Newkirk, Massachusetts.
That night, nearly 2,000 miles away...

Kevin Staley, now 21, was making his way down the locker room hallway of the Delta Center in Salt Lake City, Utah, for the NCAA Division I hockey championship.

Ever since Kevin returned to the Terriers, he was the No. 1 ranked goaltender in the nation, posting a 16-1 record, with a 92 percent save percentage and a 1.27 goals against average.

In fact, Kevin got so good that he developed a cocky attitude, similar to the attitude his old friend Sean used to have.

His attitude really came center stage after Krista left him to go to D.C.

Ever since she left, Kevin flipped out, and uses his cockiness as a way of dealing with the whole situation.

Gone was the good-mannered, charming, clean-shaven Kevin.

In his place was his total opposite: an ill-tempered, stubborn, goatee-sporting Kevin.

Surprisingly, the new Kevin was a big hit on the B.U. campus, as he was quite a popular guy, especially with the ladies on campus.

He even had a new girlfriend less than a month later, in the form of B.U. soccer star Cammie Walker.

(If that name rings a bell to you, Cammie Walker was the “drunken accident” that Scott had one year prior to their original encounter at Camp Crystal Lake.)

As for Kevin’s hockey career, he was stellar between the pipes for the Terriers.

He was already planning on going No. 1 in the upcoming NHL Draft, and several teams have called him and expressed interest in drafting him.

As he entered the locker room, Kevin went through the usual “What’s Up?” routine with his teammates, before setting down his bag at his locker and sitting down.

“This place is great, isn’t it?” said 21-year-old captain Jake Morris, one of Kevin’s closest friends since his return.

“Yeah, what better place for Ass-Kicking 101, eh Kev?” said 22-year-old defenseman Jarrod Adams, as he walked by to get some athletic tape.

“I can think of a better place,” Kevin replied as the locker room hushed. “How bout Boston, last month?”

The entire team started to chuckle.

Kevin was referring to his only loss of the season, which came to North Dakota State only one month prior, 1-0 in triple overtime, because, as Kevin said, “that clumsy bastard fell down,” referring to Jarrod.

He made 52 saves that game, but the 53rd shot snuck past him when Jarrod fell down at the blue line, leaving Kevin hung out high and dry.

After that game, Kevin beat Jarrod senselessly, both physically and mentally, and at the same time, earned the respect of the entire team, including Jarrod himself.

Sure, Jake wore the “C” on his jersey, but everyone knew that Kevin was the real captain of the Terriers.

“Very funny, Staley,” Jarrod piped back.

Then, Kevin stood up, as if to say, “Let’s Go,” but then they both laughed and exchanged a high-five.

What a bunch of clowns.

In an ironic twist of fate, it was that same North Dakota State team that they were slated to play for the championship that day.

As the team prepared, winger Rico Guerrero came past, and Kevin stuck his foot out and tripped him, eliciting a roar of laughter from the entire team.

“Que pasa, Rico?” Kevin joked, not knowing one word of Spanish.

Rico, 21, was the team’s top winger from El Paso, Texas. He was given a full scholarship by the B.U. recruiters, who unexpectedly found him on a vacation in Texas.

The only problem with Rico is that his English was choppy, something that his teammates always picked on him about.

In fact, the only English he learned was what he was taught in the locker room, and that doesn’t say too much for him.

Or the team.

So, it was no surprise that when Rico looked up, all he said was “Fuck you.”

Kevin, quick witted as usual, sent the locker room into an even greater uproar with his reply.

“No, chico, that’s what I did with your mom last night,” he said.

“Si?” Rico asked, thinking Kevin was serious.

“Yeah, I did too,” Jarrod added. “She only cost 20 pesos.”

That even made Kevin laugh.

Most of the guys just shook their head and laughed, knowing that they were only messing with him.

After everyone had their laughs, Kevin and Jarrod got up and helped Rico to his feet, and told him, “It’s all good, bro, we are just messing with you, that’s all.”

Rico, although he couldn’t speak much English, understood it very well, and simply smiled and returned to his locker.

At the same time, B.U.’s coach Trent Davis walked in and gave his little pre-game speech.

“Alright, guys, we are facing North Dakota State once again. They are the only team that beat us this year, so what are we going to do?” he asked.

Immediately, Rico stood up, much to the surprise of the team.

“Kick their fucking asses!” he screamed with a bad Spanish accent, which made the team both laugh and cheer at the same time.

Coach Davis just laughed and said, “See you on the ice.”


Back in D.C. on their way to Crystal Lake, Krista demanded some answers from the FBI.

“What did I do wrong?” she asked.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Agent Crowley replied from the driver’s seat. “We are investigating Case Number 61346 and we need your help.”

“Why do you need my help?” Krista asked.

“Jason Voorhees,” Agent Radisson replied from the passenger’s side seat. “We hear you saw him.”

“Saw him?” Krista replied. “I helped kill him!”

“You did?” Radisson responded, surprised.

“Hell yeah, me and Kevin…” was her reply.

She stopped the minute she mentioned Kevin.

Then she sat back in her seat and started to cry.

“What is it?” Radisson asked. “Calm down. All we are doing is trying to find proof of his existence or non-existence and close the case once and for all, so the public can rest easy.”

“Really?” Krista asked, in-between tears.

“Yes, m’am,” Radisson replied. “The only reason we abducted you is because this is a highly confidential case. No one else is to know about it.”

“Why do you need me?” Krista asked again.

“Because you were one of the last ones to see him,” Radisson answered. “We figured you may be able to help us locate his whereabouts.”

“We were also hoping to locate Kevin Staley,” Crowley chimed in. “Do you know where he is?”

“He is probably playing in a hockey tournament out West,” Krista replied as more tears came to her eyes.

“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” Crowley replied. “We hear he is the one who killed him.”

Krista didn’t say anything.

She just sighed and sat back in her seat.

Finally, after a minute or two, she broke the silence.

“Okay, what do I have to do?” Krista asked, hoping to get through it as quickly as possible.

“It is quite simple,” Radisson stated. “You lead us to Camp Crystal Lake and help us investigate the entire campground and surrounding area.”

“That’s no problem,” Krista replied. “I know those woods like the back of my hand.”

“You do?” Radisson asked, surprised.

“You would too if you had a maniac chasing you,” Krista replied.

“Just lead us there, show us around, and most importantly, show us the last place you saw him,” Crowley piped in. “We want to make this as quiet and painless as possible.”

“Agent Kunkle is right behind us, following us every step of the way,” he continued. “She has a heavy load in her trunk though.”

“What’s in her trunk?” Krista asked, sounding genuinely intrigued.

“Well, let’s just say that if Jason is indeed still out there, we will see to it that the case gets closed—permanently,” Radisson replied. “But that’s all we can tell you.”

“Just remember, it is very important that you keep everything confidential,” Crowley said. “It is essential to the entire case.”

What the hell, she thought. Maybe confronting her fears would help her forget them.

“Yes, I will help you,” Krista said.

“Good. Here, you will need to change clothes,” Crowley stated.

Just then, Radisson gave her a uniform exactly like Kunkle’s, complete with dress shoes and sunglasses.

“You will need one of these, too,” Radisson added, cocking a 44-magnum handgun and handing it to her.

Krista immediately recognized the gun, similar to the one they used on Jason in their last encounter.

She shook off the memory, however, and took the uniform from Radisson.

She was ready.

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