Reflection

"August."

"Can you please tell me why you made us get inside a jail cell?"

Me and Tommy were both sitting in a empty jail cell now, with Tommy pacing around the cell while looking at me like I was crazy.

"Well, we need somewhere to stay. Somewhere safe and where you can't go around trying to get yourself in trouble."

"And no offense Tommy, you aren't in the best state aren't you?"

Well the jail cell isn't my first choice, but Tommy isn't in the right mental state right now.

I think by now in the story, his best friend was just brutally murdered in front of him by Jason. He got into a fight with the sheriff and piseed him off, and finally he would have tried to like steal a rifle or something from the sheriff and deputy.

Which would have gotten him thrown in jail regardless and have them treat him like a crazy person.

Tommy stopped moving and just started to stare off into the distance, a depressed look was plastered on his face.

"But...Jason...?"

"What about Jason?"

"He...He...he killed Hawes..."

By now Tommy just crumbled to the ground. A sorrowful and defeated look was plastered on his face as he looked up at me, his voice trembling.

"...I watched him kill Hawes right in front of me August! I just watched him do all of that...I...I didn't even try to stop him.

I just ran away..."

"Hey man, it's ok."

I dont't know how to exactly go about this situation.

I've helped people out befire but never when their best friend got killed in a brutal fashion. I'm not equipped to deal with this, but I'll try.

I reached out and just put a comforting hand on Tommy's shoulder as he poured out his guilt and sorrow. The jail cell felt cold and unforgiving, but it was the only place I could think of to keep Tommy safe, at least for now.

"Tommy, what happened wasn't your fault,

You were faced with an unimaginable threat, something no one should ever have to confront. It's natural to be scared and overwhelmed in a situation like that."

Tommy looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears.

"But I should have done something, August. I should have tried to stop him, to save Hawes. But I froze, and now he's gone."

"And now that monster is back..."

I squeezed Tommy's shoulder reassuringly.

"Listen, Tommy,

I've heard stories about this Jason Voorhees, and he's not like any ordinary threat. We can't blame ourselves for what happened. What we can do now is try to find a way to stop him and prevent more tragedy."

Tommy looked at me for a moment before he nodded slowly. He stood up and wiped his eyes, looking back at me with a determined look.

"You're right, August. We need to figure out how to stop him. I can't let anyone else suffer because of me."

I patted his back as I smiled. I think I did pretty good for a guy who had no experience.

"See man, it's ok. Now I think some sleep is needed, it's like 1:45 in the morning or something."

"Oh yeah, it is late..."

Tommy walked past me and layed down on the cot in our cell, as I layed down on the floor. Our cell only had a cot and toliet so no bed for me, just floow. It wasn't that bad actually. I heard the front door creak open and saw that the sheriff was peaking through the front door.

"Strange ass kids..."

I barely heard that but it made me frown. But I was to tired to give a damn.

I looked over and saw Tommy knocked out already, snoring his ass off. I layed down on the cold floor again as I stared up at the ceiling.

'Fuck man...am I going to continue to hunt down murderers?'

It's only been 2 times, yet I've encountered a broken family and now a trauma and guilt ridden guy that's barely older then me. All cause of some nutjob that's continuesly killed people just to get to them.

It's really sad. I felt horrible for them.

And I know people are dying out there, and I wished that I could save them but I cant. Jason is out there killing innocent people.

Do I even have the right to be peacfully laying here?

I closed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh, grappling with the weight of the situation. I knew that I couldn't save everyone, and sometimes all I could do was be there for those who needed it most in the moment.

It was a harsh reality that weighed on me as I lay on that cold cell floor.

I don't understand why I was feeling all of this, and in all honesty it made me feel like shit.

For some reason I remembered the small pocket Bible that I had automatically given to me by the system. I reached for it and gently pulled it out. I stared at it as my head was filled with thoughts of numerous bible verses, all of them coming to a single verse. My fingers traced its cover as I flipped through the pages, I knew what I was looking for.

It took a minute before I found it.

"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope." - Jeremiah 29:11

"Heh, guess these presets do more then just help you in a fight?"

I wasn't a hardcore religous person, but just reading the verse gave me a glimmer of hope.

I couldn't save everyone, but I could make a difference in the lives of those I was able to save.

I closed the Bible and placed it back in my pocket. I looked over at Tommy, sound asleep on the cot, and I subconsciously whispered a silent prayer.

The Kirei preset is really effecting me huh?

Resting my head on the cold cell floor, I closed my eyes and tried to get some much-needed sleep. Tomorrow was a new day.

TIME CHANGE,

*BANG*BANG*

'What the fuck?...'

I was knocked out of my beauty sleep by loud sounds coming from the door opening. Tommy was barely waking up when we both heard young voices, startling us awake.

Entering from the bright sunshine poking through the door was the sheriff and 2 girls and a boy that all looked to be the same age as me. One of the girls was teasing and holding on to the arm of the sheriff as the other girls chattered with one another.

"Come on, Dad. You could have Rick drive down Cunningham Road and look for them."

"Megan, my deputies have more important things to do than look for camp counselors with car trouble."

So that's the sheriff's daughter?

Me and Tommy looked at each other in confusion. We got up from our respective sleeping areas as we peered through the cell bars.

"Sheriff, couldn't you like put our an all-points bulletin for them? That would be really wicked decent."

The boy started to talk but the Sheriff just looked at him funny.

"It's just that Darren and Lizbeth are in charge of organizing and setting up the new campgrounds."

"All the little kids arrive today. We're not ready to deal with that alone."

The 2 girls tried to convince the sheriff but he wasn't having any of it. He sat down behind his desk and picked up the phone.

"I sympathize with you kids. The best I can do is call the station in Carpenter and have them keep a lookout for them."

Tommy leaned over to me and whipered into my ear.

"I got a bad feeling of what might've happened to them."

To bad Tommy was as quiet as a fucking hippo.

Everyone turned at our direction thanks to him as Megan walked over to us.

"Uh dad, why are 2 boys in one of your cells?"

The sheriff looked troubled as he stared at us, trying to formulate some kind of logical answer.

"Well Megan, those 2 kids came to the office here really late durning that thunder storm. I didn't want them to be out that late driving so I invited them to stay the night."

By now Megan and her friends were at the front of our cell all staring at us.

"That makes sense but why is one of them dressed like a priest?"

"Uh..."

I took the chance to help the sheriff out of this confusing conversation.

"Hi there my name is August Ramos, a priest in training. This is my friend Tommy Jarvis."

"Hi."

She looked at us up and down with a confused look. Her friends walked right nehind her and started to whisper among themselves.

"The blonde looks kinda cute Paula."

"Yeah I know Sissy, but the priest doens't look half bad ether."

"Naw screw how hot they look, look at the stuff the priest is wearing! Wicked..."

"Aren't you guy's confused still?"

I turned over to Tommy, he had a dead pan expression at the comments made about us.

It's like they treated us like we weren't litterally in front of them.

The sheriff must have picked up on our situation as he called out to his daughter.

"Megan, you guys should go ahead and get back to the camp. I think it's almost time anyways."

"But dad! We still need-!"

"It's ok Megan, I'll call the carpenter to keep a look out for them."

"Ugh, fine."

Before the 4 of them could leave, Tommy for some odd reason decided it would be best to yell out some very interesting words about their missing friends.

"You've got to convince the sheriff to look for your friends! Hopefully, they're fine. But there's a very good chance that Jason-"

Before he could finish, the sheriff got up abrubtly. He was looking at Tommy with cold eyes now.

"Stop right there boy..."

'Jesus, here we go.'

Out of curiosity, Megan walked back over to the 2 of us. 

"Jason who?"

"Megan, get away from him now!"

She stopped only a few feet away, looking even more confused now. I could hear her friends whispering to themselves about the situation unfolding.

Tommy moved closer to her, as if to whisper something.

"I'm not dangerous, believe me. Jason is out there. He's looking for me. But there's every possibility he'll return to the camp where it all started."

"Shut up!"

The sheriff, now even more mad, stomped over and stood between Megan and Tommy. 

"I told you to shut-"

"You mean THE Jason of Camp Blood?!"

One of Megans friends named Sissy walked over to our cell, joining her friend as they both stared at Tommy.

"Yes actually."

I spoke up, which made the sheriff look at me like I was crazy to. Tommy for once had a relaxed expression, seeing how someone actually agreed with him, even if it was some crazy 17 year old priest.

"No..."

"You kids better leave. These boys aren't mentally well."

"But dad we-"

"Megan, take your friends back to the camp. I'll let you know if I hear anything about your counselors."

'Sigh...'

Watching this unfold was a tad bit goofy, especially me joining in. But I need myself anf Tommy to get kicked out so we can go find Jason faster. Strange times but hey, go with it. I looked over at Megan. She wanted to say something but the sheriff eyes were 'encourging' her to leave now. 

"Don't hit their faces dad, they're kinda cute."

"Megan, leave!"

Her group quickly ran out, as if to avoid what the sheriff would do to them. Megan on the other hand took a quick glance at us as she began to walk out.

"Hey you."

I called out to her, and she paused, turning to face me with curiosity.

"Listen, Megan, I know my friend here my sound crazy, but you need to be careful. Just...keep a eye out ok?"

She hesitated for a moment, looking back and forth between me and the sheriff, who was clearly irritated at me talking to her.

"Come on, Megan!" 

"Ok then.."

Once they were all gone, the sheriff looked at us with a cold look. 

"I was just going to call the clinic and have them collect you and your little friend, but now I just want you out of here immediately. No more of that poison seeping into my daughter!"

"But they have to be warned, Sheriff. Jason will return to the area that's familiar. No matter what you call it, it's still Camp Crystal Lake to him!"

Tommy tried again to convince the sheriff but only got ignored, putting on his coat and grabbing his gun. 

"We're gonna escort the two of you and that shit-pile pickup of yours to the edge of my jurisdiction-"

Picking up his rifle, the sheriff aimed it at the door. Cocking the rifle he turned around.

"Then we'll say goodbye and we'll never see your deranged butts around here again"

"Right?"