Epilogue

"Nnnooo! Nnoo!" Ginny was screaming at the top of her lungs, thrashing her arms about as someone was trying to pin them down. She looked up to see Jason's deformed face looking down upon her, leering down at her as his hands inched ever closer to her neck, intending to strangle the very life out of her.

If she was going to die tonight, she was going to go out fighting. She just she was about to hit Jason with all that she was worth, she thought she heard Paul's voice calling out to her.

"Ginny? Ginny, you need to wake up!"

For a second, she looked around, but couldn't see him anywhere. Then she stared back at Jason and noticed that he was talking. However, instead of hearing his voice, she could hear Paul's instead.

"Please Ginny, wake up!"

Suddenly, as though by sheer force of will, Ginny's eyes open, really open, and they eventually settle on a worried-looking Paul, kneeling over her, eyes as wide as hers were. "Paul?" She asked, her mind trying to fathom whether this was a dream or reality. He touched her cheek with the back of his fingers, the touch causing her skin to goose-pimple. The sound of his voice, soft, comforting as they whisper, "Ginny, thank God." His breath hot against her skin. Yeah, this was real.

Taking a good look of her surroundings, she quickly realized that she was back at the lodge, lying down on one of the sofas in the living room, fire still burning in the fireplace, its crackling the only other sound in the room. Strangely, the window that Jason had leapt through to get to her wasn't smashed to pieces, and Muffin was no-where to be seen.

"Paul? What happened?" She asked softly, the effort to do so seemed to drain her of her remaining vigour, feeling ever so exhausted, and she had good reason to be so.

"Well," Paul started, combing back her hair as it threatened to cover her eyes, "After the whole ordeal in the storage shed, you collapsed out of sheer exhaustion. Reasonable really, what with all the hell you've been through tonight." His voice was soft, soothing, made Ginny feel completely safe.

"You have too," she uttered, causing Paul to emit a small laugh, "Yeah, but I'd been knocked out through most of it." He then leant forward and kissed her square on the lips for a few seconds before pulling back, "Now get some rest. The police will be here soon, but we can deal with them when we get to the hospital. Okay?"

"You always know what's best for me, don't you Paul," she uttered softly with a smile before she was answered with a kiss, then blinked her eyes a couple of times before closing them, taking Paul's advice to mind.

While she drifted off to sleep, Paul stood up, making his way over to the fireplace, seeming to be hypnotized by its fiery glow. He should be resting as well, like Ginny, but after what they'd been through tonight, he was afraid to close his eyes. Afraid that they were wrong about Jason being dead and he'd come for them when they were at their most vulnerable. Yet, clearly he was dead after sustaining injuries that Ginny had inflicted upon him with his own machete to save Paul's life. No one could've survived that.

The next time Ginny opened her eyes, it about blinded her with pure, white light. It took her a minute or so for her eyes to adjust to it, squinting and blinking several times until her vision was restored. She soon enough realized that she was lying in a hospital bed. Also to her left she could see that she was hooked up to a heart monitor, hearing it bleep to a gentle beat, telling her that she was in good condition.

Looking to her right, she could see Paul in the chair beside her, his head resting on his forearms on the only space on the bed that wasn't occupied by her leg. He was sound asleep, the only sound she could hear was his soft breathing as he breathed in and out through this nose. He looked so peaceful…so beautiful when he was asleep that she'd almost wished she had her camera with her, but being in her current predicament, that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

Reaching out, still feeling a little weak, Ginny softly placed her hand on top of Paul's head, her fingers carding through his brown curtains, hearing him murmur and seeing him leaning into the caress as he slowly awakened. He blinked his eyes open, wiping away the sleep before they finally set on her, a smile forming on his face, causing his dimples to come into effect.

"Hey there, beautiful." He uttered tenderly, his hand reaching out to grab Ginny's, holding it in both hands before lightly kissing her knuckles. "How are you feeling?"

Ginny sat up on the bed, feeling a little faint for a second, letting out a sigh that sounded to Paul like it was done out of relief, "All right, I guess. Just thankful that it's over." Her mind that flashed back to seeing Sandra's dead body in the kitchen, and the bodies Jason had stashed in his underground lair. The memories immediately caused her eyes to tear up, "Oh god, but the others…", however she couldn't continue as Paul had pulled her gently into his embrace, calming her with continual whispers of "It's okay" while his hand brushed down her hair.

They were soon interrupted by a man in white, who was clearly the doctor monitoring her condition, who was followed by a man dressed in a cream uniform, along with a leather jacket and a gold badge pinned to his left breast, obviously an officer wanting an interview with the two of them.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but this is Sheriff Rodgers. He's come to ask you a few questions, if you are willing?" The doctor asked, Ginny remembering the name from last night, the one she'd spoken to on the phone before it was cut, as the Sheriff approached the bed, Paul taking his seat back on the chair beside it.

Sheriff Rodgers took off his hat, holding it against his chest as he asked, "I know that you should be resting, but I just want to get this over and done with so you can get back to it, okay?"

Ginny nodded, understanding what he wanted from her, turning her head slowly to Paul and asking softly, "Could you leave us for a minute?"

Paul smiled, kissing her tenderly on the forehead before answering, "Of course. I'll be waiting outside until you're finished." He stood up then from the chair, following the doctor out, hearing Rodgers reply, "I'm gonna need a statement from you too," with which Paul answered with a simple, "Alright."

Once they were alone, Rodgers placed his hat on the nearby table and folded his arms over his chest, a sigh escaping his lips as he was about to ask his first question, but Ginny beat him to it, "Is there anyone else alive? Was it just me and Paul left?" He could tell that there was general concern in the young woman's voice, and it made his heart weep at what he was about to reply.

"I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, but…you are correct. We'd found no-one else alive. They were either…scattered around the Counsellor Training Centre or…found below in the tunnels. Again, I am truly sorry."

A tear trailed down one cheek, Ginny not even having the energy to wipe it away as she gathered herself. "Did you at least find his body?" She sniffed, referring to Jason Voorhees, the psychopathic killer who'd managed to savagely butcher almost everyone who attended the Counsellor Training course, except for those who stayed behind at the bar. They proved to be the lucky ones.

What the Sheriff was about to say next wasn't what Ginny wanted to hear, "I'm also sorry to inform that we didn't find the killer's body where your boyfriend told us it was. There was a helluva lot of blood, but there was no body."

Ginny's heart seemed to jump up into her throat, her skin turning cold, her eyes widening at this fact, "What!" She almost screamed it, launching herself upright, but she kept her voice below the level so as not to rouse any attention, "How can that be? He took one to the stomach, and one through the shoulder? When we left him, he wasn't moving! He was clearly dead!"

"Can you vouch for that, miss? Did you or your boyfriend check his pulse to make sure that he was dead?" He didn't mean for it to sound like he was being 'funny' with her or anything, but in situations that they were in last night, you'd have thought they would have, at least, done that.

She gazed back at him with her mouth agape, realization having struck her…hard. From what she could remember from last night, her world had turned black from sheer exhaustion after she'd attacked Jason, and he'd fallen flat on his face, presumably dead. She didn't know or even ask Paul if he'd checked if Jason was really dead, but surely no-one could've survived what she'd done to him, surely?

"On a lighter note, me and my men are doing our utmost best to find him. If he's lost that much blood, he can't have gotten too far." He then shoved his hands into his trouser pockets, turned his head to look toward the window, seeing the light shine through, barely able to look at it for more than a few seconds before his gaze was back on Ginny. The question he'd been wanting to ask before she'd intruded on the tip of his tongue, "Miss? You don't have to answer right the way if you don't want to, but I've got to know," he then inched closer, taking his position at the foot of the bed like he'd done before, "Did you get a good look at the killer? Can you remember anything that could help us further in nailing the bastard?"

Ginny laid back onto the bed, welcoming its softness as it soothed her aching muscles, if only a little, before shaking her head, "No, I didn't get a good look at him. He was wearing a disguise to cover his face, but…" she then stopped, telling herself that he'd probably think her crazy with what she was about to say.

"But what, Ginny? Please, help me catch this guy before he harms anyone else."

Ginny took a breath, "You'd think I was crazy," she said quietly, but not so that he couldn't hear her.

"With what I've experienced as my years as Sheriff, nothing's too crazy for me to comprehend."

"Ok…I believe it to be…Jason, Jason Voorhees." There, she'd said it, however the look on Sheriff Rodgers' face spoke of uncertainty, as though he was trying to believe what she'd said, but rationality seemed to creep its ugly head in.

"Jason Voorhees? Pamela's boy? He's been dead for almost three decades now, miss. It can't be him." He said doubtfully, but Ginny was convinced that it was him, "Care to vouch for that, Sheriff?" She replied, clearly mimicking what he'd asked earlier, the Sheriff not answering her as he leant from one foot to the other. "I've heard that the officers investigating his disappearance never actually found his body," she went on, sitting upright again, "What's not to say that the killer who butchered all my friends, and could've killed me and Paul too, isn't Jason Voorhees?"

What she was trying to suggest was too…fantastical for his mind to work out, but she did make a valid point. Jason's body was never recovered all those years ago, indicating that he could've survived the drowning. Those tunnels they were shown by Paul underneath the Counsellor Training Centre and Camp Crystal Lake could've well been inhabited by Jason, cleverly hiding himself away from the world who long thought him dead.

Suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable about the realization that Jason Voorhees might be amongst the living, and the cause of this horrendous massacre, Sheriff Rodgers retrieved his hat from the table, mounting it back on his top of his head. "I think that's enough questioning for now. I shall leave you alone to get some much needed rest. You'd been through a helluva lot last night."

As he was about to leave the room, he turned back, "Like I said, me and my men will search incessantly for the killer, Jason Voorhees or not." He said with determination, before he bowed his hat to her and left, allowing Paul to pass by him on his way out.

Whether the sheriff believed her or not about Jason, Ginny couldn't help, but breathe a sigh of relief as she laid back against the pillows, leaning into Paul's touch as he brushed the loose strands of hair away from her face. She didn't much care anyway, now that she was away from Crystal Lake and finally safe from the horror that dwelled there…

Little did she know that, somewhere amongst the trees that surrounded the small hospital outside, a bulky man was stumbling through it; his overalls coloured in wet crimson, his breathing raspy as he forced his body , his stamina onwards, both hands pressing hard against both wounds. Amongst all that, Jason had managed to elude the police, and track Ginny and Paul to a memorial hospital in the neighbouring town of Newton they were residing in. In the hour-and-an-half that it took for him to get there, using the shortcuts, his wounds were already healing, surprising even Jason for he did not know his body could mend itself as quickly as it was doing now.

He could've lost his arm back there, if he weren't so burly in his physique, and he knew that he would've been dead, if it weren't for his inhuman healing ability. However, he couldn't dwell on it for too long, for he had a score to settle inside that hospital…and nothing was going to stand in his way until he'd completed what he'd started…

The End?

Author's Note: Alright, so that's the end of another chapter in my "reinvention" of the Friday the 13th series! I also wanted to end it like that so when I start to write up the next installment, plainly titled Friday the 13th III, I'd be able to include both Ginny and Paul as well as Chris Higgins and her brood from Part 3, but maybe change the characters of Chilli, Chuck, Fox, Loco, and Ali into characters more relatable. I personally don't like them! You lot might, but I don't. Period. It also gives me the opportunity to invent original, gruesome deaths for them. I should have the "Details" section and Chapter One up soon, so please watch out for it and don't forget to R & R! It gives me my inspiration! b(^-^)d