Maybe it was the size of the barely discernible silhouette, or the smell, or the feel of his hand, but Wade knew from the moment Emily's face came back into the tent that whatever was wearing it... was not Emily.  Right from the start, the skin was saggy and lifeless, and that was definitely something warm and blood-like dripping on his calf...!<br/><br/>Wade wanted to get up.  He wanted to run.  He wanted to punch this motherfucker in the face and tear a fucking hole in the wall of his tent, sprint to his truck on the other side of the camp, open the door, slam the door, open it again, get in, slam the door, turn on the radio, bulldoze this sick motherfucker with his bumper, pop open a can of beer, and drive back to campus.<br/><br/>But he couldn't.<br/><br/>A glove wrapped around his erection, then began<em>stroking</em>it.  What the<em>fuck</em>kind of sicko was this?!  Wade wanted to throw up, but he couldn't.  Suddenly, he was frozen - except for his cock, which bobbed and hardened, oblivious to the source of its arousal.  He tried to breath.  Nothing.  Then he<em>really</em>tried to breath.  His fingers twitched instead.<br/><br/>It was only a few seconds later when the moon came out from behind a cloud.  Wade whimpered, his eyes following the dulled but oh-so-scary machete.  Frozen by fear, he could only watch as the bloodied blade slid up from behind the large man's back like some kind of macabre magic trick.  It was right at that moment that he heard Emily scream.  It seemed that she was running towards the lake, and her voice sounded choppy and wet, as if she was talking into a quickly spinning fan.  It was right at that moment that Wade's catatonia finally broke, his head whipping towards the tent wall and Emily.  It was right at that moment that something happened down in his nether regions.  Wade's head jerked back at the intruder, now a pained snarl.<em>Did that motherfucker just punch me in the nuts?</em>he thought furiously.  One hand flew out, punching the intruder's head with admirable force.<br/><br/>Then he blacked out from blood loss.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center">"Hey, JD, you hear that?"<br/><br/>Jason "JD" De Niro puffed a cloud of smoke out of his mouth, his right hand tapping out the ash at the end of a cigarette into an empty beer bottle.  He was tall, skinny, with lengthy hair and a weasel-like face.  Scratching absently at his armpit with his free hand, JD shrugged.<br/><br/>"Didn't hear nothin' but the sweet, sweet song that is your voice, Coley," he replied, puckering his lips and leaning forward over the glass table separating him from his best friend.</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa248/Impervium2401/p_2417019-1.jpg?t=1247981459)</div><div class="floatright">(http://www.thesoapdispenser.com/images/gallery/texas-battle_292x365.jpg)</div><div align="center">Cole grunted, placing the heel of his foot on the edge of the coffee table and shoving it into JD's shins.  "Haha, very funny," he said, his deep voice practically dripping sarcasm.  Unlike JD, Cole Browning had a much stockier build, a product of genetics and a few years in the varsity football team.  His hair was cut to a thick sutbble covering his scalp.  Oh, and he's black.<br/><br/>"Hey, hey, fuck!  No need to get touchy, Jesus fucking Christ, man," JD whined, shoving the table back in between the chairs and rubbing his bruised leg.  "Fuck, you don't know your own strength, you big brute you."<br/><br/>Cole's face remained serious.  "No, really JD.  I heard something.  Sounded like a really low flying airplane."  He stood up, walking to one of the broad windows in the dorm lounge.  The night was inky black out, the full moon hidden behind a formidable cloud cover.<br/><br/>JD shrugged, taking another drag from his cig and then dropping the stub into the beer bottle.  "Whatever," he said, grabbing another coffin nail and lighting up.  "You still coming up to Crystal Lake with us tomorrow?"<br/><br/>The ex-linebacker turned away from the window, crossing his arms.  "'Course I am.  Tiff's going with Saki, so I have to.  Besides, there's going to be four or five <em>collegiates</em> alone in the wilderness for three days.  With you."<br/><br/>JD raised his eyebrows in a 'So what?' expression, the smoldering cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth.<br/><br/>Cole rolled his eyes.  "You know what?  Fuck you.  Fuck you man."<br/><br/>The smoker grinned, then opened his arms broadly.  "Aww, I knew you liked me!"<br/><br/>"Fuck you."<br/><br/>"I'm waiting..."</div>