L'Amour a Non entendu

At first, they thought someone else had killed those kids. Usually he took the bodies someplace, but this time he left them where they died.

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As expected, Jason carried Ava back to his cabin. She was silent, the all consuming quiet getting to her slowly. When she had been running, she had lost a shoe and as Jason carried her, the other one slid off, blood having made her foot slick. Ava whimpered when it fell and in response, Jason tightened his grip on her. It was pitch dark, the only thing Ava was able to see were the outlines of the trees.

The walk took an awful long time. It should have taken only 30 minutes, but Ava felt as if an hour had passed since her failed flight. Something howled in the distance and she tightened her arms around his neck. Jason tensed, but didn't loosen his grip on her waist. It was oddly comforting to be held, even if it was by a serial killer that had killed three of Ava's only friends. Well, two. Cal had fallen into the fire by his own stupidity. Jason hadn't pushed him.

"Where are you taking me?" Ava asked when Jason put her down. She couldn't see a thing in the moonless night. No answer, not that she would have heard one. "I can't see." she added. Jason must be supernatural, Ava concluded. No human can see this well. Blindly reaching, she grabbed for some part of him and found a hand. She grasped tightly. Jason's hand was bigger than her's, consuming the doll-sized appendage. It was warm, yet rough. It felt nice.

Jason dragged her along the path, her bare feet hitting rocks, cutting into the tender flesh. It hurt like hell. A few minutes later, they reached the cabin. Jason led Ava to a room under the house. The smell of death hit her like a shovel. Decaying flesh, rotting bone, old blood. Nothing, no book, movie or even any of her darkest fantasies could have prepared her for this. Ava buried her face in Jason’s shoulder, making him jerk away. Poor man, she thought when she realized he must not have had much human contact since his mother’s death. Killing, no matter how hands on, did not count.

Jason let the nice girl take a seat. The voice Ava had heard earlier that day suddenly came back. Ava jumped and scrambled for the wall. Jason grabbed her arm roughly. Jason! That’s no way to treat our guest!

“Where are you ma’am?” Ava asked the ceiling. She turned to see a rotting human head inside a small shrine. She dry heaved into her corner. “Oh dear Lord.”

That’s me on the wall. Pamela Voorhees. I already know who you are. Oh dear, are you hurt? Jason, honey, get the first aid kit from upstairs.

To Ava’s amazement, Jason lumbered up the steps and into the house. Ava sank to the floor, burying her face in her hands. She had to be losing it. What else could explain the events of the past few hours?

“How come I can hear you?” Ava asked the ceiling.

You’re like my son. Special. You can hear what others can not.

“Why did he take me?”

That’s for Jason to tell you. With that, Ava felt Pamela’s spirit leave the room, leaving her totally alone.

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Jason found the first aid kit quickly. Before he went back downstairs, he stopped by his bedroom. The flower was still there. Maybe the girl would want it back. When he got back downstairs, the girl was sitting on a box, picking at her skin. Jason offered her the flower and the first aid kit.

“Thank you,” the girl said softly and put the flower in her hair. She opened the box and took out the small bottle of antiseptic and a cotton ball. Jason watched, fascinated as she began to swipe at her skin. Her face contorted with minor pain, but she never said a word. That was unusual. From past experience, Jason thought that all women were vocal about pain. He knelt next to her and watched some more. The antiseptic bubbled on her skin and she let out a hiss of pain. Jason remembered what his mother used to do when he was hurt. When he began to stroke her hair, the girl looked scared, but soon relaxed. It felt nice. Her hair was soft and smelled sweet, like the rest of her.

“I’m done,” she said quietly a few minutes later. But she didn't stand up. She leaned into his touch and they sat there for another few minutes. Then, she yawned.

"Um...is there anywhere I can sleep?" the girl asked. Jason nodded and stood. She followed him up to his room. "Okay. But where do you sleep?" He pointed to a chair beside the bed. "Oh, you don't have to do that. I can sleep there." Jason shook his head. Then, he pointed to his name on the headboard. He wanted to know her name. For a second, the girl looked confused. "What are you trying to tell me?" she asked, her face screwed up with confusion. Jason pointed to the headboard and then to himsef. Maybe she would get the message then. "Oh..." the girl blushed. "My name is Ava. It means bird." She made a fluttering motion with her hands. "Like a starling." She smiled.

Starling sounded pretty. Jason knew it wasn't her name, but it was nicer than Ava. He sat in his chair and the girl laid in his bed.

"Good night Jason," the girl whispered before she went to sleep.