The news reached every corner of Manhattan within minutes.
Police radios crackled nonstop.
Emergency sirens screamed through the streets.
And on giant televisions inside bars, restaurants, and apartment living rooms, the same horrifying footage played again and again.
A towering figure in a hockey mask standing in the center of Times Square.
Gunshots echoing.
Officers falling.
The killer walking away like nothing had happened.
Inside the Midtown Precinct, the atmosphere was pure chaos.
Phones rang constantly.
Officers rushed in and out of briefing rooms.
Detective Alvarez stood in front of a whiteboard filled with scribbled notes and photographs from the night's events.
Times Square.
Subway tunnels.
Pier 94.
Three different crime scenes.
None of them made sense.Captain Morgan slammed a folder onto the table.
"Eight confirmed victims so far," he said. "Two officers injured. One still in surgery."
The room fell silent.
Detective Alvarez rubbed his temples.
"Witness descriptions?"
Morgan flipped open the folder.
"Same story every time."
He read directly from a statement.
"Large male. Over six feet. Wearing a hockey mask. Carrying a machete."
Someone in the room scoffed nervously.
"A hockey mask? Seriously?"
Morgan looked up sharply.
"You think the victims are lying?"
No one answered.
Because they had all seen the footage.
Alvarez turned toward the television mounted in the corner of the room.
The news replayed the helicopter footage from Times Square.
The masked figure stood perfectly still in the middle of flashing police lights.
Bullets hit him.
He barely moved.
Alvarez leaned forward.
"Run that back."
The officer controlling the monitor rewound the clip.
Gunshots.
Jason stepping forward.
Again.
And again.
Alvarez stared closely at the moment the bullets struck.
"Zoom in."
The image enlarged.
You could clearly see the impact points.
But there was something wrong.
There was no blood.
No sign of real damage.
The room grew quiet again.
Finally, one detective spoke.
"That's impossible."
Alvarez didn't answer.
He just kept staring at the mask.
Across the city, Rennie and Tyler sat inside a dimly lit diner on the edge of Chinatown.
The place was nearly empty.
Everyone was watching the news.
Tyler stared at the screen in disbelief.
"That's him."
Rennie nodded slowly.
The waitress approached their table.
"You kids okay?"
Rennie forced a small smile.
"We're fine."
But the waitress didn't look convinced.
"You two look like you've seen a ghost."
Tyler muttered under his breath.
"Something like that."
The waitress placed two cups of coffee on the table and walked away.
Tyler leaned closer to Rennie.
"We should go to the police."
Rennie's expression tightened.
"And tell them what?"
"That Jason Voorhees is alive?"
Tyler hesitated.
When he said the name out loud, it felt ridiculous.
Like something from a bad horror movie.
But they had seen him.
Up close.
There was nothing fake about it.
Rennie stared down at her coffee.
"He followed us here."
Tyler blinked.
"What?"
"From Crystal Lake."
She looked up.
"And he's not going to stop."
Back at the precinct, Captain Morgan finished briefing the room.
"Alright, listen up."
He pointed at the map of Manhattan.
"This guy is somewhere on the island. We lock it down until we find him."
A young officer raised his hand.
"What if he's already gone?"
Morgan shook his head.
"No chance."
He tapped the map.
"Every bridge, tunnel, and ferry is under surveillance now."
Detective Alvarez crossed his arms.
"So we're trapping him here."
Morgan nodded.
"Exactly."
Another officer asked the question everyone was thinking.
"And what happens when we find him?"
Morgan didn't hesitate.
"We stop him."
Alvarez looked at the television again.
At the moment Jason stepped forward after being shot.
Something about it bothered him.
"Captain…"
Morgan turned.
"Yes?"
Alvarez hesitated.
Then he said quietly,
"I don't think bullets are going to stop this guy."
Rain began falling again over Manhattan.
Thin at first.
Then heavier.
The city lights reflected off the wet streets like broken mirrors.
Down near the docks, the streets were mostly empty now.
Police cruisers occasionally passed by, searching.
Helicopters swept spotlights across rooftops.
But in the narrow alleys between warehouses, the darkness remained untouched.
A lone security guard walked his nightly patrol along the shipping yard.
His flashlight beam bounced across stacks of metal containers.
He muttered to himself.
"Worst night for overtime."
The guard stopped when he noticed something strange.
One of the container doors was open.
That wasn't normal.
He slowly approached.
"Hello?"
No answer.
The guard stepped closer.
His flashlight beam slid across the inside of the container.
Empty.
He sighed in relief.
"Probably just some dock workers—"
Behind him, a shadow moved.
The guard turned.
The flashlight beam landed directly on the hockey mask.
The man froze.
For a moment he couldn't even scream.
Jason stepped forward.
The guard stumbled backward into the container.
"Hey— listen, man, I don't want any trouble—"
Jason grabbed the guard by the collar and shoved him hard against the metal wall.
The flashlight dropped and rolled across the floor.
Its beam spun wildly around the container.
The guard struggled desperately.
"Please—!"
Jason lifted him effortlessly.
The man kicked and thrashed.
Jason held him there for a moment.
Then slammed him down onto the steel floor.
The container echoed with the heavy impact.
When the flashlight finally stopped rolling, the guard wasn't moving.
Jason stepped out of the container.
Rain poured down harder now.
He walked slowly through the shipping yard.
Toward the city lights.
Back in Chinatown, Rennie suddenly froze.
Tyler looked up.
"What's wrong?"
She stared toward the diner window.
Rain ran down the glass.
Cars passed outside.
But something felt wrong.
Like a sudden drop in temperature.
Tyler followed her gaze.
"You see something?"
Rennie shook her head slowly.
"No."
But her hands were shaking.
Because the feeling was familiar.
The same feeling she had felt at Crystal Lake.
Like someone was watching.
Waiting.
Tyler finished his coffee quickly.
"Let's get out of here."
They stood up.
Outside, the rain was pouring now.
The streets glistened under red traffic lights.
Rennie pulled her jacket tighter.
"Where do we go?"
Tyler looked down the street.
"Somewhere crowded."
Rennie nodded.
"That worked great last time."
Tyler didn't reply.
Because deep down, they both knew the truth.
It didn't matter how crowded the city was.
If Jason wanted you…
He would find you.At the precinct, Detective Alvarez was still watching the footage.
Again.
And again.
The same moment.
Jason stepping forward after being shot.
Alvarez leaned closer to the screen.
"Pause it."
The frame froze.
Jason's mask filled the entire screen.
Cold.
Expressionless.
Alvarez whispered quietly to himself,
"Who the hell are you?"
Behind him, Captain Morgan walked back into the room.
"We've got another body."
Alvarez turned slowly.
"Where?"
"Shipping yard near the Hudson."
Morgan tossed him a report.
Alvarez read it.
Security guard.
Dead less than thirty minutes ago.
He looked up.
"He's still moving."
Morgan nodded grimly.
"And we're running out of time."
Outside the precinct windows, thunder rolled across Manhattan.
The storm had fully arrived.
And somewhere in the darkness of the city, Jason Voorhees kept walking.
One step at a time.
Patient.
Unstoppable.
The manhunt had begun.
But the hunters didn't realize something yet.
They weren't chasing Jason.
Jason was hunting them.