Holding him like that, Jason groped Acheson's side with his left hand, his fingers burrowing into the machete wound. Acheson groaned horribly as Jason's fingers forced their way between the ribs there, digging deeper and deeper into the wound. With his fingers wedged firmly between the bones, Jason took a grip on Acheson's rib cage and tightened his hold on the man's upper arm. Effortlessly, the immense madman hoisted Acheson skywards, holding the wriggling body over his head like King Kong Bundy about to deliver a punishing body slam. Acheson shrieked in horrified torment as Jason slowly began pulling his torso apart, as if splitting lobster to get at the meat. Bones splintered and cracked. Acheson felt his ribs separate from his sternum, heard something meaty and wet splatter on the ground beneath him. When Acheson stopped struggling, Jason dropped the limp body into the dirt. The killer stared down at the corpse fora moment, then shook the entrails from his shoes, retrieved his machete and disappeared into the forest.

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