"Hey, stop right there."

Jason had been striding across the golf course when the cry came from across the dimly lit grounds. The giant stopped dead and searched slowly, systematically for the one who dared challenge him.

A security guard was advancing on Jason from the shadows. While he had a gun in his hands, it wasn't pointing at the intruder. Not yet.

“Could you identify yourself please, sir?” The voice was etched with fear.

Jason stood motionless, his empty hands glistening red. Getting a better look at the intruder as he drew nearer, the guard raised the gun.

Grabbing a nearby golf flag, Jason wrenched its metal pole from the ground. Then he hurled it like a spear. The pole pierced the guard’s stomach, emerged through his lower back and sunk into the earth behind him.

The guard spluttered, coughing blood as he leant back against the pole, sliding a few inches down it. He raised the gun again. Upon him, Jason snatched the weapon and threw it to one side. The terrified guard opened his mouth, only for it to be smothered by one of Jason's hands. Forcing his fingers between the guard's teeth and gripping hard, Jason yanked downwards.

Snap.

The man's lower jaw snapped off and hit the grass, followed by thick swathes of blood.

Chapter 19, Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat