Then a hand clamped tightly around his neck. Thick fingers sank into the boy's throat, compressing his windpipe. His feet left the ground as Jason lifted him upwards. The boy struggled to twist his head, to see the killer, but the grip on his neck was too strong. Jason swung the machete with inhuman force. The blade sank into the boy's right side, just under the ribcage, and went clean through his spine. The lower half of his body-legs still kicking-swung away from the upper half as organs and more fleshy body parts spilled out onto the ground.

Prologue, Friday the 13th: Church of the Divine Psychopath