Author's Note: Sorry for the delay on this story. I've been hard at work writing up for my other projects, namely Supernatural, Smallville and my Marvel stories. It's now safe to say that I shall be continuing with this story, as it only has a few chapters to go now, and it'll be finished. Also, I'd like to announce that I've got enough views from this story that I'm already prepping up the third installment in my "re-imagining" series and it should be up soon as soon as I've done with Friday the 13th II! Chow for now! b(^-^)d

Chapter Seventeen

In the short time that it took for Jason Voorhees to get through that door, Ginny had leaned over, viciously pulled out the hammer that was lodged in Dep. Winslow's skull, it letting out a sickening crack as she did, and spun back round wielding it like her life depended on it…which it obviously did. The deadly silence was deafening before the hulk that was Jason booted the door, with the intent to savagely maim Ginny with the axe in his hands, as it banged against the wall so hard she thought it might come off its hinges.

The sudden assault caused Ginny to scream out, staggering backwards until her feet hit the piled bodies, nearly tumbling over them before regaining her equilibrium. Jason swung the axe horizontally, slicing the air with its velocity, Ginny leaning back to avoid it, missing her by mere inches. He lifted the axe over his head, not halting for a second as he sliced the axe vertically this time, missing Ginny again and embedding the axe's blade into the dry dirt.

This gave Ginny the opportunity she needed. Raising the hammer up high, she slammed it back down with all her strength, hitting the back of Jason's hand and hearing the loud crack as it made contact. Jason let out a pain-filled cry, letting go of the axe and nursing his assaulted hand with the other. Still holding onto the hammer, Ginny made a run for the battered door, but hitting Jason square on the back of the hand wasn't going to keep him at bay who, with his uninjured hand, grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and pulled her back, hard.

This time she tumbled over the dead bodies, screaming out as she fell onto her back on top of them, the blood wiping itself onto her once, perfectly-clean clothes, the putrid stench that surrounded them overwhelming her senses, making her physically nauseous. Looking up, her eyes widened as they spotted the axe swinging down upon her yet again but she managed to push herself backwards, causing the blade to entrench itself into Terri's head instead, blood spurting everywhere. The dark crimson splattered onto Ginny's face and clothes, who retched as she crawled backward until she couldn't move no more, her back hitting the wall.

She was running out of chances, and space to move as she could only watch as Jason heaved the axe out of Terri's head, afterward treading ever closer to her, her fate almost inevitable but something caught her eye which gave her a slight glimmer of hope in her bid to escape.

Propped up against the wall, in a similar fashion as Ginny currently was, sat a decaying corpse which appeared to have been there a lot longer than the others. Embedded in the back of its head, Ginny saw what appeared to be an ice-pick or a kitchen utensil of some sort, reaching out and pulling on it until it was out of the corpse's head, looking away when maggots and other disgusting things oozed out as well. Ugh! Disgusting!

Eyes back on Jason, she observed him taking up the axe once more and, before he could strike her down, Ginny gripped the weapon tightly in her palm and thrust it vigorously into his gut. Still holding on, she pushed him back, back until he hit the wall, letting go of it once she was satisfied that it was in as far as it would go. Not wasting time just standing around and waiting for him to pull it out, Ginny side-stepped and darted out of the room through the open door back into the dimly-lit tunnel.

In no time at all, she'd reached the hole she'd fallen through earlier, looking up to see the moonlight shining dimly in the cabin above. Looking back in the direction she'd just come from, there was no sound of thundering footsteps so she was alright, for the moment.

"Paul? Paul, are you okay?!" Ginny exclaimed, her voice echoing throughout the lonely tunnel, knowing that if he didn't hear her then, that it meant that he was probably…

DUM! DUM! DUM! There they were. The thundering footsteps belonging to one Jason Voorhees, and Ginny couldn't wait any longer to hear Paul's reply before the hulk would be upon her. Glancing in the other direction Ginny had no choice but to take it, having absolutely no idea where it could lead but what choice did she have? Following the dirt-covered walls and the dimly-lit lanterns, Ginny would turn back every so often to see if she was being pursued, but for the moment she wasn't. As the tunnel started to open up into another room, Ginny found it to be a lot bigger than the one that she was in moments ago and also noticed that it looked like Jason spent a lot of his time in here.

The ceiling was decorated with cold, black chains, looking like snakes hanging from the branch of a tree, some which dangled near enough to the floor, and there was a massive fan built into one of the dirt walls, obviously for air-conditioning reasons, giving the room a slight cool ambience. Taking a longer glance at her surroundings, the dank, dimly-lit room was filled with a variety of equipment you'd see in the back of a carpenter's shop or, more appropriately, at a blacksmith's. In the corner stood a stone wheel with a pedal underneath, which Ginny imagined was used to sharpen his…tools as they were, and others that she didn't recognised.

Some distance behind her Ginny could hear him getting closer, feel the vibrations from his eloquent footsteps pulsating against her feet, and knew that if she didn't find a place to hide quickly, Jason was going to get her. So, with another swift scan of the room, Ginny saw her chance, took it and squeezed under the table that stood next to the sharpening wheel against the wall, perfectly covered by the darkness.

Now, all she had to do was watch, wait, pray that he didn't find her… and take the first opportunity she got in escaping this place of horror…

Up above back in the desolated cabin, which once gave shelter to camp counsellors, allowing them to relax on its velvety sofa and chairs by a blazing fire, play games at the table or cook food in its kitchen, Paul was awakened from his unconsciousness. Not by sheer will or by the shaking of another person in their bid to wake him, but by the sound of Ginny screaming for his help.

However, she sounded so far away, and her voice seemed to echo like she was in a cave or something. Gradually getting up, his face feeling like it'd been battered with a brick and his muscles aching terribly, waning his strength somewhat, he finally stood steadily on his feet, looking down at the dark hole where Ginny must've fallen into.

Well, it can't be too deep if Ginny managed to survive her descent, Paul thought, carefully sitting himself at the edge of the hole before lowering himself down, entering its obscurity with determination in his heart and a lot of vivacity to make sure he, and Ginny, left this place alive in one piece…

Please don't let him find me! Please don't let him find me! Ginny's voice chanted inside her head as she lay under the table, blanketed by the darkness. Her breathing was muffled by her hands covering her mouth, sweat was beading down her face, dampening her clothes, making her itch. She didn't know how long she'd been lying there but it couldn't have been too long.

For the simple reason that, as soon as she'd crawled under the table, Jason had made his appearance, a machete now in his right hand…where did he get that from?…, his other hand pressing against the wound that Ginny had made when she stabbed him with the kitchen utensil. With no idea of where she was hiding, he immediately made for the table on the other side of the room, his boots treading loudly.

Placing the machete upon the table, Jason rummaged around, looking for something to heal the wound or, at least, stop the bleeding, coming up with nothing. He slammed his fist on the table in frustration before using it to grab the top of one of his sleeves and ripping it from its seam. A second later, he did the same to the other, Ginny not surprised to see that they were hiding bulging biceps that could be mistaken for footballs.

Using one of the sleeves as a makeshift bandage, he wrapped the other one around his waist, thankful that it was long enough, tightening it so that it'll at least slow down the bleeding. With his wound taken care of, his mind was now back on finding and taking care of the girl who had managed to elude him at every turn. He then cursed himself for allowing her to stab him. It wasn't a mortal wound, but it didn't stop it hurting like hell.

Retrieving his faithful machete, Jason stormed into one of two tunnels that were exactly parallel to the one he'd entered moments before. If she was trying to escape, she would've gone through one of them. He'd find her, even if it took him all night. He'd find her!

Meanwhile, still hiding underneath the table, Ginny wanted to make sure that Jason was truly gone, for now, before crawling back out, her legs almost cramping if she hadn't. She took a deep sigh of relief and was about to leave through the other tunnel when she heard the most wonderful sound coming from the tunnel that led to the "Room of Death"…

…Paul's whispered voice calling out for her…

"Ginny? Ginny, are you in here?" She could tell that he was trying to keep his voice down, but with his surroundings being surprisingly spacious, it unfortunately caused his voice to echo.

Ginny scurried over to the entrance to the tunnel and poked her head out, nearly jumping out of her skin when she almost bumped into Paul. Without saying any words, because they weren't really needed, they both wrapped their arms around each other, locked in a bear-hug, Ginny crying in happiness at the fact that he was alive.

"Oh god, Paul…I…I thought you were…dead," she whispered, caressing his cheek softly, noticing that he had a nice bruise there, coloured in dark green, blue and purple.

Paul smiled, but he knew that they didn't have much time to chat. The psychotic killer, who he knew by now was actually Jason Voorhees, would be coming back this way any second and they needed to get out of here if they had any chance of surviving this night.

"Oh thank God you're safe, Ginny. Come on…we've got no time to talk. We need to find a way out of here before he comes back." Paul informed, grabbing Ginny by the hand and leading her into the other tunnel that resided right next to the one that Jason had disappeared into just a few moments ago.

Now that they were reunited once again, Ginny felt safe…if only a little. Jason was still amongst them and, until he was either dead or they were far away from this awful place, she would never feel truly safe.