I've Heard Stories About You... (REPOST)
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1 through F › Friday the 13th (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
9,334
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.
4
Since Mother had chosen to remain silent, he would keep her. Keep her for later judgement to be passed.He couldn't risk her running back to where she'd come from and warning others of his existence. It would only create more noise and 'work' for him to take on. Until Mother passed her judgement on the girl, she would remain with him. She didn't seem to be afraid of him grabbing her and pulling her along after him. Surprised? Certainly. Her legs annoyingly stumbled under her and caused him to grip her arm tighter and tighter, until crescent-shaped impressions of his fingernails began to fill with blood. She made no motion or noise to indicate that the injury was hurting her and he wouldn't have cared if she had anyway.
He led her to the basement of the main building of the camp. He'd converted it the best he could with the rubbish he had to work with, into his own space. The space was too short for his own abnormally tall stature, but perfect for someone of this girl's size to stand up correctly. Once inside, her breathing began to pick up. She, suddenly, seemed on the verge of hyperventillating. Good, she should be frightened of him. Everyone else was. He could do anything to her at any moment. She should be more than aware of it, in his opinion.
And, finally, she fell limp. Whether she'd finally hyperventillated or not didn't much concern him. She -was- still breathing which only meant on thing to Jason; she was still alive. He held her up, dragging her toward his bed. It wasn't much of a bed to speak of; a mattress he'd drug from the cabin next door and all of the blankets and pillows he could salvage. He dropped her gracelessly atop the disshevelled covers and threw a thin sheet over her, not bothering to make sure that it covered her entirely, before stalking off to find one of his thinner chains. She'd not be escaping while he wasn't available to give her his full attention. Using a chain that had come from a door and a pair of handcuffs that he'd salvaged from the few lawmen that had crossed his path, he made a perfect manacle to keep her restrained to this spot. It had a window, if she needed fresh air and he would ensure that she ate once a day, at the very least. She'd remain alive.
For now.
He locked one side of the handcuffs to her thin ankle and the other end into one of the links of the chain. Perfect. Another set of handcuffs were used to keep the device secured around the railing beside the bed. He gave the girl one last look and with a final shrug, left her to sleep off whatever she needed to. Something about this girl told him that tomorrow, when she woke, it wouldn't be a quiet day. For now, he had things that needed to be done to accommodate for his new guest. Newer food rations, for one. His salvaged canned goods would still work well enough, but his foraged meat would have to be replaced. People were far more trouble than they were worth.
He led her to the basement of the main building of the camp. He'd converted it the best he could with the rubbish he had to work with, into his own space. The space was too short for his own abnormally tall stature, but perfect for someone of this girl's size to stand up correctly. Once inside, her breathing began to pick up. She, suddenly, seemed on the verge of hyperventillating. Good, she should be frightened of him. Everyone else was. He could do anything to her at any moment. She should be more than aware of it, in his opinion.
And, finally, she fell limp. Whether she'd finally hyperventillated or not didn't much concern him. She -was- still breathing which only meant on thing to Jason; she was still alive. He held her up, dragging her toward his bed. It wasn't much of a bed to speak of; a mattress he'd drug from the cabin next door and all of the blankets and pillows he could salvage. He dropped her gracelessly atop the disshevelled covers and threw a thin sheet over her, not bothering to make sure that it covered her entirely, before stalking off to find one of his thinner chains. She'd not be escaping while he wasn't available to give her his full attention. Using a chain that had come from a door and a pair of handcuffs that he'd salvaged from the few lawmen that had crossed his path, he made a perfect manacle to keep her restrained to this spot. It had a window, if she needed fresh air and he would ensure that she ate once a day, at the very least. She'd remain alive.
For now.
He locked one side of the handcuffs to her thin ankle and the other end into one of the links of the chain. Perfect. Another set of handcuffs were used to keep the device secured around the railing beside the bed. He gave the girl one last look and with a final shrug, left her to sleep off whatever she needed to. Something about this girl told him that tomorrow, when she woke, it wouldn't be a quiet day. For now, he had things that needed to be done to accommodate for his new guest. Newer food rations, for one. His salvaged canned goods would still work well enough, but his foraged meat would have to be replaced. People were far more trouble than they were worth.