Buzzy's hand shot out and grabbed her, holding her in a grip of steel. Her mouth dropped open. Belatedly it occurred to Missy that it might be a good idea to run. But by then that powerful hand was dragging her down, right onto the floor of the spinning carousel. She tried to squirm away, but he was on top of her now, holding her in place. She screamed. The huge bee head just stared down at her, as if puzzled why she would be making so much noise. The bee's stinger was pointing at her throat. For the first time, Missy saw the black needles that protruded from the tip of the stinger.

There was something familiar about those sharp, black points.

Maybe if Missy had had an instant longer, she could have figured out why, could have recognized her own knitting needles.

But just then, the bee lowered its head in a sudden thrust.

The stinger's sharp points went through her throat.

   Chapter 16

Teddy bobbed his head up and down, watching with fascination as the stinger on his Buzzy mask threaded in and out of Missy's guts.

He couldn't get over his amazement. She was the captain of the cheerleading team and he had killed her. That was even more impressive than dating her.

For years, Teddy had dreamed of showing up at school with one of these cheerleaders on his arm. Wouldn't it be great to waltz into the cafeteria with Missy, Summer, or Belinda? "Buzzee, Buzzee, Buzzee," the chant would spring up. But. then the mouths of every single student would. drop open in unison as he led the beautiful girl into the room.

Teddy sighed. Well, he would never fulfill that fantasy now. At least not with Missy. In his mind, the fantasy changed. This time he was walking into the cafeteria with Missy's corpse. Actually, that seemed just as good a way to shut up the rest of the students.

He got up off what was left of Missy Lowe's body and removed the blood-stained bee head, revealing his white hockey mask underneath. It stuck to his face so tightly it was as if it were trying to embed itself deep into his skin.

He heard the soft fluttering of bat wings. The bats smelled blood, he realized. Good, they would clean up the mess. He looked across the field. Past the burned-out wreckage of the various amusement rides, he could see the forest where he knew the old Crystal Lake campgrounds lay.

   Friday the 13th: Road Trip, chapter 17