The buzz saw’s hungry whir dominated the room like a wild animal prematurely woken from slumber. Flanahan could only faintly hear the sound. In his dazed state, he realized that the gun had fallen from his grasp. His hands squirmed as they desperately searched the carpet on either side of him, finding only dead meat. Flanahan looked up to see the figure standing directly over him.

The spinning saw blade lowered, carving effortlessly through his face, bisecting it from top to bottom, reducing his head to two spurting halves. Chunks of brain and bone flew up to strike Jason. One blob of cartilage hit the chin of his mask and clung there.

Jason deactivated the saw and stood in the sea of death, as the blade whistled to a halt. For a minute, it looked as though he was surveying his own personal kingdom, slowly turning his head to take it all in. If Jason was pleased with his handiwork, there was no sign.

He strode back out through the doorway, taking the buzz saw with him.

Chapter 6, Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat