As she held Brandon against her chest, Ginny could hear Jason down below, still searching for them amongst the junk that had been stored down there. Now was the time to get their plan into motion.

To her right, Chris was hiding behind the hay-bales, shovel in hand, waiting for him to appear so she could strike him from behind.

Ginny got up from her knelt position and began opening the doors they use to bring the hay in. They hit the walls of the barn hard, loud enough for anyone to hear, bringing the attention of Jason to her.

Turning around so she was facing the ladder, she saw Jason climbing through, standing there once he was up with the machete in hand, his tall stature filling the space that he was in, his dark eyes now staring back at her behind that hockey mask, a vast difference to the pillowcase he'd used in his spree to kill all of her friends a year prior, as well as his attempt on herself and Paul.

She held Brandon a little closer as she backed away slowly, ready to slide down the very rope that was hanging outside if it meant it would keep Brandon safe, but as Jason approached them, she could see in the corner of her eye Chris coming out of her hiding place, shovel held overhead, ready to strike.

Chris downed the hulking killer in one hard whack to the back of the head. He may tower over them, he may be as strong as an ox, but he was still human, in the physical sense, so he can be hurt, knock unconscious, and even killed.

Once he was on the floor, Chris and Ginny were quick to grab the rope, pulling it up and looping it around his neck before tying it off like a noose. With Chris using her hands, and Ginny her feet, they both pushed Jason, noticing that he was already waking back up, reaching back for them, but it was too late.

Jason fell immediately to the ground below, almost reaching it before the rope suddenly stopped giving, and he let out a choked grunt before the girls could swear they heard a snap.

As he dangled with his feet barely touching the floor, the girls could see that he wasn't moving, just hanging there with his head drooped to the side.

They'd done it. They'd killed Jason Voorhees, the legend of Crystal Lake together. Once the realization had sunk in, Ginny lay a hand on Chris' shoulder, who'd been kneeling and leaning over the edge to make sure that Jason wasn't moving.

"Come on," she said, "Let's get out of here."

Chris gave a small smile, as though she wasn't sure it was really over, but once she saw the reassurance in Ginny's smile, she nodded, and climbed to her feet, "Okay, let's go."

Once they reached the bottom of the ladder Chris took a quick gander at the piles of bodies, but then looked away, wiping away at a tear that slowly streaked her cheek. She didn't want to think about that now. She'd seen too much of it and didn't want to see anything like it for as long as she lived. She had to commend Ginny for her perseverance though. She'd survived two massacres now, and she looked like she wasn't batting an eyelid at the gruesome scene as she held Brandon in her arms, kissing his hair with reassurances in her whispers.

"We'll deal with that once we notify the authorities back in town," Ginny replied as she helped Chris open the barn doors, both jumping back a little at the limp, hanging body of Jason Voorhees. He was still unmoving, like those fake skeletons you'd find hanging off someone's porch when you were out trick-or-treating.

Just as they were about to leave though, his head suddenly sprung upright, both girls screaming in horror at the fact that he wasn't dead, but very much alive. He reached up grabbing the rope as he lifted himself up in order for him to take off the noose before dropping to the floor, towering over him.

"No! No! You can't be alive!" Chris screeched as he reached down for the machete that had fallen from above when he was pushed off the top floor. He walked forward, looking between the two, and deciding to go after Chris, who was backing herself up against the wall. She looked around for anything to defend herself with but found nothing.

Ginny, in one swift motion, picked up the garden claw from the nearby worktable, and stabbed it right into his back, just below his neck as that was how high she could reach.

His grunt was muffled behind the mask, and he turned to face Ginny and booted her right in the gut, causing her to fall back hard, but it was just low enough to miss Brandon, who was still in her arms. She held onto him though as she fell, gasping for breath as she tried her best to crawl away, Jason's attention on her for the moment as he went after her instead.

Reaching the worktable Ginny settled Brandon underneath it so he was safely out of the way before Jason grabbed her leg, pulling her toward him. Looking up Ginny could see him lifting the machete overhead, ready to kill her when Chris reached up behind him and took out the garden claw, stabbing it into his back a second time.

Jason, now furious, elbowed her in the face, causing her to fall back, Chris screaming in pain, it felt like she had just been smacked in the face with a brick. He slashed at her with the machete, the blade cutting a clean slice across her leg, blood spraying along the ground, Chris reaching for the wound to stop the bleeding.

Grabbing her by the throat he lifted her up into the air like she weighed nothing, and it was only a matter of seconds before he'd kill her that Ginny needed to think fast.

Looking behind her, she saw the pitchfork embedded in the barn door, and pulled it out with such force, she had to take a few steps back. Her attention now back on Chris, she could see that she was giving it her all, kicking and punching him with every fiber of her being in preventing him from killing her.

Ginny wasted no time in plunging the pitchfork into the back of his left knee, causing him to let go of Chris, who was struggling to breathe, Jason trying to reach back for Ginny, who was pinning him to the floor with it.

"Quick! Chris! The ax!" She nodded in the direction of where the ax was held up against the wall, Chris reaching up for it with both hands, and taking it off the hooks.

She held it overhead, and before she allowed him to do anything else, she hacked it right into his head. He stood up then, regardless of the pitchfork in his leg and proceeded to reach out to her, in his last attempt to end her life.

Chris was screaming "No!" at him, still can't believe that he was still alive before something made him stop, his head suddenly jerked to the side before he fell to the floor, dead. He may have survived the hanging, but no-one could survive an ax to the head.

She stepped over him, and reached out for Ginny who embraced her in her arms, soothing her with whispers of, "It's okay," and "It's over, it's finally over". She then proceeded to allow Ginny to pick Brandon back up from under the table before they both left Jason where he lay and left the barn behind.

Seeing as Jason had cut the power and there were no other means of calling the authorities, Ginny and Chris thought they'd feel a lot safer if they got in one of the boats by the pier, and rowed their way back to town. The river ran right through it. The van was fucked so they thought it was the best possible plan.

So, as they climbed into the boat, Ginny thought it best if she'd row the boat while Chris held Brandon, as she hadn't done so in a while and it'll help keep her mind off things.

Chris liked that very much, her arms out ready to take Brandon into them as Ginny grabbed the oar, and pushed them off away from the shore, down the river. Chris looked down at the cute, chubby face, and it was all she could think about. His soft skin, the faint brown hair, the soothing aroma all babies seem to smell of.

The three of them had survived. Survived the legend of Jason Voorhees, but was it truly over? Chris didn't care. They were safe. That was all that mattered.

They must have stopped at some point as Chris could sense that the boat wasn't moving as she awoke from her slumber. What was strange however was the fact that Ginny and Brandon were no-where to be seen, her leg wasn't throbbing from the wound Jason had inflicted and the boat was back at Higgins' Haven.

"Ginny? Ginny where are you?"

No-one answered, and as she looked around she could hear everything was quiet, and therefore, somewhat normal. It was day-time now, she must have slept through the night and the morning, but the place looked eerie, despite the sun shining overhead.

A log had bumped into the boat, causing Chris to scream out loud, but she immediately calmed down soon after seeing what it was, pushing it out of the way. For some reason, she looked back toward the house, she didn't know what made her do it, but she soon regretted it afterward.

Up on the second floor of the cabin, she could see Jason, sans the hockey mask, his face bloodied from where she'd struck him with the ax, looking down at her through the window.

"No!" She began screaming, picking up the oar beside her, and started to row back down the river, wanting to get as far away as she could, not even realizing that she'd forgotten about Ginny and Brandon in her pursuit to get away.

As she was looking back, she saw that he'd disappeared, but then the back door into the kitchen exploded, and out came Jason, who was now running down toward the pier. Toward her.

"No! No!" She kept screaming, the boat suddenly stopping, whipping her head around so damn fast that she was lucky she didn't get whiplash. The log from before had blocked her from escaping, Chris reaching down to push it out of the way again, but this time it didn't budge at all.

"Come on!" She urged, but it proved futile. She looked back to see how close he was but was met with utter confusion as he was no-where to be seen. The back door was back on its hinges and closed, and he wasn't at any of the windows.

Something wasn't right, but before she could think of anything about it, Jason jumped out from under the water behind her, reached out with his huge arms, and pulled her under, Chris hearing her own screams as it all faded to black…

"AAAAGGGHHH!"

Suddenly there were arms around her, but they weren't Herculean like Jason's. She also found herself in the back of a car, looking around to see two police officers in the front, her leg had been bandaged up and Ginny was the one who was holding her.

"It's okay, Chris! It's okay. We're safe. No-one's going to get you now." She comforted her in a soothing tone, Chris calming down somewhat as the officers continued their pursuit to the hospital.

The two police officers, Wray and Cunningham, had seen Ginny on the side of the road, battered, bloodied, but alright, flagging them down with her arms in the air. After pulling over, she'd told them everything that had happened, and shown them to the boat she'd parked on the side of the river, with Chris and Brandon asleep together.

Once she had Brandon in her arms, the two officers helped with picking up Chris, who was pretty out of it, into the back of the car, and that lead up to where they were now. On their way to the hospital to get checked up on.

Ginny could see the look in their eyes about Jason Voorhees attacking and killing her friends, saying he was long dead from the wounds that he was afflicted with from his last killing spree, but she guaranteed them that when they go to Higgins' Haven, they'll see that he had been alive, but now was truly dead.

The two officers about ate their hats when they arrived to investigate the crime scene, not believing for about two seconds what was in front of their eyes.

Jason Voorhees. In the flesh. With an ax in his head. And what he'd done to those poor kids was absolutely barbaric. They thought what they'd read in the reports of the Packanack killings was brutal, but what happened here took the cake. They were just glad that he was finally put to rest, and that it was all over.

As they placed the bodies into body bags and loaded them into the vans, they carried Jason out last, the ax now removed from his head in order for him to fit in, on his way to the county morgue.

After the police were pleased with what Ginny and Chris had described in their statements, they allowed them to return home, Paul arriving to take Ginny and Brandon back, and Chris' parents to take her home.

After that Chris never returned to Higgins' Haven. Having been attacked twice by the same man on two different occurrences was too much of a coincidence, and besides which, she had nothing there to go back to now. Nick was dead, and any part of her that would've wanted to live there, with him, had died with him.

For as long as she'd live, no matter how many times the therapists would tell her that she would get past this, and go back to living an almost normal life, she'd never forgotten his face. How could you ever forget someone so evil as Jason Voorhees?

Ginny would go on to marry Paul and give birth to another two children, another son Jacob, and a beautiful daughter, Maisie. She and Chris never grew apart, this experience bringing them even closer together. They were each other's rocks, helping each other out in any way that they needed. Thus their part in Jason's legacy had ended, but for a certain eleven-year-old boy, it was just the beginning...

The End