Kapitel 2: Chapter 1
The day was sunny and rather hot which was typical for the early days of June. People were enjoying the pleasant weather, trying to catch every minute of sun and blue sky, as they were so used to foggy weather in their native land. Many children played with the water of a fountain in the middle of city park. Water seemed refreshing in such circumstances, due to beautiful golden sun which was quite strong and could burn their skin if they stayed too long under it. In one word – the day was remarkable and it was impossible not to enjoy it.
But one young woman didn't seem so happy, no matter how much she wanted to be. Sherry Cooke was on her way home from University, doing her best to hide the sorrow that was eating her heart from inside. A week ago she separated from her boyfriend, Jordan, that she dater for a few months. The reason for that was his cheating on her with another girl. But what's even stranger – Jordan wanted to be in a relationship with both girls simultaneously. Either it was some sick experiment with his own life or he might want to prove that he was a real man, or whatever else. Such things were unacceptable for Sherry, and when she found out, she declared about leaving him. But it wasn't the end yet – that crazy bastard just couldn't leave her alone, blaming her for abandoning him like that. He stated that separating from her wasn't his intention, that it was just for fun and such, but Sherry couldn't bear that the man she loved belonged to someone else beside her. A week has passed but Sherry was still heartbroken. It wasn't enough time to forget her love, and pain from losing him was still tormenting her.
As Sherry entered her flat, she was warmly greeted by her mother:
"Hello, dear. How are you today? How are studies going?"
"I'm fine, Mum," she replied "I spent much time in a library today. Had to search for materials for my thesis. I'm going to arrange a meeting with my professor next week, so we could talk things over, and I could present him the information I've found."
"I see," Mother said, looking sadly at her daughter "Now, dear, cheer up. I know it was painful experience for you, but you can't just mope like that every day."
"I know, I know…" Sherry sighed "I guess I just made a wrong choice."
"Exactly. He's not your type. But don't worry, such things may often occur in this life. You'll find your happiness. Your destiny is waiting for you somewhere."
"I hope so," the young woman replied, hugging her mother.
"You're just in time for lunch," mother said "it will be ready soon. I prepared your favorite dish, the Enchiladas. Richard will be glad as well."
"Oh, he's home?"
"Sure, spending his time at the computer, as usual," mother winked.
Sherry went upstairs and peeked into her brother's room. He was sitting at his laptop and searching for something in Internet. She crept quietly behind his back and covered his eyes playfully. Richard got scared a bit by this.
"Hey, come on, what's the big idea…" he began, pulling her hands away "oh, it's you, sis. I didn't hear you coming. How's going?"
"Quite ok," Sherry said "I began working on my thesis. Today I spent most of the time in the library. Looking for info, you know…"
"Ah so… Have you already decided what theme it will be?"
"Well, I'd say so. I'd like to write about a specific theme – how horror fiction affects real life" Sherry explained, taking a seat on the chair.
"Um… what do you mean?" she noticed a spark of curiosity in her brother's eyes. "What exactly are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about people who were affected by horror fiction, which resulted in committing rather hideous acts," she replied.
"Hmm… you mean something like mass murders in schools, like Columbine?" Richard asked.
"Yes, I want to investigate similar cases. What I want to understand is why those people did what they did and what was the true reason for their acts. I know that many are into horror films, literature and other, so my goal is to dig deeper into it and find out the truth."
Richard frowned, hearing this explanation. He looked a bit worried.
"Erm… on the one side, it's interesting, no doubt… But… don't you think it's a bit risky?"
"Why's that?" Sherry raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think it might be risky?"
"Well, I thought, to find out more you have to interview those people. Of course, the ones that are still alive. You know, they are complete psychopaths who killed a bunch of people. That's what I find risky – talking with psychos that might harm you" he explained.
"Oh, I see…" Sherry smirked. "Well, there might be risk in it, but that's a psychologist's job. Don't you think so?"
"Yeah, I guess…" he sighed "all I want to say – be careful. I really wouldn't like you to get harmed, sis."
"Don't worry, I'm stronger than it might seem. I'm sure I can withstand it," Sherry replied while smile slowly faded from her face. Richard noticed that and frowned.
"Are you alright?" he asked. Sherry barely nodded. "Still sad about Jordan, aren't you?"
She looked at her brother with a little surprise in her eyes.
"Come on, sis, it's clear without words. You're still heartbroken, I know. But try to throw him out of your head. He's not worth a single hair of yours," he said, putting a hand on Sherry's shoulder. "I perfectly understand that he was your first love, but not the last one. He's just not your type."
"Well, maybe you're right," Sherry sighed "it's just painful to betrayed, you know…"
"Sure. No one likes to be betrayed," Richard agreed. "Do you know who's his new passion? I'm just curious whom he considered to be better for him than you."
"I was beyond shocked when I found it out," Sherry clenched her teeth in anger. "It's Vanessa Dier. I can't believe he preferred that slut! We were together for a few months, and here we are – a quick swap."
"Oh shit…" Richard widened his eyes. "Isn't it the one that mocks you all the time?"
"Yes, exactly. She didn't like me from the beginning when I started studies. All because I'm a totally opposite type and that Jordan was with me then. She was infatuated with him, so I guess it was the main reason she hated me. You know, she had many guys and liked smoking pot sometimes. And several other girls are her friends. Such companies don't accept those who are not like them. So, unfortunately, she's not the only one that mocks me. But I don't allow them to break me. I just ignore them, at least for now. But I can protect myself if needed."
"I see. Just don't let them humiliate you," Richard said "but you know, I'm just dying to punch that filthy bastard's face if I meet him one day, for all your suffering."
"Now, now, Richie, we've been through this already," Sherry frowned. "Don't start a fight. No need to get your hands dirty. He's not worth that. Also, you might have problems after that – you could be blamed for starting a fight and beating a human. So calm down, ok?"
"Ok, ok, if you say so," Richard winked to her. "But in case, I'm good at judo, you know."
"No doubt," Sherry smirked. "If it gets totally bad, then we will be the last to laugh."
"Right!" Richard approved, and both siblings burst into laughing when suddenly Mother's voice resounded from downstairs:
"Richard! Sherry! Time for lunch!"
"Alright, let's go then," Sherry said, standing up. "Can't wait to enjoy one of my favorite dishes."
"Yeah, me too. I'm hungry like hell".
Mother had already laid the table when both her offsprings came into the dining room. The air was filled with the aroma of Mexican dishes.
"Come, have a sit, my darlings," she said gently, putting a large plate of Enchiladas on the table. "I hope I succeeded in this Mexican stuff. I'm aware of how much you like it, so I tried to do my best. I'll make more when Harry comes home from work, so eat how much you want."
"Thanks, Mum," Sherry said, sitting opposite her brother. Mrs. Cooke then sat down herself and they began their lunch.
"How are your studies going, son?" she asked. Richard swallowed what was in his mouth and replied:
"Quite good. A few years more and I finally can become a lawyer, as I always wanted. When the last year comes, I will begin practice. So the professor said."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it. What about you, Sherry? What are your plans?"
"As I've told, I was searching information for my thesis. I told Richie about the theme I'd like to speak about. Rather specific one, but it's worth the time. I plan to write about the affection of horror fiction on real life."
"Hm… May I ask for details?" Mother asked.
"Sure. We know that people committed hideous crimes like the one in Columbine high school. For most part, the criminals were teens. And I've read that many of them were affected by some work of fiction in horror genre – film, game, etc. So I'd like to explore how this could happen. What exactly the motivations were and in which moment the border between reality and fiction started to blur. I think it's a good job for a psychologist, and if we manage to understand how it works, it might be possible to prevent such crimes in the future."
Mrs. Cooke was lost in thought for a few minutes and then spoke:
"That's an interesting theme you chose, dear. Maybe you could be right. I was somehow always sure that children play too much of shooting games and then try to imitate it in real life. And often they have no one to talk with. Such people indeed need the help of a psychologist."
"Or even a psychiatrist," Richard added. "I'm only worried about one thing. Sherry will definitely need to interview such psychos, and I'm afraid some of them might harm her."
"Come on, Richie, there will always be someone watching all the process behind the door. And if anything happens, they will intervene at once," Sherry huffed, rolling her eyes.
"All will be fine, son, don't worry. Sherry knows what she's doing. I have no doubt about her," Mother said with a gentle smile.
"At half past four I have to go and collect Lindsay from school," Sherry said. "Her mother has some meeting and father still will be at work. So they asked me to come for her. Mrs. Hawkins will be home approximately at six, so I'll take Lindsay for a walk till then."
"She sure loves you," Richard smirked. "Isn't her mother jealous?"
"Not at all," Sherry answered. "I'm like an elder sister for her. From the moment I stood up for her when she was bullied, Lindsay grew attached to me. And she's a very sweet little girl."
"Sure, dear. It's now one o'clock, so you can have a rest before you go," Mrs. Cooke said, putting a piece of meat in her mouth.
"Yeah, I think I'll take a nap for an hour," Sherry replied "and then I'll go for Lindsay."
Lunch had passed in a cheerful chat and laugh. Sherry helped her mother to wash dishes and then went upstairs. Richard was sitting at his computer again and Sherry went to her room to take a peaceful nap.
***
Jason Voorhees was walking around his territory, checking all the traps he had set. All these long months were so long and boring, no living soul has stepped in the territory of Camp Crystal Lake. All he could do in winter and spring was resetting the traps and just walk around without any job.
But now the situation has changed. The summer has just started, and it meant the beginning of camping season. Soon the teen campers will begin to visit this place, and Jason will finally get the chance to have his fun.
And so he stood on the hill, watching the lake and waiting… patiently waiting…
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