It was time to bring back peace to Camp Crystal Lake. No more moaning and heavy breathing of camp counselors fucking each other senseless while they left innocent children to drown in the lake not too far away from them. They did not deserve to be alive in this place and the fact that they had the<em>nerve</em>to show back up after all these years made him extremely angry. No, it made him and his mother angry for he could still hear her voice in his head telling him what to do, what these people were capable of and that it was up to him to make things right at Crystal Lake.<br/><br/>No birds twittered or chirped, no insects could be heard and no wildlife roamed about. It was as though they knew Jason ruled the forest here and that he allowed nothing and no one to survive that he didn't want in his place. The birds, reptiles and animals sensed danger when it was lurking about the forest and were smarter than humans in that matter. He stood a little over six feet tall with a muscular physique and what seemed to be a steel mask that he wore over his face. Jason carried a large machete along with a few other things that he tended to use as weapons on his belt.<br/><br/>Usually he just picked up certain things and ended up making use of them instead but if he didn't have anything around he would most likely use what was on his belt. Or the machete. He liked the machete. It was quick, clean and deadly. Jason heard the sound of someone coming into the forest, the human was not being silent at all which could only mean it was one of the camp counselors come to check out the disturbance and would be taken out within a few short minutes. He could see the girl with her long blonde hair approach his hiding place behind a thick tree and watched her.<br/><br/>It was only when she had passed him that he reached out and grabbed her from behind with one hand. He dragged her off and his machete flashed once and a spray of blood could be seen on the tree which was followed by a bit more blood and then more. Any screams she might have made were muffled by Jason's hand over her mouth, after the deed was done. Then silence reigned. He stood straight and then leaned over to pick something up and fiddled with it, brushing dirt off and then headed back to the campfire that had gone out during the night. Only coals remained that barely gave off light at all.<br/><br/>In fact, one could not see very clearly at all. They might be able to make out a shape but no features, the moon might provide a very clear view but it was currently hidden behind some dark ominous clouds at the moment. The tent flap opened in the near darkness and a figure crept in to make its way into the tent where Wade waited for Emily to return. In the dim light where nothing could really be seen except perhaps a silhouette, if Wade looked closely enough he would be able to make out the details of Emily's face. She had returned to him. The figure knelt down near Wade.<br/><br/>One hand was behind its back and the other reached out as though wanting to touch Wade, sliding down his body to grasp the young man's somewhat hard cock, stroking it back up to arousal once more. The grip was firm and yet gentle. Then just as Wade seemed to be getting into it, the moon was revealed from behind the clouds and the figure who wore Emily's face was shown not to be Emily but Jason Vorheese. It seemed as though Jason was wearing Emily's face and had used it to trick Wade into thinking it was his girlfriend. Quite an ingenius display but it wasn't sex Jason was after.<br/><br/>No. His one hand still wrapped around Wade's cock, Jason brought his other hand out from behind his back to reveal the deadly machete which gleamed in the moonlight as he swung it up and down and across to effectively slice off Wade's cock. That was when the screaming started. But oddly enough not Wade's. But Wade would most likely start screaming sometime soon as well...