Chapter 23: Chapter 22
While Jason and Sherry returned to the camp, a different sound reached their ears. The closer they were, the louder it became. There could be no doubt about what it was – someone has turned the music on, and Sherry thought that it most likely came from the car. And when the open area became visible from their hiding spot, her assumptions confirmed. One of the cars had its door open, and the music blared throughout the whole camp. Jason pressed his ears shut with both hands, he hated this horrible sound. Sherry looked at him with a gentle smile on her face.
"Don't worry, soon this will stop," she assured him. "I don't like loud music as well, although generally I love listening to music, only if it's not something crazy."
Suddenly Jason lead her a bit deeper in the woods, then pointed to her and then to the ground. Sherry presumed that he wanted her to stay where she was.
"I understand, you want me to stay here, right?" she asked, receiving a nod in response. "What about you? Are you going for any of them?"
Jason shook his head, meaning a "no".
"Where are you going then?"
He pointed at himself and then to one of the cabins. At first Sherry thought he went into one of them, but then it dawned on her that he probably meant his own place.
"Let me guess – you are going to your hut?"
Finally he nodded.
"Oh, okay then. I'll be waiting here."
Jason was absent around ten minutes, fifteen as maximum. When he finally returned, he had two more weapons in his hands – an axe in one hand, and a metallic spear in the other. Reaching the spot where Sherry was waiting, he gave her both things to hold until he needed them.
"By the way, Jason," Sherry whispered to him "while you were away, one couple went into this cabin," she pointed to the closest cabin. "They are sure distracted now, and the loud music won't let the others hear their screams, considering the cabin being farther that the rest."
Jason thought for a moment, and then an idea flashed in his mind. Taking the spear from Sherry's hand, he crept silently to the cabin door. Lucky for him, no cabin could be locked from the inside, as he had all the keys. Sherry, in turn, crept to the side window where she remained unseen to the rest of the group and peeked inside. The couple was already having fun, oblivious to the fact that they were about to die. As they separated right after walking out of the lake, they didn't have to waste the time on removal of their clothes. The guy covered the girl with his own body, and neither of them noticed Jason walking inside the cabin. He moved without any sound, like a specter, and when he stood beside the bed, he lifted the spear right above the guy's back. The girl opened her eyes, and the last thing she was before death was a sharp spearhead. She didn't manage to say or do anything else, as sharp pain went through both bodies, as the metallic stake pierced them both and went through the bed as well. Jason thrust his weapon into them with all his might, killing them both instantly. Two more people to go, six more remained yet to kill.
Making sure the couple was dead, Jason retrieved the spear and slipped out of the cabin, returning to Sherry who was waiting behind the cabin. As the rest of the group were finished with swimming in the lake and now proceeded with making barbecue, Jason and Sherry had no other choice but wait. No one planned to separate from the group, not yet at least. Several hours passed, and little by little the sky began getting darker. One couple then stood up and walked a bit away from the rest, and Sherry heard them talking about both couples that haven't yet returned.
"I wonder where the others are," the girl said. "They are away for some time already."
"I'm sure they are having their fun," the guy replied. "Don't you think it's time for us to find us a cabin?"
"Not yet, Luke, I'm worried," the girl couldn't calm down. "Nikki and Brandon left relatively recently, but Kayla and Cort are away for many hours already. And they went into the forest. What if something happened to them?"
"Come on, Sam, what could probably happen?" Luke asked. "It's like you don't remember Kayla saying about her fantasies of sex in the forest. So that's what they are busy with."
"Yeah, but even that doesn't last for more than three hours," Samantha was stubborn. "These woods are dense, and the guys might have gotten lost. I suggest we go and look for them first."
"Well, all right," Luke sighed. "But after we find them, we go where I say, okay? Now I grant your wish, and then you grant mine. Deal?"
"All right, deal," Samantha smiled, giving him a kiss.
She and Luke then went to the woods, calling the names of their missing friends. Jason and Sherry followed them, keeping distance. Making sure they were deep enough and far from the rest, Jason took the axe from Sherry's hands and threw it like a tomahawk, and in the next second Luke's dead body fell on the ground. Seeing her boyfriend dead, Samantha screamed her lungs out and started running, as she saw monstrous creature in a hockey mask moving to her fast and inexorably, like a thunderstorm. Although Jason preferred to walk than run, he did it really fast, and Sherry also had to run not to fall behind. Samantha was just running in a random direction, as it was already pretty dark, and in the forest it was even darker. Jason knew she won't be able to escape him, as he saw her gradually getting tired and thus slowing down. He continued walking without reducing the speed, pulling his hunting knife out of the holster on his way. Feeling unable to run anymore, Samantha pressed her back to a tree, pleading for mercy. She looked so pathetic in this moment, but Jason knew no mercy, and the tears of his victims meant nothing to him. The crying girl screamed in pain when a large hand grabbed her hair, and the next moment the hunting knife was stuck in her temple. Samantha was dead instantly, and Jason pulled the bloody blade out of her head, wiping it against her shirt, and stuck it back into the holster. Turning around, he saw Sherry standing behind his back with a spear still in her hands.
"Are you finished?" she asked, and Jason nodded. Two more of the group dead. "Okay, fine. Now we have to retrieve your axe first. There are still two to dispose of quickly before we get to Jordan and Vanessa."
The gargantuan man nodded once more and with a gesture of his head told Sherry to follow him. In a moment the dead body of a guy was found, and Jason pulled the axe out of its back. Sherry didn't really care about the bodies. The only thing she wondered about was how well Jason could orientate in the forest, even if there were no paths, and darkness was no obstacle for him. But he lived here all his life, so no surprise that he knew this place like the five fingers on his hand.
Four more victims remained, all still sitting at the fire, now already in silence. There were also two tents set on two sides of the fire, but rather far from each other. The reason for that, as Sherry thought, was probably privacy, so both couples couldn't hear each other's moans when doing their nasty things. In an hour or so the fire was finally extinguished. Vanessa and Jordan retreated to the tent on the left, while the other couple was left without light. The girl crawled into the tent while the guy went to the car where, judging by their talks, was another lantern in the trunk. Jason decided that now was the best moment to strike, and while the guy was looking for the lantern, the girl's voice broke the silence.
"Hay, Nolan, have you found it?"
"Just a moment, Brittany, I think I've found it!"
Nola shut the trunk with a loud crashing sound, but, turning around to get to the tent, he crashed himself in a mountain of muscles. The only word he managed to say was an irritated "Hey!", but as soon as he saw what exactly he bumped into, it made him freeze in his spot and drop the lantern on the ground. A tall, bulky man in a hockey mask stood before him like a statue of stone. Nolan couldn't mutter a work from shock. He had never seen such people in his life, and when he saw that the giant had a hockey mask on his face, the young man instinctively realized that this was no other than Jason Voorhees, the same killer that was meant to kill the girl they brought to the camp three weeks ago. Now he was the one to get killed, and in a minute Nolan collapsed to the ground dead with an axe in his head. Jason felt satisfied, remembering this guy as one of those who dumped Sherry into the pit. Now it was time to finish his slut in the tent.
Seeing that Nolan hasn't come yet, Brittany wrapped herself up in a sleeping bag and called out for him again.
"Hey, come on, you big hulk of a man! Come and get me!"
Hearing her call, Sherry felt her mouth stretching in an evil grin. You want a big hulk of a man? Then you'll get him, - she thought to herself, seeing Jason approaching the tent. Pulling his machete out, Jason cut the tent open, and Brittany's scream echoed through the camp. He pulled her out of the tent in her sleeping bag and dragged to the forest, but not into it. Sherry followed him, not forgetting to pull the axe out of Nolan's head, and witnessed Jason slamming the sleeping bag against a tree several times until the female screams finally ceased.
After Jason dropped the bag with a corpse on the ground, Sherry came to him and said:
"Well, they are all dead. Now it's time for the most important part."
***
Meanwhile, Jordan and Vanessa were in the middle of their filthy, lustful act, until she suddenly stopped for a moment.
"What's wrong, babe?" he asked.
"Did you hear anything? I think I heard screams," Vanessa said.
"What? Screams? I didn't hear anything," Jordan yawned lazily. "Come, let's continue."
Dismissing it as her hallucinations, Vanessa was ready to continue, but nothing followed, as some strange sound reached her ears.
"I definitely hear something," she said. "Listen."
Now Jordan had to admit that she was right. There was some fuss outside and bushes rustling.
"It's probably Nolan and Brittany searching for a lantern," he said, smiling.
"Could you please go and check?" Vanessa asked, putting her top on.
"Why? Are you afraid or what?" Jordan was beginning to sound unsatisfied.
"No, but I just want to make sure," she replied. "Come on! Go!" She literally pushed him out after he dressed up.
"I'm going, I'm going!" Jordan exclaimed, not without irritation. "What a pain in the ass!" he hissed through his teeth. Taking the lantern, he went to check the cars first, but there was nothing out of ordinary, so he went to their friends' tent. Everything was silent, and it made Jordan feel suspicious. And when he came right to the tent, he saw a large cut in it. Jordan felt his insides trembling when suddenly he felt a strong blow on the head, and in a minute everything went dark.
Waiting for her boyfriend to return, Vanessa was starting to feel cold.
"Jordan? Hey! Is everything alright there?" she called out. No answer came. "Jordan, answer me! It's not funny!" Still silence. Finally she decided to crawl out to see where he was. "Damn you, Jordan! I swear…"
Crawling out of her tent, Vanessa looked around. There was nothing but dead silence in the camp. She didn't like it. There were no signs of her friends anywhere. Then she saw the light at the neighboring tent, but when she came to check it, she saw Jordan's lantern lying on the ground. Jordan himself wasn't there.
"Jesus Christ, Jordan…" she whispered, feeling now afraid. "Where are you? Don't scare me like that!" she yelled, but still in vain. The only response she got was silence. Vanessa didn't know what to do, but she didn't get the time to think either, as something heavy hit her on the head, and darkness consumed her.
After Vanessa collapsed on the ground unconscious, Jason put Jordan's body on his shoulder, ready to carry him to his hut, and dragged Vanessa behind him by the hair. Sherry walked beside him, barely holding herself from plunging the spear or the axe into her foe's flesh. After fifteen minutes they reached Jason's hut. And when Sherry closed the door, Jason carried both bodies to the altar room and dropped them on the floor. Sherry watched the scene, and she had an idea in her mind about Jason making a sacrifice to his mother. And that's how it looked. He was going to murder them right before the altar. All he had to do now was to wait until they awake.
Finally, in a few moments, both Jason and Sherry saw the signs of life in their potential victims. The first one to wake was Jordan. He moaned from pain in the back of his head, but what made him awake fully was the smell of paraffin and rotten flesh. Opening his eyes, he saw a twisted version of an altar with a decomposed woman's head on it, surrounded with burning candles. He gasped in fear, not understanding where he was. Then he saw Vanessa lying beside him unconscious, but before he could even touch her, a female voice suddenly spoke behind his back.
"Well, hello there, Jordan."
The frightened man slowly turned his head towards the sound, and his eyes grew wide in terror. There she stood, her back against the wall. The one who was supposed to be dead by this time.
"Wha… Sherry?" he stuttered, unable to speak normally. "What are you doing here?"
"What? You meant to ask – why am I still alive? Is that it?" Sherry grinned.
Jordan wanted to say something, but all he could squeeze out of himself were incoherent sounds. Sherry then raised her hand, telling him to stop.
"Hush now, Jordan. Be quiet. I will be the one who speaks. You see, sometimes things you plan may go awry. After you left me to die in this camp, Jason found me and helped me."
Jordan tilted his head in confusion. Jason? Was she speaking about Jason Voorhees?
"Yes, I mean Jason Voorhees. Oh, by the way, there he is."
Jason stepped out into the light and stood beside Sherry, hugging her shoulders. Seeing this, Jordan backed away in shock, not just from seeing the live legend of Crystal Lake, but from how this vicious serial murderer was gentle to Sherry.
"What the hell, Sherry? You… and him…"
"Yes, it is what you think," Sherry continued. "Jason and me are together. And know this – I finally found out what it means – to be happy and what true love is. He helped me and saved my life. And now it's time for you to die."
Jason then stepped to Jordan and roughly pushed him to the ground, keeping him steady with his foot and holding his axe ready. Sherry crouched to Jordan's face and said the last words to him:
"Before you die, I just want to say one last thing. If you were a normal person and wouldn't have treated me like a swine, you wouldn't have ended up like this." Standing up, she nodded, giving Jason a sign to kill. "Goodbye, Jordan."
Sherry stepped away then, and Jason lifted the axe above his victim, and in the next moment the axe went down like a guillotine, hitting right in the middle of Jordan's neck. Sherry watched him chopping Jordan's head off until it finally separated from the body, and a crimson puddle of blood was spreading underneath it. She didn't feel sorry at all. This cowardly bastard got what he deserved. Now it was time for the best part.
When Vanessa began stirring, Sherry asked Jason to take Jordan's dead head and put it in front of Vanessa's face. That would make her wake in no time, - she thought.
The first thing Vanessa felt was pain and pulsating head. But when she opened her eyes, she looked into Jordan's dead eyes, and then saw that it was his severed head. Vanessa jumped up with a piercing scream, and then, seeing Jason's altar, she nearly fainted, but kept herself steady. That's when she began to cry, both from terror and from seeing Jordan's decapitated body.
"Surprise, surprise!" a sadistic female voice suddenly rang behind her back. Turning around, Vanessa barely could stand on her legs. It was no other than Sherry Cooke, the one she hated so much, the one that had to be dead. But there she was, alive and well.
"What the fuck?! How the hell are you still alive?!" Vanessa yelled in anger and shock.
"How?" Sherry grinned. "Well, why don't you ask Jason?"
"What?.." Vanessa didn't finish the sentence when a truly-looking monster in a hockey mask stepped out of the shadow.
"So, time to meet the legend of Crystal Lake," Sherry said. "Yes, this is Jason Voorhees, the one and only. Thanks to him, I'm alive. He has seen you and your dumb friends dropping me into the pit, and he saved me."
"How the hell do you know about it?" Vanessa hissed.
"First of all, Jason gave me a hint, although he doesn't talk. But I truly found out about it from my brother who happened to be near and record your talk with Jordan in a café. I know what you wanted, bitch. You wanted Jason to murder me, and if it didn't happen, the hungry wolves might have feasted on me. But now you can stick your filthy plans into your asshole. Jason and me and now together, and we love each other. And unlike some…" she said the word "some" in a mocking manner. "…he knows what respect is. Also, if you want to know how I survived here… My family knew that I was here, thanks to my brother, and they visited me here and brought me food and other necessities. Jason didn't mind at all. He knows that there are also good people, and he allowed them to come to his camp. The bad ones are dead a priori. Jordan is dead, and so are all of your worthless friends. Now it's your turn. You will pay for all you did to me, Vanessa. And the price is blood."
"You… you disgusting abomination! Go to hell!" Vanessa yelled, obviously growing insane with every second. She didn't even care that Jason was near, all she wanted to do was to kill Sherry. With a crazy scream, Vanessa attacked Sherry, but failed to do any harm to her. Being someway skilled in martial arts, thanks to Richard, Sherry dodged her attack and punched Vanessa's face several times. While her enemy was stunned, Sherry kicked her into the stomach, making her fall to the ground in pain. Thank you, Richie, - she mentally thanked her brother for teaching her how to fight.
Jason watched his mate fighting bravely and growled quietly in satisfaction. Then, on Sherry's request, he handled her a crowbar. It was indeed heavy, but very effective.
"You wanted to feast on my death, you pathetic whore?" Sherry hissed through her teeth. "Now feast on this, bitch!"
Screaming out the last word, Sherry lifted the crowbar and hit Vanessa right in the stomach. Her foe writhed and moaned in pain, but Sherry wasn't going to stop there. She continued striking, the heavy crowbar making intact with Vanessa's boy in random places. Sherry didn't care too much where she hit, she just wanted to achieve one thing – making Vanessa suffer until she is in agony and pleading for death. When Vanessa's clothes were stained with blood and the satisfying sound of cracking ribs reached Sherry's ears, she decided it was finally time to let Jason finish her. She stopped beating Vanessa and nodded to Jason, and he stepped forward.
Vanessa couldn't move anymore, lying on the ground and coughing out blood. Sherry put the crowbar back into the corner and said no more. She just watched what Jason was going to do. He, in turn, decided to kill Vanessa the same way he killed one guy some time ago, the one that dared to mock his mother. He grabbed that abominable woman by the hair and turned around, making her face the floor. Then he lifted her head, holding her upper jaw with one hand, and started pulling the lower jaw down with the other. Vanessa screamed her lungs out in agony, feeling her mouth being torn apart until the jaw finally came off, leaving the tongue hanging out like a piece of rag. When she finally was dead, Jason dropped her on the ground, into the puddle of her own blood.
Vanessa's plan has failed miserably. She wanted to give Sherry into the hands of a killer, and in the result she herself fell into the murderous hands of Jason Voorhees. And Sherry's plan succeeded.
Jason stood proudly among the bodies, having the burning candles in the background, and Sherry couldn't help but admire him. He literally looked like a Viking that was towering above his defeated enemies. She then walked to him and said:
"Thank you, Jason. Well done. I'm very proud of you."
Jason caressed her face, like saying – it was my pleasure. Sherry took his palm in her hands and kissed it.
"How about we go to the place that you showed me once, where you can see the whole camp from a cliff? Remember? I just want to be there with you now."
Jason nodded and they went to the place that she liked so much. The moon still illuminated everything with its bright light, and the cloudless sky that was full of stars, made all look even more charming. Reaching the cliff, Sherry wrapped her arms around Jason's waist, and he gladly returned the gesture. Both were more than happy to be in each other's arms. Sherry totally didn't feel sleepy tonight, and she spent the entire night there with Jason until it finally began to dawn.
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