Not knowing they were being watched, Joe and Becka made passionate love on the floor of the barn, not caring who heard their moans of pleasure. After several minutes, the two rested on the blanket they'd layed out on the floor.
"I love you," Joe told her as he tried to catch his breath. "Do you wanna get married? I mean, like someday after college?" "Are you serious?" Becka asked. "Why not?" Joe asked as he stared into her eyes. "We've been together for a while now and... I kind of want to start a family with you someday. Think about it. After college, we'll have good jobs and a great future ahead of us. Why not start there?" "Okay, let's do it," Becka told him. "I guess we're pre-engaged." "Why don't I go get us a few beers from the cooler and that extra blanket and we can watch the sun set?" Joe said. "The perfect end to the perfect day." "That sounds perfect," Becka told him as they kissed. "I'll be waiting." Joe stood up as he grabbed his swim trunks before heading toward the porch. As Becka lay back down, someone grabbed the extra blanket by the door. Seconds later, a creaking was heard from inside the barn as Becka sat back up. "That was fast," Becka smiled. "Where's that blanket, I'm getting chilly." Becka quickly found the blanket tightly wrapped around her neck as Jason dragged her across the floor, struggling to breath while Jason made the blanket's grip tighter and tighter before her neck finally snapped. * Joe grabbed a few beers from the cooler on the porch as Grady watched him. "You up for a barbeque later tonight?" Grady asked. "We're gonna start grilling around 9." "Sounds good, bro," Joe told him. "See you after I spend some more quality time with my girl. She's hanging out in the barn, waiting for me." "Please clean up any... fluids you spill," Grady sighed. "I don't feel right having Will do that." "You inviting him to the cookout?" "Yeah, Max seems to like him," Grady told him. "I think he's going to be the one to get Max to enjoy this trip." * The kiss between Max and Will started getting more intense just as Max pulled away. "I-- I can't," Max said as he stood up. "I'm sorry, this just... I can't do this." "Max, I-- I really like you," Will told him. "I can't force you to go on, but... it kind of felt like you enjoyed it, too." "I really did," Max told him as he ran a hand through his hair "And I really like you, too, but I'm... kind of a basket case. I'm not good for you." "Yeah, and I'm the pinnacle of mental health," Will said. "It's not like we're dating or something more serious. I just want to get to know you more. Maybe get you to come out of that shell." "I think I'm good in my shell," Max said as he put his hat back on. "It's not like--" "Your hat," Will realized. "It changed colors." "What? That's ridic--" Max said as he looked in a mirror. The hat looked brand new as it sat upon his head. "How the hell did that happen?" * Joe returned to the barn with the beers and the blanket, not seeing Becka anywhere. "Where'd you go?" Joe asked as he walked around. He heard a creaking noise from the hay loft and smirked. "I'll bet you want a better view of the sun setting. Okay, if that's what my baby wants." Joe started climbing the ladder while Jason grabbed a nearby chainsaw. Once Joe got the loft he looked at the closed window, but didn't see Becka. "Okay, stop playing around. These beers are getting warm and I'm getting chilly. I need my baby to hold onto for warmth." Hearing a noise, Joe turned around just as Jason revved the chainsaw. Before he could do anything, the chainsaw was rammed straight into his groin. Blood started flowing as the young man started spitting up blood while shaking violently. Jason pulled the chainsaw away and with one powerful upward swing, sawed the young man vertically in half. After a few seconds, Joe's right half crumpled to the floor as his left half fell backwards. * Max came downstairs, finding Grady pulling out the barbeque. "Grady, something weird is going on." "I'll say, Joe and Becka are in the barn and there's been insane screaming. I think they managed to turn a chainsaw into a sex toy," Grady told him. "Did you get a new hat?" "No, it's the same hat," Max said. "It just... changed while I was making out wi-- while I was just sitting there." "Uh-huh," Grady smiled. "Well, I invited Will to the barbeque tonight. Do we have something to celebrate, buddy?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Max said as he turned away. "You like this guy, I can tell. I know you better than anyone," Grady said as he grabbed a bag of charcoal. "If this is what it takes for you to finally smile again, then go for it. I'm proud of you, Max, and I know your dad would be, too." "My Dad wouldn't be proud just because I kissed someone," Max told him. "I'm still a scared loser, Grady. Nothing's going to change that." * Somewhere on the open road, headed toward New Jersey, a man in his early thirties drove as fast as he could down the backroads as the boy from the diner in Max's dream stared out the window. "What are the odds we can stop this freak if he's roaming around?" The driver just kept his eyes on the road. "I've stopped him twice before, I can do it again. We just need to get to Max and hope he can hold his own until we get there." A cellphone started ringing as the teenager picked up. "Hello?" "What the fuck!?" a young boy's voice asked. "You left us alone here with a God damn Leprechaun on the loose?" "Sorry, bro, but we had to get to Crystal Lake. Jason's awake and we have a chance to put him down. Besides, I'm pretty sure the Leprechaun's dead. There's never more than one in the same territory according to the lore. If there were, all hell would be breaking loose. The second you find the guy we're looking for, head to New Jersey and meet up with us." "What about Chucky?" "Kick the little fucker to the curb like you've done the last few times you ran across him. We'll meet up with you soon," the teenager hung up as he looked at the driver. "The precocious member of our group says 'hi.'" * Will stood in the shower, getting ready for the barbeque and wanted to look his best for Max. Downstairs, a shadowy figured passed by the window... * Grady had started the barbeque under the moonlight as Max sat on the steps of the back porch. He had a beer in his hand that he was slowly nursing as Beverly came outside. "Will still hasn't shown up?" "It's only 8:30, I'm sure he'll show up soon," Max told her. "On the other hand, maybe he's mad at me for not wanting to get closer to him." "You can't push everyone away forever," Beverly told him. "Go talk to him. Burgers will be ready by the time you get back." "Thanks, Bev," Max said as he stood up. "I'll be right back." As soon as Max had left, Beverly walked up behind Grady, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Those burgers sure do smell good." "Well, I am an expert griller," Grady said as he kissed her. "Max went to get Will, but where are the lovebirds? I haven't seen them since afternoon." "Maybe they wore each other out and fell asleep in the barn," Beverly told him. "I'll go wake them up." The two quickly kissed as she headed to the barn, finding it was empty. "They probably headed back to the house. * Grady continued to stand in front of the barbeque, flipping burgers while he drank a beer. "These burgers are going to be the best I've ever made," Grady told him. "I think I've really outdone myself this time." The sound of a twig snapping caught Grady's attention as he turned his head, just in time for Jason to grab him by his hair. Before he could react, Jason slammed Grady's head down onto the grill, holding it there as Grady screamed in pain while the flames started to rise under his head. * Max knocked on Will's door, waiting for him to answer. After about a minute, Max just sighed. "Will, I'm sorry!" Max shouted. "I'll-- I'll go out on a date with you. I really like you, alright? Like everything else, I'm just scared. Just come to the barbeque with me so we can talk." Max leaned against the door and closed his eyes. "Please, just say something." * Beverly came through the front door of the house. "Joe? Becka? Where are you? The barbeque's starting!" She headed upstairs, looking at each bedroom and not finding anything. After searching Joe and Becka's room, she thought she'd seen something in the shadows of Max's room. Going in to inspect it closer, she found that a coat rack had fallen over. "Maybe Joe and Becka just found a new place to have sex," Beverly said as she stood up with Jason standing behind her. She screamed as Jason reached for her, but instinctively knocked his arm away and started running. "Grady! Max!" She ran out of the bedroom and down the hall, but tripped and rolled onto her back only to see Jason walking toward her. As he was about to grab her leg, Beverly kicked in the face as hard as she could, sending him reeling and giving the young woman time to get up and run downstairs. "Grady!" Beverly yelled as she ran through the kitchen and opened the door to the backyard, finding Becka's corpse pinned to the door by her neck with a large knife. Beverly screamed as she stumbled back into Jason. "You son of a bitch!" Beverly unloaded everything she had into fighting Jason, punching and kicking at him with everything she had for well over a minute until she had become too tired to continue. Her knuckles were bleeding, but Jason hadn't even been phased by her assault. "Who-- who are you?" Beverly asked. * Max returned alone to the backyard, seeing smoke rising from the grill. "Hey, Grady, the burgers are burning!" Max shouted as he passed by a backward lawn chair where Joe was seemingly sitting. "Grill Master my ass, the food's going to be charred." Grabbing the spatula, Max lifted the grill and reeled back in horror upon seeing Grady's severed and charred head sitting on the grill. "No. NO!" Max backed into the lawn chair and ran to the front of it. "JOE! What the fuck is going on! Joe!" Max shook his shoulder, only for half of his body to pull away from the rest with his remaining organs hanging out. Feeling like he was going to be sick, Max noticed the open door with Becka stuck to it. "Oh my God. What the hell is happening? Beverly!" Which was when Beverly's body came crashing through the glass window and landing in the yard. Max quickly ran to her, checking her pulse. "No, not you, too. Who's doing this!?" Jason suddenly appeared in the doorway, machete in hand. Max slowly stood up, taking a deep gulp. "It's you." Jason started marching toward him as Max tripped over the half of Joe's corpse that had fallen to the ground. Landing on his stomach, Max tried to stand up as a hand grabbed his shoulder. TO BE CONCLUDED...
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