L'Amour a Non entendu

I tried to tell them, but no one wanted to hear me.

The afternoon began to slip away. Around three, Ava decided to leave the camp and walk in the woods. She was sick of being the fifth wheel. She didn’t have any voyeuristic tendencies, so watching the others hook up wasn’t an option. Even though Jack was an egomaniacal jerk most of the time, she would be glad to have him there. He was better than being alone.

Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a golden mist over everything. Ava knelt to examine a flower. It was a pale white, generic forest flower, with specks of violet. She plucked it and put it in her hair. The white of the flower glowed against the black of her hair. Ava continued her walk, her feet making soft pads against the mossy ground of the forest. All was quiet, the only sounds being the chirps of the birds.

After about twenty minutes, Ava spotted a wooden sign. In faded red letters it said Camp Crystal Lake . Oh lord, she thought, remembering the stories. Camp Crystal Lake . Jason Voorhees. Tommy Jarvis. Dozens of murders. Camp Blood . But rather than be afraid, an odd feeling of peace came over her.

Don’t be afraid my child, a woman’s voice floated into her mind. Even though she may have not been real, the voice comforted her. Ava kept going. The cabins looked be in severe disrepair, as if at some point, people had stopped caring about the way the place looked. There were a few splatters of blood on a porch and one door hung off the hinges. One window was shattered. Ava kept going, until she reached a small house at the edge of the property. It was also in disrepair, Ava’s foot almost going through the porch when she stepped onto it.

The house had a vaguely lived in look, as if someone had been living there on and off for a while. Ava passed a dirty kitchen and dusty living room. She stopped at a bedroom. It was a child’s room. Models of trains and the like, tin soldiers, and there was a teddy bear on the bed. When Ava sat on it, it creaked under her weight, even though she weighed only about one hundred, maybe less. She picked up the bear. For something that looked so old and dirty, it was soft and almost cuddly. The left arm was falling off and an eye was missing.

I wonder who used to live here, Ava mused as she looked around. The name engraved on the headboard read JASON. Oh my god, I am in his house, oh my god, she thought.

Heavy footsteps sounded. Ava felt her chest constrict with panic as the sounds drew closer. She couldn’t move. All she could do was clutch the teddy bear closer as Jason got closer. She started to pray, fumbling over the forgotten words. Then, there he was. Standing in the doorway of his childhood room. He was huge, surely double Ava’s weight and a foot taller. He was muscular as well, filling the doorway.

“I’m so sorry!” she half-cried. “I’m going!” Almost sobbing, she stood up, shooting out of his bed, dropping the bear. Jason didn’t move, blocking her only way out. “Are you going to let me go?” Ava asked, her voice soft. Jason nodded and stepped aside. On her way out, Ava stopped to look at the man. He seemed to be studying her. His one good eye peered from his hockey mask and locked wither gaze. Ava felt the panic begin to recede for some odd reason. Those dark pools brought on a feeling of serenity that didn’t fit with the situation. Here she was, standing eye to eye with a man that had killed dozens of people and she felt just fine.

“Thank you,” she whispered before she began to run, her feet pounding on the carpet and her hair a flag behind her. The flower fell out, but that went unnoticed.

Xx

While Jason waited for it to get dark, he thought about the girl some more. Usually mommy made him kill any trespassers. But she had told him not to kill the girl, let her go. The twist in events was unusual enough to unsettle him.

The girl had dropped her flower. Jason picked it up and put it on the dresser. The girl had been playing with Mr. Fuzzy, who lay on the floor where the girl had dropped him. When Jason picked him up, he could smell the girl on him, something sweet and soft. He gently put Mr. Fuzzy back in his place.

Why had she thanked him? All he had done was let her leave. Jason didn't understand that people were afraid of him just because of who he was. He had no idea about his legend, how people trembled at the very mention of his name.

Soon it got dark. Jason saw the sky begin to lose its glow and he knew it was time. He went downstairs to sharpen his blade before he went out. Mommy had taught him to be quick and and neat when he killed. A dull blade would slow him down. After the necessary preparations, he went out into his woods, towards his camp.

One of the bad girls was in the trees. Jason reconized her as one who had hurt the good girl. She was pulling up her shorts. Jason could smell her urine. Pot and beer, like all the others. A twig snapped under his boot.

"Man you have some weird fetishes," the girl laughed. She turned and saw Jason. "Oh shit, oh shit please don't kill me, please!"

Jason didn't say a word, as usual. Instead, he swung the blade and it went into her chest, blood spurting onto Jason and the ground. With a gurgle and small scream, she fell to the ground and died in a puddle of her own urine. Jason heard one of the bad boys start coming towards them. He called the girl he must have just killed, Leslie, a bitch. He got close and had no time to react. Jason stabbed him in the neck, and he died without a sound against a tree.

The last two were by the fire, kissing and touching. Mommy began to scream they were doing the bad thing and had to be stopped. When the boy saw him, he jumped up and began to run. In his panic, he tripped and fell into the fire, screaming as he burned. The last bad girl ran for a tent. Jason decided to wait.

That tent was Ava's. Having turned off her cochlear to get some peace and quiet, she hadn't heard three of her friends die brutal deaths. So when Julie burst into her tent, half naked and screaming, it was a shock to say the least.

What's wrong? Ava signed and turned on her cochlear.

"You fucking bitch, you brought Jason here! He killed Cal and probably Les and Mario. You brought him here and now we're going to die!"

"What?" Ava asked. "No, you're wrong." He wouldn't hurt me, she thought sadly.

"Shut the fuck up and run!" Julie tried to drag Ava, but the deaf girl refused to move. "What the fuck?"

"Why are you blaming me?" Ava asked. "He would have come anyway."

"You went to his fucking camp you bitch! YOU LED HIM TO US!"

After years of this, years of her step-sister's constant subtle belittling, Ava snapped. She grabbed the latern in the tent and swung it at Julie's head. Glass exploded into her skull, blood everywhere, even on Ava, who ran out of the tent.

Ten feet away stood Jason, who was lit up by the fire, the glow almost angelic. Their eyes met once again. Shivering, Ava hugged herself, praying he would leave her alone again. When Jason took a step forward, Ava began to run. That wasn't something she was good at, but she still did it. Maybe there were people nearby. They could help her.

Tiny branches clawed at her legs, creating scracthes that stung. Ava was crying, her vision a blur. She stopped at the edge of a ravine, when she ran into a tree. The impact was strong enough to knock out her cochlear and sent Ava onto her back. She lay there, stunned and trying to think. It hurt too much to do so. So she waited for him to get her. When Jason came, all Ava did was blink and wait for him to raise the bloody machete. When he didn't do anything, she was suprised.

Suddenly, Jason extended a large, strong hand. Ava found herself lifted in the air, tossed over Jason's shoulders like a sack of potatoes. She held onto his neck as they headed for parts unknown.

xxx

Yay, second down! Oh, the italics at the start is Old Fred talking to the young man in 2005.