I've Heard Stories About You... (REPOST)
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1 through F › Friday the 13th (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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9,348
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15
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Jason isn't mine. Nor is Crystal Lake, or anything else of the Friday the 13th genre. I make no money from this story, sadly.
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A/N: Sorry it's been so long, guys. I've had a busy busy few months..and it's not over yet! However, this is the beginning of the end of my story, here.
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Over the course of the next few months and throughout the winter season, Jason taught her to mimic himself perfectly. When she hunted, she was quiet as death. The only difference between them and their hunting styles, was that she proved more fruitful in the lake, itself. In all of the time he'd been cast out into the lake, he'd never learned to swim. He, usually, walked along the bottom of it. But, she could swim and quite well. She used it to her advantage, when it came to catching the meager fish that seemed to thrive in the lake.They didn't feast but the meals were sufficient and frequent enough to keep the two of them alive and strong. She still did the things that grated on his nerves, such as random singing of his name, until eventually she came to the realization that he'd never talk back. Ever. He, himself, wasn't even sure that he knew how. He knew that when he was a child, he did talk. To Mother. Who, coincidentally, had been abnormally quiet. She wouldn't say anything for weeks at a time.
But with that oddness came another. He didn't mind the silence. Before, he'd have wondered and worried himself over his mother's silence. But, now, there was a comfort in it. He knew she wasn't silent out of anger. On the contrary. The few times he'd given serious thought to ending the girl, his mother would suddenly chime in and demand that he keep her close still. He was still her good boy. He would always be that.The girl was the closest thing he even had to a friend of any kind. She might even be considered a best friend of some sort.He admitted to himself that there was a comfort in her presence, now, no matter how much she managed to irritate him.
One of the far end bells tingled and Jason looked up from his table covered in chains and spare trapping parts. The girl hadn't seemed to notice, sitting further away on the stairs, reading the same book she'd read a thousand times since being with him. She'd even tried to read him some of it, but the language in 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame' was too difficult for him to piece together. He could barely understand it. He waited, patiently, to hear if another bell, a closer one, would tingle. If it did, it meant there was something intelligent out there and it wasn't simple an animal grazing.After a few minutes, he gave up and returned to tinkering with the trap parts on the table. After a moment, the bell closest to them sounded and both of them jumped up, silently. The tinkle was followed by heavy footsteps coming towards them and then standing just above. Jason reached out, silently, grabbing his machete.
There was a pause and then a sound. A sound the girl hadn't heard in a long time and that Jason had never heard. It was the sound of someone calling her name. A man's voice. She reflexively crouched down, on the stairs and looked at Jason for instruction.As Jason took a step toward her, the sound of more steps stormed towards them and rested above them. There had to be at least 10 people in the room just above them, now. She shook her head desperately and held out her hand to signal him to stop. There were too many of them together for him and her to take on all at once. There was a mumbled jumble of voices then the footsteps all spread out to the different rooms of the cabin above them. She heard her name called out a few more times, before the steps and voices completely disappeared.
She kept her eyes wide and trained on Jason, while he studied the floor above them, as if he had the ability to actually see through it. When silence fell once again, he looked at her. Was she protecting them? No. She feared them for some reason. The fear was clear in her eyes. 'They're searching for me!' She whispered, hoarsely. She rarely used her voice anymore. There wasn't much need with Jason and the same schedule they followed on a daily basis. 'They can't find me, they'll take me away!' They'd most likely hold her and question her about the disappearance of her father. Or, they might've already found him at the bottom of the lake and somehow linked her to the murder. They'd never understand her. Never understand why she did it or why she wanted to stay here with a serial killer.
'They want to take her away from you, Jason! They can't have her. She belongs to us! Don't let them have her, Jason!' Mother's voice was loud in his mind. Loud and commanding. Yes, she belonged to them, now, not the men up there. She'd belonged to them once, but they'd driven her here, to the lake. They couldn't have her back and she didn't seem to be excited to return to them, herself.
That night, there were no screams of pleasure. That night was made for screams of another sort entirely.
The spent the day moving underground carefully, and Jason made trips outside to set up a few more trap lines to the bells. At night, they were prepared for anything. They emerged from the underground cellar, camouflaged with the night and woods around them. A line of four dark coloured cars, two cop cars and a white economy van parked themselves in front of the main cabin. They held a meeting there, apparently and shortly after, 2 other cars, white and unlabeled pulled in as well. The group of people intimidated her, but Jason seemed confident enough. Hard to tell with his face completely hidden from view and no words. But the set of his shoulders told his stories, sometimes.
Two women stepped out of the first car and all but ran into the cabin. A man emerged from the second car began gathering things out of his backseat. Jason moved in. The girl kept herself close to him. They moved closer to the man and she was the first to step out into the open. She stood in the dim, flickering lights of the driveway, dingy and wild. She cleared her throat and the man hastily backed out of his car, bumping his head on the inside of the door on the way out. He stood taller than her but about a head shorter than Jason. His eyes widened at the sight of her, almost as if he recognized her. And, after a brief moment of hesitation, he did. 'Hey! You're her! The one we're looking for, aren't you?'
She shook her head and took a single step backward, out of the light. Jason stood only a couple of steps back from her, completely cloaked in darkness. The man was older and wore glasses. Probably couldn't even make an outline of Jason, where he stood. The man walked quickly to her, reaching out to grab her arm. As soon as he was close enough, she moved to the side allowing Jason to plunge his machete straight into the man's chest. She listened as his body thumped to the ground. One down. But, this was an easy target. There was at least half a dozen other people to take out.
It wasn't long before another man came out, probably to look for the man they'd just killed. He looked out over the cars, then took a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it. He turned his back to them, to criticize the wood of the cabin door and the dilapidated state of the porch he stood on. 'They should really fix this fuckin' place up...' he muttered to himself. 'Nothin' but a fucking death trap, out here.' Jason made his way around the porch, to the front of it, just behind where the man stood. In a heartbeat, Jason swung the blade low to the porch, slicing into one of the man's ankles. He let out a pained yelp and dropped to the rotted wooden floor. His weight caused the wood to crack below him, dropping him to the insect infested ground below. 'What the fuck! What the fuck!' He repeated to himself as he struggled on the ground.
The girl made her way up to the hole and stabbed him in the throat with a small, handmade dagger. There was noise from inside the cabin and the door opened to more people than they'd assumed were there. There were eight people in their immediate sight, trying to get a peek out of the door to see what all of the noise outside was about. The girl panicked, Jason could see it in her eyes as she froze. He reached out, grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her backwards, toward him. There were too many. The man in the hole's last gasps of breath brought everyone's attention back to him, before they all began filing outside and running towards them.
The girl whimpered at the sharp pain of her hair being pulled, but pulled herself together enough to run. Jason didn't bother to run, instead walking at a steady pace, behind her and the small hoard of people running behind him. Two men leaped on top of Jason, causing his pace to slow, but he continued to move forward, determined not to let her out of his sight. She was his. Two of the police officers ran past him and tackled the girl to the ground. That snapped him out of his mental lull and he launched a fist directly into the first face that appeared in front of him. There was a sickening crack of bone and the man's face was pushed into his own head, by the force of it. Another body hit the ground and Jason's pace finally sped up.
The girl struggled, kicking and even biting one of the officer's arms. 'Let me go! Let me go! I don't want to go! Jason!' She screamed at the top of her lungs. Another man jumped on Jason, locking his arms around the massive shoulders and once again, slowing him down. 'Jason! JASON!' the girl cried, as the officers dragged her away. 'Please, Jason! Don't let them take me away! Please!' She managed to free a hand and she reached it out towards him. This time, he did run. Someone fired a gunshot, behind him, but the sound didn't even matter right now. Nothing had hit him. They dragged the girl toward the white van, in the driveway.
There was yelling all around him, but the only one he could make out clearly was the high pitched scream of the girl calling his name and begging him to not let them take her away. There was another gunshot and this time, he was hit. Blood spewed from the bullet hole in his back. Just to the left of his spine, and he dropped to the ground. The girl watched in horror. 'JASON!' She screamed, tears of fear and grief streaming down her face. She was thrown into the white van, the doors quickly shut and locked behind her. The floor of the van was cold against her tear and dirt stained face. She repeated his name, under her breath, even when she felt the van quickly start and pull away from the camp. There was chain link and plexi-glass surrounding her, along the walls and windows of the van. They were taking her away from Jason. She belonged to Jason. They were stealing her.
((For some reason, nothing but my AN posted. Hopefully, it works, now. Also, in response to the last reviewer...no, this isn't the last chapter...but, the next one will be.))
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Over the course of the next few months and throughout the winter season, Jason taught her to mimic himself perfectly. When she hunted, she was quiet as death. The only difference between them and their hunting styles, was that she proved more fruitful in the lake, itself. In all of the time he'd been cast out into the lake, he'd never learned to swim. He, usually, walked along the bottom of it. But, she could swim and quite well. She used it to her advantage, when it came to catching the meager fish that seemed to thrive in the lake.They didn't feast but the meals were sufficient and frequent enough to keep the two of them alive and strong. She still did the things that grated on his nerves, such as random singing of his name, until eventually she came to the realization that he'd never talk back. Ever. He, himself, wasn't even sure that he knew how. He knew that when he was a child, he did talk. To Mother. Who, coincidentally, had been abnormally quiet. She wouldn't say anything for weeks at a time.
But with that oddness came another. He didn't mind the silence. Before, he'd have wondered and worried himself over his mother's silence. But, now, there was a comfort in it. He knew she wasn't silent out of anger. On the contrary. The few times he'd given serious thought to ending the girl, his mother would suddenly chime in and demand that he keep her close still. He was still her good boy. He would always be that.The girl was the closest thing he even had to a friend of any kind. She might even be considered a best friend of some sort.He admitted to himself that there was a comfort in her presence, now, no matter how much she managed to irritate him.
One of the far end bells tingled and Jason looked up from his table covered in chains and spare trapping parts. The girl hadn't seemed to notice, sitting further away on the stairs, reading the same book she'd read a thousand times since being with him. She'd even tried to read him some of it, but the language in 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame' was too difficult for him to piece together. He could barely understand it. He waited, patiently, to hear if another bell, a closer one, would tingle. If it did, it meant there was something intelligent out there and it wasn't simple an animal grazing.After a few minutes, he gave up and returned to tinkering with the trap parts on the table. After a moment, the bell closest to them sounded and both of them jumped up, silently. The tinkle was followed by heavy footsteps coming towards them and then standing just above. Jason reached out, silently, grabbing his machete.
There was a pause and then a sound. A sound the girl hadn't heard in a long time and that Jason had never heard. It was the sound of someone calling her name. A man's voice. She reflexively crouched down, on the stairs and looked at Jason for instruction.As Jason took a step toward her, the sound of more steps stormed towards them and rested above them. There had to be at least 10 people in the room just above them, now. She shook her head desperately and held out her hand to signal him to stop. There were too many of them together for him and her to take on all at once. There was a mumbled jumble of voices then the footsteps all spread out to the different rooms of the cabin above them. She heard her name called out a few more times, before the steps and voices completely disappeared.
She kept her eyes wide and trained on Jason, while he studied the floor above them, as if he had the ability to actually see through it. When silence fell once again, he looked at her. Was she protecting them? No. She feared them for some reason. The fear was clear in her eyes. 'They're searching for me!' She whispered, hoarsely. She rarely used her voice anymore. There wasn't much need with Jason and the same schedule they followed on a daily basis. 'They can't find me, they'll take me away!' They'd most likely hold her and question her about the disappearance of her father. Or, they might've already found him at the bottom of the lake and somehow linked her to the murder. They'd never understand her. Never understand why she did it or why she wanted to stay here with a serial killer.
'They want to take her away from you, Jason! They can't have her. She belongs to us! Don't let them have her, Jason!' Mother's voice was loud in his mind. Loud and commanding. Yes, she belonged to them, now, not the men up there. She'd belonged to them once, but they'd driven her here, to the lake. They couldn't have her back and she didn't seem to be excited to return to them, herself.
That night, there were no screams of pleasure. That night was made for screams of another sort entirely.
The spent the day moving underground carefully, and Jason made trips outside to set up a few more trap lines to the bells. At night, they were prepared for anything. They emerged from the underground cellar, camouflaged with the night and woods around them. A line of four dark coloured cars, two cop cars and a white economy van parked themselves in front of the main cabin. They held a meeting there, apparently and shortly after, 2 other cars, white and unlabeled pulled in as well. The group of people intimidated her, but Jason seemed confident enough. Hard to tell with his face completely hidden from view and no words. But the set of his shoulders told his stories, sometimes.
Two women stepped out of the first car and all but ran into the cabin. A man emerged from the second car began gathering things out of his backseat. Jason moved in. The girl kept herself close to him. They moved closer to the man and she was the first to step out into the open. She stood in the dim, flickering lights of the driveway, dingy and wild. She cleared her throat and the man hastily backed out of his car, bumping his head on the inside of the door on the way out. He stood taller than her but about a head shorter than Jason. His eyes widened at the sight of her, almost as if he recognized her. And, after a brief moment of hesitation, he did. 'Hey! You're her! The one we're looking for, aren't you?'
She shook her head and took a single step backward, out of the light. Jason stood only a couple of steps back from her, completely cloaked in darkness. The man was older and wore glasses. Probably couldn't even make an outline of Jason, where he stood. The man walked quickly to her, reaching out to grab her arm. As soon as he was close enough, she moved to the side allowing Jason to plunge his machete straight into the man's chest. She listened as his body thumped to the ground. One down. But, this was an easy target. There was at least half a dozen other people to take out.
It wasn't long before another man came out, probably to look for the man they'd just killed. He looked out over the cars, then took a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it. He turned his back to them, to criticize the wood of the cabin door and the dilapidated state of the porch he stood on. 'They should really fix this fuckin' place up...' he muttered to himself. 'Nothin' but a fucking death trap, out here.' Jason made his way around the porch, to the front of it, just behind where the man stood. In a heartbeat, Jason swung the blade low to the porch, slicing into one of the man's ankles. He let out a pained yelp and dropped to the rotted wooden floor. His weight caused the wood to crack below him, dropping him to the insect infested ground below. 'What the fuck! What the fuck!' He repeated to himself as he struggled on the ground.
The girl made her way up to the hole and stabbed him in the throat with a small, handmade dagger. There was noise from inside the cabin and the door opened to more people than they'd assumed were there. There were eight people in their immediate sight, trying to get a peek out of the door to see what all of the noise outside was about. The girl panicked, Jason could see it in her eyes as she froze. He reached out, grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her backwards, toward him. There were too many. The man in the hole's last gasps of breath brought everyone's attention back to him, before they all began filing outside and running towards them.
The girl whimpered at the sharp pain of her hair being pulled, but pulled herself together enough to run. Jason didn't bother to run, instead walking at a steady pace, behind her and the small hoard of people running behind him. Two men leaped on top of Jason, causing his pace to slow, but he continued to move forward, determined not to let her out of his sight. She was his. Two of the police officers ran past him and tackled the girl to the ground. That snapped him out of his mental lull and he launched a fist directly into the first face that appeared in front of him. There was a sickening crack of bone and the man's face was pushed into his own head, by the force of it. Another body hit the ground and Jason's pace finally sped up.
The girl struggled, kicking and even biting one of the officer's arms. 'Let me go! Let me go! I don't want to go! Jason!' She screamed at the top of her lungs. Another man jumped on Jason, locking his arms around the massive shoulders and once again, slowing him down. 'Jason! JASON!' the girl cried, as the officers dragged her away. 'Please, Jason! Don't let them take me away! Please!' She managed to free a hand and she reached it out towards him. This time, he did run. Someone fired a gunshot, behind him, but the sound didn't even matter right now. Nothing had hit him. They dragged the girl toward the white van, in the driveway.
There was yelling all around him, but the only one he could make out clearly was the high pitched scream of the girl calling his name and begging him to not let them take her away. There was another gunshot and this time, he was hit. Blood spewed from the bullet hole in his back. Just to the left of his spine, and he dropped to the ground. The girl watched in horror. 'JASON!' She screamed, tears of fear and grief streaming down her face. She was thrown into the white van, the doors quickly shut and locked behind her. The floor of the van was cold against her tear and dirt stained face. She repeated his name, under her breath, even when she felt the van quickly start and pull away from the camp. There was chain link and plexi-glass surrounding her, along the walls and windows of the van. They were taking her away from Jason. She belonged to Jason. They were stealing her.
((For some reason, nothing but my AN posted. Hopefully, it works, now. Also, in response to the last reviewer...no, this isn't the last chapter...but, the next one will be.))