Jason took off his hockey mask and placed it over the singer's face.

Ross cried even harder. Jason was giving him his mask. It was as if Jason Voorhees understood. He knew that Ross was his biggest fan, and he was giving the singer his most personal and precious belonging. For a moment, Ross thought he was in heaven. But then he looked through the eyes of the mask and saw Jason's awful features. And then he felt him press down. Jason wasn't giving him the hockey mask-he was killing him with it.

"No, Jason. No!”

The killer forced the mask into Ross's skin, the circular holes forming red wheals that soon became cuts.

"Agggh!"

Ross clawed at the sheer white plastic, his nails splintering as the mask drove into him with the unstoppable force of a meat grinder. Cylinders of flesh oozed through the holes, but still the singer would not die-not until Jason braced his elbows and plunged the mask into the cracked bones of his skull.

Chapter 18, Friday the 13th: Carnival of Maniacs