(Rated Ma-R, Jason Voorhees & Mrs Voorhees owned by their respective owners, I just wrote the story)
Crystal Lake, Illinois, May, Friday 13, 2005
Jason came into the kitchen and sat at the table fiddling with a goalie mask. His mother stood at the stove scrambling eggs.
“Did you sleep okay?”
“Yes mom” groaned Jason.
Mrs Voorhees served up breakfast and turned to see Jason sitting at the table in a Detroit Red Wings goalie mask, she nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Where did you get that!?” she hissed slamming the plates onto the hard wooden table “JASON!”
“From the man’s car” he whimpered in a muffled voice.
Mrs Voorhees clipped her son across the head, sending him onto the floor “What have I told!” Jason screamed and crawled across the floor, but she grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him back. “Are you stupid? ARE YOU?”
“No mommy!” squealed Jason as he was hauled violently to the bathroom, his fingers clawing at the wooden floor “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“You are a stupid little boy!” she yelled throwing him into the bathtub with a thud “Have you learnt nothing from all those crime shows? Well?”
“I’m sorry mommy” Jason curled into a ball.
Mrs Voorhees shook her son like a rag doll, the goalie mask actually protecting his head as she cracked it into the tub “Today was supposed to be a nice day, Jason! But once again you’ve ruined it”
“I’m s-sorry” Jason cried
“I’M SORRY!” he screamed
Mrs Voorhees slapped him across the mask “Don’t you ever raise your voice to me young man!”
Jason trembled and started to take off the mask.
“No, you leave that on” she said as she reached for the wire brush “We need to clean it. What destroys DNA?”
Jason mumbled as he took off his clothes
“That’s right, bleach!” she popped the cap of the 3 litre bottle and coated her son in it “Got to get rid of any traces”
“Y-yes mommy” Jason cried as she took to him with the wire brush.
Jason sat shivering in a bathrobe at the kitchen table, still wearing the Detroit Red Wings goalie mask. His skin roared with pain. He glared at his mother through the mask.
“You will wear that until I tell you to take it off” she said a stern tone “Do you understand me?”
She smiled and patted him on the head “Good boy. Now…” She put a large chocolate cake in front of him “Happy birthday!”
Jason wandered through the woods in his mask, rugged up from head to toe. He swung a stick he’d found, smashing it into trees, channelling his aggression into each blow. He stopped and listened. He could hear the sounds of…fighting…no, not fighting, but something from the hills up ahead. Jason scrambled to the top of the ridge and looked down. He saw three teenagers; two boys and a girl, drinking and being naked. One of the boys was on top of the girl, the other boy watching and drinking. There was a funny smell in the air.
“Hey what’s that?!”
Jason ducked down, his heart pounding.
“Dude I’m kinda busy here!”
“Don’t stop Barry”
“Go check Jack”
Jason started to panic as he heard the footsteps grow closer. He tore off the mask and placed it at the base of a tree and hid behind it.
“Well what have we here” said Jack as he approached the tree “Hello?”
“Anyone there Jack?”
“Nah but I found this sweet mask” exhaled Jack, marijuana smoke wafting around him.
Jason stepped out from behind the tree and smashed Jack over the head, knocking him cold. Jason put his mask back on.
The teenage pair writhed like snakes over the leaves. Jason slowly, quietly walked up towards them carrying a large rock.
“Oh…Oh god!” screamed Claudette as she spotted the large masked boy holding the rock aloft over them. Jason slammed the rock down onto the back of Barry’s head with a sickening thud. Claudette screamed and tried to get free from under the spasming corpse of Barry. Jason picked up the opened bottle of Jack Daniels that Jack had been drinking from and poured it over her face. Claudette screamed and thrashed. Jason smashed the bottle on the rock sending glass shards everywhere. Claudette screamed again and was silenced as Jason jammed the bottle into her throat.
Jack came around to a horrific sight. He was lying on top of two dead bodies. Barry’s head had been caved in by a rock, Claudette’s face and neck hacked up by a bottle. He was covered in blood, his hands cut up and his head throbbing.
“OH MY GOD!”
Jack ran aimlessly into the woods, staggering like a drunk.
“SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
Crystal Lake, Illinois, May, Saturday 14, 2005
“..and police in Illinois have arrested a twenty one year old suspect in connection with the brutal slaying of two teenagers near Camp Crystal Lake yesterday. For more we cross live to our reporter Gale Weathers. Gale?”
Mrs Voorhees stared at the television and then back at her son “Jason?”
Her masked son looked up at her and shrugged.