Voorhees’ First Blood: FAN FICTION

“You want to know my name?

It’s Pamela Voorhees. The date is September 13^th, 1946, and I am here in the Cadiz Ohio Police Department.

My husband, Elias, is dead and that is why I am here. I am sure I will be under arrest by you fools once I start, but if it were up to me, I would let me go. Look at me, he beat me until I was purple. I’m pregnant, and a grown man is beating me! Why are you all looking at me like that, I know what I’m talking about! I didn’t kill him, at least not on purpose! I was defending myself! Ugh, fine! I will tell you what happened but just remember, I’m a poor battered woman in need of your assistance!

It all started when I conceived back in January this year. We moved into a trailer not far from here, and Elias went to work, got drunk, came home and beat the shit out of me. This became an everyday routine. Elias was angry with me all the time after a specific argument we had 6 months ago about the baby. I told him I could hear his voice in my mind! Yet, every time I told him this, he threw a fist in my face, telling me to shut up and stop having crazy thoughts. He shut me down, and he let my baby down.

Then, that’s when my sweet soon-to-be Jason Voorhees began telling me to kill Elias. For six months I ignored it but today was different.

Today, I heard my baby boy tell me,

‘Kill him, Mommy. Kill him. Don’t let him get away, Mommy! Don’t let him live! I love you!’

So, I answered him,

‘I won’t Jason, I won’t!’

I grabbed an axe by the door as Elias sat in his lazy boy chair, and I spoke,

‘I love you too, Jason. And no one…’

After I spoke, Elias turned around as I slammed the axe into Elias’ shoulder, his muscles hanging on by veins and tendons. Throughout my sentence, I destroyed Elias’ body as he screamed in agony.

‘Will hurt us…’ Smashed into his chest.

‘Ever again!’ I chunked the blade straight into his skull, blood gushing out of his face.

That’s when he fell to the ground, motionless with the axe still in his forehead. I could hear Jason cheering, and his laughter warmed my heart.