Still clinging to his head, she exerted her weight on him. Driving them both toward the edge of the roof.

“You've taken your last victim,” she screamed. Blood pounded hotly in her head as she urged them both toward oblivion.

Jason took another step backwards, finding only air. Then he and Halo were toppling together, falling off the roof.

For a split second, Halo was riding Jason Voorhees, gazing down at the flashing lights and the people below. She felt strangely detached. Maybe it was because this was the right thing to do. The sight was strangely beautiful.

Then it all changed. There was a sudden tightness around her throat. She was suspended in the air, as if captured by a freeze-frame, while Jason’s body fell away from her, down toward the ground.

   Chapter 24

As Jason plummeted, there was stunned silence at ground level. Jaws hung low, eyes didn’t dare blink and WCX News’s cameraman struggled to follow the giant’s descent. The more nervous spectators scampered for cover.

Jason hammered onto the fountain with an almighty crunch, landing across the phoenix sculpture’s wings. His body was impaled in eight places along their spiked peaks, while the bird’s majestically upturned beak pierced his guts. One wing’s wicked peak had plunged through his mask and out through the back of his head.

   Chapter 24

The senior medic wasn’t listening. He was yelling at someone, off in the distance. “Hey, Scotty. You worked out how to turn this damn water off yet?”

Waylon looked at what remained of Jason’s face. At the metal spike which split through the mask’s centre, then out of the back of his skull.

“This oughta do it,” called a voice in the distance.

Waylon drew back a fist and smacked the top of Jason’s head. “Fuck you,” he said. Then he spat on the mask and watched his phlegm dribble down its filthy, dented, cracked surface.

The fountain’s water thinned and then stopped altogether.

“Okay,” said the senior medic. “Push him upwards, after three.”

Everyone nodded. Waylon placed his hand under one of Jason’s shoulders.

“One... Two...”

The twitching of fingers on Jason’s right hand went unnoticed.

“Three...”

Those fingers balled into a fist.

   Chapter 24

How Norwood would have hated to learn that his nemesis Voorhees had somehow survived his fall from that roof, eventually reanimating as five people attempted to remove him from that fountain. Killing two of them within seconds, Voorhees had reportedly wrenched himself from the metal phoenix’s spikes, jumped down to ground level and strode away, heading toward the woods and, more specifically, the lake. I was sure that WCX News were kicking themselves for not hanging around any longer.

My LIFE PART FIVE: THE RESURRECTION, Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat