Her name was Crystal
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1 through F › Friday the 13th (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
8,643
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Friday the 13th movies, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Jason Voorhees does not belong to me.
Chapter 2
She felt weightless.
Her mind was far away from her body, drifting in a sea of nothingness where there was no pain, no fear. She had escaped herself, freed temporarily from her mortal prison, and set loose in that land we all visit between the conscious mind and sleep.
In this safe haven of deep subconsciousness she made the decision that upon waking she would not remember that which had hurt her. She buried that traumatic memory inside herself, and locked it up tight. She would not remember what had happened. And she would not remember herself. Upon waking there would be nothing. Nothing but whatever it was she would wake up to. This was a survival tactic. She would need to heal from her physical wounds before she could continue living. The emotional wounds were just too much.
Though she was out cold, she was somehow aware that she was being carried. And though she felt no pain, she could feel the warmth of another persons body heat. She could feel arms around her, lifting her, holding her. She felt her cheek resting against a chest. She could hear a heart beating. And the crunching of Autumn leaves underfoot as she was carried along. And then for a time everything went very dark, and she could feel and hear nothing at all.
Later, much later, the darkness of deep sleep gave way. She felt herself slowly being thrust upwards towards wakefulness. She did her best to protest, whining softly. She did not want to wake. She knew the waking world would bring her pain, but there didn’t seem to be anything she could do to stop it. The darkness was steadily giving way to light. Her conscious mind was stirring. All at once she came to herself. She opened her eyes.
At least she tried to open her eyes.
One eye wouldn’t open properly. It was sealed shut thanks to puffy, blue and black bruises on her cheek and forehead. Her other eye could open, however, and a shot of blinding pain made her close it again quickly. The soft, glowing orange light of a lamp shone somewhere above her. It had hurt. So she waited for her retina to adjust before slowly opening her eye again.
Focusing was an issue. Everything was blurry and her depth perception was way off. She could see a ceiling of some sort. It was dark and strange looking. Wood perhaps. Or stone. Wood and stone, with abundant cobwebs so coated in dust and insect carcasses.. they must have been there for years.
Trying to move her head to see anything else was out of the question at the moment. Her neck was seized with pain. Since old dusty cobwebs weren’t nice to look at, she closed her eye and decided to try and get her other senses working again. They were being much less difficult.
She could hear a clanking sound that echoed, as if she was underground somewhere. It sounded like someone was working with some sort of metal.
She could smell all sorts of things that were unfamiliar to her. Nothing unpleasant, really, other than perhaps a slightly musty, old smell. Like she was surrounded by old things, covered in dust. Things that hadn’t been used or even moved for years.
She was laying on some sort of bed. She could feel it. It was soft. And she was covered by a blanket, so she was warm. These were nice feelings. Nice, but they did little to mask the pain in her body that was slowly starting to make it’s appearance.
Pain. Oh, the pain. Every inch of her felt it. Dull, aching, throbbing pain that forced a small cry of anguish from her throat. Why did it hurt so much? What had happened to her to put her into this state? Had someone hurt her? Was she in danger? Was there more pain to come?
She began to panic. She didn’t know where she was, and she didn’t know why she hurt so much. Tears gathered in her eyes and stung. She hiccupped and sniffled.
Footsteps.
She still didn’t dare to move her head. It simply hurt too much. She only heard someone entering the room she was in, and then she could feel his presence.
He was silent, whoever he was. He stood in the room and she could not see him.. only feel that he was there. And that he was gazing at her, studying her. His presence.. it was formidable. There was something about it. Something about him. She could sense something about him.. something powerful. Whether it was dangerous or not she could not yet tell.. and she wondered if she should be afraid of it. She wondered if she should be afraid of him.
Had he been the one to cause her this pain? He wasn't asking questions about her well-being. He wasn't saying a word to comfort her, to tell her what had happened to her. He was just standing there, silently observing her.
Was he someone she knew? She didn't know. She couldn't remember anything. She tried to search her mind for information about him.. about anything and anyone.. and came up blank. It was as if someone had taken an eraser and rubbed out everything, leaving her with a blank, white sheet of.. nothing.
It was giving her a headache. Causing her more pain. She whimpered.
He turned to leave the room, still silent.
"No!"
She was surprised her vocal cords were working. Her voice was rough and scratchy. He stopped.
"Please.. don't leave.."
He hadn't been the one to hurt her. She knew it. He'd been the one who'd carried her. He put her in this bed and covered her with the warm blanket. He was her saviour.. somehow.. and she didn't want him to leave. She needed him there, whoever he was. Even if she couldn't see him.. she needed him there.
He was hesitating. She couldn't hear anything, but she knew he hadn't left the room. For a long time he stood there, silent.. unmoving. And then.. she felt him turn and come nearer.
Apparently there was something to sit on next to her bed. She watched as his large shadow fell over her blanket, and listened as he sat down next to her. Comfort came with him.. and she felt safe. She was safe now, because he was there.
"Thank you.." She whispered, and closed her eyes. The darkness overtook her again, and she fell back into the disconnected, peaceful world of her subconscious.
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Again this Jason is based on the new Friday the 13th movie. He's alive and he's smarter than your regular-brand Jason. ^^;; If you haven't been to see the new movie yet.. what the heck is wrong with you!!
More to come~
Her mind was far away from her body, drifting in a sea of nothingness where there was no pain, no fear. She had escaped herself, freed temporarily from her mortal prison, and set loose in that land we all visit between the conscious mind and sleep.
In this safe haven of deep subconsciousness she made the decision that upon waking she would not remember that which had hurt her. She buried that traumatic memory inside herself, and locked it up tight. She would not remember what had happened. And she would not remember herself. Upon waking there would be nothing. Nothing but whatever it was she would wake up to. This was a survival tactic. She would need to heal from her physical wounds before she could continue living. The emotional wounds were just too much.
Though she was out cold, she was somehow aware that she was being carried. And though she felt no pain, she could feel the warmth of another persons body heat. She could feel arms around her, lifting her, holding her. She felt her cheek resting against a chest. She could hear a heart beating. And the crunching of Autumn leaves underfoot as she was carried along. And then for a time everything went very dark, and she could feel and hear nothing at all.
Later, much later, the darkness of deep sleep gave way. She felt herself slowly being thrust upwards towards wakefulness. She did her best to protest, whining softly. She did not want to wake. She knew the waking world would bring her pain, but there didn’t seem to be anything she could do to stop it. The darkness was steadily giving way to light. Her conscious mind was stirring. All at once she came to herself. She opened her eyes.
At least she tried to open her eyes.
One eye wouldn’t open properly. It was sealed shut thanks to puffy, blue and black bruises on her cheek and forehead. Her other eye could open, however, and a shot of blinding pain made her close it again quickly. The soft, glowing orange light of a lamp shone somewhere above her. It had hurt. So she waited for her retina to adjust before slowly opening her eye again.
Focusing was an issue. Everything was blurry and her depth perception was way off. She could see a ceiling of some sort. It was dark and strange looking. Wood perhaps. Or stone. Wood and stone, with abundant cobwebs so coated in dust and insect carcasses.. they must have been there for years.
Trying to move her head to see anything else was out of the question at the moment. Her neck was seized with pain. Since old dusty cobwebs weren’t nice to look at, she closed her eye and decided to try and get her other senses working again. They were being much less difficult.
She could hear a clanking sound that echoed, as if she was underground somewhere. It sounded like someone was working with some sort of metal.
She could smell all sorts of things that were unfamiliar to her. Nothing unpleasant, really, other than perhaps a slightly musty, old smell. Like she was surrounded by old things, covered in dust. Things that hadn’t been used or even moved for years.
She was laying on some sort of bed. She could feel it. It was soft. And she was covered by a blanket, so she was warm. These were nice feelings. Nice, but they did little to mask the pain in her body that was slowly starting to make it’s appearance.
Pain. Oh, the pain. Every inch of her felt it. Dull, aching, throbbing pain that forced a small cry of anguish from her throat. Why did it hurt so much? What had happened to her to put her into this state? Had someone hurt her? Was she in danger? Was there more pain to come?
She began to panic. She didn’t know where she was, and she didn’t know why she hurt so much. Tears gathered in her eyes and stung. She hiccupped and sniffled.
Footsteps.
She still didn’t dare to move her head. It simply hurt too much. She only heard someone entering the room she was in, and then she could feel his presence.
He was silent, whoever he was. He stood in the room and she could not see him.. only feel that he was there. And that he was gazing at her, studying her. His presence.. it was formidable. There was something about it. Something about him. She could sense something about him.. something powerful. Whether it was dangerous or not she could not yet tell.. and she wondered if she should be afraid of it. She wondered if she should be afraid of him.
Had he been the one to cause her this pain? He wasn't asking questions about her well-being. He wasn't saying a word to comfort her, to tell her what had happened to her. He was just standing there, silently observing her.
Was he someone she knew? She didn't know. She couldn't remember anything. She tried to search her mind for information about him.. about anything and anyone.. and came up blank. It was as if someone had taken an eraser and rubbed out everything, leaving her with a blank, white sheet of.. nothing.
It was giving her a headache. Causing her more pain. She whimpered.
He turned to leave the room, still silent.
"No!"
She was surprised her vocal cords were working. Her voice was rough and scratchy. He stopped.
"Please.. don't leave.."
He hadn't been the one to hurt her. She knew it. He'd been the one who'd carried her. He put her in this bed and covered her with the warm blanket. He was her saviour.. somehow.. and she didn't want him to leave. She needed him there, whoever he was. Even if she couldn't see him.. she needed him there.
He was hesitating. She couldn't hear anything, but she knew he hadn't left the room. For a long time he stood there, silent.. unmoving. And then.. she felt him turn and come nearer.
Apparently there was something to sit on next to her bed. She watched as his large shadow fell over her blanket, and listened as he sat down next to her. Comfort came with him.. and she felt safe. She was safe now, because he was there.
"Thank you.." She whispered, and closed her eyes. The darkness overtook her again, and she fell back into the disconnected, peaceful world of her subconscious.
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Again this Jason is based on the new Friday the 13th movie. He's alive and he's smarter than your regular-brand Jason. ^^;; If you haven't been to see the new movie yet.. what the heck is wrong with you!!
More to come~