There is nothing but water, Janine was drowning. Something was holding her down. She couldn't break free. She knew who was holding her without looking at the hockey mask that normally covered his face. It was Jason Voorhees. He had her at long last and was not going to let her go. Janine closed her eyes.

She saw a girl running towards her. She kept shouting they were all dead! A machete and pierced her abdomen and the blood sprayed everywhere. She saw Dr. Harris kill Dr. Morris with a small blade. Dr. Morris fell to his death as Dr. Harris walked towards his car. Jason cut him open and his insides fell onto the floor. She saw herself being attacked by Juliet. Before long she was killing Juliet with Juliet's own weapon.

Now she saw an image of herself on the white pier and Jason came walking towards her. He grabbed her head and began crushing. She could hear the cracking sound of her skull. Blood fell from her eyes and mouth. She was nearly dead when he became distracted.

Then she saw herself inside the cabin. The bodies of her friends and acquaintances' hanging from the ceiling and dripping blood into buckets below them. It continued to change from her fellow camper patients, to her childhood enemies. The man, her first killer was laughing crazily.

"We're going to get you!" He shouted. "You are going to die this time!"

Janine woke up screaming. Brandon grabbed her and held her in his arms. He began stroking her short black hair.

"You're safe now," he muttered," everything's going to be al right."

Elizabeth opened the door and looked inside the room. She finishing tying off her robe and asked ", Are you two all right?"

"Yea," Brandon responded. "It was just another nightmare."

"I'll make some drinks," Elizabeth said and walked off into the kitchen.

Elizabeth yawned and turned the lights on. She walked onto the cold kitchen floor and made her way to the counter. She turned on the small television they had. It was the late evening news with Leigh Ruberforth as anchorwoman. She hated that woman. Leigh and her crew came to the Phoenix hospital and tried to question them all. They swarmed in on Janine because she was the least likely to run. They were forced off the premise by security.

Later they had placed a restraining order on Leigh and all news reporters. That doesn't mean they didn't stop trying though. She turned the knob and changed the channel to the Jay Leno show. She yawned and stretched her arms out. They decided it best to stay together for the time being, and began renting a Phoenix apartment.

Janine began dating Brandon. She continued having nightmares. Everything was attempted to try and help relieve some of her post-traumatic stress, but to no avail. Every attempt was a failure. Most of the time she would say that the only doctor she trusted had died, and no long wanted to visit another one.

Elizabeth opened the fridge door and pulled out some peanut butter jar, a jelly jar, and a large soda bottle. She carefully placed it all on the counter and pulled out the bread. She went on with making her usual night time nightmare snack and fixed them all some cola drinks. Elizabeth heard the distant sound of a song. She identified it as Paralyzer by Finger Eleven instantly. They had been playing it on the radio constantly now a days.

She pulled out the portable tray from one of the cabinets. She then placed the snack and beverages on it. Next, she proceeded to carry it into Janine's and Brandon's bedroom-it was their usual night.

"Sorry," Hanna Jives responded trying to hold the large camera up steady. "My shoulders are a bit tired from having carrying it around all day."

"That's no excuse," Leigh spat out. "You should know how to do your job by now."

"Remind me again," Mike Hospell began," why are we at this camp anyway." He wanted to take her fury off of Hanna.

"Because there is a story here," Leigh responded putting an earring in her ear. "Plus if this story truly works out, I can get promoted to a better station." She looked up at them. "How much time?"

"Just a few minutes 'til commercial break is over," Hanna responded.

"Good, good," Leigh said. She quickly fixed her hair and did her best to straighten her makeup. She held up the microphone and looked into the camera.

Hanna lifted the camera onto her sore shoulder and focused the image a little better. A light breeze blew through the open window. The wood inside the cabin creaked a little making it sound like it was going to collapse on them. Mike held up three fingers and began counting them down-3-2-1.

"Hello,' Leigh began," we are here at Camp Crystal Lake where nearly a year ago, a group of counselors, mental patients, and two doctors died. This is the tradegic remains of the camp that knows it share of murder. Over the years this camp has earned its name Camp Blood, and still keeps it to this day."

Mike turned around at the sound of something in the distance. He didn't see anything and turned his attention back to Leigh who continued with the story.

"On this dark cold night," Leigh paused and turned around to begin walking through the cabin. "We are walking through the cabin that we were told belonged to Janine." Leigh opened a door and someone jumped out.

"You are all going to die!" The man said. He was short, and made Leigh look twice as tall as she truly was. He had a scruffy shadow that went across his chin. He had on a blue knitted hat, and wore a thick brown jacket, with a dirty white t-shirt, and ripped jeans. "You have to leave."

Leigh chuckled and went on. "And who might you be?"

"That doesn't matter," he said," you must get out!"He tried to grab Leigh's arms, but she pulled away from him.

Leigh decided to try her best to be the true anchorwoman she was. "Are you here to help fix up the cabins for this summer?" Anything to get a story.

"Fix? Why, this camp should be burned to the ground," he responded.

"Well, there are plans to reopen the camp again. Haven't you heard?" Leigh asked him placing the microphone conveniently near his mouth.

"They can not reopen this camp again! Didn't they learn from the last time?" The man was close to hysterics. He held a shaking fist to his mouth. He made a small whimpering noise and closed the door again.

"Well," Leigh said turning to face the camera. "That was awkward," she finished giggling.

"What was that?" Mike asked turning around.

"Mike," Leigh said trying to hide her frustration", what are you talking about?"

"I swore I heard some-,' he stopped talking and froze in place.

Leigh sighed in frustration. "Mike what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Mike suddenly fell down backwards straight onto his back. Hanna turned the camera to look at Mike's dead body. A large machete was sticking out of his chest.

"Holy shit," Leigh muttered with fear in her voice.

Hanna turned the camera into the darkness and a tall muscular man stepped from the shadows. He had on a hockey mask and a large black jacket. In one swift motion he grabbed the camera from Hanna and threw it off to the side. Both Hanna and Leigh screamed. Leigh turned and tried to pull at the locked doorknob.

Jason forced his hand into Hanna's chest. Hanna's body twitched as he pulled his hand back out of her. Her body fell to the floor, her body continued to twitch. Jason pulled out the machete from Mike's chest. Leigh banged her hand against the locked door. Her entire body was crouched leaning against it.

"Open the fucking door," Leigh shouted," you cock sucker!"

Jason walked closer towards her and lifted the machete into the air. Leigh found herself frozen in panic and fear. She turned her body to face him. She felt herself shaking. Jason finally brought the large machete across Leigh's throat and part of her chest.

Leigh began to cough slightly and she fell forward. She placed her hands on the large open wound. Jason used the machete to slice her back. Blood was spilling from Leigh's body. Jason then forced the machete deep into Leigh's abdomen, killing her instantly. Jason pulled out his machete and looked at the three dead bodies now surrounding him and tilted his head slightly.