-THREE YEARS LATER-

"So, Mr. Riedell, how have things been since the last time we talked?"

Honestly, I couldn't say anything. Despite it being five years since the massacre at Crystal Lake, since seeing people I had grown close to die in horrific ways, seeing Jason Voorhees of all people go on yet another killing spree.

And with his most horrifying form yet.

"Well, I haven't talked to the other survivors in six months…" I said as the therapist jotted down notes in his notepad. I briefly looked at some of the pictures on the wall of inspirational quotes, but they did little to ease me. "Tell me Kenny, why haven't you talked to them?" I hesitated briefly at this.

"I don't know, the last time I tried to talk to them in person was in May." I said. "What happened?"

"Both were too busy." I said. The therapist paused briefly, looked over his notes, then turned to me. "What triggers the episodes?" He asked. "Whenever I'm near there, I just panic…" I responded, and the therapist turned to me with a look of newly-found knowledge.

"I have an idea, why don't you, every day, go closer and closer to the woods." My mind nearly shattered at this, but I kept my cool. "Why?" I asked. "Wouldn't it get worse?"

"Well, my idea is that the longer you stay near the woods, the less frightened you become." He replied. "What I want you to do is get closer every day, and when you eventually enter, you do something inside, like a picnic." The therapist suggested, and honestly, it didn't sound like a bad idea.

Until I actually went into the woods.


I shook myself awake as sunlight shone on my face, blinding me briefly. Upon waking up, I noticed I was in a shuttle bus of some kind. It was odd, so I pinched myself to convince myself I was awake. I felt a sharp pain as a result, confirming that I was awake. I looked over to my left, and noticed Jenny was next to me, which surprised me as I hadn't talked to her in a while. She was slumped against the door, dozing off in an admittedly adorable way. I was about to wake her up when my eye caught something.

A large, white house came into view, looking somewhat empty. I don't know why, but it kinda unnerved me. I looked out of Jenny's side, and saw a large, red barn that looked rather old and unused. As I began to lean over, the car suddenly halted, nearly causing me to fall on top of Jenny. From the rearview mirror, a middle-aged woman turned back towards me. "If you can avoid fucking in my car and get out, that'd be great, because we're here." Embarrassed, I slightly shook Jenny, who still remained asleep. I proceeded to get out through my side and open the door to carry Jenny inside the house. As the shuttle drove off, I felt my arms weaken a bit, likely because I had just woken up and was carrying a human.

"Hey, need any help?" I heard a voice say. I jumped a bit, startled by it and was a bit confused when I didn't see anyone. Then I looked down to see a young man with dark, brown hair grinning at me from his wheelchair. "Sorry man, didn't mean to scare you." I sighed.

"It's fine." The man wheeled towards me a bit, one hand on his right wheel. "I gotta get something to let people know I'm nearby, I'm tired of accidentally scaring people." He looked up at me again and gestured to the porch. "Set her down, don't worry." Hesitantly, I set her down and turned back towards the wheel-chaired man. He then extended a hand to me. "Hey, I'm Marco." I shook his hand. "Kenny, Kenny Riedell." The man known as Marco smiled.

"Nice to meet you Kenny, welcome to Pinehurst."


Well, finally it's here, the sequel!

Now, I know Kenny wasn't voted in, but I still have a lot of fun writing him.

We meet our first new character that is named, which is Marco McBride, and it is pretty feckin obvious that he's based off Mark. I got the name because I love the name Marco and McBride from Tom McBride (Who played Mark).

Also, Jenny's back, and the beginning is going to be an important part of the story, which will show how Kenny ended up at Pinehurst.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!