Jason was getting increasingly irritated by the sounds from the lake and the main cabin at the camp. He sat on a rock and seethed as he heard these teenagers turning his lake into a sex park.<br/><br/>Jason, still whitling on his tree branch, smiled to himself and thought of the sounds the little assholes would make when he cut them into little pieces. His hands were getting itchy for the kill. He knew the sound of death and the feeling that murder gave him, these were his only friends. Jason looked forward to saying hello to his old friends, death and murder.<br/><br/>He walked down to the edge of the forest and lake, and saw a pink haired girl and two boys playing in the water, naked of course. The sight of them made his blood boil and he gripped the branch tighter as his anger flared.