She ran to the side of the porch and grabbed a large white metal cylinder with a large valve at the top. Alex recognized it as the same kind of container that held the kerosene for her father's barbecue grill back in Homer. Jason turned toward Val as she fumbled with the valve.

"Come on!" Stella said, grabbing Alex's arm. "Move!"

Alex turned away as Jason grabbed Val by the throat and the kerosene caught—an orange wash of fire lit up the night.

   Chapter 26

Jason had spotted them. Butch could see the bright glint of his hateful gaze in the dark eyehole as he moved toward them. His clothing had been charred and there were raw patches of sticky burned flesh on his arms and neck, but he seemed otherwise unharmed by Val's brave, suicidal attack. He was still oozing infected blood from every inch of his skin and the holes in his mask.

   Friday the 13th: The Jason Strain, chapter 28