He had her now. He walked toward her. She got to her feet and tried to run, but she was limping badly.

That limp. It reminded Big Red of something, someone, but he couldn't place who.

He kept walking toward her. She tripped over a root and fell. He was Standing over her now. His Lucite leg was itching to give her a good swift kick. He tried to hold the leg steady. He wanted to do this one himself.

The girl was trying to get up. He placed a big meaty hand gently on the girl's shoulder and held her down. Then he placed the gun against the girl's left temple. She didn't move. Just stared up at him with soft gray-blue eyes. Eyes that were full of pain.

It was strange, but something about the way this girl was looking up at him made Red pause. Shoot! ordered the voice in his head.

But still Big Red waited. It was like he was trying to remember something, trying to remember back to before he had gotten so angry. That seemed far away. But back then, all he wanted was to have a friend, someone he could play with, someone like this pretty young girl.

Then he remembered something else. The girl had a limp. Just like Big Red used to have, before his artificial leg got so limber.

He lowered the gun, feeling puzzled.

The next thing he knew, the girl sprung forward. She grabbed the gun, her soft thin hands slipping around his big meaty one. Her hands were wet with blood. A finger pushed itself hard over his own finger, wrapping around the trigger. The finger squeezed. The gun fired.

   Friday the 13th: Jason's Curse, chapter 24