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the last person she remembers seeing was adam, half of his torso hacked to shreds by a tall man in darkened shadows, scarlet billows slicking over his leather jacket. something breaks just around the bend, longing is overturned, replaced with a dull sort of fear. her heart is pounding, but she can’t move.

summer leaves that scattered the earth crunch beneath muddied boots around the doorway, barely audible . .  until they seemingly get closer. and closer. and. . .  stop. she knows someone’s there, and catches a slight gawking of a white mask in the moonlight, sturdy shoulders rise and fall as the blackening of eyes seem to widen. she turns tail to run, wasting no time looking back. no peep. no sound, only her breath against the cool wind and the feeling of her legs caught on fire.

jenny, coming to, blinks, and finally looks at her rescuer - someone who wasn’t quite who she expected. but none-the-less, he was here to help. hoping, he could help, at least.   ❝     no. . . no, but everyone else . . .     ❞   she looks down, sadness in her eyes. until she remembers the old newspaper clippings saw. the legend of camp crystal lake.   ❝       they said he wasn’t real. he can’t be real.   ❞  her head shakes in disbelief, strands of curls blocking her face.

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His harsh breathing was sounding worse as rage filled his veins. This time of year, Michael started to grow more agitated....more territorial and aggressive.

There was the aura of another like him, and he hated it. It didn't help that, between dealing with the effects of Thorn, he was also brooding a bit by keeping an eye out on his children.