More young people entering his territory, another unbridled and grotesque killing, suddenly stopped by something that Jason never understood and detested: sex.

Jason watched from afar in the middle of the trees as another group of foolish young people entered Camp Crystal Lake with promises of an unforgettable vacation. Obviously the camp was different, revamped and more welcoming after the last massacre, but that didn't change the fact that it was still Crystal Lake, the place where Jason was born, raised and died before his time, and no matter how many times they moved, how many renovations they made, Jason would still go back there and do the only thing he had left. Kill.

Jason's half-decomposed body was still dripping water from having recently come up from the bottom of the river, this didn't bother him anymore, not after at the age of six he was bullied by his campmates for his deformity and thrown into the river by them, drowning almost instantly while the monitors practiced that thing he never understood, even so when he returned it wasn't that that motivated him to seek revenge but rather seeing his mother, his dear mother, being killed, Oh... how it tore him apart, ever since then he heard those words in his empty mind. 'Kill them, Kill them.'

Once again, like hundreds of others, he killed each of the young visitors, nothing difficult and their fights were irrelevant, each one stained their machete with blood, a red that he learned was beautiful and once each one lay lifeless on the ground of the place he turned to a cabin, the furthest away and where no screams or pain reached.

Slow steps, always slow, took him there and with the door unlocked he entered, raised his machete and with a single blow killed another young man, his head rolling off the bed and falling to the floor, but then he stopped to see the scene in front of him, it was nothing he expected, it was something totally new, not a man and a woman like all the other times but two men.

With dead eyes behind the old and worn hockey mask he saw where their bodies met, what was going in and where it went in, and somehow that not even his slow brain understood that aroused his curiosity, that vision of the two men in bed... having sex unleashed a heat in him, not the one from before in the center of his chest, no, that was lower, much lower, in his most intimate place.

With a quick movement he took the decapitated body off the still living young man as if it weighed nothing and climbed onto the bed, looking at the boy below him with his big blue eyes with almost childish curiosity and innocent, it didn't even seem like he had just killed all his boy friends below him. For some reason that drowned out the sound of his mother's voice telling him to kill everyone who stepped foot in the camp and he wanted that intense pleasure he saw a few minutes ago, he wanted his curiosity killed.