Friday the 13th: The Scar

Prolouge

NOTE FROM AUTHOR

Before you start reading this, you should know that this was created whenever I was really young and there are MANY spelling errors and probably confusion. I do apologize! If you want to read it, please do because I really tried my best at the time to be creative especially as a Friday the 13th fan. Enjoy!

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Friday, October 13, 1995

The young couple named Wayne and Penelope just had a fight. There youngest daughter only 1 named Viola was left unattended and crawled into the woods crying. The young child met a strange man who wore a hockey mask, had ripped up clothing from a long time, and carried a rusty machete. Viola has noticed a mask like that before, one like her father's. He loved hockey.

Viola hugged the unknown-hockey-masked man's leg. The man had no expression but just tilted his head a little bit to the right.

The parents realized their daughter was missing, and left in hurry. They searched through the woods and walked upon an abandoned wooden shack. The smell of the shack was nasty and rotten, so the mother decided to stay outside and wait for her husband.

As Wayne walked inside her saw his daughter in the corner playing with something round, like a bouncy ball. When he got closer he saw that is was eyeballs. Viola stared at her father right in the eyes and giggled. Her hands were covered in blood.

Wayne looked and saw two corpses. He knew who they where. They were his and his wife's friends, Sasha and Owen. They left their house only an hour ago...now they're dead.

Then all of a sudden, Penelope screamed from outside. Wayne picked up his daughter and ran outside. His wife was standing right next to the door with her eyes wide opened at a figure that was not even 10 feet away.

"What should we do?" said his wife in distress. Wayne handed Viola to his wife and told her to run back to the cabin as fast as she could. She didn't even ask what he was gonna do, or why there was blood their child's hands. Penelope just nodded.

"Call the police," Wayne said,"I'm going to protect you two." Wayne gave Penelope a final kiss goodbye and she was off.

Penelope kept running, and running. Viola was just giggling, she didn't know what was happening. Penelope stopped when she heard her husband have scream, and then looked where she ran from. She knew she had to keep going, but she wanted to go back. Then she looked at Viola. She had to protected her baby, so she kept running back to the cabin.

Penelope slam opened the door and carried her child to the kitchen where the phone was. She set Viola on the counter and picked up the phone. There was just a ring. Then she looked at the chord. Someone cut through the chord. Then she looked at Viola who was smiling at the door.

"Mommy, look," said Viola, those were her first words.

Penelope turned her was and looked at the door and there was the hockey masked killer, holding his machete. He then brought his machete back and through it across the hallway straight into to the mother's back. She fell to the counter and tried to hold on and looked at her baby.

"Viola, I hope you know, that daddy and I loved you very much. Now it's up to you and your sister to keep our family name," Penelope knew that Viola wouldn't understand what she is saying, but she was hoping she would. Viola looked at her mother in confusion and kept saying mommy repeatedly.

With all Penelope's strength, she moved over to her daughter and kissed. The hockey-masked killer was in the kitchen now. He pulled out the machete of the mother's back and put it through her body.

The baby, Viola, just cried and flailed it's arms as she saw her mommy get dragged out of the house.