RETURN TO CRYSTAL LAKE
CHAPTER 10- THE DISCOVERY
"What the hell was that?" Kevin asked.
"What?" Sean asked, sitting up in his bed.
"It sounded like a scream," Kevin replied.
"I didn't hear anything," Sean said. "It was probably just the wind. It is going to storm."
"I know it is, but I could have sworn I heard something," Kevin stated.
"I'm telling you, man, it's just the wind," Sean insisted.
"No way man, I've seen too many horror movies to say it's just the wind," Kevin said. "I'm gonna go check it out."
"Suit yourself," Sean said, "But I am going to sleep."
"Alright, talk to you later," Kevin said, putting his Boston U. hockey jacket on and heading out the door with his flashlight.
As Sean rolled over to go to sleep, a big flash of lightning struck and instantly, the whole cabin lit up.
What Sean didn't see, however, was that in the back corner of his cabin, hiding the shadows, was the hockey-masked Jason Voorhees.
Slowly stepping toward the helpless Sean, Jason is carrying his machete, which glints in the moonlight.
Sean was lucky that the thunder and lightning woke him up and he rolled over.
Because when he did, Jason was gone.
He never saw a thing.
"This should do it," Scott said, opening the door to cabin six. "I can stay in here."
As Scott set his bags down, he looked around for a bed, but strangely noticed that there wasn't one.
"Shit," Scott said. "Now what do I do? I am too damn tired to worry about it right now."
So Scott went back outside toward his SUV to get a sleeping bag so he could get some much needed shut-eye.
About halfway back toward the SUV, a bright light was shined in his face and he couldn't see who it was.
"Hello?" Scott asked, coming closer to the light. "Who's there?"
As he got closer, he started to see a glint of a reflection of some kind of metal. Freaked out, Scott charged and tackled the one holding the light.
The problem is that it was Kevin.
"Oh shit! Man, I'm sorry!" Scott yelled.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kevin asked.
"Sorry cuz, I thought you were someone else," Scott replied, trying to cover up his mistake.
"Someone else?" Kevin asked. "You aren't the one who is hearing screaming."
"You heard screaming?" Scott asked, puzzled.
"Yeah," Kevin stated, "It sounded like it came from down by the lake. I am gonna go check it out."
"Mind if I come with you?" Scott suggested.
"After what you did to me?" Kevin replied sarcastically. "Let's go. I need a crazy man on my side."
"Alright," Scott explained, "But I need to get my sleeping bag out of my SUV first."
"Okay," Kevin said. "I will go on ahead and you catch up."
"Alright," Scott finished, "See ya in a bit."
"I will be down by the dock," Kevin replied, heading off down the trail.
"Hello? Emmy? Ashley?" Krista asked, knocking on their cabin door.
"Hey, what is it?" Emmy asked, zombie-like as she awoke and opened the door.
"Nikki hasn't come back yet," Krista replied, "And I am getting worried about her."
"Didn't she say she was going to shower?" Emmy asked.
"Yeah," Krista explained, "But she isn't in the shower cabin and she hasn't come back."
"Okay, everything will be fine," Emmy reassured her, "Come in here and stay with us."
"Okay," Krista replied, "Besides, my cabin is freezing and I forgot my blankets."
So Krista went to bed on the bottom of the other bunkbeds by herself, hoping to catch some Z's, while Emmy crawled back into her bed to do the same.
Meanwhile, back at the lake, Nikki just lay there, stunned at what just happened to her.
"Masked man," Nikki kept mumbling to herself, "Oh my god!"
Just then, Kevin came down toward the lake, shining his flashlight around, when he turned and saw Nikki lying there on the ground.
"Oh jesus!" Kevin yelled. "Are you alright?"
Nikki was too stunned to answer him. She just threw her arms around him and held tight.
Finally, she let out a couple words here and there, but all Kevin could catch was "masked man" and "choked me."
"What? Who choked you?" Kevin interrogated.
"M-m-masked man," Nikki replied, muffled.
"Masked man? Who Jason?" Kevin continued.
"N-n-no," Nikki replied. "p-p-Professor."
"The professor?!!" Kevin surprisingly asked.
"Y-y-Yeah," Nikki replied, throwing her head on Kevin's shoulder.
"It's okay, It's okay, I'm here," Kevin said, giving her his jacket and holding her.
Then Nikki leaned up and kissed Kevin hard on the lips.
And that kiss turned into a longer, more passionate one, before Kevin pulled away.
Kevin was shocked. He didn't know what to say.
Nikki was equally shocked. She couldn't believe what she did. But deep down, she loved every second of it.
Kevin was the first to speak.
"Wow, looks like you sprained your ankle," Kevin said, trying to change the subject.
After straightening it out, Scott appeared behind them and scared the crap out of them.
"Damn, Scott, don't scare me like that again," Kevin blared.
"Me? Scare you? Ha Ha," Scott replied. "I guess I am just returning the favor. What the hell happened?"
"She was attacked by the professor," Kevin replied. "He was wearing a white hockey mask and he almost choked her to death."
"What?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, it's true," Nikki replied, "He told us to leave now or else there would be trouble."
That did it.
"Hey, Kwai Chang Kane, motherfucker, I know you can hear me!" Scott yelled. "If we find you, we are gonna kill you! You hear that? Kill you!"
Nearby, the professor was walking back the trail toward his new cottage, carrying his mask and machete, when he heard Scott scream.
Just then, a loud clasp of thunder came, followed by a drenching rain.
Frightened and getting soaked, the professor takes off down the trail, dropping his mask and machete in the process. Not worrying about it, he desperately tries to sprint down the trail, when he trips and falls over an old tree stump.
Injured, the professor got up and started to limp toward the trail, when from behind, came the hockey-masked menace, Jason Voorhees.
He grabbed the professor from behind and started choking the life out of him, raising him at least 10 feet into the air, before launching him into a nearby tree, with the professor's face smashing right into the rugged bark.
Then, as the professor, with his face caved in, got to his feet, Jason approached him and pulled out his machete.
Just as the professor managed to get his balance back, Jason took one mighty swing with the machete, and off came the professor's head.
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