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  1. Just then, she heard metal joints creaking. She spun around. At her feet, the huge man lay in pieces like a broken doll. One of those pieces was the artificial leg. The leather straps and buckles on the Lucite leg's thigh slapped together loosely, jangling as the leg Snapped up straight. The leg bent at the knee. And then it kicked straight up at Kelly.
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  3. Who stepped to the side.
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  5. So that the fake leg caught Boone in the shin. He gave a low groan. The leg kept kicking, kicking and thrusting and stomping like crazy. Boone grabbed for the top of the leg, trying to pull the leg off of him, but that meant he held the Lucite thigh in place as the hard blue leg kept kicking and kicking—
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  7. Kelly covered her eyes, but she could still see through her bloody fingers as the leg started to kick out Boone's insides. Until finally with a growl that became a scream, Boone managed to rip the plastic leg apart.
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  9. It was too late. His stomach was now a rotted, bloody mess. Sagging, he reached out for the open car door to hold him up. It swung shut under his weight, trapping and cracking three bony fingers. The hand stayed where it was as Boone slid the rest of the way down to the ground.
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  11. His head was turned toward Kelly, his eyes looking at her with fear. His mouth curled upward into a last smile. He reached a skeleton's hand out toward her in the darkness. There was a horrible hiss. Then his body began to writhe and burn right before her eyes. The worms were sliding out of him on all sides, wriggling into the safety of the blood-wet ground.
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  13. Soon there was nothing left of Boone but a thick gray mist, which curled upward from his body like a huge question mark.
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  15. And then—
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  17. For one brief moment—
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  19. The mist formed itself into a familiar figure. Kelly had studied those fuzzy photos in her scrapbook long enough to know him when she saw him. It was Jason. The boy in the white hockey mask. A machete in his hand.
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  21. The misty figure raised the machete, as if to swing at her, but a gust of wind blew the mist—and the image—away.
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  23. Friday the 13th: Jason's Curse, chapter 27
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