Hey guys! I'm glad that yu're all enjoying my story! And just to let you know, I don't think tis chapter is as good as the others, so give me some comments on it an I may be redoing it later! But enjoy this version for now!
Ch. 7 –
"Hey did you know some people say that a kid drowned out at the camp a long time ago?" Dillon says as the four friends pull out of a small gas station. Beth is already holding onto the blond boy's every word, and Miranda is trying to feign nonchalance, but even she is interested. Only Kryssi really doesn't give a crap. She's too busy brooding, as always.
"What happened to him?" Miranda finally inquires while she meticulously files her perfectly manicured, French Tipped nails.
"Well I heard that he supposedly drowned in the lake, but then something happened and he came back to life just in time to see his mother get killed." The teen grins slyly as Miranda's eyes widen.
"Why would they kill his mom?" Beth asks in a slightly trembling voice.
"Cause," Dillon answers, "she was the cook at the camp, and the counselors were off making out and having sex while her son drowned, so she ended up going crazy and killing them. But one of the only surviving counselors managed to behead her, and the story goes that her son saw it, and now he lives in the forest around the camp killing anyone that invades his territory."
By this time Kryssi has tuned in and her green gaze is fixed on Dillon. "What was the boy's name?" she probes.
Dillon thinks for a moment, his brows furrowed in thought. But soon it comes to him.
"His name was Jason Voorhees," the boy answers…
"You're Jason…" Kryssi whispered as she finally came back to the present. She saw the older man start at her words, and then a second later he nodded slowly.
"What do you want?" the teen whimpered, her eyes stinging with salty tears. She had always been the brave one in her group, getting rid of the spiders and roaches that made Miranda and Beth scream in terror. But even she had her limits, and being kidnapped by a strange, supposedly dead man in a scratched up, dirt-stained hockey mask was quite beyond that said limit...
Still, the man before her remained silent, and eventually he turned away and disappeared around a corner, the heels of his boots thumping softly on the packed-earth floor.
When his steps finally faded, Kryssi collapsed back onto the creaky mattress, her head falling into her hands and her elbows resting on her knees as her slim body shudders uncontrollably. Dillon was dead, and the others probably hadn't even noticed that they were gone. Would the brunette ever see her companions again? Or would they meet the same fate that the blond boy had?
As these thoughts raced through the teen's mind, she was startled by a loud jingling. And when she looked for the source of the sound, she saw a long string of bells hanging from the low dirt ceiling. Realizing that these must be how Jason knew where people were, she leapt to her feet, horrified at one of her friends being caught by the murderer.
"NO!" Kryssi screamed, yanking wildly at her restraints. She had to get herself free. She had to save her friends!
But her efforts were all in vain…