REVENGE AT CAMP BLOOD
CHAPTER 22- A STARTLING REVELATION
“So, that’s the plan, eh?” Jarrod asked, sitting on the dock of Crystal Lake.
“Yeah,” Jake replied, “All we have to do is lead him out of that clearing and right in this area, and we should be fine.”
“Good, now let’s go get the others, so we can put this plan into motion,” Kevin added.
“Hey guys," Jarrod asked. "I wonder where Danielle is? She was only getting her jacket.”
“I don’t know dude, but it’s okay,” Jake answered. “If they are all at the plane, that will save us time rounding them all up.”
Kevin, on the other hand, feared the worst, but didn’t say anything.
“Okay, Jarrod, go round up the others; Kev and I will take our positions,” Jake stated.
“Aye Aye, Captain,” Jarrod answered with a mock salute, doing a horrible impression of a pirate.
“Kev, you ready?” Jake asked.
Then Kevin, standing up, looked at them both with a sigh and skipping a rock into the lake, said, “Let’s do it.”
So Jarrod scampered up the trail, still ranting about how late his sister was while Jake and Kevin trailing behind.
“I swear that girl would be late for her own funeral,” Jarrod concluded, as he disappeared from sight.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Kevin mumbled.
“What?” Jake asked.
“Nothing,” Kevin replied, as they prepared to put their plan into motion.
“Danielle?” Jarrod yelled as he approached the plane.
“You still here?” He continued. “That’s an awful long time to get your jacket.”
“Jade? Michelle?” He added as he opened the door. “Knock, knock!”
Then, just as the door opened, his eyes widened with horror as he witnessed the terror that lied within.
Because the entire inside of the plane was painted red--
Red with blood.
“Oh my--” he stated, as he covered his mouth to stop from throwing up.
He then saw Jade’s body on the floor, with pieces of other bodies strewn about the plane.
His worst fear came next, as he looked up.
Hanging there, blindly looking down at him, was the body of Danielle.
“Danielle?!” He cried. “NOOOOO!!!!”
With tears rolling down his face, he pulled the machete out of her stomach with a thwop and managed to free her from her orbital prison.
“I’m so sorry, sis, I’m so sorry,” Jarrod cried, kissing her forehead. “I never should have left you alone.”
He then laid her down on the ground and closed her eyes with his hand.
Then, as he hugged her and set her down one final time, he noticed a familiar hockey mask lying nearby with blood all over it.
Recognizing the mask, he picked it up, and, noticing the name “Staley” on it, totally freaked out.
“You son of a bitch!” He yelled, leaving the plane carrying the mask. “I’ll fucking kill you, Motherfucker!”
Just as he exited the plane, a silver flash caught his eye in the glint of the moonlight.
It didn’t take long for him to realize what it was.
With more tears rolling down his cheeks, he bent over and picked it up.
“I’m gonna get him, sis. I’m gonna get him for you!” He yelled, screaming and taking off back down the trail.
However, just as he sped off down the trail, Jason emerged from behind the plane, carrying an ax.
He must have been shopping at that woodshed again.
Somehow he knew something was up, so he quickly darted after Jarrod, ruining any hopes they had of surprising Jason--
And making their plan work.
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