In the fading light of the evening, Jason Voorhess stood hidden among the dense trees surrounding Crystal Lake. His gaze was fixed on the two large figures by the shore, their laughter echoing across the water as they watched a small boy flailing helplessly in the lake. The boy's desperate cries for help pierced the air, each one more frantic than the last.
Jason moved with silent determination. As he approached, the first man barely registered the presence behind him before the glint of metal silenced him forever. In one swift motion, Jason grabbed a lifebuoy from the shore and expertly hurled it towards the struggling boy.
The second man turned to flee but tripped over his own feet, his scream cut short as he plunged headfirst into the lake. Jason watched impassively as the boy, now clutching the lifebuoy, was pulled towards the safety of the shore by the unseen power of Jason's steady hands.
Jason bent down, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the boy. He handed the boy a small, crumpled note before retreating into the forest's embrace. The boy unfolded the note with trembling hands, his wide eyes reflecting the moonlight as he read it aloud.
"Hello little one, if bullies in Crystal Lake ever annoy you again, call my name and I'll come and help you. But you should still know what my name is. His name is Jason Voorhess." The boy's voice wavered, a mixture of awe and gratitude filling every word.
The boy looked up, his eyes scanning the shadows for a glimpse of his silent savior. But Jason was gone, leaving only the gentle lapping of the water against the shore and the promise of protection lingering in the air.
