deliver them to Mother.

That's a good boy Jason… Mother is very happy…

Calvary International Airport, South Carolina

Tommy Jarvis sat in the waiting area of the airport, waiting for his contact. His wife, Megan, had told him not to go, he had already faced Jason twice, he didn't have to do it again. Tommy had disagreed with her. Megan had called him a suicidal jackass, and he admitted he probably was. It was a quiet dinner, neither of their kids, Gareth and Amy, wanted to say anything. Tommy hadn't hidden the truth from them about Jason, and admitted that was why he and Megan had moved all the way to South Carolina to get away from him, and all the bad memories. That night though, after dinner, he and Megan made love and she begged him to at least come back to them. He had promised her. Now, here he was, going on a plane headed back to Sussex County, New Jersey, to meet with Agent Tina Shepherd and some British agent to make their plans.

Tommy's plan was in his sack, he was thankful that the government was providing transport. It would be awkward explaining his twelve-gauge shotgun, the gasoline, and the hatchet to the TSA. He knew that it might not work, but he at least had something like a plan now, unlike last time. "Mr. Jarvis?" Tommy looked up and saw the blonde haired-blue eyed Agent Tina Shepherd, barely a kid out of high school really. "Yep," he said and got up with his luggage. He followed Agent Shepherd to the plane that awaited him, it was first class. Tommy sat down and tried to relax. "Do you need anything?" a stewardess asked. "Arnold Palmer," Tommy requested, and the stewardess went off to get it. "I thought you'd be more of the hard-drinking type," Agent Shepherd said with a smile. "Not with who we're going up against. I'll drink after we're done with Jason," Tommy answered, "If you ever faced him, then you wouldn't be joking around."

Agent Shepherd's smile fell and she said, "I have, actually. Three years ago, I brought Jason back from the grave you put him in, and I put him back too." Tommy looked her up and down, but then nodded, "How?" The stewardess started coming towards them, then Agent Shepherd looked at the tray his Arnold Palmer was on, and it lifted into the air, before floating to him. Tommy would have been surprised, but after seeing a corpse getting up after getting struck by lightning, it would take a lot to freak him out. Tommy took his drink, and the tray floated back to the stewardess. "Psychic, huh? Not the craziest thing I've seen." "Yes. But there's more as well, this is classified information. You can't reveal this to anyone without authorization, do you understand?" Agent Shepherd said. "I understand," Tommy said, "So, what else? We're going after Dracula next?" "Not quite," she explained, "We're actually going to take a little trip to England first, to meet a vampire."