I've Heard Stories About You... (REPOST)
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1 through F › Friday the 13th (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
9,349
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
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.
17
5 YEARS LATER....
'She's only been allowed to room with the other residents for about 7 months, now. Still hasn't matured socially, and refuses to speak for the most part. When she first arrived, she only repeated a few sentences over and over. Now, the only thing she ever says if she -does- speak is 'I belong to Jason.' That's it.' The woman dressed in the pure white garb of a nurse stopped at the door to room 48 and turns to a man dressed in a dark gray business suit. 'She, also, collects newspaper clippings of the Crystal Lake Killer. We believe that's the Jason that she refers to, since that's where we found her. Some of the rumours even say that she was found -with- Jason Voorhees. No idea what the relationship is between them, exactly,' she continues, as she fumbles through the massive ring of keys in one hand, to unlock the door. 'When asked about him, she absolutely refuses to give any information. We believe that he may have abused her in some way. She was covered in bruises and lacerations. And, the complete physical revealed recent sexual activity, including sodomy.' The nurse took a breath and opened the door.
The girl sat on the very edge of her bed, back to the door. Her hair lay in a long, dirty curtain around her face. She didn't even twitch at the sound of the door opening. Her head remained bowing down and her breathing continued to remain deep and steady. She looked unconscious. She sat, facing a wall covered in newspaper and magazine clippings with loud headlines like : 'Crystal Lake Serial Killer?!' and 'Camp Blood Re-Opens, Killer Still On The Loose!'
'Is she always this unresponsive?'
'Yep. I hardly ever see her twitch, let alone eat or sleep. Sometimes I wonder if she ever moves from that spot, aside from putting up more papers. She gets a new roommate today. Maybe some company will liven her up.'
For a long moment, there's silence and the girl can feel both pairs of eyes on her back...studying her. She hears the rustle of papers, followed by the jingle of keys and the door closing. 'Next room, then?' The nurse said as they left the room, locking the door behind them.
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The door opened hours later. She remained in the same spot, facing the same wall, covered in the same pictures. There's a shuffle of sock-covered feet before the door is closed and locked again. A pale, scrawny girl stands there, staring at the unmoving girl on the bed. Her hair is a dirty-blonde colour and looks as though it hadn't been combed through in well over a few days. 'So, you're the creepy thing they're all talking about in the group sessions?' She shuffles over to the bed on the opposite wall from the other's. 'Great. I always get stuck rooming with the weirdos,' she says, flopping on the bed. 'Name's Stacey, what are you in for?' she asked, as she plucked at the ends of the crisp white sheets under her.
The girl didn't respond.
'Do you talk or what? Are you one of those mute freaks?'
The statement caused the girl to blink and slowly raise her head. A mute? Jason was a mute, sort of. He never talked and made rare, unintelligible noises when doing strenuous activities. She stared, intently, at one of the pictures on the wall.
'Why do you have all that shit on the wall, about Voorhees? You a fan or something?'
'I belong to Jason,' she said, softly.
'You belong to him?' Stacey sat up. 'What do you mean you belong to him? He's not here, you know?' She padded over to the wall of pictures and studied them carefully. 'The rumour is they found you there with that guy. They say you were kidnapped by him orsome crazy shit. That he might have messed you up in the head.' She sniffled. 'Doesn't seem like they were too far off, from what I can tell,' she snickered at her own words.
The girl reached out an emaciated looking hand, toward the walls. 'I belong to Jason,' she repeated.
'You two were lovers or something? That's fucking sick. I heard he was retarded and deformed. Who would love something like that? And, he kills people, too? Crazy shit.' She smirked and knelt down in front of the girl. 'Did you fuck him, too?'
The statement caused the girl to look up, eyes burning, staring straight at the disheveled blonde thing in front of her.
'You did, didn't you? That's so fucking disgusting!' She stood, bouncing from one foot to the other, in victory. 'How was he? What did it feel like, hmm?'
The girl balled her hands into tightly clenched fists.
'What's it like to fuck a retarded serial killer, you sick bitch?'
Before she could properly think it out, her fist connected with Stacey's jaw with a sickening crunch. She was standing, staring down at her, as blood poured from her mouth. 'What the fuck is your problem?!' She yelped, from the floor, covering her bleeding mouth.
The girl reached out, grabbing the first thing her hand came into contact with; a pair of dull-bladed safety scissors. The kind they give to kindergartners. The very scissors she cut every one of the pictures on the wall, out with. She moved, quickly, trapping the girl beneath her. She saw red as she felt the blunt edges of the scissors burst through the girl's eye and lodge itself into her brain. It was soft. Everything felt soft, except the hard, now slippery plastic of the handle on the scissors.
She released the scissors and walked back toward her own bed. She sat in her usual place, her breathing slowing down to the usual steady pace. She stared, hard, at the pictures of Jason on the wall, before bowing her head once more.
'I belong to Jason,' she whispered one last time.
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EPILOGUE
===============
He looked down at his hand. The dimming candle light glistened off of the cream-coloured liquid covering it. The physical release had been gratifying, but the girl was still missing. They'd taken her away from Crystal Lake. He knew it because he'd scoured every inch of land around the lake. Not a trace of her. Days turned into weeks, months and now, years. He'd killed dozens of people, since they'd taken her from him. He'd killed them without Mother even having to give the command. They were all bad, in his eyes.
Those people. They belonged to a place that had stolen his friend. His lover, even. Taken what was his and never returned her.
Mother had been right. She had made him stronger. With her kidnapping came a stronger desire for vengeance. A more determined Jason Voorhees was born that night. He would kill and continue to do so, without hesitation. Everything had been taken from him and he'd be damned if they'd take his land away.
He wiped his hands clean on a damp cloth and lie back on the bed that they'd shared on many occasions. He always kept a second pillow off to the side, just in case she ever returned to him. Her pillow. He could imagine her scent was still on it, just as if she'd risen with him that very morning and had never gone away. He gingerly sniffed the pillow and settled back on his own side of the bed.
Tomorrow started what they all called 'Spring Break.' The busiest time of the year for idiotic teenagers looking for the dangerous legend of the Camp Blood Killer. They wouldn't find him, he would find them. And, they would never make it home to their own parents. He would see to that. He glanced over to the infamous hockey mask, lying at the very edge of the bed. He no longer required sleep, but he would lay there in his memories of Mother and the girl, for hours. Nearly the same as dreaming to him.
THE END
+++++++++
The Virus of Life - by Slipknot/Corey Taylor
(Yeah)
I can see you but you can't see me
I could touch you and you wouldn't even feel me
Wait a second and you'll settle down
I'm just waiting, 'til you really let your guard down
You're relaxed, you're sublime, you're amazing
You don't even know the danger you're facing
If I'm quiet, I'll slide up behind you
And if you hear me I'll enjoy trying to find you
I've been with you all day
I'm trying to stay calm
I'm impatient and it's really hard to breathe
I'm going to empty you and fill you in with me
Just keep the violence down
Not yet - don't make a sound
Oh God I'm feeling it
It's reaching fever pitch
My skin is caving in
My heart is driving out
No mercy, no remorse
Let nature take its course
Watching - Bring me to my knees
waiting - I am your disease
Lover - set my symptom free
Covered - you won't feel a thing
You can't feel a thing
(shh, wait, shh, no, wait, wait, no, shh, wait, wait, not yet, no, wait, wait)
I'm sweating through my veins
I'm trying to hold on
It's unbearable, it's almost worse for me
I'm gonna tear you apart and make you see
MAKE YOU SEE!
Watching - Bring me to my knees
waiting - I am your disease
Lover - set my symptom free
Covered - you won't feel a thing
This is the virus
THE VIRUS OF LIFE
This is inside us
The crisis, the knife
This is the virus
The virus of life
This is inside us
The crisis, the knife
It's almost time to play
It's time to be afraid
I can't control the pain
I can't control in vain
Oh God I'm ready now
You're almost ready now
I'm gonna love you now
I'm gonna break put you down
I see you in the dark
I see you all the way
I see you in the light
I see you plain as day
I wanna touch your face
I wanna touch your soul
I wanna wear your face
I wanna burn your soul
Watching - Bring me to my knees
waiting - I am your disease
Lover - set my symptom free
Covered - You can't love me
This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life
THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!
THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!
THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!
THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!
((I have decided to continue this story to include Freddy, as well. You can find the continuation WIP here: http://movies.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600093321 Thank you!))
'She's only been allowed to room with the other residents for about 7 months, now. Still hasn't matured socially, and refuses to speak for the most part. When she first arrived, she only repeated a few sentences over and over. Now, the only thing she ever says if she -does- speak is 'I belong to Jason.' That's it.' The woman dressed in the pure white garb of a nurse stopped at the door to room 48 and turns to a man dressed in a dark gray business suit. 'She, also, collects newspaper clippings of the Crystal Lake Killer. We believe that's the Jason that she refers to, since that's where we found her. Some of the rumours even say that she was found -with- Jason Voorhees. No idea what the relationship is between them, exactly,' she continues, as she fumbles through the massive ring of keys in one hand, to unlock the door. 'When asked about him, she absolutely refuses to give any information. We believe that he may have abused her in some way. She was covered in bruises and lacerations. And, the complete physical revealed recent sexual activity, including sodomy.' The nurse took a breath and opened the door.
The girl sat on the very edge of her bed, back to the door. Her hair lay in a long, dirty curtain around her face. She didn't even twitch at the sound of the door opening. Her head remained bowing down and her breathing continued to remain deep and steady. She looked unconscious. She sat, facing a wall covered in newspaper and magazine clippings with loud headlines like : 'Crystal Lake Serial Killer?!' and 'Camp Blood Re-Opens, Killer Still On The Loose!'
'Is she always this unresponsive?'
'Yep. I hardly ever see her twitch, let alone eat or sleep. Sometimes I wonder if she ever moves from that spot, aside from putting up more papers. She gets a new roommate today. Maybe some company will liven her up.'
For a long moment, there's silence and the girl can feel both pairs of eyes on her back...studying her. She hears the rustle of papers, followed by the jingle of keys and the door closing. 'Next room, then?' The nurse said as they left the room, locking the door behind them.
===============
The door opened hours later. She remained in the same spot, facing the same wall, covered in the same pictures. There's a shuffle of sock-covered feet before the door is closed and locked again. A pale, scrawny girl stands there, staring at the unmoving girl on the bed. Her hair is a dirty-blonde colour and looks as though it hadn't been combed through in well over a few days. 'So, you're the creepy thing they're all talking about in the group sessions?' She shuffles over to the bed on the opposite wall from the other's. 'Great. I always get stuck rooming with the weirdos,' she says, flopping on the bed. 'Name's Stacey, what are you in for?' she asked, as she plucked at the ends of the crisp white sheets under her.
The girl didn't respond.
'Do you talk or what? Are you one of those mute freaks?'
The statement caused the girl to blink and slowly raise her head. A mute? Jason was a mute, sort of. He never talked and made rare, unintelligible noises when doing strenuous activities. She stared, intently, at one of the pictures on the wall.
'Why do you have all that shit on the wall, about Voorhees? You a fan or something?'
'I belong to Jason,' she said, softly.
'You belong to him?' Stacey sat up. 'What do you mean you belong to him? He's not here, you know?' She padded over to the wall of pictures and studied them carefully. 'The rumour is they found you there with that guy. They say you were kidnapped by him orsome crazy shit. That he might have messed you up in the head.' She sniffled. 'Doesn't seem like they were too far off, from what I can tell,' she snickered at her own words.
The girl reached out an emaciated looking hand, toward the walls. 'I belong to Jason,' she repeated.
'You two were lovers or something? That's fucking sick. I heard he was retarded and deformed. Who would love something like that? And, he kills people, too? Crazy shit.' She smirked and knelt down in front of the girl. 'Did you fuck him, too?'
The statement caused the girl to look up, eyes burning, staring straight at the disheveled blonde thing in front of her.
'You did, didn't you? That's so fucking disgusting!' She stood, bouncing from one foot to the other, in victory. 'How was he? What did it feel like, hmm?'
The girl balled her hands into tightly clenched fists.
'What's it like to fuck a retarded serial killer, you sick bitch?'
Before she could properly think it out, her fist connected with Stacey's jaw with a sickening crunch. She was standing, staring down at her, as blood poured from her mouth. 'What the fuck is your problem?!' She yelped, from the floor, covering her bleeding mouth.
The girl reached out, grabbing the first thing her hand came into contact with; a pair of dull-bladed safety scissors. The kind they give to kindergartners. The very scissors she cut every one of the pictures on the wall, out with. She moved, quickly, trapping the girl beneath her. She saw red as she felt the blunt edges of the scissors burst through the girl's eye and lodge itself into her brain. It was soft. Everything felt soft, except the hard, now slippery plastic of the handle on the scissors.
She released the scissors and walked back toward her own bed. She sat in her usual place, her breathing slowing down to the usual steady pace. She stared, hard, at the pictures of Jason on the wall, before bowing her head once more.
'I belong to Jason,' she whispered one last time.
===============
EPILOGUE
===============
He looked down at his hand. The dimming candle light glistened off of the cream-coloured liquid covering it. The physical release had been gratifying, but the girl was still missing. They'd taken her away from Crystal Lake. He knew it because he'd scoured every inch of land around the lake. Not a trace of her. Days turned into weeks, months and now, years. He'd killed dozens of people, since they'd taken her from him. He'd killed them without Mother even having to give the command. They were all bad, in his eyes.
Those people. They belonged to a place that had stolen his friend. His lover, even. Taken what was his and never returned her.
Mother had been right. She had made him stronger. With her kidnapping came a stronger desire for vengeance. A more determined Jason Voorhees was born that night. He would kill and continue to do so, without hesitation. Everything had been taken from him and he'd be damned if they'd take his land away.
He wiped his hands clean on a damp cloth and lie back on the bed that they'd shared on many occasions. He always kept a second pillow off to the side, just in case she ever returned to him. Her pillow. He could imagine her scent was still on it, just as if she'd risen with him that very morning and had never gone away. He gingerly sniffed the pillow and settled back on his own side of the bed.
Tomorrow started what they all called 'Spring Break.' The busiest time of the year for idiotic teenagers looking for the dangerous legend of the Camp Blood Killer. They wouldn't find him, he would find them. And, they would never make it home to their own parents. He would see to that. He glanced over to the infamous hockey mask, lying at the very edge of the bed. He no longer required sleep, but he would lay there in his memories of Mother and the girl, for hours. Nearly the same as dreaming to him.
THE END
+++++++++
The Virus of Life - by Slipknot/Corey Taylor
(Yeah)
I can see you but you can't see me
I could touch you and you wouldn't even feel me
Wait a second and you'll settle down
I'm just waiting, 'til you really let your guard down
You're relaxed, you're sublime, you're amazing
You don't even know the danger you're facing
If I'm quiet, I'll slide up behind you
And if you hear me I'll enjoy trying to find you
I've been with you all day
I'm trying to stay calm
I'm impatient and it's really hard to breathe
I'm going to empty you and fill you in with me
Just keep the violence down
Not yet - don't make a sound
Oh God I'm feeling it
It's reaching fever pitch
My skin is caving in
My heart is driving out
No mercy, no remorse
Let nature take its course
Watching - Bring me to my knees
waiting - I am your disease
Lover - set my symptom free
Covered - you won't feel a thing
You can't feel a thing
(shh, wait, shh, no, wait, wait, no, shh, wait, wait, not yet, no, wait, wait)
I'm sweating through my veins
I'm trying to hold on
It's unbearable, it's almost worse for me
I'm gonna tear you apart and make you see
MAKE YOU SEE!
Watching - Bring me to my knees
waiting - I am your disease
Lover - set my symptom free
Covered - you won't feel a thing
This is the virus
THE VIRUS OF LIFE
This is inside us
The crisis, the knife
This is the virus
The virus of life
This is inside us
The crisis, the knife
It's almost time to play
It's time to be afraid
I can't control the pain
I can't control in vain
Oh God I'm ready now
You're almost ready now
I'm gonna love you now
I'm gonna break put you down
I see you in the dark
I see you all the way
I see you in the light
I see you plain as day
I wanna touch your face
I wanna touch your soul
I wanna wear your face
I wanna burn your soul
Watching - Bring me to my knees
waiting - I am your disease
Lover - set my symptom free
Covered - You can't love me
This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life
THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!
THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!
THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!
THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!
((I have decided to continue this story to include Freddy, as well. You can find the continuation WIP here: http://movies.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600093321 Thank you!))