Felice spotted Jason as he stepped into her path, but was too slow to prevent herself from slamming directly into the immovable wall of his broad, filthy chest. Her POV shook and she screamed like a banshee.

"T-Rex," Alan said.

T-Rex blessed them with a perfect shot of Jason's machete bursting through the milky, flawless skin of Felice's lower back,slightly to the right of her spine. A dark geyser of blood burst from the wound, splattering her pale ass and legs.

Felice's hands clawed reflexively at Jason's hockey mask. Blood gushed from her nose and mouth as her twitching feet were lifted off the ground. She began to slide downward as the blade of the machete traveled up through her body, snapping her ribs one by one as it moved toward her shoulder.

"Jason POV!" Alan called out.

"Awesome..." Caleb said, enthralled by Jason's POV shot of Felice's dying face, eyes rolled up to silvery whites and blood drooling from her slack lips.

Suddenly, Jason's POV looked up from the dying woman and his calm, level gaze fixed on the frozen, wide-eyed T-Rex.

"F#ck!" T-Rex said.

"Bleep it," Caleb said.

"Done," Alan replied, signaling a tech to his left. They were on the standard thirty second delay, so it was no problem to cover up T- Rex's profanity. The past few years had seen a total revolution in filthy language on TV and even the much reviled "cunt" had finally made it to prime time, but the born-agains were clinging to the F- word like a dog with a bone and it was the last thing that still could not be said. You could show a woman in a bikini being butchered on live television, but Lord knows you can't have people saying the F- word. Caleb smirked. God bless America.

T-Rex bolted and Alan stayed with Jason's POV. A tech beside Caleb had the Xtreme Elimination streaming website up, monitoring the traffic—looked like the JasonCam was the most popular choice among online viewers. Outstanding. Caleb could not help but congratulate himself on the decision to include Jason. He was a star, a sixty-nine share with a machete. Television gold.

Jason was closing in on T-Rex. They had the equivalent of the Zapper rigged for Jason too, a bull killing dose of tranquilizer that could be remotely jammed into Jason's neck if he got out of line and started getting the jump on someone important like the Butcher or Val Randall. T-Rex was a great contestant, but Caleb saw no reason to stop Jason from taking her out too. Two kills before the first commercial break. That was Caleb's kind of action.

As Jason caught up to T-Rex, his POV got a little messy and confusing so Alan cut back to fourteen and wound up with a nice two shot of the gory action. T-Rex fought like a pit bull bitch, biting large, gray chunks of dead flesh from Jason's arms and neck but there was no real question as to who would take this round. Jason held her by her pigtails and started sawing vigorously into her neck. Blood shot up like a glorious Las Vegas fountain as he ground the blade through the notches between her vertebrae until he finally severed her head. When T-Rex was ready for her close up, Alan switched back to JasonCam in time for a killer shot of her ragged neck stump as Jason peered into the raw cross-section like he was trying to divine the age of a fallen tree by counting rings,

   Friday the 13th: The Jason Strain, chapter 9