"Great! Now what do we do?" Crowley yelled, kicking the door of his car.

"These Ford's are pieces of shit!" Crowley continued. "I told you we should have gone with the Chevy's!"

"Why don't you just shut up!" Kunkle yelled, as she walked along the road next to Krista.

"How many miles are we from Crystal Lake?" Radisson asked.

"I don't know," Krista answered. "But none of this looks familiar."

"Oh, Great!" Crowley added sarcastically.

"So, we're stranded," Radisson said with a sigh.

"There has to be a way to fix these fucking things," Crowley said, lifting up the hood of Krista's car.

"Hey, Meineke, since when did you become Mr. Fix-it?" Kunkle wisecracked, walking over toward him.

"Hey, I don't see you doing anything but standing around," Crowley piped back. At least I am trying."

"Alright, settle down, both of you!" Radisson yelled. "There has to be a way out of this mess."

"Not unless we can get another car," Krista added.

"Look at us, we are miles away from nowhere," Crowley argued. "We are out in the middle of Bumfuck, New York!"

"Actually, it's still Massachusetts," Krista corrected.

"Whatever," Crowley yelled. "Where the hell are we gonna find another car?"

"I don't know," Radisson shouted, before mellowing out. "I don't know."

"Well, we can't stand around all day and worry about it," Kunkle stated. "The sun is starting to set. We have to think of something fast."

"I say we start walking," Krista suggested. "Maybe we can get to a truck stop or something and get a ride to camp."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Crowley shouted. "We'll blow our cover for sure if we do that!"

"No, wait, I think she's on to something," Radisson replied. "If we split up into two teams, we could be more efficient. While one team goes to look for help, the other can stay here and try to fix the cars."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Kunkle agreed. "I'm sure we will be able to find something by nightfall."

"No," Crowley argued. "It's not part of the mission."

"And turning the freeway into the speedway is?" Radisson jolted.

Then Crowley, realizing they were right, finally gave in with a sigh.

"Alright," Crowley said. "But I'm not going into town."

"Fine," Krista said. "I will."

"So will I," Radisson added. "You two stay here. We'll be back as soon as we can."

"You're gonna leave me here with HIM?" Kunkle laughed. "Just kidding, Jack."

"Whatever you do, don't blow our cover!" Crowley stated. "It's vital to the case."

"No problem," Radisson said.

"Turn on your cell phones," Crowley ordered. "That way we can keep in touch."

"Alright," Radisson stated. "We'll check back in an hour or so."

So Krista and Agent Radisson hiked off down the road as Crowley and Kunkle turned their attention back to the cars to see what they could do.


Back on the plane, Kevin sat dejected in the cargo room, at the very back of the plane.

With his head buried in his hands, he sat there on the floor, maintaining a somewhat eerie silence.

Suddenly, Jake emerged from the light and interrupted the grave silence.

"Kev, are you okay?" Jake asked.

Kevin didn't answer.

He just gave a cold, blank stare past Jake and at the doorway, where the small amount of light only barely lit up his dull, pale face.

"Jarrod's going to be alright," Jake informed him. "Why did you fuck him up like that? It was only a joke."

Assuming he was not going to get any answers, Jake turned to head back to his seat.

Then Kevin broke his silence.

"Why is life so unfair?" Kevin glumly asked, with a crack in his voice.

"What do you mean?" Jake asked. "Try telling that to Jarrod out there."

"I snapped, man, I totally snapped," Kevin replied. "I didn't know that was Jarrod, trust me."

"Who the hell did you think it was? The Boogeyman?" Jake asked.

"Jason," Kevin replied. "I thought he was Jason."

"Jason who?" Jake questioned, as Cammie peeked through the curtain.

"Jason Voorhees," Kevin answered. "He totally fucked up my life last year."

"I'm listening," Jake said, encouraging Kevin to tell his story.

"Two years ago," Kevin started, "I was on top of the world. I was with my soul mate, Jessica, and everything was going fine. Until I got pneumonia."

"Pneumonia?" Jake asked.

"Yeah," Kevin replied. "I worked out a lot on the ice that week, and I pushed it too hard. I was so sick, I couldn't even get out of bed."

"Jess took care of me," Kevin continued. "Until that fateful night. She only lived a few blocks away, so instead of letting me get out of bed to drive her home, she decided to walk. I really wanted to drive her, but she insisted I let her walk, so I did."

"What happened?" Jake asked, with a worried look on his face.

"Well," Kevin said, as tears came to his eyes, "A group of thugs attacked her and brutally raped her. They killed her."

"I am really sorry Kev," Jake said, "I had no idea."

"Well, if that's not bad enough," Kevin continued. "Last year, I was trying to get my life together, and my cousin Scott invited me to go camping with him and a group of his friends from Newkirk."

"That sounds like just what you needed," Jake stated.

"Yeah, well, they neglected to tell me that we were going camping at Camp Crystal Lake," Kevin informed him.

"Camp Blood?" Jake asked, surprised.

"Yeah," Kevin answered. "And you know that legend about Jason Voorhees?"

"Of course I do," Jake replied. "Who doesn't? Jason Voorhees, the hockey-masked killer who won't die. I hear he lives there."

"The legend is true," Kevin said, still in tears. "He killed all but two of us. Only me and Krista survived."

"Krista? You mean that blond chick you were telling me about at the beginning of the year?" Jake asked.

"Yeah," Kevin answered. "She was a mirror image of Jess. If you didn't know them, you would swear Krista was her clone or something."

"How did you get out of there alive?" Jake asked.

"Well, it was a hell of a fight," Kevin informed him. "But we managed to lead him to Crystal Point, the cave on the outskirts of the camp, and we froze him solid with CO2 in a pool of ground water."

"That's unbelievable," Jake said, "But it's over, right? You killed him and moved on. Now you've got Cammie, all of us, and you just won the National Championship. What could be wrong?"

"You're right," Kevin admitted. "It's just that right before I attacked Jarrod, I had a dream that Jason somehow got out of that cave and killed everyone on this plane. And when I woke up, that's who I saw. Jason, not Jarrod."

"Ohhh," Jake answered back. "I understand that now. But it was only a dream. Dreams aren't real."

"I hope you're right," Kevin said. "Because I have a real bad feeling about this trip."

"Come on," Jake said, standing up. "Let's go check on Jarrod. I am sure we're almost home."

"No thanks," Kevin said. "Just leave me alone right now."

"Okay man,"Jake answered. "Just remember, we're up front when you need us."

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Kevin said as Jake left the darkness in somewhat of a hurry and went back into the light.

Just then, Kevin heard a blood-curdling scream and that all-too-familiar whoosh of what sounded like the swinging of a machete.

He was right.

His dreams had come true.

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