Bobby’s scream was cut short as Jason’s blow powered through his face, emerging through the back of his skull, coated red and clutching shattered chips of bone. His eyes momentarily crossed, gazing down at the fist, which had ruined his nose, his mouth and everything down to his chin. Then they rolled up into their sockets.

The corpse sank to its knees and Jason stooped slightly, his arm remaining inside the boy’s head. Then he yanked upwards, snapping the skull loose from the neck.

Jason examined the cranium, which was sitting halfway, up his forearm, like some grisly wristwatch.

Chapter 3, Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat