Summer took the opportunity to grab the hand that held the X- acto blade. She pushed the hand back with all her might so that the knife sliced cleanly through the fleshy middle of the man's other arm.

The man turned his masked head back to look at what she'd done. He stared down at his arm as if puzzled.

Still holding his hand and the knife, Summer slashed upward, stabbing under the man's mask, piercing his Adam's apple. His blood was spurting freely now. The bats were circling wildly, cheeping in high-pitched little screeches. And now the masked man viciously swung his arm—the arm that held the knife—at Summer. It was the back of his fist that did the damage. He caught Summer on the chin and sent her sprawling backward yet again. She was bleeding from her mouth now, and her stomach, and the back of her head. She felt as wet and runny with blood as the slimy cave was wet with trickling water. The screeching of the bats grew louder.

The man stepped forward. His blood dripped down onto her face as he glared down at her. He knelt. He groped for the slit in Summer's shirt while his other hand raised the knife. She tried to protect herself, scrunching into a ball, both arms closing around her stomach, but he flicked her arms away with his hand...

   Friday the 13th: Road Trip, chapter 24