Friday The 13th The Lost Chapters

Chapter 2

They drove through a strikingly beautiful country side heading to the place where so many had died. There were dense woods all around once they got to the crossroads which would lead them to the old camp. The trees seemed to close off alot of the days bright hot light and it was noticably cooler out here, but still hot as hell. Cicadas started their band saw droning as the group of young campers drove past them in the muggy summer heat. The road was in good repair as old country roads went, no pot holes or deep cracks to damage tires.

As they drove along, Kelly began to relax a bit, but still at the back of her mind she could hear snippits of the conversation about the history of this camp they were heading to run randomly through her thoughts. Stabbings, decapitations, axe murders. Damn, that was alot of violence to happen at one place, especially in such seemingly peaceful surroundings. Then again, they said the quiet can fool you, decieve you, mask the things or people who might be hiding in it. She belived places could be evil.

She was lost in these and other thoughts when Jessica grabbed her leg startling her. She was smiling at her warmly and holding a freshly lit joint, a big one at that. Kelly took it happily and took a deep drag and held it in before passing it up front. She felt more relaxed instantly and let out a long sigh, releasing alot of her fear and smoke with it.

Randy turned around and accepted the joint in Kelly's hand, and winked at her. "You know you just handed it to me so we could hold hands for a second." Kelly laughed and thought Now if you were Bob on the other hand, or even Jessica, that might be another story...... As it was, she just smiled through her laughter and said that was it to a tee, which made Randy smile in turn.

They reached the old camp at around noon. As they pulled into the camp proper, they could all tell how much even one year of neglect could destroy a property like this. The buildings and cabins were filthy, with all manner of bugs, spiders, and some snakes running amok within. The grass was grown high with numerous weeds sticking up even higher than the blades of the grass it's self. Birds chirped and the cicadas were much louder out here, though that was the only noise any of them could hear other than their own shallow breathing.

It seemed no one was capable of speaking at first when they filed out of the station wagon and stood together in a tight group in the center of the main area of the camp. It was as if they could almost feel the souls of those who died here commanding them to take a moment to respect the place of their deaths, to listen for their ghostly screams that may be smeared onto the air and the very ground beneath their feet. And there was something else too, some kind of feeling of foreboding that was felt. Like each had just glimpsed their own tombstone as Scrooge had when that final spirit came to him on a cold Christmas Eve to hammer home the error of his selfish and miserly ways.

Finally, Bob said "This place is seriously fucking spooky man. But hey, lets get unpacked and clean out a few cabins to crash in, these over here still have the doors closed, they shouldn' t be too bad." He turned to the car and Kelly went with him, and took his hand gently into hers as she walked next to him. He smiled at her brightly and winked his most friendly and comforting wink. She smiled back and he felt his heart melt a little.

"Sorry for grabbing your hand out of the blue like I did Bob, but I was just a little freaked out by this place." He smiled at her again, and she became very aware of how good he smelled, like soap and a slight hint of the aftershave he had used that morning, She noticed how rough his hand was when nestled against her smooth tender palm. She liked that feeling very much, she was a total pushover for guys who worked hard with their hands, they seemed to know how to fuck hard too.

"Thats OK Kelly, I wish you would have held my hand like this sooner, instead of waiting till you were scared, but I will need it back for a little bit now." They had reached the car and he let go of her hand presumably to start unloading their supplies and equipment. She let go of his hand reluctantly, but he DID lean down and place a kiss on her cheek, just a light and tender little peck but she felt a shiver of electric fire run through her all the same, her heart was fluttering, and she felt a little faint. But she got hold of herself for the time being and they began unloading things, and when they turned around, everyone else was standing there watching them with indulgent and happy smiles on their faces.

They began to clap loudly and whoop and holler and cheer wildly. Kelly turned as red as any fire engine any of them had ever seen, and Bob just smiled at her. She smiled back through her embarasment at seeing him do so. Randy came over and clapped them both on the shoulder and said, "So, do we get front row seats for the nocturnal festivites too, or do we have to pay?" Bob joke punched him in the arm then put him into a head lock before everyone else, suprisingly Jeramy too, jumped in and a full blown battle royale of play wrestling ensued.

Thus, it was that none of them noticed the branch of a tree on the edge of the clearing that the camp was built into being brushed aside by a very large hand. The figure watched this silently, this prowler. It was looking at these people who had come into it's land, it's home. Flashes of primal violence and malicousness ran through it's simple yet devious mind, pounding slowly in red and black lightning bolts in the outer edge of a storm of death and pain which raged inside this hulk of a man.

Jason Voorhees watched this going on until they stopped fondling each other and got their things out of the vehicle that had brought them to his slaughtering ground. More of them, more like the red headed one who had killed his mother, more like the others that had let him sink into the cold, dark embrace of that lake. More that had to die.

Yes they had to die, but he must wait, yes, must wait. His mother told him so, his mother told him all kinds of things inside of his head. Ok now Jason, my dear sweet Jason, wait until they are split apart, like Mommy showed you. Then you go and get them one by one, make them pay for being bad, make them die like they made me die. You wait for a little bit then you can kill, you can KILL THEM ALL!!!

Yes, he was his Mommy's good little boy, he would wait, for now. But soon the sun would leave and bring his Great Darkness that would help him hide, help him get them all. For he prefered to strike from the shadows, not let them know until it was too late for them. Make their deaths a suprise like Mommy said to do it.

When he had been a living boy, all those years ago, he had had a distinct pleasure. After helping his Mommy make Daddy go away with the big shiny knife, he had become his Mommy's Special Boy. He liked being her Special Boy, it had alot of things he liked about it. Like when Mommy would take her clothes off, and he would take off his, and they would do this thing where Jason would get very excited when his Mommy touched him between his legs, and he would touch her between her's. She would get wet under there and his place would get hard, then he would lie down and Mommy would put her wet place on his hard place. It felt weird but good, like when he got to use the big knife on the little animals that Mommy gave him to play with, but diffrent somehow.

She would bounce up and down on Jason's hard place until he said he was going to spit with it. Then she would wrap her hand, or sometimes her mouth, around it and make him spit that weird stuff and he would jerk alot, it kind of hurt but kind of felt good too. He loved being her Special Boy, he made his Mommy happy when they did that.

And Mommy taught her special boy other things too. Sometimes Mommy would bring home men to their big old house out in the woods on Crystal Lake and she and Jason would play with them. Sometimes they played with the knives thar they had used on Daddy, sometimes they played with other things, sickles, ropes, big saws, bows and arrows, meat cleavers, but his favorite was the machete. Mommy taught him how to make noises, little ones, to lure the men out into the dark and how to move around them or hide and get them to come to him. She taught him how to pop out and kill them while they were suprised. You had to be fast when you sprang, they were big and you had to get em with one or two shots.

So it was for him and his Mommy. Until one day, the day the Bad Boys and Grils pushed him into the lake. He had screamed for help, screamed for his Mommy, knowing neither would come. He could not swim after all, he was trying to make the water release him, trying to get back out and hide till he could use the noises and the knife to get those Bad Children. But then he felt the water run down his nose, and he could no longer breathe. He sank into the cold darkness of the lakes killing embrace, and there he had slept.

A shout of laughter from the new people brought him out of his memories. He waited in the trees until they were inside the cabins they were planning on taking from him. Then he stepped back into the trees, and headed for his house deep in the woods where no one else ever went. He had to see about his things, he would need them to appease Mommy. He might not be able to make her happy the way he used too, his part no longer worked for some reason, but he could get them for her. And he would get them too, every last one.