Punishment on Friday The 13th.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for plot.

Chapter 1: Prologue.

"I hate this fucking job" a folder is being thrown on the table shortly after the words escaped old Pullaski's mouth, a sheriff working in a small town of Blairstown, the photos roll out of the folder as they hit the table "Take a look at this sick shit, makes me want to puke my guts out" Pullaski addresses his partner who appears to be more younger then Pullaski is, and his eyes are covered by a police officer cap, he is also more taller than Pullaski. His partner slowly approaches the folder with the photos on the table, he picks up the photos and starts looking trough them "I have no idea how you can keep a straight face while looking at that slaughter" Pullaski yells out from behind his partners back "I didn't have lunch today" the partner answers with a steady voice, still looking trough the pictures of countless dead bodies brutalized in the most horrible ways.

"I can't believe this shit started again around here…" Pullaski sighs out; he reaches into his pocket and grabs out a patch of cigarettes "You don't mind right, or you wanna join in?" Pullaski asks his partner, on which his partner replies "Go right ahead, I don't smoke". Pullaski reaches into the pocket for a box of matches "And to think I actually thought it stopped after so many years…" Pullaski sighs out while lighting up the match "You do know this isn't the first time this shit happened here, right?" he asks his partner after lighting up the cigarette and inhaling the smoke. "Yes I did..." his partner drops the photos after looking trough all of them, then he turns to Pullaski and asks "So who are our culprits?" on which Pullaski answers "In the folder…" he sighs out, as blows the smoke out of his nose "I was surprised to say the least…" he says as his partner was opening the folder and reaching for the culprits list, he reads trough it, but it doesn't take him long since there is only name mentioned "Smith Jones?".

"Bullshit" Pullaski spits out "Probably one of the poor victims, one of the bodies in those photos" his partner looks at him and asks "Then why is his na…" he is cut off by Pullaski "Because you and I both know that those fucking pricks want to pin the blame on anyone they can identify in that mess of bodies" he grabs the cigarette with two fingers out of his mouth, blowing smoke trough his mouth "They do that because they don't believe that Jason fucking Voorhees did that!" the partner asks Pullaski putting the folder down on the table "But they don't have any eviden…" he is once again cut off by Pullaski "Evidence? That shit doesn't matter here if the income is good and trust me, for this mess the income is handsome" he puts the cigarette back in his mouth, his partner walks away from the table toward a small window in their office and asks "So they found this mans body?" on which Pullaski answers "That's the fun part, apparently no, they identified the man's identity from a witness who survived the onslaught" his partner looks at Pullaski and asks "Witness?" Pullaski throws the cigarette in the trash bin after finishing it "Yeah, an 18 year old girl, she says this guy was the one carrying big guns and apparently shooting everyone insight" his partner moves away from the window closer to Pullaski "But all of the victims died from injuries that were delivered by a cold weapon, or by hand, bullet holes were delivered into their bodies after they were dead" Pullaski looks on the floor "Exactly, I believe this guy, what was his name again?" On which his partner answers "Smith Jones", "Exactly, I believe the poor guy was just fending off, bodies got caught in a crossfire, and the girl just saw him shooting everything and thought it was him the whole time" Pullaski gets up and starts walking over to the table with the folder on it "But that would be too hard to prove, so they simply take the easy way out" he gathers all the photos into the folder "Pinning the blame on the poor guy" he grabs the folder with everything in it "I swear this job is as dirty as the sewers of this town" Pullaski walks over to the door with the folder in his hand "Lets go, we're going to meet the witness" Pullaski walks out of the office, his partner follows him, but before he leaves the office, he turns the light off and closes the door.