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Friday the 13th Part X: The Homecoming Game Ch. 1

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Friday the 13th, Friday the 13th: The Game or Jason X. All those properties belong to Sean S. Cunningham, Paramount Pictures, Warner Brother Pictures, New Line Cinema, and created by Victor Miller. Friday the 13th: The Game belongs to Gun Media & Illfonix. Please support the official release.

Authors Note: This story ignores the events of Jason X. I had difficulty deciding if I wanted to ignore the events of The Final Friday part IX: Jason Goes To Hell. Then I saw Savini Jason and decided to keep it canon. Jason X isn't even a Friday the 13th movie. Also, Friday the 13th Part IV was titled "The Final Chapter" as part IX is titled "The Final Friday: Jason Goes to Hell"

6/12/18

~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ Monday, July 9th, 2018 ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~

 

In the Wessex County Medical Center, near the town of Crystal Lake, New Jersey, a woman in her mid 50's awoke from a nightmare. Lightning crashed as a heavy storm moved in on the town. A cold sweat washed over her as she let out a short scream and the nurse on duty entered her room.


"Chris, Ms. Higgins, are you okay?" Inquired the nurse.

"I had another nightmare, Cathy. It was the same one. The one of the man in black digging up from the ground and attacking me." The sweat rolled down Chris' neck.

"I'll get you a sedative." Said Nurse Cathy before she shut the door.

Her hand reached out and grabbed a water container then poured a small cup for herself. Chris sat in her hospital room and thought to herself, it has been almost 34 years since her nightmare at Crystal Lake in the Higgins Haven area. The area was named after her family as they're one of the first families to live in the town of Crystal Lake. The nurse returned a few minutes later and gave her a pill to help her with her sleep. Off and on for years, Chris returned to the Wessex Medical Center for treatment to deal with her Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and nightmares. One day Chris hoped that she would no longer need the assistance of medicine to sleep or see a psychiatrist.

Meanwhile, near a treeline by the Medical Center, the ground began to erode and bubble. The ground turned black at a fast pace then cracked open with a blackened hand reached out. Steam raised from the ground. Hellish screams filled the air as the figure pulled itself up. The figure is of a large man almost six and a half feet tall, built like a like a professional weightlifter and completely covered in dirt and mud. He looked to the Wessex Medical Center and walked slowly toward it.

Meanwhile, Chris Higgins rolled in her bed. The memories that happened at Higgins Haven at Crystal Lake's north side rushed back to her. The meeting a deformed man in 1982 that would later come to Higgins Haven and murdered over forty-three people, including twelve in Higgins Haven alone, all over the course of one week from Thursday, July 12, 1984, until Wednesday, July 18, 1984. The thoughts of Jason crushing her boyfriend's Rick's skull and throwing his corpse through a window woke her up. With a cold sweat and panicked breath, Chris called for the nurse again.

"Nurse, it didn't work. I need another sedative." Chris said into her IMATIS system.

With her legs thrown over the edge of the bed, Chris wiped the sweat off her with a light blanket. It was 2:37 AM, it's been several minutes and the nurse didn't respond. Once more, Chris called for the nurse, however as she called the nurse, the power died. Panicked, she screamed as the emergency power kicked on. With a feeling of dread, Chris stuck her head out the door and saw nothing but the Nurse's Station.

"Nurse? Cathy? Anyone here? Did you all fall asleep or go to the bathroom?" Chris walked towards the station.

Nurse Cathy was slumped over, hand under her head. Chris walked over and shook her. "Cathy, are you okay? You can't be asle-"

Chris pulled on her shoulder and gasped loudly as Nurse Cathy's face has a deep slash, almost two inches deep. Her screams echoed down the hall and Chris ran for her life. As fast as her feet could carry her, Chris ran to the Fire Escape and hurried down. At the bottom of the stairway, the door to freedom laid in front of Chris. As she reached the door, it swung open violently.

"No! You're not alive! You're not alive! YOU'RE NOT ALIVE!" Chris' voice broke down as she burst into tears, fear took over and caused her to slowly back into the corner of the stairwell.

The man now stood at the door. One hand holding a trident and the other hand pulled out a panga machete and slowly walked to the hysterical woman. Defeated, Chris's legs slowly gave out on her as she collapsed in a corner. Tears ran down Chris's cheek as the man walked closer and lifted the machete up.

"You're dead, Jason Voorhees! I put an ax in your head! You're not here! You're not alive! You're-" Chris's words are cut off as Jason sliced through her neck.

The machete dragged slowly across her throat, from hilt to tip. Jason's strength shoved the cruelly sharpened edge three inches deep in her neck. Blood gushed out of her throat at all sides. Having accepted her fate, Chris choked and the light faded from her eyes as she stared at Jason Voorhees, the killer at Crystal Lake, stand before her. Jason Voorhees, the boy who drowned in Crystal Lake in 1957 stood there, alive... partially. Without a word or grunt, Jason turned around and left as lights are restored.

FRIDAY THE 13TH PART X: THE HOMECOMING GAME
Chapter One

~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ Tuesday, July 10th, 2018 ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~

A fast car that carried six young adults, between twenty and twenty-four are packed in a 2015 Mitsubishi Outlander drive along Millbrook road in Crystal Lake, New Jersey. Two young men sat up front, the driver a cranks up the audio as "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour played loudly. With a look that matched a 1950's biker than anyone from the 21st century, the man rocked out hard and headbanged while driving. With a quick peek, he turned to his companions; a heavyset man with who looked like he's ready to golf, rocker girl with purple streaks in her hair and next to her an east Asian young woman who's busy in a book.

"Adam, can you turn that down!" The heavyset man shouted over the radio.

The driver now known as Adam turned the radio down a little. "Sorry Eric, I love that song. Didn't mean to blow your ears. A.J., Debbie, how are you two holding up?"

The rocker girl turns to Adam. "I'm fine, Debbie's busy with her book. Good luck reaching her, I don't think your music did."

"What's she reading?" Asked Eric as he couldn't get see well enough.

With a quick dip of her head, AJ read the book title then looked to Eric and Adam. "The Sons of the Dragon by-"

"George R.R. Martin. Good book, I've read it." Interrupted Eric, a smile on his face as they have similar taste books from his assumption.

"I have no idea where that's from." Added Adam as his look returned to the road, which allowed him to turn down the road they needed.

AJ sighed loudly, her gaze returned to out the window as they're driving in a forest. Eric looked back at her, then Debbie and finally to Adam, with a smile and a wink towards his friend. With the music turned down, Eric started reaching through a backpack he brought. All the credentials they'd need for where they're going.

"Thanks for the summer job, Adam. I know I'm missing Gen Con 2018, but I could use the few extra bucks." Eric fixed his glasses as he searched for some manuals they were given to read.

"No problem, J.R. Thought you guys would want a little extra work. We won't be the only counselors there, Brandon Wilson, Jenny Myers, Vanessa Jones, and Tiffany Cox from high school will be there. You guys remember ol' "Eagle Scout" Kenny Riedell?" Adam checked the mirror to see both Deb and AJ look up.

For a brief moment, Debbie smiled at Kenny's name, which caught both Adam and AJ's attention but once more, it was AJ who did the talk. "Yeah, I remember him why?"

"Make sure you thank him. I was working on his car in late May and he told me he got promoted to Head Counselor at Camp Crystal Lake, I mentioned a few of us are looking for summer jobs and he needed new counselors as a number of them went back to school or something." With that, Adam turned down a road.

The large gate had a large sign that read "WELCOME TO CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE, EST. 1935." Most of the road had been cleared up of foliage. It didn't take long for Adam to find the counselors cabin as well as several cabins for the children. Seeing the car, a bit of a rugged young man in flannel and blue jean shorts flagged them down and pointed them down a road, which Adam followed. After a bit of a drive, Adam parked at a garage, which allowed the four to get out. Eric is the first one to make a scene as he puts a foot on the front bumper.

With his chest out and fists on his hips, Eric shouted. "Fear not ladies! I, Eric "J.R." LaChappa will defend you from Geists, Goblins, and Were-Wolves. But not wear bears, you're on your own there."

With a minorly worried look in his face, Adam turned to Eric. "What about me?"

"I said ladies didn't I?" Countered Eric.

"Ah, touche!" Adam took the keys, locked his car as they see the flannel man again and shouted at him. "Hey, Kenny!"

"Adam, glad you made it! Dead last, but you're here!" The Head Counselor Kenny walked over and shook hands with everyone, which included Debbie who had found her way out of her book.

Kenny went into the workshop, checked a desk and found some packets that he's made for each of them. "Adam, mind introducing me to the others as I had out their packets on rules and what I expect from them in each their predesignated areas."

As Adam named them, Kenny handed each of them the packet. "Tons of Fun over here is Eric LaChappa. The young lady with glasses is Deborah Kim and my girlfriend-"

"EX-Girlfriend." Interrupted a peeved AJ.

"My Ex-Girlfriend, just call her AJ Mason." Said an irked Adam.

With a quick look at his packet for AJ, Kenny raised an eyebrow. "But her name is-"

"Can you PLEASE call me AJ?" Once more, AJ interjected.

"Alright, AJ. You win, follow me, we're going to go to head counselor's shack to meet up with the others before we go swing by Packanack Lodge for some chow." With that, Kenny grabbed a lantern and walked out. "Better safe than sorry."

At the counselors' shack, three other counselors sat around. A young black man is tossing a tennis ball to a young black woman, both are clearly dressed for athletics throw the ball across the room. Nearby, a young brunette woman with her lucky red and yellow striped shirt was reading her packet, received the ball as it thrown by the black man.

"Sorry about that, Jenny. Toss it back?"

Without a look or a care, Jenny tossed the ball back towards the voice. "I'm almost done, Brandon. Can't you and Vanessa take that outside? And where's Tiffany?"

A door is pushed open, Tiffany was clearly overjoyed as she threw a hand up. "Here! I just had to change into something more comfortable."

"So you went with booty shorts and a shirt that's too big for you?" Questioned Vanessa as she caught the ball one last time from Brandon and sat it down.

"Yeah, I think I'm dressed better." Tiffany laid out on a bed.

Brandon thought to himself a moment, then realized what's different. "Instead of a grey shirt, you went with a pink one?"

As Tiffany was about to speak, the opposite door opened up with Kenny, Adam, Eric, AJ, and Deborah behind them. Seeing that his counselors are in one place, Kenny started to hand out packets to the others. Each of them takes a few minutes to read them. Some questioned why they got the job they do, others do not.

"Okay, I'm Kenny Reidell, I'm the new head counselor of Camp Crystal Lake. We just finished a late renovation and starting this Monday, the 16th and we'll all be here I know a few of you already. But let's introduce ourselves, we'll start with you." Kenny pointed towards Adam.

Adam leaned against the wall after he set his papers down. "I'm Adam Palomino, according to this packet I'll be the shop counselor. I've also known Kenny, Buggzy, J.R., AJ, and Deborah since high school."

"Guess I'll go next." Brandon stood up before everyone and turned to see all of the others. "I'm Brandon Wilson, but you can call me Buggzy, on the account I was the fastest wide receiver in high school football. They said I run like I got bugs in my pants, so the name stuck since pee wee. I'll be the head coach for sports and swimming."

"You can call me AJ Mason, or AJ for short. Adam and I were in a relationship, but now we're not. He did help me get this job, and I do thank him for that. Kenny assigned me to Arts and Crafts."

"I AM... ERIC, J.R., LACHAPPA!" Shouted Eric as he stood up on a footlocker for all to see. "I've been buddies with Adam since fifth grade when I fell on him climbing up a rope in gym. And Kenny has me teaching... sports and swimming? Are you serious?"

A few of them chuckled between Eric's showmanship and his unexpected assignment, however, Jenny stepped up. "I'm Jennifer Myers, but you can call me Jenny. I'm Kenny's partner, and I met him at a bad time in his life during high school. He has me in charge of Games and Activities."

"I'm also in Games and Activites. I'm Vanessa Jones, Brandon's my 3rd cousin. We're actually trying to get into the same college. This my first time meeting anyone here that's not family." Vanessa said as she sat down.

With a loud yawn, Tiffany blew in a harmonica after she laid out on a bed. "Hey! I'm Tiffany Cox, I heard about Camp Crystal Lake's reopening and the Christies hired me and I've known Kenny all over three hours longer than anyone else. I'm going be in the music activities."

Upon closer inspection, Kenny noticed something wrong. "Wait, we're short a few counselors. Where is-"

A door was pushed open as a blonde woman, pretty brown-haired man and a bearded man walk in. The bearded man is clearly high as a kite, he huffed and puffed as he stumbled to a wall and caught his breath. AJ, Debbie, and Eric fan the smell of marijuana away from their faces. On the other hand, Adam, Vanessa, and Buggzy take a deep breath. Deborah takes a look at the one girl and is visibly frightened. Luckily for her, AJ noticed this and stood up, she and the blonde were shooting daggers at each other.

"Care to explain this, Mitch?" Asked Kenny, clearly, he's not impressed and he's not in the mood for excuses.

"Whoa, sorry about that, Kenny. Chad and I picked up Victoria from town, her car's tire somehow got glass caught and it shredded it all to Hell, man." Mitch, the bearded hippie, walked over and showed pictures on his cellphone.

"My apologies, Victoria. Mitch, I know you have a prescription for that, but tell me you're NOT planning on doing that around the children. I'll have to fire you on the spot."

"Naw man, I'm good. I found a place I can go, do my medicinal, walk back and not smell like a Bob Marley Concert. Oh, we're introducing ourselves? I'm Mitch Floyd, I'm 48 years old, so I'm clearly the oldest one here. I'm got Arts & Crafts covered with someone named "Mason" and I knew one of the last owners, Steve Christy, when he bought this place back in 1979, a great year by the way. I smoke medical marijuana to help with my seizures." Mitch's speaking slowed down with as he calmed down, the gave everyone a big cheesy smile.

"Good show, Mitch." Said Chad with a snooty and stuck up voice as he pulls out a pipe and lights up.

"I'm Chad Kensington, I've known that rogue Adam Palomino since freshman year in high school, the rest of them I don't care about but know. I graduated with a 4.0-grade average and already have my college taken care. I'm here because my father and mummy dearest wish me to do something for the summer."

AJ and Victoria stopped their malicious glaring long enough for Victoria to speak. "I'm Victoria Sterling, my dearest Chad Kensington and I are engaged to be wed in three years time. I don't honestly care to know any of you. Chaddy told me this would good for us, so I'm here. I know AJ and Deborah, VERY WELL. I and Chaddy will be cooking for ALL of us."

The two glared at each other again but Kenny stepped in between them. "I don't care what happened between any of you. I will NOT have any of you fighting around Crystal Lake. If you do, I will make sure neither of you gets paid and I will fire you on the spot. AM. I. UNDERSTOOD?!"

The two of them, having been put in their place, agree with Kenny. Both AJ and Deborah took a deep breath as AJ turned to Deborah which in turn caused Debbie to stand up. The two talk a moment before Deborah walked in the center of the room. Most everyone could see how nervous and shy she was, to her, this moment was going to be the hardest moment as Deborah found kids easier to talk to than adults. Despite Chad and Victoria's dirty looks, Deborah finally looked up from the ground.

"I'm Deborah Kim... I'm Korean and Filipino. I've been best friends with AJ since preschool. I'll be with Tiffany teaching music." Both her hands played with her hair nervously, Deborah fumbled around the entire time she talked but as soon as she finished the short speech, her gaze returned downwards then towards AJ.

"Good, now that I'm understood and we know each other a little; I'm sure you want to get settled in your cabins as well as get lunch. I'll show you guys the path to Packanack Lodge, that's where you'll be staying, I'll be staying out here on Cunningham Road as I'll be closer to the kids, each night I'll have a second counselor with me to help watch over the camp and children." With that, Kenny walked over and gave everyone walkie-talkies and showed them out.

Before she left the house, AJ took a moment to shut the windows and lock the back door. Once everything was secure, AJ looked out a window towards the lake then towards the forest. The sight is beautiful, AJ saw why people kept returning here year after year. Despite being her first year at Camp Crystal Lake; AJ saw this as a job she'd like to stick with a few years. Before AJ walked out, she looked once more at the forest. For the briefest moment; she swore she saw a man in black and read stand in place and stare at her. AJ wiped her eyes again and looked out. This time, there was no man, it all had to be her imagination or an animal.

Once the door was locked, AJ ran after the others to catch up. What she didn't know, there was a tall man in black that watched over them. Silent as death; the man watched over the counselors from a distance but he left and retreated to the woods. The base of a large black metal trident dragged behind Jason Voorhees, the man who watched the counselors at Camp Crystal Lake. The long track home didn't bother Jason as he remembered how to get home, no matter where he was at Crystal Lake.

It took two hours but Jason found his way back to the run-down shack he built years ago. Vegetation had grown over most of the structure but luck would have it; his trophies remained. The long decayed corpses of Alice Hardy, last seen in 1979 along with remains of Terry McCarthy, Paul Holt, and Deputy Winslow from 1984. In the center of the shack's second room, was the shrine to Pamela Voorhees, his mother. All four remains laid at the floor beneath her sweater, pants, and skull. Red flames shot up from Jasons' right arm, upper right peck, and upper back right shoulder. The black chains around his neck hit the ground as hard as Jason when laid on the ground to rest.

~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ At Sunset ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~ ~ * O * ~

Near the Pinehurst area of Crystal Lake, the only man to kill Jason Voorhees and live to tell the tale, Tommy Jarvis; was cutting wood with his 11-year-old son. Each time Tommy split a log, his son placed another for him to cut. From a nearby window, Tommy's wife watched her boys as she washed dishes.

"Allen, we got enough firewood for tonight. Help me out here." Tommy leaned down and gave several pieces of wood to his son.

Both men with arms full of wood, the older Jarvis carried the most, walked in and sat their lumber near a fireplace. The two adults talked a few minutes before a concerned look crossed Tommy. In turn, he headed up to the second floor. Not too long after, Allen followed his father up and went to the den. His father sat in a chair and read a newspaper article about a young woman and nurse who murdered at Wessex Medical Center.

"Dad, what are you reading? Can we talk?" Asked Allen as he walked over and read part of the article with Tommy.


 

"A newspaper article, your mom found one and I thought I would be interested in it. Yes, we can talk." Said, Tommy, as he put the newspaper down and covered the article.

"Mom told me that you two met when she was working at Camp Crystal Lake They've been open for 3 years and nothing bad has happened. Are you ever going to tell me about what happened at Crystal Lake?" Allen looked into his fathers' eyes, they shared the same eyes and skin tone but Allen definitely took more after his mom's personality and hair.

It's been almost 30 years since Tommy talked about the events at Crystal Lake. The event with his mother's death or at Pinehurst Youth Development Center and all of the surrounding areas. The older Jarvis looked at his son with one of pain and of unease. Tommy placed his hand on his son's shoulder and came down to his level.

"Not yet, Allen, that's not a story I feel comfortable sharing with you now. When you're older and I know you can handle it, I'll tell you EVERYTHING about Crystal Lake and why I won't go anywhere near that damn place. Neither will you or your mom. Okay?"

The look that his father gave him along with his cryptic words made Allen wonder more. "I rather know now. I know I can handle it, dad."

The look in Tommy's face got very serious. "Not now, Allen. If I told you now, I know you'd want to leave."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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