The RV pitched and spun and plowed head-on into Glo and Jason Voorhees.

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Jason's body went rolling and sliding at incredible speed along the asphalt, his limbs flailing as if on the receiving end of fifty thousand volts. His mask slammed repeatedly against the paving, his torso bounced and kicked against the road, his neck jerked and snapped in three different places-and the severed head of Pamela was sent spinning out of his grasp.

When Jason lifted Glo off her feet, the girl thought it was going to be the end of her. But, paradoxically, it had saved her life. The RV had crashed into Jason and his colossal form had absorbed most of the impact, while Glo had merely been flung to one side, her body projected with such force that the only time she felt the ground was when she landed on it.

She came down in the undergrowth, just beyond the edge of the far side of the road. Luckily, the vegetation was so thick that it cushioned her fall; she didn't seem to have anything broken. All the same, when the girl tried to sit up, she found she could hardly move. Her head was aching, she felt dizzy and confused, and there was ringing in her ears. She guessed from the first aid module of her survival course that she most probably had mild concussion; so she followed what she could remember of her training and lay still for a moment. Then she took a couple of deep breaths and promptly passed out.

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"There!" Alice pointed out a shape lying in the road.

She and her father had walked an incredible fifty to a hundred yards before finding anything: it didn't seem possible anyone could have been thrown so far.

"Who is it?" George's cane tapped on the paving as he hurriedly limped along beside his daughter.

Alice looked back towards the carnival vehicles; their headlamps were only just useful at this distance, and now some damn clouds were blocking out the moon.

"I don't know," she answered, frustrated. "It's too dark."

"Wait," George reached into his jacket pocket. "I have my pen torch."

Then he hobbled forward and shined the light from his novelty key-chain down onto the split hockey mask of Jason Voorhees. The maniac lay in a misshapen tangle on the asphalt and was completely motionless.

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It seemed to Witney that the nightmare was growing in madness. And it was. Because as the clouds sailed clear of the moon, neither George nor his daughter noticed Jason sitting up behind them.

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