Tom had wrapped himself around a bulky soft drinks machine. With Jason no more than a few big strides away, he pulled it off balance and rode it until it struck the opposite wall, blocking Jason’s path.

“That should slow you down,” he said, covering his mouth and shifting from foot to foot. God, the heat.

Jason reached the machine and stopped. He and Tom silently regarded each other.

“Would you like a Coke?” said Tom. The machine vibrated as Jason seized it with both hands.

Tom trembled. “Diet Coke?”

Jason tipped the machine sideways. It fell on Tom, crushing the lower half of his body against the ground and pinning him down. The weight was immense.

Tom raised his one free hand as Jason walked around the machine.

Chapter 23, Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat