Notes: I do not own the Friday the 13th franchise or any of its characters. They belong to Victor Miller, Sean Cunningham, New Line Cinema, and Horror, Inc.
This story is based on an online match I played in the Friday the 13th video game, where I was Part 2 Jason. Fittingly, the map was Packanack Lodge, just like in the movie. Two people were playing as A.J., so for this story, I decided to name the second one Samantha. For her, just picture A.J. with all black hair.
Hope you enjoy, and sorry for any bad writing.
Jason Voorhees moved around his homemade shack. A group of teenagers had decided to set up a campsite in the Crystal Lake area. A place called Packanack Lodge. The lodge itself was a big green building. Jason would not allow the teenagers to set up camp there. Not after what happened to him, and then his mother, Pamela. But though she was deceased, he could still hear her speaking to him in his head. And she wanted him to kill anyone who entered the Crystal Lake area. Jason was going to do it. He wanted to make his mother proud. He was currently dressed in blue overalls, a blue and white striped shirt, and brown shoes. Jason had a deformed face, but was currently covering it up with a burlap sack, with an eye hole cut out so he could see. He was wielding a pickaxe.
Jason had already made his way into the campsite and, with his mom's instructions, removed the car batteries and emptied the gas tanks while the counselors were all away. He had even found the phone box and broke it. He then found the teens sitting around a campfire, and killed one of them, a man named Rob. The other counselors had, of course, screamed and ran in all directions. Jason had started to give chase, but his mother's voice urged him to return to his shack, which is why he was there now. She wanted him to take some supplies to aid himself in his hunt: some bear traps and throwing knives.
Pamela also explained that she was able to put up a barrier around the campsite. A barrier made of mist, but it was so thick, no person would be able to pass through without a vehicle. However, she revealed that she could only sustain it for a short time, and had first put it up when Jason killed Rob. Which meant that he would have to act quickly if he was going to kill all the counselors.
They're here, Jason. Find Them!" Pamela told her son.
Jason stepped out of his shack, and decided to place one of his bear traps at the entrance, in case anyone decided to break in. Then, he turned in the direction of the campsite, and began his hunt.
The seven counselors-Brandon, Eric, AJ, Samantha, Kenny, Tiffany, and Jenny-had scattered throughout the campsite after the death of their friend Rob. They were all horrified and devastated. There was a killer here with them! Currently, Brandon, Samantha, and Eric were all at Packanack Lodge. Eric was in the kitchen, Samantha was out on the porch, and Brandon was by the fireplace. Brandon peered through the kitchen doorway and saw Eric rummaging through a drawer. A look of disbelief crossed his face.
"Dude, are you seriously fixing a fucking snack?! We just saw someone get killed!! Someone's here in the camp, trying to murder us!!!" he shouted.
Eric glared at him. "I am NOT trying to fix a snack, I'm getting out the kitchen knives so we have something to defend ourselves!!" the bespectacled boy yelled back.
Brandon was stunned. "Oh," he said, "I'm sorry. That's a really smart idea."
"Thank you," replied Eric. He passed one to Brandon.
Suddenly, they heard a shout. It sounded like Samantha. "Sam?!" Brandon called, whirling around.
No one replied. But just then, there came some very strange noises. There was the sound of a door banging repeatedly, like someone was opening and shutting it over and over again. There was also the sound of Sam's voice, grunting and groaning.
The two boys looked at each other, bewildered. "What the hell is she doing?!" Eric cried.
"I don't know, but I'm gonna go look!" replied Brandon.
The athlete made his way over to the staircase by the wall that led to the rec room. Brandon peered around the corner. "Sam, what the fuck are you..." he started to say.
But the rest of Brandon's sentence was lost in a horrified scream. Standing in front of the door was Jason Voorhees, pickaxe in hand. On the floor next to him was the dead body of Samantha, the right side of her head caved in. Jason had grabbed Sam on the porch, put her head in the doorway, and repeatedly swung the door against her head until it crush the side of her face. He then dropped her dead body on the floor, picked up his weapon, and was now looking right at Brandon.
The boy turned around and bellowed to Eric, "HE'S HERE!!! AND HE FUCKING KILLED SAM!!!"
Eric screamed too. Then Jason stepped into view from around the corner. Brandon ran to the door, thrust it open, and sprinted out of the lodge. Eric slammed the kitchen door shut and locked it. He then stepped back and waited, shaking. Would Jason try to go after him, or Brandon?
He got his answer a moment later when, much to his horror, he saw the lock shake. Jason chose him! The lock continued to jiggle for several seconds. Seeing this, Eric thought, Whoa, he can't get in! I'm safe!
"Ha! Can't get in here, asshole!" he taunted.
Just then, the lock stopped shaking. Eric listened, but couldn't hear anything. Did he go away? The boy wondered. Suddenly, with a loud crunch that made Eric jump and scream, a sharp object appeared through the doorway. It was one of the blades of Jason's pickaxe! As Eric watched, the blade retracted. But then it punctured the door again, and again!
He's breaking down the fucking door! Eric realized in horror. He looked behind him, and saw a closed window. Thinking quickly, Eric crossed the room and threw the window open. He then began to climb out of it, praying that he could get his admittedly chubby exterior out in time.
Behind him, Jason finally hacked the door down. He stepped into the room and saw Eric climbing out of the window. Jason made his way over, swung his pickaxe...and missed Eric's leg by inches. Instead, it shattered the window.
Eric screamed as he fell to the ground, which was about six feet under the window. Some of the shards of glass had sunk into his leg when Jason broke the window. Getting up from the ground as quickly as he could, Eric shook his pants leg to get rid of the glass. He then spotted one of the small cabins reserved for the campers on the side of a hill.
Eric remembered it being a single room cabin, with a balcony in front, a staircase on the side that led to the door, and a window on the back that could be climbed into from the hill. He tried to run over, but the pain in his leg made it difficult. He heard footsteps behind him and gave a sideways glance to the lodge. With another scream, he saw Jason running after him!
Eric quickly turned back to the cabin and ran as fast as his injured leg would allow. He made his way up the hill to the back window. Unfortunately, the window was closed! With a cry of fright, Eric threw the window open and climbed into the cabin. By now, he could feel his leg bleeding from the glass shards. He quickly shut the window, then turned to the door. He reached over to lock it...and screamed in terror as it was thrown open.
There stood Jason. Eric swung the knife...and Jason blocked it with his pickaxe. Before Eric could do anything else, Jason grabbed him and threw him to the floor. The knife fell out of his hand.
"PLEASE, NO!!!" Eric begged as he tried to crawl away.
But Jason would have none of it. He hoisted Eric up and swung the pickaxe into his face. The boy's screams stopped as the spot between his eyes was punctured, breaking his glasses and piercing his skull. Blood spurted from his face, and his body went slack. Jason dislodged the blade and watched Eric's corpse fall to the floor. Then he walked out of the cabin.
At the edge of the camp, Jenny had reached the cul-de-sac where the cars were parked. "Yes! Thank God!" she cheered in relief, "Now to get in and find the others."
She hurried over to her yellow Volkswagen Beetle and climbed inside. She put the key in the ignition...and nothing happened.
"What the hell?!" she cried, turning the key a few more times. Still, nothing happened. It was as if her car was dead. "Are you serious?!" she yelled.
She popped open the hood, got out of the car, and went around to the front...and let out a yell of shock. Her car battery was missing. It was as if someone had reached in and taken it out. Jenny couldn't believe it. Then, she looked over at Kenny's blue Kia Forte. Kenny always had a habit of leaving his door unlocked. He wasn't afraid of burglars.
Jenny went over and opened his driver side door, and reached down to the lever that opened his hood. She went around to the front, looked down, and let out another anguished yell; Kenny's battery was missing too.
"What the fuck?!" she moaned. Who could have taken the car batteries?! Then, with a surge of terror, she realized, It must have been the killer! What could she do now?!
Frantically, Jenny looked around the cul-de-sac. Then, something caught her eye. One of the cabins had a red and white radio tower next to it. "I can use that to call for help!" She realized.
Jenny quickly made her way over to the cabin and threw the door open. Making her way inside, she turned around and slid the barricade into place. Most of the cabin doors were fitted with barricades. She then turned to her left and saw the other door at the end of a hallway. The girl sprinted over, and shut and locked that door, too. She then quickly made her way back to the lounge area where she entered.
Looking around, Jenny saw a fireplace with two armchairs in front of it, a bookshelf, a desk...and there, on the opposite corner of the room, to her immense relief, was a large radio sitting on a table! It looked like a CB radio. Jenny ran over, hoping it still worked. She saw numbers in bright red and green lights on the little screens. She turned the dial, and was greeted with the sound of static. The radio worked!
She leaned toward the microphone and tentatively asked "Hello? Can anyone hear me?!"
Her heart flew into her mouth when a voice answered a few moments later, "Hello, who's this?"
Jenny was filled with joy. Someone was responding! "Oh god, please help us!!!" she wailed, "there's someone here, trying to kill us!!!"
"Where are you calling from, and who's after you?" replied the voice, which Jenny could tell was a man's.
"We're the counselors at Packanack Lodge, and I don't know who it is!" Jenny began to sob, "They're just wearing overalls, and what looks like a bag over their head! And they've got a pickaxe!"
There was a pause, then the man's voice continued, "All right, I'm pretty sure I know who's after you."
"WHO IS IT?!" cried Jenny.
"I'll explain later," was the reply, "Listen, I'm not far from Packanack, and I know which cabin you're calling from, because I know the area. I'm heading to you now. You need to barricade yourself in there until I arrive, okay? I'll knock on one of the windows when I get there."
"Thank you!" Jenny squealed into the microphone, "By the way, who are you?"
"Tommy Jarvis," replied the man.
In the center of the campsite, Kenny, AJ, and Tiffany had come across the cabin with the broken phone box.
"Damn it, it's busted!" cried Tiffany, "How are we going to call the police?!"
"There's a backup phone fuse in a closet inside the cabin. We can use that!" replied Kenny.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of someone running. They looked around...and were startled to see Brandon sprinting toward them.
"Brandon!" AJ cried, "Where have you been?! What happened to you?! And where are the others?!"
"Guys..." Brandon started, breathing heavily, "Sam is dead..." The others grew shocked. "And I think Eric might be too," Brandon continued.
"What do you mean you THINK?!" cried Tiffany.
"Sam, Eric, and I were in Packanack Lodge. We were looking for anything we could use to defend ourselves," Brandon told them. "Eric and I were in the kitchen. He suggested using the knives. We both took one...but then that man came in and...and killed Sam! And I...I bolted out the door," his voice choked, "God, I left Eric by himself! I only focused on getting myself out!"
The others were horrified. They now had two, possibly three dead friends, and a killer after them.
"How could you?!" Tiffany whispered.
"I don't know," Brandon said, ashamed, "But I promise, I won't abandon any of you again!!"
"You better not," growled Kenny.
Brandon stared solemnly at the ground for a few moments, then looked up at the others and asked, "What were you guys doing just now?"
"Well, Kenny says there's a backup phone fuse we can use to repair the phone box and call the police. He says it's inside this very cabin," said AJ.
"Then let me help you find it!" Brandon replied.
The four quickly made their way into the cabin. Kenny led the way to the back, where sure enough, there was a supply closet. Opening the door, Kenny rummaged around until he found what he was looking for: A small yellow and black glass tube, with wires inside. The phone fuse.
"Here it is!" he said triumphantly. He then turned to AJ. "You said you know a thing or two about mechanics, right?" he asked her.
"Yeah, my dad works for the electric company. He taught me everything I know," she replied, nodding.
Kenny then held out the fuse to her. "Do you think you could go out and fix the box?"
AJ stared at the fuse for a moment before finally nodding. "Okay, but if I'm going out, then someone should go with me. Also..." she added, walking into the room next to them. She then came back, holding two baseball bats. "I'm taking one of these with me," she finished. "Who wants the other one?"
Kenny, Brandon, and Tiffany looked at the bats, then each other. Then Kenny spoke up. "I'll take one," he said. "Tiffany, why don't you wait by the phone? See it on the wall over there? You can make the call when AJ finishes fixing the box."
Tiffany nodded, and walked over to the phone. Kenny passed the phone fuse to AJ, who was then approached by Brandon.
"I'm coming with you," he told her. She looked at him doubtfully. "I promise, I won't run away again," he said, "I owe it to Eric, Rob and Samantha."
AJ stared hard at him for a few moments. Then, finally, she nodded. "Come on," she told him.
As they started for the door, Kenny called out, "Good luck..." They nodded grimly.
AJ and Brandon made their way around the cabin to the busted phone box. AJ knelt down and opened up the panel. She carefully extracted the broken phone fuse, and set it on the ground.
As she reached for the new fuse, Brandon suddenly yelled, "Oh God, HURRY!"
AJ turned toward him, and saw something that made her blood run cold. Less than fifty feet away, Jason Voorhees was heading right for them! His pickaxe was dripping with blood. AJ quickly picked up the replacement fuse and began to install it.
Brandon, meanwhile, gripped his knife tightly. No more would he run away. It was time to avenge his friends, and kill this murderous motherfucker. "DIE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" he screamed, and ran up to Jason.
He furiously swung the knife twice, but Jason dodged both swings, then took a swing with his pickaxe. He swung downward...and Brandon leaped out of the way. The pickaxe became stuck in the ground. Jason went to pull it out, but Brandon slashed him across the arm, causing him to recoil.
"HA! YOU LIKE THAT, ASSHOLE?!" the athlete taunted.
But as Brandon went to swing again, Jason's fist suddenly lashed out and bashed him across the head. Brandon staggered backwards...and dropped his knife. Jason managed to pull his pickaxe out of the ground, and walked toward Brandon. He swung the blade up...and it went into the bottom of Brandon's jaw and out of the top of his head. Brandon's arms briefly went up in a feeble attempt to grasp at the pickaxe, before his body went slack and fell to the ground. AJ screamed in horror. Jason walked over to Brandon's corpse and wrenched his pickaxe free before turning to AJ.
A blue pickup truck pulled up to the entrance of the Packanack Lodge campsite. The driver side door opened, and out stepped a man with blonde hair, wearing a blue jacket. A shotgun was strapped to his back. Shutting and locking the door, he turned and walked toward the entrance. As he approached the archway, he noticed a cloud of mist that seemed to stretch around the camp area.
He walked up to the mist...and as he passed through, he noticed it felt...heavy. It felt as if he was trying to push against something solid! Quickly, though, he made it through, but stopped to ponder.
"Mist is never that heavy. Don't tell me this is somehow Jason's doing?!"
Yes, he knew Jason. He had encountered him before, FOUGHT AND SEEMINGLY KILLED HIM before. But apparently, the latter wasn't the case.
"I need to find and save those counselors now! This is between me and Jason!" he muttered to himself. With that statement, Tommy Jarvis proceeded into Packanack, heading for the radio tower.
Back in the center of the camp, AJ had managed to fix the phone box.
"CALL THEM NOW!!!" she screamed to Tiffany and Kenny. She then picked up her baseball bat and turned to face Jason.
Inside the cabin, Tiffany quickly dialed 911. After a few rings, a man's voice said, "911, what's your emergency?"
"PLEASE HELP US!" Tiffany shouted. "We're the counselors at Packanack Lodge! There's someone here trying to KILL US ALL! He's got a pickaxe, and he's wearing some kind of bag over his head!"
"A bag...?" came the reply, "Is this some kind of prank?"
Tiffany couldn't believe it, they thought she was lying! "NO, THIS IS NOT A PRANK!" She screamed, "HE'S ALREADY KILLED SOME OF US AND..."
The rest of Tiffany's sentence was lost to the sound of AJ screaming. The goth mechanic tried to swing the baseball bat at Jason, but he managed to knock the bat away, and grabbed her. He then gripped her face, and began pressing her eyes in, causing her screams. Then, with an audible squelch, he pushed her lifeless body to the ground, and looked in the window, right at Tiffany and Kenny.
The two counselors screamed in terror. "HE JUST KILLED ANOTHER ONE OF US!" shrieked Tiffany.
"Where'd you say you were? Packanack Lodge?" the officer asked. "YES! PLEASE HURRY!" she shouted.
Outside, Jason saw the girl talking into the phone. Picking up the pickaxe, he walked over to the phone box and swung the blade into it. There was a bursting sound, a shower of sparks, and the phone box was broken again. Then Jason put his remaining bear trap down in front of the box, in case the counselors tried to fix it again.
Inside the cabin, Tiffany and Kenny heard the sound of the line going dead. "FUCK!" Kenny shouted, "Let's get out of here!"
Suddenly, the walkie talkie on his belt began to crackle. Kenny and Jenny had each found and taken a walkie talkie that morning while they were setting up the camp. "Kenny, it's Jenny!" came Jenny's voice.
"Jenny, where are you?!" yelled Kenny, "That guy's killed Brandon, Samantha, AJ, and Eric! We've got to get to the cars!"
"I already tried that! But Kenny...SOMEONE'S RIPPED THE BATTERIES OUT!!!" came Jenny's frantic reply.
Kenny and Tiffany stared at each other in horror. Their car batteries were missing?! How the hell were they going to get out?! Suddenly, Tiffany pointed in fright at the window. Jason had disappeared.
"Where'd he go?" she whimpered.
Before Kenny could answer, there came a crunching noise from down the hall. They turned to look...and were horrified to see Jason working on breaking down the door by the supply closet! "HE'S COMING IN!!!" shouted Kenny.
Just then, Jenny called to them over the walkie, "Listen guys, there's a man named Tommy here who's come to help us! He and I are at the tool shed! You've got to get out of there and make your way over to us! Hurry!!"
Tommy had swiftly made his way over to the cabin with the radio tower. He approached one of the windows at the back of the cabin and knocked on the glass. He heard what sounded like a yelp from inside, then Jenny's face appeared at the lower left corner. She had been curled up in a sitting position, hiding from Jason.
"Open up, it's me, Tommy!" He cried. Jenny quickly stood up and unlocked the window. Tommy opened it himself, then climbed in.
"You're here!! Thank you so much!!!" Jenny cried through her sobbing. She went to hug him in gratitude, until she saw his shotgun. "What's that for?!" she asked nervously.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm here to help," Tommy said, "I'm only going to use this on Jason."
"Jason?" Jenny replied, "Is that the person hunting us?!"
"Yes," replied Tommy, "His name is Jason Voorhees."
Jenny's jaw dropped, and her mind reeled. "Jason Voorhees?!" she cried, "But, wasn't he that kid who drowned in Crystal Lake years ago?!"
Tommy nodded, "Yes, but somehow he came back. Let's try to find your friends, and I'll explain it as we go. I'll help you get to your cars."
"We can't!" Jenny cried, "Someone took the batteries out and made off with them!"
Tommy's mouth dropped, and he looked out the window apprehensively. "Damn, he's getting smarter," he muttered. Turning back to Jenny, he asked,"Do any of you guys have walkie talkies around here?"
Hearing this, Jenny quickly fished her walkie out of her pocket and showed it to him. "My friend Kenny has one too," she told him.
"Good, call him up and tell him to meet us at the camp entrance," replied Tommy, "I brought my truck, you guys can all pile into the back, and I'll get you outta here."
This time, Jenny did hug him. "Thank you so much!!!" she squealed. Tommy nodded with a grin. Jenny quickly pushed the button on her walkie. "Kenny, it's Jenny!"
Tiffany and Kenny looked at each other, stunned. A complete stranger named Tommy had found Jenny, and he wanted to help them? They weren't sure if they could trust him. Unfortunately, they didn't have much time to think about it; Jason was breaking in!
"WE NEED TO GO!!!" shouted Tiffany.
The two made their way to the front door and flung it open, just as Jason finished breaking down the back door. They quickly darted for the edge of the camp, where the tool shed was. They ran over a hill as fast as they could. Then, suddenly, the tool shed and the camp entrance came into view! As the two of them approached it, they could see Tommy and Jenny peeking out from behind the shed.
"Over here!" called Jenny. Kenny and Tiffany quickly made their way over to the pair, slowing to a stop.
"Who are you?" Kenny asked, facing Tommy.
"My name is Tommy, and I'm here to help," Tommy replied, "And the man hunting you guys is named Jason Voorhees."
Tiffany and Kenny were dumbfounded. "Jason...Voorhees?" Tiffany asked slowly, "The kid who drowned in Crystal Lake, like, three decades ago?"
"That's correct," said Tommy, "I don't know how, but somehow he came back to life. I don't know, maybe he never actually drowned. But several years ago, Jason came after me and my family. We used to live in another part of these woods. But apparently, Jason thinks of these woods as his territory only. He found our home and..." Tommy began to choke on his words, "He killed my mother."
The others all gasped. Tommy then continued his story, "He then tried to kill me and my sister, Trish, with a machete. Trish managed to knock the machete out of his hand, and I...I picked it up and struck him in the head with it." The girls gasped, and Kenny whistled. "Jason fell to the ground and stopped moving."
"So you killed him!" said Jenny.
"I THOUGHT I killed him," said Tommy. "The paramedics loaded his and my mother's bodies into the ambulances and took them to the morgue. Trish and I were taken to the police. We learned that through the autopsy, they were able to identify him as Jason Voorhees. We then had a funeral for my mother, and after that...they put me into a mental hospital."
The others all widened their eyes at this. "They wanted to try and help me recover. But they took Trish away from me, and put her into an orphanage," he added sadly. "My father was a cop, but he and my mom got divorced when I was little. So it was just my mom taking care of me and Trish...until Jason got her."
At that, the counselors all offered their condolences. "Thank you," he told them. "Anyway, a few days after I was admitted, I heard some of the guards whispering. Jason's body was missing from the morgue...and two of the doctors were dead."
The others dropped their jaws. Tommy continued, "I somehow knew it in my mind: He was still alive. I thought he would come for me or Trish...but he never did. I've been waiting for years, but I guess he just came back to these woods and stayed here."
The three counselors all stood there in silence. Tommy then looked up at them. He had solemnly lowered his head during his story.
"Look, let's just get in my truck and get out of here. It's on the other side of the entrance," he told them, pointing to the archway, which was right by the tool shed. "Is this everyone left?" he asked them. They all nodded. "Okay, let's go."
They all made their way over to the entrance. There was still a cloud of mist surrounding it. Tommy walked up to the cloud. He went to pass through...and stopped abruptly. He felt as if he had slammed into an invisible wall again!
"What the fuck?! He cried.
The others stared, bewildered. Tommy put his hand up to the mist...and found he couldn't pass through it this time. Horrified, he turned to the others. "It's as solid as a wall!!" he yelled.
Kenny, Tiffany, and Jenny stood there, shocked. They tried to pass their hands through the mist, but found they also couldn't.
"We can't pass through!" Jenny wailed.
"So...does that mean we're stuck here?!" cried Kenny.
"It looks that way..." Tommy replied shakily.
"Then...HOW DO WE GET OUT OF HERE?! HOW DO WE GET TO YOUR TRUCK?!" Tiffany shouted.
"I'm not sure!" Tommy cried. Then he saw something behind them. "LOOK OUT!" he shouted, pointing his finger.
The group turned around. There was Jason, running toward them. To their horror, he didn't seem tired at all.
As he got closer, Tommy bared his teeth. "Get behind me!" he bellowed to the others.
They did, quickly. Tommy then walked forward and brought up his shotgun. Jason was only fifteen feet away. With a snarl, Tommy pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang, and Jason fell to the ground. For a moment, no one spoke, they just let the shock sink in. Then, they all started cheering loudly and jumping for joy.
"YES!!!" whooped Kenny and Tiffany.
"YOU DID IT!!!" squealed Jenny.
Tommy stared at Jason's body, unsure. Did I really do it this time? He wondered.
Kenny smiled, walked over to Tommy, and looked down at Jason's body. "Take that, you motherf..." he started.
But then it happened. Jason's visible eye opened, and he sat up. He was still alive! The teenagers' cheers of joy turned into screams of terror.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" shouted Kenny.
"OH MY GOD!!!" wailed Tiffany.
"HOW?!" shrieked Jenny.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" Tommy yelled, shaking his head in disbelief.
Kenny backed away from Jason. "YOU CAN'T BE ALIVE!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" he bellowed.
Jason rose from the ground and grabbed Tommy by the throat, preparing to choke him. But Tommy, thinking quickly, reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. He managed to jab Jason in the shoulder with it, causing the killer to recoil in pain and drop him. The teenagers scattered once more. Jenny and Tiffany in one direction, Tommy and Kenny in another. Jason removed the knife from his shoulder and went after the two men.
Tommy and Kenny darted into a cabin near the tool shed and barricaded the door. Tommy peered through the window. He could see Jason making his way toward them.
"He's coming!" He cried, turning to Kenny. Then his eyes widened. Kenny was holding some kind of metal box in his hands. It looked like… "Is that a car battery?!"
"Yeah!" The head counselor replied, "In fact...I think this is MY car battery! That bastard must have ripped it out!"
Then, they heard it. The crunching of wood. Jason was breaking down the front door. "No," Kenny moaned, "my car is at the back of the camp, where the girls ran off to!"
Tommy looked around the room. At the back corner, he saw a closed window. "Hurry, kid, open the window, and get yourself and the battery out of here!"
"What about you?!" Kenny cried.
"I've got to either finish this, or hold him off and give you enough time," Tommy replied grimly, reloading his gun.
At that moment, with a final crunch of broken wood, Jason appeared in the doorway. He glowered at the two boys. As Kenny hurried to open the window, Tommy aimed the barrel of his shotgun at the hulking brute.
"NO MORE!!!" He bellowed. He pulled the trigger again, and shot Jason in the face.
With another huge bang, Jason's burlap sack was blown from his face. He fell to the ground, the sack in tattered rags around him. He lay unmoving, as the two men tentatively approached. They grimaced at what they saw.
He had a mop of ginger hair on his head, as well as a beard. The left side of his face was relatively normal, but the right side was visibly slanted, the eye noticeably smaller than his other one. There was a prominent crease going across his forehead. Blood was pouring from his cheeks where Tommy shot him.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Kenny gagged. He felt like he was going to be sick.
"Yep," Tommy nodded, "just as ugly as ever." But…surely THIS time, it was over…?
And then Jason sprang up. Before either of the boys could react, he brought his pickaxe up, swung fast, and sunk the blade into Tommy's left leg. Tommy screamed in pain and fell to the floor, dropping his shotgun as Jason stood up. Kenny bellowed in horror as the killer raised his weapon, towering over Tommy.
"Run, Kid!!!" Tommy gurgled painfully.
But those would be his last words. Jason swung his pickaxe down, embedding one of the blades into Tommy's head. Tommy went slack jawed, his head slumping slightly forward. His last thought was hope that the remaining counselors would somehow manage to escape from Jason.
Kenny screamed in despair again. As fast as he could, he grabbed his car battery and bolted to the window. He hurled himself out just in time. Jason came over, and swung the pickaxe into the wooden wall, missing the head counselor by mere inches.
Kenny scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could toward the back of the camp. He felt absolutely horrible. Tommy had come to save him and his fellow counselors from Jason, and now he was dead. And how the FUCK could Jason survive two shotgun blasts?! Kenny didn't know, and he didn't have time to figure it out. Right now, his only priority was finding the girls, fixing his car, and getting the FUCK out of the campsite.
Just then, he arrived at the cul-de-sac of cabins. To his enormous relief, his car was there in the middle, parked where he left it. Its hood was raised up. But wait, thought Kenny, what if the car can't get through the mist either? He then shook his head. It had to work. He had to try. It's what Tommy would have wanted.
Kenny quickly approached the car and got to work. Not many people knew it, but he was a decent mechanic himself, almost as good as AJ. He too could perform expert automobile maintenance. In just a few moments, the battery was successfully reinstalled.
"Got it!" he whooped, shutting the hood. Then he looked up at the cabin by the car, and to his immense relief, he saw that Tiffany was inside! "Tiffany!" he called.
Tiffany turned at the sound, and her eyes lit up. "KENNY! Quick, get inside!" she yelled, running to the door and opening it.
"No need, I just reinstalled my battery!" he replied excitedly, "Let's find Jenny and get out of here!"
Tiffany started toward the car, but then stopped. "What about Tommy? Where is he?!" she asked, getting worried.
Kenny's expression saddened. "He...he's gone. Jason killed him," he said. "He gave his life for me. For us. We've got to find Jenny and get out of here NOW."
Tiffany gasped, tears slowly starting to pool her eyes. Then she suddenly looked behind him and screamed. Kenny whirled around, and there was Jason, heading for them.
"OH MY GOD, WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIS FACE?!" She shrieked.
"Yep, that's what he really looks like!" Kenny confirmed.
He looked around, and spotted a small, fallen tree branch. He ran over to it, and was relieved to find that he could pick it up. "THIS TIME, YOU DIE, MOTHERFUCKER!!!" he roared, brandishing the branch.
He ran forward, and swung, whacking Jason in the torso. Once, twice, three times. But as Kenny went for a fourth swing, Jason swung his pickaxe and sliced the branch in half. Before Kenny could get away, the killer grabbed his head. Tugging downward, he forced Kenny to his knees.
"NO!!!" Tiffany screeched, running forward.
She got behind Jason, and began to punch his back and head. Kenny was punching too, punching Jason's arms in an attempt to get him to drop him. But Jason barely seemed to be feeling their punches. Suddenly, he reared his head back, and headbutted Tiffany.
Tiffany staggered backward and fell to the ground, dazed. Jason then put his hands on Kenny's mouth, pulled it open, and stuck his fingers inside. Kenny tried to bite him, but Jason's grip was too strong. Then, Jason started to pull the two halves of Kenny's mouth apart. Kenny screamed as his mouth was pulled wider and wider...until his jaw was ripped off. Blood spurted from what was left of his mouth, and his body fell to the ground. Jason held the bloody bottom half of Kenny's jaw in his hand, looked at it for a moment, then threw it to the ground, too.
Then, he looked at Tiffany. The girl was holding her head and sobbing. "WHY?!" she wailed, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO US?! WHAT DID WE DO TO YOU?!"
But Jason gave no reply. He simply started toward her. "NO!" she screamed, backing away, "FUCK OFF!!!"
Jason reached for her...and then a small, glowing orange object hit him in the neck. It was making a hissing sound. Tiffany yelped, and turned around. There, on a hill, was Jenny! She was holding a small orange pistol. It was a flare gun! She had shot Jason with a flare!
"TIFFANY, COME ON!! THE COPS ARE HERE!!! she screamed.
And sure enough, Tiffany could suddenly hear the sound of sirens in the distance. She couldn't believe it, they were SAVED!!! She quickly got up and ran over to Jenny, who cried, "Look!" and pointed at something in the distance.
Tiffany looked, and to her enormous relief, she saw blue and red flashing lights by the camp entrance! Police cars! "Let's get the fuck out of here and leave that bastard to them!!!" she cheered.
Jenny started to nod in excitement, when she felt a sharp pain in her left leg, causing her to scream, startling Tiffany. The girls looked down, and there was a knife embedded in her lower leg. Tiffany looked behind them, and her heart dropped. Jason was running toward them. To their horror, they saw him pull another knife out of his pocket, and throw it. It flew through the air...and sunk into Jenny's hip. Jenny screamed in pain again. Tiffany screamed too, but in fear.
"Tiffany, run!" Jenny groaned out. Tiffany looked at her in horror.
"NO, I"M NOT LEAVING YOU!!!" she hollered.
Jason was getting closer. "Now!" Jenny hissed.
Tiffany, tears pouring down her face, gave Jenny a brief hug.
"I'm going to miss you," she whispered. Then, she took off down the road.
Jenny turned back around, and there was Jason, standing right over her. "Go to Hell, you son of a bitch!" she growled.
Jason raised the pickaxe, swung it, and buried one of the blades into the left side of Jenny's head. Then he twisted the handle around, causing her head to be twisted around, too. He twisted until Jenny's head was facing backward. Then he dislodged his weapon, and watched her body drop to the ground.
Halfway down the road, Tiffany had turned around to look back at Jenny one last time. With a piercing scream, she watched as Jason twisted her friend's head around. Then, she quickly turned around and sprinted for the camp entrance. She had to make it!
As she got closer, she saw, to her great surprise, a police officer on her side of the arch! He saw her, and held his hand up. "Whoa, miss!" he cried.
Tiffany reached him, and saw two police cars on the other side of the gate. "HELP ME!!! HE'S OVER THERE!!!" she shrieked, pointing behind her.
The officer looked where she was pointing. His brow furrowed. "Who, miss?" he asked.
Tiffany whirled around. To her shock, Jason was gone! He had disappeared! "But...but he was just over there! HE JUST KILLED THE LAST OF MY FRIENDS!!!"
The cop peered into the distance again. He couldn't see anything. "Ma'am, I don't see anyone. Here, why don't you get into my car, and my partner will take you down to the station," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder as he began to guide her to the cars.
"Wait," Tiffany suddenly realized, "how did you get through the mist?"
The cop looked at her like she had two heads. "What?!" he asked, bewildered.
"The mist was as thick as a wall earlier! My friends and I couldn't get through!" She explained as she walked toward the cars.
She put her hand up to the mist cloud experimentally...and to her great surprise, it went through this time! The mist wasn't solid anymore! "What the hell?!" She cried.
The officer was really starting to get disturbed. "Ma'am, I think you better come down to the station. They'll want to question you there," he said slowly.
Tiffany looked back at the officer and realized he didn't believe her. "But he's still in there!" she whimpered, "And so are my friends! HE KILLED THEM ALL! In fact, one of them is on that hill over there!" she exclaimed, pointing in the direction of the hill.
The officer looked at her for a moment, then replied, "The murderer's still in the camp?" Tiffany nodded frantically. "Then leave it to us, ma'am. We'll find him," he replied, pulling out his gun.
He then turned to his partner, a female officer, standing by the left car. "Lauren, get her down to the station. Phil, Alan, with me," he said to the two male officers by the car on the right.
"Yes, sir," they all replied.
Officer Lauren reached out for Tiffany, but she didn't move. "No, guns don't work on him!" she yelled.
They all stopped and stared at her. "A man named Tommy came to help us and shot him with it...but it didn't kill him!" she explained.
The officers all exchanged apprehensive glances. Then the head officer looked back at Lauren. "Get her down to the station now," he ordered.
Lauren nodded and, ignoring Tiffany's protests, ushered her into the back seat of the car. As she got in the driver's seat, she called out, "Be careful!" to her fellow officers.
They all nodded, and entered the camp, guns raised. She then started up the car, and began the drive down to the police station...with the traumatized Tiffany silently sitting in the back, looking fearfully out the window.
Notes: Finished. I've been wanting to share my experiences with the Friday the 13th video game through writing. Despite the number of glitches and obnoxious players I had to put up with, I really enjoyed playing the game, and I'm going to miss it now that its servers have been taken down. I hope you enjoyed the game if you played, and I also hope you enjoyed this story. I'm going to try to post stories based on my experiences as each of the Jasons in the game.
