Friday the 13th, A sequel for Jason X, Script Idea

 Friday the 13th, A sequel for Jason X, Blood Moon Script Idea

Here’s a brand-new fanfiction feature screenplay that continues directly after the ending of Jason X. It’s written to read like a fast, cinematic shooting draft. Violence is R-rated in tone but not graphic.

JASON X: BLOOD MOON

Written by: "Kalifornia Jani" + ChatGPT (fanfiction)
Based on characters created by Victor Miller & Sean S. Cunningham
FADE IN:

EXT. EARTH TWO – NIGHT

A CRIMSON MOON hangs low over a forest of chrome-barked pines. A METEOR streaks overhead... hissing.

It SPLASHES into a familiar lake whose name the map forgot, though the locals whisper it: CRYSTAL LAKE.

The water boils. Bubbles. Then calms.

Over black, distant CAMPFIRE LAUGHTER.

TITLE CARD: JASON X: BLOOD MOON

ACT ONE

EXT. CRYSTAL LAKE COLONY – SHORE – NIGHT

A minimal, off-grid resort: smart-cabins, floating docks, solar lanterns. A sign reads: CAMP CRYSTALLA.

A VR headset glows on a teen’s face. KAI, 18, curious coder, pulls it off as he hears the meteor’s splash.

At the fire: SAGE (21, wilderness guide), REMY (19, med student), VIK (22, jock with an exo-brace), NOVA (17, goth gearhead), and MADDIE (20, cynic with a camera drone). They’re here for a sponsored “retro-camp” weekend.

From the tree line, DR. EVELYN RHEE (40s, xenotech salvage), watches the lake with a corporate drone and a smile that says: payday.

EXT. LAKESIDE – CONTINUOUS

Kai approaches Sage.

KAI
You saw that, right? That wasn’t orbital junk.

SAGE
Meteor. Make a wish, city boy.

REMY
I wish for no bears. Or mutant raccoons. I read a thread.

NOVA
It wasn’t a meteor. It vector-shifted. Like something aimed.

They all look at the lake. Ripples reach the dock. A metallic glint briefly breaks the surface, then vanishes.

EXT. TENT ROW – NIGHT

Maddie calibrates her camera drone “LUCY.”

MADDIE
Lucy, track aquatic anomaly—

The drone lifts, zips. On Maddie’s wrist, a feed shows the lake floor: silt, weeds, something huge half-buried.

MADDIE (CONT’D)
Whoa. Guys?

EXT. WOODS – SAME

Dr. Rhee and her two ex-mil contractors, ARK and LEN, carry a magnetic harpoon rifle and a sealed case.

RHEE
We’re not the first archaeologists here. We’re just the first on Earth Two with the right magnets.

ARK
What exactly are we fishing, Doc?

RHEE
A legend. And a patent.

They move toward the water.

EXT. DOCK – NIGHT

The teens gather as Lucy’s feed stabilizes. Through silt:

A MASK. Not just a hockey mask. Carbon-ceramic, fused to metal bone.

VIK
Is that a face?

NOVA
It’s a mask... with a person still attached.

Sage instinctively steps back.

SAGE
Everyone. Out of the water. Now.

SPLASHES in the dark. Then—

A GAUNTLET breaches: black alloy and sinew. It clamps the dock’s edge with a hydraulic screech.

KAI
Run.

They run.

EXT. CAMP CRYSTALLA – MOMENTS LATER

Lanterns flicker as they scatter to cabins. Sage grabs an EMERGENCY FLARE GUN from a case. Nova hauls a tool pack.

REMY
Is somebody pulling a stunt? Because my heart rate’s... not great.

SAGE
Inside. Doors locked. Radios on.

A SHADOW strides out of the lake. UBER JASON VORHEES, water sheeting off his metal-reinforced frame, mask gleaming like a hunter’s moon.

He turns his head, listening to the soft tech all around. A pulse inside his skull: the NANITES still live. Starving.

He walks.

SEQUENCE: FIRST NIGHT

EXT. GENERATOR SHED – NIGHT

Uber Jason approaches the fusion micro-gen. He places his palm on the housing. The panel LIGHTS as the nanites drink.

The lights across the camp flicker. He tilts his head, feeling strength return.

INT. SAGE/NOVA CABIN – NIGHT

Sage loads the flare gun, checks a signal pistol. Nova hacks the cabin tablet, looping security feeds.

NOVA
Three unknown heat signatures... No, one is cold. Very cold.

SAGE
That’s not how bodies read—

A SHADOW crosses the window. They freeze.

INT. KAI/REMY CABIN – SAME

Kai peels back a curtain. Nothing. Remy wipes his glasses.

REMY
This is fine. Everything’s fine. We’re fine.

Kai kills the lights. In the moonlit glass, a reflection: a MASK.

The back door BENDS under pressure. Kai jams a chair under the handle.

KAI
Move.

They dive through the bathroom window, rolling into shrubs.

WHAM— the cabin door implodes behind them.

EXT. PATHWAYS – NIGHT

Running feet. Nova and Sage meet Kai and Remy at a crossroads. Maddie sprints in, drone buzzing overhead.

MADDIE
It’s not a suit. It’s a person in a suit. Like, welded into it.

REMY
Why would anyone—?

SAGE
We don’t have time.

NOVA
Boathouse. Boats are dumb but faster than feet.

They sprint—cut off by Ark and Len, rifles up.

ARK
Whoa. Easy. We’re here to help.

LEN
Everyone inside the Rec Hall. Now.

EXT. REC HALL – NIGHT

A glass-walled A-frame with a neon sign: GAMES NIGHT. Inside, tables, a bar, vintage posters of Camp Crystal Lake (Earth One) like an irony exhibit.

Rhee enters with a tablet, calm but hungry.

RHEE
Thank you for your cooperation. There’s a dangerous asset on the premises. We’re trained for this.

SAGE
The—“asset” came out of the lake. Wearing a mask.

Rhee’s eyes gleam.

RHEE
Wonderful.

VIK (O.S.)
HEY! FRONT DOOR!

Vik limps in, breathless.

VIK
Something’s at the generator. Lights are toast in ten.

RHEE
Then we’re out of time.

She points at her contractors.

RHEE (CONT’D)
Bring him to me alive.

ARK
“Alive” seems optimistic.

LEN
Copy.

EXT. GENERATOR SHED – LATER

Ark and Len stack shock mines. Jason watches from behind the trees, silent as frost.

Ark tosses a flare—red light washes the clearing.

ARK
Come on, big guy.

A twig SNAPS behind Len. He turns—

A HAND closes over his rifle. In one motion, Jason lifts Len, turns him, and hurls him through the shed window. Len disappears inside with a crash of glass and zaps as mines fry the space.

Ark swears, opens fire—rounds spark off Jason’s alloy plating. Jason advances, methodical. Ark backs toward the lake, dry-clicks. Empty.

Jason stops. Cocks his head. The crimson moon reflects in his mask.

He steps aside. Ark bolts. Jason simply walks after him.

ACT TWO

INT. REC HALL – NIGHT

The group watches Jason’s silhouette cross the far clearing through glass.

REMY
We should call orbital police. Or a priest.

NOVA
There’s a signal deadzone. He’s emitting something—jammer frequency.

KAI
I might be able to piggyback the jammer, talk to it. If it’s nanites, they’re hungry. You can lure hungry things.

RHEE
Or we capture them.

All eyes on Rhee.

SAGE
“Capture?” You know what he is.

RHEE
A miracle. Earth One’s little campfire story evolved in orbit. Bio-alloy integration. Self-healing. We’ve chased rumors since the Grendel logs leaked. Tonight we confirm.

MADDIE
He’s human. Was.

RHEE
He’s a system. Systems belong in labs.

VIK
While you debate, he’s eating our lights.

SAGE
We move to the boathouse in pairs. Stay low, no shouting, no—

CRASH! A harpoon punches through the glass wall and quivers in the floor. Wind screams in.

Jason stands in the doorway, water trailing from him like a funeral veil.

He steps over the jamb. Not rushing. Just certain.

Panic explodes. The group scatters between tables and arcade machines.

SAGE (shouting)
Back door! Go!

Jason grips the harpoon line and rips the frame down, blocking the exit. He looks at the vintage poster: a cartoon hockey mask. A tilt of the head. Memory? Or mockery.

He turns toward movement—Vik, bracing to shield Nova. Jason advances. Sage fires the flare gun point-blank into Jason’s chest.

WHOOMP—flame blossoms. Jason staggers, not from pain but calculating, checking structural integrity. The flame rolls off alloy plates, leaves scorched fabric. He looks down at the flare casing now fused to his chest.

He reaches up and peels the melted shell away. Drops it.

Everyone freezes.

Then he grabs a pool cue, snaps it in half with a sound like a bone, and—

SAGE (to the group)
MOVE.

They move. Rhee too—only to circle behind Jason, tablet scanning.

RHEE (whisper)
Hello, beautiful.

Jason pauses. Turns, sensing the micro-magnetic pulse on her device. He steps toward Rhee.

Ark bursts in, bloodied but breathing, firing a flashbang. A strobe of white—

When vision returns, Jason is gone. A wet trail leads toward the kitchen.

INT. REC HALL – KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS

Stainless counters, proton ovens. Nova and Maddie slip through the service door as THUNK— Jason’s gauntlet buries in the doorframe behind them. Splinters rain.

They dive under a prep table. Jason’s boots pass inches away.

Maddie’s drone Lucy lights, a tiny buzzing firefly. Jason stops, turns to the sound.

Maddie, trembling, taps her wrist: Lucy peppers Jason’s face with micro-sparks. He swats. The drone is crushed like a fly.

Maddie’s eyes fill. Nova squeezes her hand.

EXT. BACK OF REC HALL – NIGHT

Sage leads the others out a service hatch. Rhee hangs back, eyes on her scanner.

RHEE
There. He’s shedding nanites.

KAI
What?

RHEE
They’re multiplying. He’s outgrowing his shell.

REMY
That’s not a sentence I enjoy.

SAGE
Boathouse. Now.

They run into the trees.

EXT. WOODS – CONTINUOUS

Moonlight filters through metallic leaves. Distant, the whine of a grav-skiff—the boathouse.

Vik stumbles. Sage helps him.

VIK
Don’t. I can move.

SAGE
We all move or none of us do.

A shadow slips between trunks behind them. Silent. Watching.

EXT. BOATHOUSE – NIGHT

Futuristic hulls bob on the black water. Motion-sensor lights blink on... then die.

NOVA
He’s here.

RHEE
Or he’s cutting us off.

A metal chain whips out of the dark, snagging Vik’s exo-brace and yanking him backward—into shadow. Nova lunges—

Sage grabs her.

SAGE
No!

A sound from the dark. Not a growl. A breath.

KAI
We have to get him back.

SAGE
We have to live to try.

Rhee slips onto a skiff, starts a silent motor. Ark covers her, trembling.

ARK (whisper)
This is not what I signed up—

He’s yanked off the dock by a hand from beneath it. The water erupts. Rhee spins, reaches for him—

Gone.

RHEE
ARK!—

A shadow rises slowly from the lake, water pouring off the mask like rain.

Jason steps onto the dock, dripping, the chain hanging from his gauntlet like an eel.

SAGE
Scatter!

Skiffs slam off into the dark. Sage, Kai, Remy, Nova, Maddie make one boat. Rhee guns her own.

Jason watches them go. Then he steps back, drops into the lake like a stone.

---

ACT THREE

EXT. LAKE – OPEN WATER – NIGHT

Two skiffs. Silver wakes in moonlight.

REMY
He can’t swim that fast—right?

Sage doesn’t answer. She guns it toward a FLOATING GRID: the colony’s hydro array.

SAGE
The grid’s got live current. We fry anything that climbs it.

NOVA
Or fry us.

SAGE
We’ll jump to the maintenance island.

Maddie stares at the dark water.

MADDIE
Lucy would’ve loved this shot.

KAI
We’ll get you another Lucy.

MADDIE
She had stickers.

Rhee’s skiff veers—she’s headed the opposite direction, toward the meteor splash site.

KAI
Where’s she going?

SAGE
Back to her miracle.

EXT. CRYSTAL LAKE – METEOR SITE – SAME

Rhee cuts her engine. The water here shimmers with metallic dust. Nanites. Her tablet pings like a heartbeat.

RHEE
Show me.

She drops a mesh collector. The lake glows faintly. The mesh draws up thousands of glittering motes.

A shape rises beneath her boat. Massive. She can’t help it—she smiles.

RHEE (CONT’D)
Hello, Mr. Vorhees.

The shape tilts the boat. She stumbles—and Jason’s hand slams onto the gunwale, flipping the skiff like a toy. She splashes under—surfaces—claws at the boat—

Jason is simply standing on the overturned hull, balanced, as if the lake is floor.

He looks down at her. She raises both hands.

RHEE (panting)
We can help you. You’re evolving. I can make it easier. I can make you—

He steps off the hull. She clings to it as he sinks out of sight.

She gasps, shivering... and slowly smiles again, teeth chattering.

RHEE (CONT’D)
Proof.

She hauls herself onto the hull, laughing. Behind her, under the surface, something glows.

EXT. HYDRO ARRAY – MAINTENANCE ISLAND – NIGHT

A metal platform in the lake. Control pylons hum.

Sage and the kids leap from skiff to platform. Remy slips—Kai grabs him.

REMY
Thanks.

KAI
Don’t look down.

They look down. Nanite glow swirls like plankton.

NOVA
That wasn’t there before.

SAGE
He’s seeding the lake.

MADDIE
Like... spawning?

REMY
Why would nanites—

KAI
To replicate. He found food: this lake’s mineral load. He’s making more of himself.

A metallic CREEK from the support beams. The platform shudders.

SAGE
He’s below us.

INT./EXT. UNDER THE PLATFORM – CONTINUOUS

Jason hangs from crossbeams, perfectly still. His hand releases and reforms around a higher spar as if liquid.

His mask tilts up. He listens: feet above. Voices. Fear.

He begins to climb.

EXT. MAINTENANCE ISLAND – CONTINUOUS

Sage throws a switch. The grid lights spike. Water around the island crackles.

SAGE
If he touches the rails, it’ll arc.

NOVA
And if he’s—whatever he is now—maybe he is the rail.

KAI
I can invert the frequency, pulse the current. Might scramble the nanites.

He opens a panel, fingers flying. Remy stands watch, clutching a wrench.

REMY
If he comes up, I hit him with... physics.

MADDIE
We need more than a wrench.

She scans the platform. Spots a signal flare tower.

MADDIE (CONT’D)
Or we blind him.

She pulls a flare canister, loads it into the tower.

SAGE
When I say—

CLANG. A hand erupts through the grating, grabbing Remy’s ankle. He goes down hard.

REMY
—guys!

Sage grabs him, yanking. Jason’s grip is iron. The grate bends. Nova slams the wrench onto Jason’s gauntlet—sparks.

NOVA
Let go!

Jason’s fingers retract, then reform, slipping toward Remy’s calf. The nanites crawl like black mercury.

KAI
Got it—pulsing!

He hits the switch. A SUBSONIC THUMP ripples the platform. The nanites shiver, slow—

Jason’s grip loosens for a heartbeat. Sage and Nova haul Remy free. His ankle is bruised, smeared with black dust.

REMY
Is that—am I—?

SAGE
Don’t touch it.

Jason pulls himself through the grating like a shadow becoming solid. He stands on the platform, water running off him in rivers.

He looks at the flare tower.

SAGE (to Maddie)
Now!

Maddie fires. A WHITE SUN explodes in Jason’s face. He recoils, not from pain but data overload—the mask filters flood, then fail. The lens spiderwebs.

Beneath the cracked composite, for the first time, we glimpse a human eye—pale, almost blind with rage and decades of ruin.

Jason takes a step—wavers—and falls to one knee.

KAI
Again!

He pulses the grid again. The platform hums. Jason shudders.

NOVA
He’s adapting. He won’t shudder next time.

SAGE
Then we don’t give him a next time.

She points to the control mast that anchors the entire hydro array. A manual release.

SAGE (CONT’D)
We drop the mast. Sink this island. Take him with it.

MADDIE
And us.

SAGE
Swim for the skiff. Don’t look back.

Jason rises. Seen through the cracked mask, his eye is locked on Sage.

SAGE (CONT’D)
Go!

They run. Sage sprints for the mast.

Jason moves—fluid now, less man than tide.

Nova grabs the flare tower and slams it into Jason like a battering ram. He stumbles, not expecting the angle. Maddie and Kai pull Remy toward the edge.

Sage reaches the mast, strains on the release wheel. It won’t budge.

Jason appears—the movement is surreal, as if he skips frames, now here, now closer. He advances on Sage.

NOVA (to Sage)
On your left!

Sage ducks as Jason’s hand scythes past. He buries his gauntlet in the mast instead—metal shrieks.

SAGE
Come on—

She plants her foot, wrenches the wheel.

CLANK! The MAST DISENGAGES.

The platform drops six inches. Everyone stumbles.

KAI
Jump!

Maddie and Kai haul Remy off the edge into the lake. They surface, spluttering, stroke for the skiff.

Nova stays—looking at Jason. At Sage.

NOVA
He wants you.

SAGE
He wants all of us.

Sage shoves Nova toward the edge. Nova hesitates—

Jason turns to them both.

MADDIE (O.S.)
Nova! Go!

Nova jumps.

Sage looks at Jason. No words.

He steps toward her.

She steps back… and falls with the mast as the entire structure tilts and begins to sink.

Jason, without hurry, walks down the slanting deck after her as water covers his boots, shins, waist—

Sage dives. The mast slides into the black.

Jason follows.

EXT. WATER SURFACE – NIGHT

Maddie and Kai drag Remy into the skiff. Nova hauls herself in.

NOVA
Sage—?

They look back.

Nothing.

KAI
She’s buying us time.

REMY
We can’t leave—

NOVA
She said don’t look back.

They don’t. The skiff tears across the water.

UNDERWATER

Sage clings to the descending mast, lungs burning. Jason descends in the gloom like a statue falling forever.

The grid’s current arcs along the mast, lighting the water.

Jason reaches for Sage—she kicks off the mast, swims into the nanite cloud, the glow like fireflies.

Jason stretches his hand through the light—

It flickers over him, then surges, drawn to the strongest signal: the mask.

It begins to crawl across the cracks. Sealing them. Rebuilding him. Healing the damage.

Sage sees this and understands: the lake isn’t a trap. It’s his cradle.

She swims hard toward the surface, away, away—

Jason stops pursuing, turns, and stands on the lake bed like a king in a cathedral. The nanites swirl around him like bioluminescent snow.

ACT FOUR

EXT. SHORELINE – DAWN

The remaining kids stumble ashore, soaked and shaking.

NOVA
We need to get off this map.

REMY
Kai, how long does a boat like this—

KAI
Not long enough for what’s coming.

MADDIE
What is coming?

He looks at the lake. The water is flat as glass, except for a slow bulge moving toward shore.

KAI
An upgrade.

EXT. OTHER SHORE – SAME

Rhee, still alive, drags herself onto the sand, clutching her mesh collector. In the morning light, the nanite dust in the mesh looks like ground stars.

Behind her, the lake humps where something rises and sinks again.

RHEE
Come on. Come to mama.

EXT. CAMP CRYSTALLA – DAY

Kai, Nova, Remy, Maddie stumble through the glass-littered Rec Hall. They gather supplies: med foam, flare rounds, a spike launcher, a thermite can.

MADDIE
We still have to find Sage. We don’t leave her.

NOVA
We don’t leave anyone.

A shadow crosses the broken ceiling. They freeze.

SAGE (O.S.)
You look like you saw a ghost.

Sage stands in the doorway, soaked, pale—but alive. The room exhales.

REMY
How—

SAGE
He’s not faster down there. Not yet.

KAI
He’s getting there.

SAGE
Then we finish this before he does.

INT. CAMP GARAGE – DAY

They roll out an old service rover. Nova and Kai rip out the safety governors.

NOVA
We turn the rover into a lure. Bright noise, bigger battery. He follows it. We take him to the dry dock.

SAGE
The incinerator.

REMY
Does that work on— on what he is?

KAI
It’ll work on the nanites. Starving is slow. Overheating is fast.

MADDIE
And if it fails?

SAGE
Then we run until we can’t.

They share a look. No more speeches.

EXT. LAKESIDE ROAD – AFTERNOON

The rover screeches along the shoreline, blasting ultra-bright strobes and low-freq pulses. Kai drives. Maddie hangs off the side, filming.

MADDIE
If we live, I’m posting this everywhere.

KAI
If we die, someone will still click it.

In the rear cam, the water’s surface shreds. Jason erupts onto the road, mud and nanites streaming off him like a cape.

His mask is now seamless, eye hidden again. He’s bigger—reinforced.

He chases the rover at an impossible lope, metal toes carving the earth.

NOVA (comms)
He’s on you. Bringing him to the dock.

EXT. DRY DOCK – LATE AFTERNOON

A skeletal structure over the shallows. The incinerator chimney rises like a factory spire.

Sage and Remy prep the ignition chamber. Thermite canisters sit ready.

REMY
This feels like a lot of hope.

SAGE
Sometimes hope is a plan with no Plan B.

EXT. SHORE ROAD → DOCK – CONTINUOUS

The rover fishtails onto the pier. Kai bails, rolling. Maddie leaps and eats wood, scrapes bloody, grins through it.

Jason hits the pier at full speed. Boards explode. He never breaks stride.

KAI (shouting)
Now! Now!

Nova sprints across the gantry, hits a lever. The dock locks into the incinerator track like a loading ramp.

Jason bounds up the ramp toward the glowing throat of the furnace.

SAGE (to Maddie)
Get clear!

Maddie stumbles, camera still rolling, laughing through tears.

MADDIE
He’s real—

Jason reaches for her. Sage slams the emergency gate. Steel teeth drop between Jason and Maddie—CLANG—catching his arm.

Jason wrenches—the gate screams—metal begins to give.

SAGE
Remy!

Remy hits ignition. The furnace roars. Heat washes over the dock like a dragon’s breath.

Jason yanks his arm free, steps into the flames without hesitation.

For a moment, he stands inside fire. The mask glows dull red. The nanites boil off him in curtains, shrieking in a sound more felt than heard.

He stumbles. Drops to a knee.

KAI
It’s working!

Jason rises again.

NOVA
It’s almost working.

SAGE
Thermite.

Remy hurls a canister. It bursts at Jason’s feet—white light. The dock shakes. Jason vanishes in a fountain of spark.

The roar dies to a hiss. The chamber glows and dims.

They wait, breathing hard.

The furnace door buckles outward once. Twice.

KAI (small)
No.

The door TEARS OPEN. Jason steps out, smoking, armor softened and sloughing, but reforming even as they watch.

He takes one step. Two.

Maddie picks up her camera. Not fear now. Fury.

MADDIE
Hey, mask.

He looks at her. She raises the lens.

MADDIE (CONT’D)
Smile.

She hurls the camera past him into the furnace interior where it lodges in a crack—LEDs flashing, battery swelling.

MADDIE (CONT’D)
Run.

They run.

The camera pops—a cheap battery going thermal—kicking the thermite dust into a chain flare—

WHOOOMPH.

The furnace overpressurizes. A column of fire blasts up the chimney. The dock shatters.

Jason falls backward into the lake, trailing smoke.

The group is thrown hard. Ears ring. Ash drifts like black snow.

Silence.

REMY
Is he—?

Beneath the surface, a glow answers.

NOVA
He won’t stop.

SAGE
Then we change the lake.

They look at her.

SAGE (CONT’D)
We starve the nanites. Drain the battery.

KAI
You want to— what, salt the lake?

SAGE
More like poison it. This colony runs on micro-fusion. The coolant we scrub from the lines chelates metals. If we dump the stores, the nanites lose their minerals. They collapse.

REMY
That’ll kill the fish. The whole ecosystem.

SAGE
So will he.

They decide in a look. No time for ethics.

ACT FIVE

INT. COLONY POWER STATION – DUSK

Humming tanks of coolant. Warning signs everywhere.

Kai hacks the valve protocols while Nova rigs a pressure bypass.

NOVA
If we do this wrong, the station explodes.

KAI
If we do it right, only the lake dies. Easy choice.

REMY
I’ll start an apology letter to future biologists.

Sage scans the shore cams. The lake surface bulges again—closer.

SAGE
He’s coming.

MADDIE
I’m tired of him coming. Let’s make him go.

RHEE (O.S.)
You’re about to make a bigger mistake than he is.

They spin. Rhee stands in the doorway, soaked, wild-eyed, pointing a rail pistol.

RHEE (CONT’D)
Step away from the valves. He’s not a monster. He’s a breakthrough.

SAGE
He’s mass murder with a heartbeat.

RHEE
He’s inevitability. You can either die beneath it, or you can learn from it.

NOVA
Lady, read the room.

Rhee’s hand trembles. Then steadies.

RHEE
You will not poison my data.

Jason’s shadow fills the window behind her. She doesn’t see.

KAI
Down!

Everyone dives. Rhee turns, too slow—

The window implodes. Jason steps into the station.

Rhee raises the pistol, eyes shining with awe and terror.

RHEE (breathless)
Beautiful—

He moves. The scene cuts hard to—

EXT. POWER STATION – CONTINUOUS

—Sage slamming the emergency flood lever. Alarms blare. Massive valves CRANK.

NOVA
Pressure spike in three—

KAI
Two—

REMY
—one!

The tanks vent. A roaring torrent of coolant pours into the drain culverts that lead directly to the lake.

EXT. SHORELINE OUTFALLS – CONTINUOUS

Pipes belch white streams into the water. The lake fizzes where the flow hits. The nanite glow dims.

INT. POWER STATION – CONTINUOUS

Jason stands amid steam, turning his head like a predator hears a new prey. The glow beneath his skin flickers.

He steps toward Sage.

SAGE
Nova— the override!

Nova slams a cap over the final valve, locks it with a wrench.

NOVA
Done!

Jason moves faster now— angry.

He reaches for Sage—

Maddie drives the spike launcher into his ribs and fires. The spike punches through plating and pins him to a steel column with a ringing THOCK.

He wrenches against it. The metal groans. He’ll be free in seconds.

KAI
Go!

They run.

EXT. LAKE – DUSK

The coolant spreads like white ink. The nanite glow dims across the water—then falters—then goes out in patches.

Jason bursts out of the power station door, spike still in him, enraged. He stumbles, strength fading as the lake—his battery—dies.

He takes a step. Another. The mask tilts toward the shore, toward the lake he needs.

Sage steps between him and the shore, empty-handed.

SAGE
It’s over.

He keeps coming.

Kai hurls the last thermite at his feet. Jason kicks it aside—

It spills powder over wet ground, hissing. The air shimmers with heat haze.

Jason reaches Sage.

A beat.

He stops.

He sways.

The lights inside him go dark.

He falls like a felled tree, hitting the dirt so hard the ground shivers.

Silence. The crimson moon finally slips behind cloud.

MADDIE (small)
Is he—

REMY
Don’t say it.

Sage approaches the body. The mask is blackened, pitted. The chest plating is cracked. Beneath, scar tissue netted with obsolete wires.

Sage kneels. For the first time, we hear her breathe like she might cry.

SAGE (to him, almost a prayer)
Stay down.

EPILOGUE

EXT. CRYSTAL LAKE – MORNING

The lake is clouded, fish floating belly-up near the outfalls. Drones buzz, emergency craft arrive. Beacon beeps echo.

Maddie, Kai, Nova and Remy sit on the dock, wrapped in blankets, silent.

Sage stands with a local ranger, giving a report.

RANGER
We’ll quarantine the lake. The colony will scream, but... they’ll live to scream.

SAGE
We’ll help clean it. We made the mess.

RANGER
And the thing?

Sage looks to the tarp where a large, heavy shape lies under armed guard.

SAGE
We sink him where the metal can’t reach. Deep. Cold. Quiet.

RANGER
You believe in quiet?

SAGE
I believe in trying.

She rejoins the kids. They share a long, hard silence that is almost peace.

NOVA
Sage... what if some of them got... into us?

She eyes Remy’s bruised ankle. The black dust is gone now.

SAGE
We watch. We heal. We don’t panic until panic earns its pay.

MADDIE
I miss Lucy.

They laugh, a sound like people stepping into daylight.

EXT. LAKESIDE – LATER

Workers winch the tarp-wrapped body onto a barge. Chains rattle.

Rhee’s mesh collector sits on a crate, forgotten. Inside the mesh, a clutch of nanites lies dark... then, as the crate warms in the sun, one flickers.

Just a pinprick.

CUT TO BLACK.

TEXT: THE BLOOD MOON WILL RISE AGAIN.

FADE OUT.

No jump scare. No twitch.

He stays down.

Sage Okoye

Archetype: Reluctant protector / wilderness guide
Age: 26
Look: Practical layers; camp jacket, utility belt, scar at left temple; reads a room fast.
Backstory: Grew up in scattered Earth-Two colonies; lost a sibling in a corporate “safety drill.” Learned to lead because no one else would.
Skills: Field survival, small engines, ropes & knots, navigation, decisive under pressure.
Gear: Flare gun, signal pistol, multitool, field radio.
Goal: Keep the kids alive; contain the threat.
Flaws: Carries every failure; won’t ask for help; little patience for authority.
Relationships:

• Kai: Respects his brain, pushes him toward courage.

• Nova: Friction → trust; sees her fight.

• Remy: Protective; keeps him moving.

• Maddie: Encourages her bravery, warns her risk-taking.

• Rhee: Opposes on principle; “people over patents.”
  Arc: From lone responsible adult → collaborative leader who risks herself to give others a chance.
  Key Beats: Commands the retreat; holds the platform while others jump; triggers the lake “poison” plan; faces Jason at the end.
  Sample line: “We move together or not at all.”

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Kai Alvarez

Archetype: Quiet coder / reluctant hero
Age: 18
Look: Hoodie under a camp vest; wrist console he modded himself.
Backstory: Scholarship kid from a crowded orbital; brilliant with systems, insecure with people.
Skills: Signal hacking, RF sweeps, power-grid tuning, quick pattern recognition.
Gear: Tablet rig, cable kit, EMP-pulse prototype.
Goal: Solve the puzzle (nanites/jammer), save everyone with brains not brawn.
Flaws: Hesitates under spotlight; overthinks.
Relationships:

• Sage: Treats her plans as “specs” and executes.

• Nova: Friendly rivalry; she breaks, he bypasses.

• Remy: Watches his back; becomes his courage check.

• Maddie: Banter; she pulls him out of his shell.
  Arc: From observer → decisive problem-solver who presses the kill-switches when it counts.
  Key Beats: Pigs back Jason’s jammer; designs the mast-drop pulse; runs the coolant valves.
  Sample line: “If it has a signal, it has a weakness.”

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Nova Petrov

Archetype: Gearhead / bruised rebel
Age: 17
Look: Grease under nails; cropped teal-black hair; patched leathers.
Backstory: Mechanic’s kid; taught herself to fix what corporations won’t. Hates being told to wait.
Skills: Improvised weapons, engine stripping, structural intuition, fearless sprints.
Gear: Tool roll, spike launcher, flare tower she converts to a ram.
Goal: Fight back, not freeze.
Flaws: Impulsive; will stay to swing when she should run.
Relationships:

• Sage: Tests boundaries but follows when it matters.

• Kai: Mutual respect; “you open it, I break it.”

• Remy: Teases to keep him from spiraling.

• Maddie: Ride-or-die energy.
  Arc: From angry soloist → disciplined teammate who sacrifices momentum for strategy.
  Key Beats: Rams Jason with the flare rig; locks the final valve; leaps when told (growth).
  Sample line: “Tell me where to hit. I’ll make it hurt.”

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Remy Okon

Archetype: Med student / anxious heart
Age: 19
Look: Soft-shell jacket, med slingpack; earnest eyes.
Backstory: First-year trauma trainee; signed up for “quiet camping.” Wrong weekend.
Skills: Triage, calm-talk under panic, basic chemistry, vitals & splints.
Gear: Med foam, injectors, tourniquets.
Goal: Keep people breathing; keep himself from breaking.
Flaws: Fearful; thinks he’s dead weight.
Relationships:

• Kai: Gratitude and trust; “brains and bandages.”

• Sage: Surrogate big sister; believes in him first.

• Nova & Maddie: Pull him into action with humor.
  Arc: From self-doubt → sturdy backbone; takes hits and keeps moving; pins Jason with the spike launcher assist.
  Key Beats: Saves ankles and morale; throws thermite on cue; stays present despite exposure scare.
  Sample line: “I’m scared. I’m still here.”

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Maddie Rowe

Archetype: Documentarian / daredevil
Age: 20
Look: Sling bag of camera gear; chipped nail polish; fearless grin.
Backstory: Streams small adventures; this was supposed to be retro fun. Finds purpose when the footage matters.
Skills: Drones, framing under stress, quick hands, distraction tactics.
Gear: Drone “Lucy,” camera, light sticks, spare batteries.
Goal: Capture truth—then weaponize it.
Flaws: Risk-addicted; hides fear with jokes.
Relationships:

• Nova: Best-friend banter; cover each other’s bad ideas.

• Kai: Flirts via tech talk; trusts his calls.

• Sage: Wants her approval; earns it.
  Arc: From thrill-chaser → selfless tactician; sacrifices her gear and footage to blow the furnace.
  Key Beats: Drone interference; blinding flare; “Smile” camera toss; rally comedy in bleak beats.
  Sample line: “If we live, I’m editing this with fireworks.”

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Dr. Evelyn Rhee

Archetype: Corporate xenotech / zealot
Age: 43
Look: Slick field suit; glassy eyes when she talks “discoveries.”
Backstory: Brilliant biophysicist who lost funding and patience. Thinks civilization survives by owning the monsters.
Skills: Nanotech theory, magnetics, field scans, sales pitch that chills.
Gear: Tablet scanner, magnetic harpoon rifle (via contractors), mesh collector.
Goal: Capture Uber Jason and patent the nanites.
Flaws: Ethical myopia; contempt for “unquantified” human cost.
Relationships:

• Ark/Len: Tools; expendable.

• Sage: Philosophical enemy; fascinated by her leadership.

• Jason: “Patient Zero / Prototype.”
  Arc: From cold opportunist → awe-struck fanatic; almost survives purely on obsession; leaves behind the flickering mesh—our sequel hook.
  Key Beats: Names the miracle; negotiates with the void; points the gun, loses the room.
  Sample line: “Monsters are just biology with better lawyers.”

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Uber Jason Voorhees (Earth-Two iteration)

Archetype: Unstoppable slasher / evolving machine-organism
Physical: 6’6”+; alloy musculature over necrotic frame; mask carbon-ceramic fused to bone.
State: Post-Jason X re-entry; nanites starving → re-fed by Earth-Two minerals; begins Stage II evolution.
Capabilities:

• Superhuman strength & damage tolerance

• Self-repair via nanites (faster near mineral-rich water)

• Limited signal jamming; senses power and motion

• Cold, methodical pursuit; no speech
  Limitations (you can exploit):

• Light/visual overload through mask optics (flares)

• Subsonic grid pulses disrupt nanite coherence

• Overheating slows regeneration (incinerator/thermite)

• Dependency on mineral-fed water body (the lake as “battery”)
  Behavioral Rules:

1. Prioritizes eliminating obstacles between him and energy sources.

2. Adapts after each failed attack (what works once, won’t twice).

3. Minimal theatrics; direct lines to targets; breaks environment as needed.
   Evolution Stages in Film:

• Stage 1: Waterlogged, damaged optics; feeds on generator; slow but inevitable.

• Stage 2: Post-lake recharge; seamless mask; faster, “skipping” movement; partial liquid-metal grip.

• Stage 3 (thwarted): Lake-wide replication; halted by coolant dump.
  Defeat Condition (for this film): Starve the nanites + thermal shock + deny recharge → system collapse.
  Iconic Moments: Dock emergence; standing in fire; cathedral-pose on lake bed; final blackout fall.
  Sound Design: Servo growls, wet metal scrape, distant heartlike thrum when nanites surge.

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Ensemble Dynamics (quick grid)

• Sage ↔ Kai: commander ↔ engineer (mutual upgrade)

• Sage ↔ Nova: friction → trust (tempo vs. safety)

• Nova ↔ Maddie: reckless twins (courage + creativity)

• Kai ↔ Remy: brains + heart (plans that keep people living)

• Group ↔ Rhee: survival vs. ownership

• All ↔ Uber Jason: adaptation race

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Color & Wardrobe Cues

• Sage: Earth greens/browns → storm-grey at finale (stoic).

• Kai: Blue LEDs/black textiles (tech calm).

• Nova: Oiled leather/teal accent (edge).

• Remy: White/teal med suit → scuffed (hope under fire).

• Maddie: Khaki + camera blacks (witness).

• Rhee: Sterile whites/graphite (corporate sanctity).

• Uber Jason: Cold steel + toxic blue/orange cores (unnatural life).