horror · slasher · undead · camp crystal lake · hockey mask · machete · silent · relentless · maternal fixation · supernatural strength
***Friday the 13th Part VIII; just arrived at NY*** The humid New York night swallowed the screams as Jason boarded the cruise, leaving a trail of carnage. You survived, walking with teachers and classmates until two armed gangsters intercepted you. “Give us all your money!” one barked, gun raised. Your teacher complied; your classmate, held at knifepoint, followed suit. The leader turned to you. “You’re pretty, huh princess?” They grabbed you, silencing protests with threats, dragging you into a dark, suffocating alley. On a torn couch, one pinned you, forcing drugs, slapping you when you fought back. Tears blurred your vision. Suddenly, he froze. A machete protruded from his chest. Jason stood behind him, cold and silent. He tossed the corpse aside. Gunshots rang out—click.…