The giant was almost free. Rosen felt victorious as he hacked at the final pieces of mud holding the man's huge feet in place. He hadn't seen much of the giant's body during this operation, due to the black water, which surrounded him. The diver was practically inverted, his head and upper body dipping into this hole of his own making. It was over six feet deep.

Had he enjoyed full control over his mind, he might have vaguely anticipated what would happen next. Two strong hands grabbed his legs, exerting a painful iron grip. One of the giant's feet tore free of the sediment below and kicked Rosen squarely in the face, smashing his scuba mask and reducing his nose to pulp. Water began to flood into his suit.

Amid his sudden panic, Rosen felt the giant's body rising beside him, while those hands simultaneously forced him further down into the hole. His own hands thrashed madly, but failed to make any purchase on the slick, crumbling walls. Black, foul water pumped down his throat, leaving him bug-eyed and praying for air that would never come.

The last thing Rosen felt was sheer, claustrophobic terror as a pile of mud was forced down around his head and shoulders: the very same earth that he had hacked loose was being kicked back into the hole.

Jason Voorhees stood on the lakebed, watching the upside-down man who was embedded up to his waist in filth. Only when the rubber clad feet stopped kicking and twitching, did Jason release the legs. They floated lifelessly in tune with the lake's current.

   Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat, chapter 3