I've Never Heard Of You...

Twelve hours and two stolen gas tanks of gas later found her on a long, wooded and somewhat familiar stretch of road. She'd made it. Almost. She was so tired and the adrenaline had faltered off long ago. The harsh voice next to her ear was the only thing that had kept her awake, but her eyes refused to stay open any longer. She parked the car just far enough into the woods to keep it hidden from the sight of anyone traveling on the aforementioned road and sighed in relief. She stared, blankly, at the glove now resting on the passenger's seat. It was still beautiful, still something extremely sexy in the glinting metal blades, but her energy was completely gone and she closed her eyes.

Jason hovered over her, his face completely covered by the hockey mask she'd seen him adopt throughout the progressing pictures in magazines and news papers. She didn't like it, preferring his uncovered face when they were together like this. With a soft whimper, she reached out and hooked the very tips of her fingers to the eye holes of the mask and pulled. Jason pulled his face away, shaking his head. She gave him a small pout, but did nothing to stop what was happening between them. Jason, once again, stared down at her and she leaned up to place a kiss on the mouth area of the mask. How she hated it when he hid his face from her.

His hand cupped her right breast and squeezed gently. She whimpered again. His hands felt rougher than she remembered- possibly scarred, even. But throughout the article clippings, she'd heard that he'd been shot, burned, drowned again. Even so, she'd never imagined him as he might be now. It was always as she'd remembered him from twenty years ago.

She gasped as the rougher skin grazed the soft flesh of the side of her breast. Something about this felt wrong, but how could it be with her Jason here. It felt, possibly, like there was someone else in the room, but when she looked around, there was no one. She looked back into Jason's face and both of his eyes were open. Both of them! 'Jason!' she gasped and tried to wiggle out from under him. But he was at least a foot and half taller than her and outweighed her by a hundred or more pounds. She didn't have a chance, when he grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the ground. 'Jason! Jason, stop!' she tried to scream, but it only came out as a harsh whisper.

Suddenly, she wasn't on the mattress anymore, or even in the cellar. She was on the ground in the woods, next to the car she'd stolen, and Jason was still on top of her. 'What's wrong, baby, don't you want me anymore?' She stared at the hockey mask in front of her, eyes widened in terror. Jason never spoke, and barely ever made any noise at all. But the voice coming from behind the mask was the exact harsh voice that had kept her going, to get here. She tried to wriggle herself free once again, to no avail.

'Get off! Get off me! You're not Jason! Jason! Please!' Her voice was back, and she screamed as loud as she could, but it only fell on the deaf ears of the surrounding trees and echoed off their trunks, back to her. The hockey mask seemingly melted from the face on top of her and most of it landed on the ground, searing the leaves and twigs on contact. A few drops of it landed on her shoulder and she yelped in agony. It felt more like a chemical acid burning through her skin, more than a hot, molten liquid. The uncovered face above her was someone she didn't recognise at all. He had wide, insane eyes. His face, head and neck were horribly scarred, possibly from being burned, she couldn't really tell in the dim light. He had a slightly hooked nose and a sinister grin, as he looked down it at her.

A Long, vine-like tongue slithered from between his disfigured lips and wrapped itself quickly around her neck, making two loops around, before cutting itself off, leaving just enough for the man to take hold and use like a leash. 'It's been so long since I've tasted the flesh of a terrified woman, you know,' he whispered, almost seductively, next to her ear. He licked along her jaw and tears of fear streamed from the corners of her eyes. 'And, you'll let me taste you, because you owe me. I got you back here to him. You wouldn't have been able to do it without me.' He nuzzled her neck and she shivered. It was true.

She silenced her sniveling, instantly. It wasn't as id she was lawfully committed to Jason. This wouldn't be considered 'cheating' or doing him a dishonesty in any way. Really, she would be lucky if he even remembered her after so many years. But, she was Jason's, had always been so since she'd murdered her father that night, years ago. She was torn between this man that she did owe a great deal to, and her loyalty to Jason.

Something occurred to her just then. While her mind was completely occupied with what to do, she'd completely lost her attention focused on the man wrapping himself around her and forcing her to her knees. Maybe, she could be somewhere else in her mind, again, while he did whatever to her. She could think of Jason and being with him and not feeling lonely anymore. She was lost in her thoughts as he moved behind her and bit her earlobe. She didn't feel it or acknowledge him. He growled in response and bit the junction of her neck and shoulder hard enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to bleed. Still, she didn't even whimper. He smiled in devilish realization.

'I know what you're doing. It won't work. You'll call Freddy's name, I promise you, little piggy,' he said, harshly.

The words cut through her thoughts, so accustomed to silence.

'Freddy.' She repeated the name, slowly, softly. So, his name was Freddy. The name sounded childish, infantile even, on her tongue. She'd never imagined calling anyone over the age 12 'Freddy.'

'That's right, Princess. That's right,' he cooed, running the cold, sharp metal tips of his, now, gloved hand along the entire front of her body. He didn't pierce her flesh. No, he had plans for her, but he would show her that her inattention wouldn't be tolerated. The metal tips reached the waistline of her standard asylum issued panties, and he pressed on, further down to run the blade tips through the dark curls there. She couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her lips. There was something exciting about that particular danger along with the sexiness of those blades. 'That's it, just let Freddy take what he wants.'

He gripped her hip and tugged backwards, toward himself. Shortly after, something was thrust into her. There was no warning and no preparation, the sudden invasion of her body send a shock wave of renewed pain through her and she yelped. At that moment she wasn't even sure what was being thrust in and out of her so painfully. But, she felt the distinct impression of hipbones against her backside and her body tensed up. So, he was really going to take this from her. She allowed his rough rhythm to lull her into her own thoughts once again. She imagined it was Jason behind her, thrusting, dominant, powerful. She hissed in pleasure at the thought of it. Her muscles tensed around his cock and she gave a soft moan. The hand holding the makeshift leash around her neck, pressed against her back ad she obediently moved down to all fours. He pounded into her harder and her fingertips clawed at the leaves and dirt below her. 'Jason,' she whimpered.

Suddenly, she felt the sting of the bladed glove slash across her back, lightning quick, followed by a muttered 'stupid bitch!'


'Jason!' she yelped, in pain and her eyes shot open.