Her name was Crystal

Life for Crystal and Jason continued much as it had before, but things were now a little different between them. They were together as lovers now, and there was no more confusion for Jason concerning her. What he felt for her he could not describe. He supposed it was love, as Crystal called it. She told him she loved him every morning when they woke up, and then again when they lay down to sleep at night.







Love was something he'd felt for his mother when she was alive. But his feelings for Crystal... they were something more than love. It was a stronger, living, breathing feeling that consumed his entire being. It was as if he'd never been alive before he'd found the girl, broken and bloody on the forest floor. Without Crystal, there was no life. Without her, he was nothing.





And so he entertained her every whim. He chased her through the camp to satisfy her playful nature, catching her in his arms and tickling her while she hooted with laughter. He raided for whatever she wanted from the village store. He held her in his lap and listened as she read to him… though he still couldn’t help but fall asleep occasionally. And he made the sweetest of love to her as many times as she allowed him.







Throughout the rest of the Winter, no one entered his territory.







Jason was a very possessive man. He hoarded and protected what he felt was his, killing anyone who came near. Crystal belonged to him, and he knew that there were people out there who had hurt her before. Those people were dead… he'd killed them months ago.. but there may be more. Those new men that had trespassed in his woods on the old loggers road.. they might hurt his Crystal if they came back. He would never allow that to happen.









He couldn't dig his pit trap while the ground was frozen. That would have to wait till Spring. He did plan out more simple booby traps, however, to place around his land in the mean time.







Bear traps. They were such useful devices. He normally used them to catch animals for food. But when placed on trails and buried with leaves and snow.. they might catch a person. He attached the traps to more wire that led back to camp, so any struggling victim would give the alarm that they were there.







Though Crystal rarely left Jason's side when outside, Jason wanted to show her where all of the traps were located so that she would not step in them accidently. Crystal didn't understand the need for the traps, other than to catch food, but she didn't question him.









Winter clung to the land for what felt like forever, threatening never to loosen it's icy grip. But then one day it did. Crystal saw a robin perched in a tree one morning, singing a cheery tune. Warm weather was on its way. Another month and a half later... it had arrived.











"Jason?" Crystal asked one day, perched on the old dock that floated on her namesake. She wore a pair of shorts that she'd found in one of the cabins, and a light pink shirt. Her feet were bare, and she was contentedly dipping her toes into the cool water.





Jason was sitting on the other side of the dock, his watchful gaze trained on the bobble floating twenty feet out in the water. There was a fish cautiously nibbling at the worm on his hook. He was slowly turning the reel of his fishing rod, getting ready to snag what would hopefully be their dinner that evening.







He inclined his head towards her to let her know he was listening.







"Do you ever go swimming?"







He shook his head. He didn't like the water. In the warm months he would wade in it long enough to wash, but he never went in over his knees. His near-drowning experience as a child was still too deeply rooted in his subconscious.







"Oh." Crystal sounded a little disappointed. The water looked so cool and inviting. Her skin was so hot in the early summer sun...







Jason enjoyed days like these. Quiet and peaceful. Fishing was so much easier than hunting. There was no tracking involved.. no arrows to shoot.. no dying creature to chase after. Just a rod, a reel, a worm and a bobber to watch as it floated in the water.







The fish took a good bite.







Just as Jason was ready to flick the line to snag the hook into the mouth of his fishy prey, a loud splash behind him startled him into dropping his rod in the water.







He quickly grabbed it before it floated away or sank... and was disappointed to feel no more tugging on the line. The fish had gotten away.







He reeled his line back in and turned around to see Crystal's clothes laying on the dock. The silly girl had taken them off and jumped in.







She surfaced and spat the lake water out of her mouth, brushing her wet hair back out of her eyes. She gazed up to see Jason standing there, watching her. He held up his rod and pointed at the fishless, and now wormless hook swaying in the breeze.







She swallowed down a little snicker.. but she couldn't help but smile.







"I'm sorry! I was hot!"







Jason set his reel down and crossed his arms, still watching her, shaking his head.







"Awww, don't be mad! I'll get the other rod and help you catch another one."







She swam closer to him and the dock.. then gave a little shriek when he suddenly grabbed her arms and pulled her straight up and out of the water.







She dangled in his grasp, kicking and squirming, much like the fish he hadn't caught. She was laughing and trying to twist her wrists around so he'd let her drop back down into the water. But he had other ideas. He'd caught himself a naked, wet, naughty little female and he intended to do something about her.







He set her down on the dock and grabbed for her clothes, bunching them up. He pushed her down gently, making sure her knees were resting on her shorts and shirt. He knelt behind her and ran his hands down her back. Her skin was cool and wet from the water.







She giggled, then sighed in anticipation, allowing him to lift her hips. She listened as he undid the buckle to his belt, and then heard the zipper of his pants opening.





He brushed against her sex, gently at first, then pushing into her, inch by inch. She spread her legs wide for him, giving him as much access as possible. He grabbed her hips tightly and she cried out as he drove himself home. He started thrusting into her, pushing her forward, and she braced her arms on the dock and rocked back against him, moaning.







She was accustomed to him now. His size was easier for her to take. It still made her sore afterwards, especially those times when Jason was less gentle and pounded himself into her. But once he started, she never wanted him to stop.







The dock sloshed and splashed around in the lake, rocking with the motion of the mating pair atop it. Crystal pushed back against him harder, moaning and crying for Jason to give her more, do it deeper, and there was no choice for him but to obey her command, his arms clamped tightly around her waist and his masked forehead pressed into her shoulder blade.







She came, her voice echoing across the lake as her sex tightened around him. He pistoned his hips into her again, holding her trembling body tightly as he emptied himself into her.







Crystal relaxed, easing herself down to lay on the dock. Jason followed her. He settled beside her and began rubbing her back, warmed once again from the sun and the exertion of their activities. She took his free hand and began to kiss each of his knuckles.









The sound of bells jingling and metal clanking together came from somewhere in the camp.







Crystal gave gasped in surprise when Jason suddenly jumped up. He fastened his pants back into place and stalked off the dock, grabbing his machete where he'd left resting against a tree.







"Jason?" She called, suddenly frightened. She could feel his agitation and anger, even as he was stalking away. She quickly pulled on her clothes and hurried to follow him. She stopped dead in her tracks when he whirled around to glare at her. He angerly shook his head, holding up his hand. His message was clear. Stay there.







Then he was gone.







Crystal stared at the spot in the trees where he'd disappeared into. She'd never seen Jason so angry before. She'd never seen him angry.. ever.







She turned and slowly made her way back to the dock.







The bells had jingled. She wasn't exactly sure what that meant. She knew it was some sort of alarm. He'd taken her out weeks before, to show her where he'd laid down some traps. She knew he wanted to make sure she never stepped in one by accident, though she'd never wander so far from camp on her own. She also knew those traps were attached to the bells.. so something must have gotten caught. An animal, most likely. But why Jason would have gotten angry like that and stalked off to go and get an animal.... Crystal didn't know. Unless he'd really been angry over the lost fish...







She picked up his fishing rod and dug around in his little tin can for a worm. She'd helped him dig up the slimy little things earlier that morning and she felt a little guilty for having to kill one, spearing it with the hook. She cast it far out into the water, then sat down on the edge of the dock. If Jason was angry because she'd made him lose his fish earlier.. then she'd catch him a whole batch to make up for it.







Not much later she felt a nibble on her line. She flicked the rod and felt a strong tug. She had one. Relief filled her as she began to reel the fish in. Now Jason wouldn't be angry with her.







She reached and pulled the fish out of the water, happy to see that it was a big one. Maybe she should fillet it too, before Jason got back. She usually left that job for him because she didn't like the little scales getting all over her hands. But perhaps if he came home to freshly cooked fish, he'd be pleased.







She got up and headed for camp, her fish in tow.







A teenaged boy came suddenly crashing through the trees. He was running full tilt, but tripped on a rock and tumbled end over end before coming to a crashing halt on his face.. right in front of Crystal.







The boy’s eyes were wild with fear and dizzy from the fall. He struggled to stand and wavered on his feet. He had an ugly, bleeding wound on his back, and another on this stomach. His ripped t-shirt was hanging by a shred.









Crystal dropped her fish.









The boy saw her then, and stumbled over to her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her.







"Sh.. shit! Shit lady, we gotta... we gotta get outta here!!"







Spittle sprayed from his mouth all over Crystal's face.







"There's this fuckin' deranged.. fuckin' goalie out there!! He killed everyone!! He’s tryin’ to kill me too!!!"







The boy grabbed Crystal's hand and tried to drag her along with him. Crystal dug her heels into the ground and yanked her hand away from him. He stopped and looked back at her.







"What the hell'sa matter wit' you, lady?? I said someone is out there KILLING people!! Didn't you hear me??! We gotta run!!!"







She shook her head, her eyes wide and full of fear. She backed away from him, trembling.







"Fine, fuck you then!" He screamed and turned, running once again. Crystal continued to back away and watched as Jason's machete seemed to come flying out of nowhere, spinning in the air, and then burying itself deeply into the boys retreating back.







The boy made a sharp, pain-filled gurgling sound and blood sprayed from his lips before he collapsed to the ground... dead.







Jason emerged from the trees and marched to where the boy’s body lay. He stepped on the boys head for leverage and pulled his weapon free. Dark red blood coated the sharp metal and Jason bent to wipe it clean on the boy’s pants. He returned it to the sheath on his leg.. and breathed deeply, closing his eye and waiting for the screams of his mother to quiet down... and then disappear.









He heard a quiet little sob.









His eye snapped open.









Crystal.









She was standing there, watching him, hugging herself. Large tears were rolling down her cheeks. She was shaking.









He wasn't sure what he should do. He could see she was terrified. He didn't know how to tell her that it was alright... that he only killed the guilty ones... that she was not, and never had been guilty of anything… so he would never, ever hurt her.









He stepped over the dead boy and held out his hand to her.









She sobbed and rushed into his arms, burying her face in his chest.









Pure relief flooded Jason with such a force it nearly knocked him over. His clothes were splattered with blood and his hands were coated in it, but Crystal didn't seem to care. She was mumbling something about a fish through her sobs, and telling him how frightened she'd been when she'd seen the boy. He wrapped her up tightly in his arms and patted her head, comforting her. It was alright. It was ok. He was there. She was safe.







When her tears and sobbing edged away, she rubbed at her eyes to dry them. She gazed at her hand. It was covered in the blood Jason had spilled. She peeked around him at the body laying on the ground a few feet away. Then she looked up at Jason.







"What do we do with him?"







Jason took her hand and led her back to their cellar, opening the door and motioning that she should go inside. She would not be doing anything with the dead bodies. He would burn them the same way he always did.







His Crystal would not be part of that.







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