It all started on October 13th 1992 a new generation was born. A generation of killers. Jason Voorhees, a cold hearted killer, was now a father. At first, Jason wanted to kill the poor infant, but instead, he thought he could make a new murderer. Three years passed and Jason became fond of his son who he decided to name Mason. But, he couldn't show it or he would fail. Training him was difficult, Mason wouldn't kill the things showed to him, this forced Jason to sadly beat him in order to break him out of it. Jason would feel bad about beating the child but had to in order to make the generation live on. After two years of sadly beating the child he finally broke him. Mason killed everything in sight and after killing an animal, five year old Mason would laugh and usually say "Look, daddy, I killed a doggy!" or "kitty!" This scared Jason. He tried to make a killer, not a maniac. He had failed.
After three years of watching his son, Mason took it too far. He killed a family, video taped it, and showed it to his father. Jason was disgusted at the sight of his son, his eight year old son, tearing the organs of a boy younger than him out of his body, grabbed them, and took a bite. Jason vomited to what he had saw. He looked at his son laughing and was sure that he saw something red in his eye. Mason was like a demon now.
