CRYSTAL LAKE SCRIPT BY: thejon93 Vehicle pulls out of parking lot and begins to drive along the road. Look at my baby boy - the woman driving the car turned around from her seat towards her son sitting in the car seat at the back of the car. (Camera began to zoom into the name of the child which had been sown into his sweater, 'Jason' it had read.) You know what mommy's name is, don't you? - asked the mother. Mommy's name is Pamela, Pamela Voorhees. Always remember your mother Jason, because I will always be here to protect you - Pamela Voorhees Pamela was about to say something else to her son but then all of a sudden, another car crashed into their's. Woo-hoo! Man that was awesome! Now let's get the %$#@ out of here, Randy! - driver of the vehicle(opposite Pamela's) Pamela began coughing. She felt her head bleeding from above the top of her head where she had smashed it through the windshield after the car accident. She looked at Jason who ended up on the floor as she noticed that Jason's face had been scraped across the seat in front of Jason's face. Pamela began to cry as she tried to get loose from her seatbelt to check to see if her son was alright but as she was about to pick him up, she fell down onto the seat opposite of her own, she had died there with numerous pieces of glass in her head. ...we found them both inside a demolished vehicle found on the side of the road - police officer Mother %$#@ing sons-a-&%$#@es! Those @#$holes are at it again. I told you once, and I'm telling you again to go and find those basterds before they do this again! - Sherriff ...sir, only one made it out alive... somehow - police officer The Sherriff turned back around towards the police officer. Who? - Sherriff Jason lied in a cradle with an oxygen mask covering his mouth. Dylan, if you don't find the %$#@ers who've done this, then I will. Because this is the last %$#@ING STRAW! - Sherriff Sherriff exits through the front door of the precinct. Is the sherriff alright, Dylan? - secretary ...he's fine... he's just stick of all of the $#@% that those pumpus, @#$holes have pulled on the innocent people of this community. And frankly, I hope he crushes the hell out of those basterds - Dylan Ten years later... Jason sat in the back corner of the living room in the adoption house. He looked sad, and lonely, and afraid at the same time. A family of three then walked in with a mother, father and a child approximately the same age as Jason himself. ...oh, and here's our little gem, his name is William - the women introduced the family to an assortment of children. ...and over here we have... - the woman was intrupted by the woman in the family of three. What about that one? - she pointed towards Jason as the family and the woman making the introduction walked towards Jason who had noticed that the family of three have noticed that he was there. The man of the family crouched down beside Jason. What's your name? - the man of the family asked Jason. ...Jason... my name's... Jason... - Jason You sound like a very intellegent boy, Jason - the man complimented, Jason looked up into the man's eyes and smiled, finally someone has noticed him for what's beyond his appearance. Oh, how rude of me asking your name and not allowing you to know mine, my name's Brian, Brian Martin. Just behind me is my wife, Martha Martin, and yes, you're right it does sound a bit weird. Trust me, I know(Jason laughed). And finally here's my little trooper, Adam(Adam was hiding behind his mom but quickly peered over at Jason and waved, Jason waved back as his smile began to turn to a frown as he relized that the boy was afraid of the way he looked) - Brian It's very nice to meet such nice people for a change - Jason said with a smile. And it's very nice to see such a wonderfully, well-mannered boy - Martha smiled back at Jason. Yeah... - Adam added in to try and help cheer up Jason as he knew that he was said at the way he was avoiding him in the first place. Jason, I hope you don't mind sharing a room with Adam for a while because I'm afraid we're currently fixing up a room of your liking because we had no idea whether we were going to come home with a boy or even a girl - Martha I don't mind, but if you need my help fixing the room I will gladly join in to help out a bit - Jason That's one of the many reasons I like you Jason, you're such a thoughtful young gentlemen - Martha Thank you, Martha - Jason The family's car pulled into the driveway of a two-story house at which sat alone atop a hill. We call it "a pretty big house on a hill" - Brian said as the four of them walked up towards it. Brian opened the door and the house lokked so much bigger then what it had looked like from outside. You want to come upstairs to play Xbox with me? - Adam ...sure... sure! - Jason smiled as he followed Adam up the stairs. Brian kissed Martha. I'm going to go down to the flee market to pick up some groceries for supper, I'll be back in ten-fifteen minutes - Brian Remember the milk this time! - Martha Yeah, I know - Brian Okay, me and you are going to have a death match - Adam This game is called... "Halo", right? - Jason Yeah, it's a first-person shooter - Adam Oh, so it's sorta like you can see through the eyes of the guy or girl you're playing? - Jason Yeah, except, there aren't any girls that you can play in this game - Adam Hum... sounds sexist... - Jason Adam slowly turned towards Jason with a confused look on his face. Well... their all wearing helmets in this game so you don't really know you know, if they're a girl or not - Adam Brian placed the basket of groceries on the counter but then noticed a sign on the bulletin board for registerations to 'Camp Crystal Lake for only $5 per child; a one month program'. Fifty-four, eighty-six - the cashier said as for the amount of money Brian owed for the groceries. Brian pulled out his wallet and paid the cashier fifty-five dollars. Keep the change - Brian said to the cashier as he grabbed the bags of groceries and put them into the shopping cart. He started pushing the cart towards the door, quickly stopping by at the bulletin board to rip a slip off of the sign which had the camp's phone number placed on it.