The scope broke off the mount and bounced away, shattered glass spraying across Bob's path. He probably ought to help the cute girl, or better yet run away, but he was frozen in abject terror, watching in disbelief as the furious blonde swung the tripod at her attacker. Jason countered with the machete, shearing the tripod in half and leaving her holding a single leg. He thrust at her with the blade, aiming for her heart, and she threw herself to the left, jamming the broken end of the tripod leg into her attacker's exposed right side. The masked man grabbed her wrist and wrenched upward, making her let go of the tripod leg. He did not seem at all disturbed by the broken tripod leg sticking out between his ribs. Instead, he swung the machete and chopped off Cheryl's arm.

Cheryl screamed and fell back, convulsing on the ground and the masked man put an enormous boot on the center of her chest, holding her down as he pulled the tripod leg from his side in a dark, unhealthy spurt of noxious fluid.

Chapter 22, Friday the 13th: The Jason Strain