Every sinew in Trey’s body stood up to be counted, as he once again shoved at the drum. This time, it up-ended, tumbling away from him and right into Jason’s path.

The giant looked down to see his own legs consumed with flame. The lashing inferno had already set about devouring his lower half and was making its way up his huge frame.

“Burn, you motherfucker,” breathed Trey, standing back and watching his handiwork. “Burn!”

The flames were savaging Jason’s torso, preparing to lap at his head.

Trey’s grin faded only when it occurred to him that while this guy was on fire, he didn’t appear to trouble him unduly. That’s when Trey decided to turn and run. As if sensing that his prey was about to flee, Jason stomped toward him with immense strides, taking one of his arms in a paralyzing grip. Trey gasped at the giant’s speed and strength. Jason slung another arm around his back, wrenching the man toward his own blazing body.

Trey shrieked as the fire ate him alive. For a minute, the two figures resembled one blazing torch, Trey struggling feebly. Soon, the intense heat melted his nerve endings and he fell limp in Jason’s merciless grasp.

The giant manipulated the blackened, broken corpse like a toy, using it to extinguish the remaining flames on his back. With a barely audible grunt, he tossed Trey’s body aside and looked around the empty campsite.

Chapter 9, Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat