Friday the 13th: Sweet Sixteen

Chapter 13

                                                                                                      

                                                                     Rory's POV

Blunts blunts, I love me some blunts. I was in a very happy mood, as I walked into the entrance to the party. Smoke blunts, that's what I doo, I sang in a sing songy voice. This party's going to be sick, I thought to myself.

Walking around I saw kids everywhere. Most were drunk or high. I sat down under a large tree and grabbed my bag from behind my back.

I pulled out a bottle of vodka and my trust joint. I laughed these people are drinking shitty beers, they don't know about the real shit! I lit up my joint and started smoking it. I inhaled my first puff and everything started going fuzzy. 

"Holy fuck is this shit laced". I looked around and everything started turning blue. 

"ahahahaha, this is some wacky shitt". The words slurred out of my mouth when I talked. I looked up and saw there was someone standing in front of me. I took a swig of my vodka. 

"Who the fuck are you". The person was wearing a hockey mask and had a rather large machete. 

"Oh shit, you’re that urban legend everyone talks about, your Michael Myers... 

In my high state, I tend to not feel anything not even pain. I looked at the person with the hockey mask. He held up his machete and threw it; I watched it as it glided through the air.

It felt as if it was slow motion. I looked down and saw it was not sticking out of my chest. 

"Oh fuck". Dropping my vodka, it spilt all over my lap and the grass. I looked at the blood pouring down from my chest. The lit joint fell out of my mouth when my jaw dropped. I watched it slowly fall from my mouth to the vodka covered lap and grass. 

When the joint hit the grass. It instantly caught on fire. Even though I was high I realized my pant leg was on fire. As I got up to try to put it out, my other pant leg became engulfed in flames. I started screaming in pain as the flames reached my whole body. 

I ran towards the direction of the party, I ran for my life. When I finally reached the party, I was fully covered in flames, I was screaming frantically for help as everyone stood there and watched me. Everyone started screaming once they saw the flying machete headed right at me

. I turned around but it was too late. *Collapses and dies* as the flames melted away his face... Everyone started screaming as Jason walked up to the dead body and forcefully grabbed the bloody machete from it.

He raised it menacingly and walked towards the party goers