With terrifying silence, Jason Voorhees flailed at the man pinned beneath him. Snagging a handful of Brody's shirt, he pulled him closer. Brody choked out a pained scream as Jason's thick fingers closed on his throat. With his free hand, Jason gripped the man's shoulder.

Then he pulled.

Slowly, agonizingly, Mark Brody's head began to separate from his body. Blood spewed from the shredded flesh in a crimson fountain. His horrible screams rose in pitch as his vocal cords were distended and torn.

"SINNER!” Long screamed, jabbing an accusatory finger at Brody's struggling form.

Brody's head tore free from his twitching body, sending a carpet of gore spraying across the floor of the makeshift church and spurring many in the to their feet. Kelly stared on in paralyzed fear as Jason kicked his leg free from the last rope and lifted himself to his feet, still holding Brody's blood-spattered head.

Chapter 8, Friday the 13th: Church of the Divine Psychopath