XIII

Some horror characters have become truly iconic, enduring through time. By either appearance or name, most people could tell you who they are and what franchise they belong to. This is one of the genre's unique features: recognizing it through its antagonist or villain. It's something to be valued. Personally, I find it intriguing that a villain or evil entity can captivate audiences and win their hearts more than the protagonist.

Following the previous entry in the series, XIII honours everyone's favourite unstoppable killing machine. Even with a slight fear of water, that won't phase him.

I want to give thanks again to Ice Nine Kills for the inspiration of this series. If you're not familiar with them and you enjoy metal music, I suggest that you have a look at their work

A campfire scene, a bonding of peers,

Stories and songs shared, and even some fears.

Here at camp, we are all as one,

A place of equality,

And at the utmost, a place of fun.

What about the secret?

The body that lies in the lake,

The boy that drowned,

That was all a big mistake.

Bullied and shunned by friends, so-called,

Not one of them cared when, for help, he bawled.

Is this not the truth, is it all a lie?

Can you all truly deny?

Below the surface, he will silently wait,

Waiting for Mother to change his fate.

Revenge sought in his stead,

Plans on painting the camp red.

With hatred, she curses the grounds,

For a mother’s fury knows no bounds.

Counsellors engaged in debaucherous emotion,

Unaware, outside, the chaos and commotion.

A machete she takes to those who did her wrong,

She swings and swings until they’re gone.

Pouring her disgust on the lunar moon,

He will return from his watery cocoon.

Over the years, kids die here,

Filled with desperation and fear.

One important victim remains,

One she wishes immense pain,

Before revealing her true intent,

She’ll drag her down the deepest descent.

My son drowned here, you know,

Left to his fate, with no chance to grow.

His name was Jason, my only creation,

Today is his birthday and your damnation.

I’ll end you in his name,

You’re the one that I blame.

Brandishing the bloodied machete,

She means to turn her into confetti.

They both fight for the upper hand,

Alice must make this her last stand.

Taking the blade she strikes for her life,

Removing the head and ending the strife.

This 13th Friday she came to her end,

He rose too late to defend.

Taking her head and making a shrine,

Embracing revenge as his design.

With her blade in hand, he returns to the scene,

His body moving like a machine.

Hiding his face behind bag and mask,

A twisted vision to call a casque.

An immeasurable force never to stop,

Snuffing out life with just a chop.

With Alice on his mind,

He will treat her in kind,

The same fate as Mother,

Giving the steel from one to another.

Cursed are those who enter this site,

Never to see the end of their plight.  

All souls will die before the daybreak,

For none may leave Camp Crystal Lake.