Rob and Carrie were moving silently through the thick brush of the forest, slowly edging their way toward Kevin and the horseshoe of cabins, when they saw it.

Rob’s heart sank once he noticed the red and blue lights of the squad cars glaring in the distance.

“Damnit,” Rob shouted under his breath. “We’re fucked.”

“What do you mean?” Carrie asked, puzzled.

“The cops are here,” Rob explained as he pointed toward the lights.

Carrie then peeked her head up and saw them. “Well maybe we can use them to our advantage,” She said. “Once they see Jason with their own eyes, I’m sure they won’t accuse you anymore.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” Rob replied as they continued to inch forward. “It’s Kevin. They are going to interfere with his plans.”

“What plans?” Carrie asked, trying to get more information out of him. “You of all people should know that nothing is going to stop him.”

“There’s no time to explain now,” Rob stated. “Let’s just say that Kevin got all the heavy shit, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t come well equipped,” he continued as he pulled up his shirt, revealing the chrome handle of a .44 Magnum and one hand grenade clipped to his belt.

Carrie’s eyes just widened at the sight of the firepower he was packing, noticing the weapons attached to him under his six-pack abs. Then she wondered what the hell Kevin could be packing if Rob had that much.

“Well I still think that we can use the cops to our advantage,” Carrie stated, trying to be optimistic about the whole situation. “I mean after all, there’s strength in numbers.”

Rob just gave her a weird look. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before,” he responded, and without giving her a chance to comment, the two continued forward.


“Strickland, report,” Chief Warren blared into his walkie-talkie, with no response. There was just a bunch of static on the other end.

“Zimmerman, report,” he asked, hoping and praying for a response.

“I read you, Chief,” Zimmerman finally replied after a brief period of silence.

“Where the fuck did that explosion come from?” the Chief shouted, sounding confused as to what was really happening.

“I don’t know, but I almost shit myself,” Zimmerman answered.

“Keep your eyes peeled,” the chief responded. “I think something is going on here that is bigger than Goldwater.”

“What do you mean?” Zimmerman asked, confused.

“I don’t know, but did you find anything?” Chief Warren asked. “And where the hell is Strickland?”

“Negative, it’s all clear by the lake, and I haven’t heard a word from Strickland,” Zimmerman responded. “How about you?”

“There’s definitely a bunch of kids running around here somewhere,” the chief replied as he shined his flashlight inside the van, revealing a few suitcases and some weird looking technical equipment.

“How should I proceed?” Zimmerman wondered.

“With extreme caution!” Chief Warren fired back. “Don’t go blasting some punk college kid by mistake. Identify your target before engaging. There is definitely something wrong here.”

“Roger that. Should we call for back up?” Zimmerman asked.

“10-4. I’m heading back to the squad car right now,” the chief told him. “You go find out where that damn smoke is coming from, and find Strickland!”

“Got it. I’m on my way,” Zimmerman concluded as he clipped his walkie-talkie back on his belt and made his way toward the horseshoe of cabins.

“If Goldwater didn’t find him first,” Chief Warren mumbled under his breath, still convinced it was Rob that was responsible for the murders.


After what seemed like hours of creeping through the forest, Rob and Carrie finally made it back to the central area around the horseshoe of cabins.

“So, where’s Kevin?” Carrie asked.

“He said the meeting point would be cabin three,” Rob replied as they inched their way behind cabin five. “It has the best view of all the other cabins, and it’s our fastest escape route to Crystal Point.”

“What’s that?” Carrie asked, being more inquisitive.

“Just a cave Kevin found here a while back,” Rob explained as they approached the back side of cabin four. “It’s been our headquarters today. It’s really sentimental to him.”

Carrie didn’t answer. She just nodded to show that she understood.

“To get to cabin three, we need to cross through the clearing, so we have to move fast,” Rob said as he poked his head around cabin four. The middle of the ground was still smoking from Kevin’s diversion, and directly across sat cabin seven, which was completely engulfed in flames, and now included some of the surrounding trees. Kevin was right. Camp Crystal Lake would be a war zone before sunrise.

“Okay, you go first, I’ll bring up the rear,” Rob told Carrie as he double-checked to make sure the coast was clear. “Just stay low to the ground and you will be fine.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” She smirked. “I move like a cat.”

Rob just smiled as he watched her move gracefully through the clearing and safely to cabin three.

Rob shortly followed and just about made it to the backside of the cabin, when he suddenly stopped. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the back of the cabin door through the dusty window. Only instead of seeing a rotted wooden door, his mind saw the body of his sister Nikki, pinned to the door with a machete.

He just stood there, staring at his sister’s dead body, not sure how to react. He didn’t even hear Carrie’s urgent whispers to move.

He stood stiff as a board until the shouts of, “Freeze scumbag,” brought him back to reality. He closed his eyes and shook his head and Nikki’s body disappeared. However, Officer Zimmerman, who stood only thirty feet away, was now holding him at gunpoint.

“Listen, I’m not lying. It’s really Jason,” was the only thing Rob’s unstable mind could respond with as he put his hands up.

Officer Zimmerman opened his mouth to say something, but instead of words, only blood rushed from his mouth, as his body went limp and fell to the ground.

Standing behind him was Jason Voorhees, who reached down and pulled the machete from his back. He then turned his attention to Rob. All of a sudden, his one good eye widened and he began to breathe heavily through his mask, as Jason realized who he was.

Rob’s face grew stern, and neither one moved. They just sized each other up as if in an old fashioned western showdown.

From the back of cabin three, Carrie went to go to the rescue, but before she could move a muscle, she was grabbed by two strong hands. One grabbed her waist and pulled her back, and the other secured her mouth.

“Don’t move a muscle,” the man whispered as he slowly let Carrie loose.

She turned around and recognized the face immediately. It was Kevin Staley.

“We have to help him,” Carrie pleaded.

“Take this and stay here,” Kevin replied, handing her a nine-millimeter. “I’m gonna light this mother fucker up.”

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