The storm over Manhattan had turned the city into something unfamiliar. Police lights reflected across flooded streets. Sirens echoed through the skyscrapers. News helicopters circled endlessly overhead, broadcasting live footage to the entire country. And the message spreading across every television screen was the same.
A dangerous killer was loose in Manhattan.
Authorities had begun urging residents in certain areas to stay indoors. Some subway lines had already been shut down. Roadblocks were forming near the southern end of the island. For the first time in decades, Manhattan felt afraid. inside the Midtown Police Command Center, the atmosphere had reached a breaking point. Captain Morgan slammed his fist against the conference table.
"A hospital attack?" he snapped.
"Are you kidding me?"
Detective Alvarez stood beside the large digital map.
"Three officers confirmed injured during the hospital response," he said grimly.
Morgan paced the room.
"First Times Square. Then the subway. Now a hospital."
He pointed at the map.
"This guy is walking through the most crowded parts of the city like he owns them."
Alvarez didn't argue. Because it was true. Jason wasn't hiding. He wasn't running.
He was moving straight through Manhattan.
Like nothing could stop him. At that moment, a city official entered the room holding a phone.
"The mayor wants an update."
Morgan grabbed the phone.
"Yes, sir."
He listened for a moment.
His face tightened.
"Evacuate?"
Morgan looked at Alvarez.
"You're serious?"
The voice on the other end continued speaking.
Morgan sighed.
"Alright… we'll start with Lower Manhattan."
He hung up slowly. Alvarez crossed his arms.
"Evacuation order?"
Morgan nodded.
"Partial."
He pointed at the southern part of the map.
"We clear civilians out of the area."
Alvarez looked down at the blinking red markers again.
"That's exactly where he's headed."
Morgan exhaled.
"Then let's make sure there's nobody left there when he gets there."
Across the city, Rennie, Tyler, and Tommy moved quickly through the rain-soaked streets. Emergency vehicles sped past them constantly. Police officers were directing traffic at intersections. Some streets were already being closed off. Tyler wiped rain from his face.
"Why are there so many cops suddenly?"
Tommy looked around.
"They're clearing the area."
Rennie frowned.
"Evacuating?"
Tommy nodded.
"Smart move."
Tyler laughed nervously.
"You call this smart?"
He gestured toward the chaos around them.
"People are panicking everywhere."
Tommy's voice was calm.
"They should be."
A loudspeaker crackled from a police vehicle parked at the corner.
"Attention residents. Please proceed calmly toward designated evacuation routes."
Crowds were already forming along the sidewalks. People carried bags, luggage, even pets as they hurried toward the nearest bridges and subway exits still open.Rennie watched the confusion spreading through the streets.
"They're trying to move an entire city," she whispered.
Tommy shook his head.
"No."
He looked at her seriously.
"They're trying to move people away from him."
Meanwhile, several blocks away, Jason walked slowly through an empty intersection. Rain poured down around him. Police barricades blocked the road ahead. Two officers stood beside their patrol car watching the street. One of them noticed the figure approaching through the storm.
"Hey," the officer said.
"What's that guy doing out here?"
The second officer squinted.
Then his expression changed.
"Oh no…"
Jason stepped into the streetlight.
The hockey mask gleamed white under the rain. The machete hung at his side. The officers immediately drew their weapons.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!"
Jason didn't stop. The officers fired.
Gunshots cracked across the intersection.
Jason staggered slightly as the bullets struck him. Then he kept walking. The first officer's voice shook.
"Why isn't he going down?!"
Jason closed the distance. He grabbed the officer's arm and slammed him against the patrol car. The second officer tried to fire again. Jason shoved the car door into him.
The officer stumbled backward. Jason pushed past them and continued walking down the street. Leaving the flashing police lights behind him. Back near Battery Park, Rennie suddenly slowed. Tyler noticed immediately.
"What's wrong?"
Rennie looked back toward the dark streets they had just left. Her voice trembled.
"He's close."
Tommy stopped walking.
"How close?"
Rennie closed her eyes for a moment.
Then whispered,
"Too close."
Tyler groaned.
"Fantastic."
Tommy scanned the surrounding buildings.
"We need somewhere defensible."
Tyler frowned.
"You mean somewhere he can't just walk in and kill us?"
Tommy nodded.
"Exactly."
Rennie pointed toward a tall office building across the street.
"What about there?"
Tommy studied it. Glass entrance. Security desk. Multiple floors. He nodded slowly.
"That might work."
They ran toward the building entrance as rain continued pouring down around them.
Back at police command, Detective Alvarez watched the latest patrol reports appear on the screen. Another officer encounter.
Another failed attempt to stop Jason. Captain Morgan stood beside him.
"This thing is turning into a nightmare."
Alvarez stared at the footage from the hospital attack again.
"Captain…"
Morgan looked at him.
"Yes?"
Alvarez spoke quietly.
"If Jason Voorhees really is what the Crystal Lake files say he is…"
Morgan sighed.
"You're still stuck on that theory."
Alvarez looked up.
"Then tell me something."
He pointed at the screen showing Jason walking through gunfire.
"What kind of man survives that?"
Morgan didn't answer. Because the truth was becoming harder to ignore. The killer in Manhattan might not be a man at all.
Across the city, Jason reached another intersection. The streets were emptier now.
The evacuation had begun. But Jason didn't care. He stopped briefly.
His head tilted slightly. Listening.
Then he turned toward a nearby office building. The same building where Rennie had just entered. Jason began walking again.
Because no matter how far she ran… Jason always found his way back.