The Final Girl

Prologue

   Jason stared up at the starlit sky, thinking about everything that had led him up to that point.
   The lake, being alone for so long in the woods, his mother. Jason shook his head, he didn't want to think about his mother right now. He had to concentrate.
   He clutched the machetes handle and continued his trek. He wasn't far now. Just a few more feet and he'd do what he was best at.
   Once he got to the small dilapidated cabin, the one he stayed in once upon a time, the moans got louder. Jason swallowed his disgust and focused more on his rage. He focused on imagined visions of the camp counselors choosing to ignore him in favor of fornication. The exact thing the trespassers in that cabin were doing.
   Jason took a running start. He imagined how he'd slay them. Two quick swipes and they'd be dead. Some seconds of screaming and they'd be done.
   Speaking of which, a shriek erupted from within the cabin walls.
   They must have finished, Jason though with disdain.
   His sprint became faster. Then faster. Then he leapt, crashing right through the flimsy cabin window in an explosion of debris and shattered glass.
   He stood to his feet, breathing heavily, then looked to the bed the trespassers were on.
   He froze.
   On the bed were two bloody bodies. The man's back was riddled with gashes, the woman had her throat slashed open, revealing bone that gleamed in the moonlight.
   And above them, holding a kitchen knife, was a shape.
   He appeared as a black shilouette at first, then slowly materialized before him. Jason's machete clattered on the ground.
   The tall, blood covered, lean man in front of him wore a blue mechanic suit and a striking pale mask with a top of fluffy brown hair. The mask had no expression, but the crystal blue eyes that peered through it held a look of surprise.
   Jason looked at the corpses then back at the man who slaughtered them. His heart beated faster.
   He took a slow step forward, then another. He kept walking till him and the other man were mask to mask.
   The two of them stared at eachother in perfect still silence for over a minute. After mustering up the courage, Jason lifted his hand towards the others face.
   He flinched away, but soon - hesitantly - leaned against his touch. The mask was cool against Jason's palm. Jason had never felt anything so smooth.
   Jason caressed his mask more, heart fluttering as the mysterious killer nuzled against him. Then his hand slid away from his face and down his arm. Jason gently took his hand in his own.
   The other hand was soft against Jason's callouses, a welcome feeling. Jason sighed inside his mask as he felt a heartbeat inside the pale skin. It was beating as fast as his.
   After another minute of silence, Jason motioned for the man to follow him. Together, still holding on to one another, they left the cabin and walked toward the lake.