DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN JASON, CRYSTAL LAKE, OR ANYTHING ELSE BUT MY CHARACTERS :)

Chapter 2: The Arrival

This story begins with an innocent camping trip with me and a small group of friends.

I sit in a car packed to the ceiling with luggage of mine and my friends', Jake, Marissa and Anthony. I met both Jake and Anthony in high school, but i met Marissa in middle school and have been friends with her ever since.

We are currently on the road to the famous Camp Crystal Lake, or Camp Blood, as some people call it around here.

Why is it called Camp Blood? Over a hundred people have been murdered violently on it's grounds, scary huh? Apparently not to my friends...they have dragged me onto this trip basically against my will.

"You ready for this Aliss?"

A familiar voice snaps me back into reality, the voice belonging to my best friend, Marissa.

"Sure." I respond bluntly.

"Wow i can really hear the enthusiasm in your voice there Aliss."

"I didn't really want to go on this trip in the first place Marissa.."

"Of course you did! Do you know what going on this trip could achieve for all of us?"

"An early death?"

"No," Marissa states to me, "we could make history baby! If we come back with proof of Jason's death or any news about him being still alive, we could be in the news! Famous!"

"Yea," I state, "the only area in the news we will get in is the recent deaths section..."

"Party pooper." Marissa responds.

I slouch in my seat, my butt getting numb from sitting in the same position for nearly an hour. Marissa's dream ever since she was young was to be famous, she always talks about it, but at age 22, she still hasn't gotten anywhere

"And what if we never leave the camp alive?" I state.

"Oh well, at least we tried." Marissa responds.

I swiftly shove my midnight black hair out of my face. Does she really want to risk all of our lives to prove a fact that might not even get us anywhere in life?

A sign flies past the car, I only got a glance at it.

Crystal Lake

3 Miles

A few moments later we pass the enterance of the campground, I remind myself that one of the boys, Jake, owns a house on the lake, a large cabin.

A few moments later we arrive at the large log cabin, two stories, an inside in-ground pool, four bedrooms and two bathroom. My two other friends seem just as impressed as I am.

"Where do you get the money to own so many houses Jake?" Marissa wonders.

Jake chuckles, obviously feeling some pride showing off his house, "I have my sources" he states.

"Ooooo" she states, the tone in her voice tells me she is interested in him, of course.

Marissa is one of those people who has the ability to basically fly through boyfriends like a car speeding through a forest, the trees in that situation would be the boys...basically Marissa goes through on average about three boyfriends a month, five at the most. I'm sure she isn't a virgin anymore to be honest, but who is at this age...besides me.

"Well, lets go guys" Jake says, stepping out of the car.

We all join him and unpack our things, aswell as choosing our own rooms for the weekend.