“We are never going to find anything,” Krista complained, exhausted.

They had been walking for nearly two hours, and still had not come up with anything, nor seen anyone.

“It’s getting dark,” Krista stated. “I think we should head back.”

“Head back? Will you make some sense?” Radisson yelled. “If we head back now, we’ll never find anything.”

“It’s not like we found anything anyway,” Krista smartly replied.

“Will you relax?” Radisson fired back. “I am sure we’ll find something. Besides, I have my cell phone. If they figure anything out back there, they will call us, so just take a chill pill.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Krista replied. “I am afraid of what we might find.”

“Don’t worry, we have our guns if anything happens,” Radisson informed her.

“You don’t understand,” Krista interjected. “It’s going to take more than that to stop him.”

“Yeah right,” Radisson stated. “No human can withstand the power of a 44 magnum.”

“Listen to me!” Krista yelled. “This is not a normal human being we are talking about. Jason Voorhees is not human. That part of him died when he drowned in 1957. What we are talking about is pure evil, plain and simple. You can either be prepared for it, or become a victim of it. And I don’t know about you, but I’m into survival.”

“Look, for all we know, we could be 100 miles from Crystal Lake,” Radisson stated. “Just calm down, once we get some new wheels, we can regroup and everything will be fine.”

“No, it won’t,” Krista answered.

“Yes, it will, trust me,” Radisson piped back.

“Alright,” Krista said with a sigh, reluctantly accepting his assurance.

But deep down, she knew he was wrong.


“Damnit!” Crowley yelled, slamming his phone off the ground. “Why won’t they answer their phone?”

“I don’t know, Jack,” Kunkle answered from inside the car. “Maybe their cells are out of range.”

“Fuck,” he replied with a sigh as he sat down in the passenger’s seat. “We never thought about that.”

“There has to be a way to get back on the road,” Kunkle stated, turning on the car radio.

“Hey, at least something works,” he said with a smile as he lit up a cigarette.

Then Dr. Dre & Ice Cube’s “Natural Born Killaz” blared over the airwaves, and it caused him to drop his cigarette on his pants and burn his leg.

“What is this shit?” he coughed.

“Relax,” Kunkle said, changing the station, “That was the rap station.”

She turned the dial and changed it to another station, and Saliva’s “Your Disease” came on.

“That’s not much better,” he piped, still pissed that he burnt his pants.

“Bear with me, Jack,” she replied, turning the radio dial. “I don’t think I am going to find any Frank Sinatra.”

After about a minute of nothing but static and excerpts from Dr. Dre and Saliva again, Kunkle simply shut the radio off.

“Fuck it,” Crowley yelled, stepping back out of the car and slamming the door.

Angered that he slammed the door, Kunkle got out and blew her fuse.

“Jack, I am sick of your attitude!” she yelled. “This case will never be successful unless you get back on task with the rest of us.”

“What attitude?” he fired back. “It was not my idea to come here in the first place!”

“Oh, so, just because you don’t want to work this case, that gives you free reign to fuck off the whole time?” she sparked. “That’s bullshit.”

“Go to hell,” Crowley yelled.

Kunkle lost it.

She reared back and slapped him hard across the face.

That immediately halted the entire argument.

After brushing off the slap, Crowley turned back to her and simply said, “I’m sorry, we would never be in this predicament if Goldwater hadn’t blown her engine up.”

Kunkle surprisingly smiled.

“The engine! That’s it!” she rejoiced.

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

“When Krista and I crashed, we only lost the engine,” she informed him.

“Yeah, so?” he asked, still puzzled.

“Soooo,” she continued. “You blew two tires out, correct?”

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Why don’t we take two of the tires off of our car and put them on yours?” she suggested. “That way, we could at least get back on the road, and we could pick the others up on the way.”

“That’s a great idea!” Crowley answered with a smile. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Because you were too busy being Richard Petty,” she smiled, heading over to the other car to get the jack. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s get these tires changed!”

Crowley went over and began to help her, as they were finally on their way to getting back on track.


“Marcus, I’m getting worried,” Jade said as she sat down on the bunk bed.

“About what?” Marcus replied. “Ricky knows what he’s doing out there.”

“Yeah, but it’s so unlike Mr. Christy to ditch us like this,” Jade insisted. “He wouldn’t have just left without us.”

“Jade, calm down,” Marcus answered, moving closer to her. “I am not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you,” Jade replied, blushing and kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you.”

Marcus smiled and moved even closer to her.

“Don’t worry, Jade,” he said. “I am sure he’ll be here any minute. Just relax.”

Soon after, their lips slowly met and they started to passionately make out.

It didn’t take long for it to get hot and heavy, as they were soon lying on the bed.

Jade got on top of Marcus and their hands began to wander.

Jade took Marcus’s shirt off and then began to unbutton hers, as Marcus cradled her breasts.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Well, it was more like a thud.

Jade immediately sprang up and yelled, “What was that?”

Marcus didn’t seem too concerned, however, as he continued to unbutton her shirt.

“Marcus!” she screamed. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” He replied, looking up, still with her breasts in his hands.

“Stop it!” she yelled, getting off of him. “I heard something outside the door.”

Then they both heard another thud, much like the first.

“Shh,” Marcus said, grabbing an old baseball bat and sneaking over by the window.

Then, just as Marcus opened the door, Ricky came falling in.

“Ricky! Oh my god!” Jade screamed.

There didn’t appear to be anything wrong with him, until Marcus helped him to his feet.

Then they saw what was wrong.

They could see right through him.


There was a huge hole burnt right through his chest.

The acrid smell of burnt flesh pierced their nostrils as they desperately tried to help him.

Marcus set his bat down to help him over to the bed, when Jade let out a blood-curdling scream.

Marcus didn’t have to turn around to know who was back there.

Standing directly behind them was Jason Voorhees, carrying the road flare.

Hearing the flickering of the road flare, Marcus didn’t move.

He began to sweat profusely as he could feel the heat from the flare.

Then, in an instant, he let Ricky go and swung for the fences as he turned around.

He connected with Jason’s arm, causing him to drop the flare out the open window.

Jade screamed and dragged Ricky to the far corner of the cabin as Marcus struggled with Jason.

“Ricky! Come on Ricky, get up!” Jade screamed in vain.

But there was no saving him.

He was dead.

Marcus swung and tried to hit Jason again, but this time Jason caught the bat and slammed Marcus to the ground.

Then, just as Marcus was able to get back to his feet, Jason took his turn at the plate, and broke the bat in two over Marcus’ head, making the most sickening thud ever in the process.

Bloodied and dazed, Marcus fell to the floor as Jason tossed aside the now worthless piece of lumber.

Marcus stood up, but fell back down as Jason pulled out a hunting knife.

“Jade! Help me!” Marcus pleaded, reaching out and staggering toward her.

As Marcus looked to her, everything seemed to be spinning around in a circle.

An instant later, Jason buried the knife deep into Marcus’ back and lifted him off of the ground, as the knife came through his back and out of his stomach, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Jade desperately tried to escape as Jason easily lifted Marcus to the ceiling with one arm.

Jason then dropped the lifeless Marcus to the floor and turned his attention to Jade, who was cornered.

With her two best friends dead, she was stuck in the back corner of the cabin with nowhere to go.

Jason, who yanked the knife out of Marcus with a putrid popping sound, carefully moved in and articulated his plan of attack.

He had her blocked from all sides, and she had nowhere to go.

Falling to her knees, she cowered in fear and broke down into tears.

Standing over her, Jason raised his arm high above his head.

Then, just as she looked up at him--

The arm came down.

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