One Good Woman

Disclaimer: Don’t own it. Never claimed to own it. Don’t sue me.

Author’s note: Sorry it’s been so long everyone…thanks for the reviews! Haven’t forgotten you all. Between having a monster cold and the upcoming Holidays, my creative juices have been sapped. But I’m back. This chapter’s not much. But it gets things prepped for the NEXT chapter….which has a nice slice of what you’ve been waiting for. Promise.

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Jesse had just finished a nice warm shower. It was just the ticket after this day. First finding the tent, then that Deputy. Jesse wished she could just write him off as a loony, but she couldn’t. He KNEW something.
Then Jesse had the pleasure of Director Bradley getting in her face and making it pretty clear that he didn’t give a damn if all the counselors and half the kids went missing while the other half were gutted and roasting over a fire, so long as the camp didn’t get shut down.
Of course he didn’t use those words exactly, but he might as well have.
After that lovely experience, Jesse had run into Beth.
Beth didn’t like her, Jesse knew that. But she’d thought the other girl surely had enough sense to know that Jesse wanted absolutely no part of Kevin.
Wrong.
Beth kept dishing it out until Jesse just walked off. It just wasn’t worth the time. And she had e-mail to check.
Yesterday, Jesse had e-mailed a college friend to gather some info on the legends surrounding Crystal Lake. The Camp was equipped with a small library cabin. In case it rained for several days, the kids could entertain themselves.
But regardless how small the library was, it still had internet access. And fortunately, a printer.
Her friend had found a goldmine of information. Jesse printed off document after document as quickly as possible. Everyone had made it pretty clear this information wasn’t welcome. Considering the way her day had gone, this was the LAST thing she needed to be caught reading.
She’d read in her cabin until her eyes were sore. She understood the history the Director was trying to keep hushed up.
It was then she needed that shower, she felt…dirty. Some poor boy like her brother had drowned as a result of counselor neglect. His mother sought vengeance. And in a cruel twist of fate, her boy, Jason, had somehow survived his drowning only to see his own mother die. He’d then taken up her torch to punish the careless around the lake.
Jason Voorhees had finally been killed and buried. Although rumors persisted that he’d risen from the grave and continued hunting people in the woods surrounding Crystal Lake.
Jesse wasn’t sure what to make of the rumors. What she was certain of was that little Tommy’s presence was simply a ruse to get the new and improved Crystal Lake Camp on it’s feet. Camp Director Bradley cared no more for Tommy as a person than anyone else here did.
As she soaped and scrubbed in the shower, her mind drifted back to the strange man from the night before. Why hadn’t she told the Deputy about him? Probably because he’d made it pretty clear he knew more than she did about the lake…and he seemed a little unstable. In her eagerness to get away from him, she’d forgotten about the hockey mask wearer.
Was it possible? Could the man really be Jason? All the specific references to a hockey mask wearing Jason Voorhees meant that part of the history was likely fact.
What if it was?
Jesse racked her brain for every shred of detail she could recall about the man from the night before.
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Luke was drowning his anxieties. Not only was his stash floating around somewhere, but Thomas and Donna had vanished. What evidence would the Sheriff’s Department find lying around inside that tent?
What if there was still ecstasy in there? What if they tied it to him?
Luke was a coward by nature, so no way was he going to chance checking out the tent himself. Not to mention how incriminating that would have been.
So his solution was a baggie of pot and several beers.
As he walked very slowly past Jesse’s cabin, he saw the tell-tale puff of steam of someone showering.
Luke was not too drunk to forget he had a dick.
He crept up to the window and peered through an accidental crack in the drapes.
The angle wasn’t quite perfect, but every now and then he caught a glimpse of the silhouette of an arm, or a leg through the shower curtain.
Luke had nothing better to do, and when Jesse got out of the shower, he’d have a vision to jack off to tonight.
He was so focused on the woman in the shower, he disregarded the large shadow looming over him.
Suddenly a large hand clamped around his windpipe as he was whirled around.
Luke tried to gasp, but couldn’t.
He was facing the biggest man he’d ever seen.
Jason pulled the bad boy close, he reeked of alcohol. True, he could have strangled the young man, or just snapped his neck.
But that just didn’t feel satisfying enough.
Instead, Jason slowly crushed the windpipe, feeling the give and collapse of the man’s trachea.
Then he just let the man go.
Luke stumbled away. He tried to breathe, but there was no air to be had. He tried to scream, but his collapsed airway left him without a voice.
But his ears still worked.
The killer was walking behind him at a leisurely pace. Step. Step. Step.
Luke tried to throw himself into Jesse’s door, anything to signal his desperation for help, but a ripping pain at his scalp stopped him as Jason drug him away from the door by the hair.
Luke tried to get away, Jason put a stop to that immediately.
He drove his machete through Luke’s foot and into the ground. Effectively pinning him.
Luke wasn’t going anywhere.
And he was slowly dying.
Jason watched with interest. There would be no merciful impalement as there had been for the bad girl.
Amazingly, the boy turned to him in his last moments of clarity. Luke sank to his knees hanging on to Jason’s coat, pleading with his eyes until the dull light in them went out.
For convenience, Jason stashed the body in a nearby brush pile.
Then he went to see the good girl.

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Jesse stepped out of the shower and wrapped her towel around her. As much as she’d like to tell herself there was no way Jason could be stalking the Crystal Lake woods. One detail stayed in her mind.
The stranger’s size.
He was just so….massive. But as Jesse had run to the bathroom, and he’d followed….
He hadn’t made a sound.
And no one else had ever known he was there even as they were searching for Luke’s drugs.
It just wasn’t natural.
Which would very much describe Jason himself if he WERE walking around…unnatural.
Jesse curled up on her bed and pulled the towel from her body and wrapped it around her dripping hair.
Then she picked up another article about Jason Voorhees.

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Jason stared as the girl pulled off the towel. Every curve of her body was enticing. He was mesmerized by her slight build. Looking at her wrists, he knew he could hold both of them in one hand.
This led to a brief fantasy, Jason’s first, of her naked and warm before him, trying to struggle away but for her tiny wrists trapped in one of his hands. While his other hand was free to…
Jason leaned against the windowsill for support as shudders of pleasure tingled through him.
Even still, reflexively, his hand tightened on his machete. But not to strike a blow. He just needed something to hold on to.
What was that? His eyes zeroed in on what she was reading.
It was about him!
There was a naked woman, in bed, reading about him!
Now the thrill he felt was more focused. Jason looked down at himself, surprised to see that he had a hard-on.
He’d never had one of those before. It almost scared him.
Jason was unsure, which was probably a good thing for Jesse. Only his own lack of experience kept Jason from entering her cabin and ravaging her.
But he could most certainly do what he’d seen some boys do.
Carefully, he eased the cabin window open just a crack. The scent of the girl’s lavender bath products was heavy in his nose. Along with the reminder of her nakedness.
Leaning against the cabin wall, Jason touched himself.
Sensation had just touched him…when a sound startled him.
Quickly he melted into the foliage pausing just long enough to drag Luke’s corpse away with him.
He glanced at Jesse’s cabin just in time to see her peering out her window.
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Jesse woke the next morning. The uneasiness that had gripped her last night had not gone away. She could swear someone had leaned against the wall outside her cabin the night before, but when she’d looked, no one was there.
But instead of feeling relieved, she was anxious. From everything she’d read, incidents at the camp were following a horrifying pattern. One that always started with the disappearance of counselors.
Jason was back.
No one was going to believe her for one second, but that seemed to be part of the pattern too. And they would all die.
Well, Jesse had no intention of waiting around for Jason to come cutting through the cabins. Why he’d not killed her before was completely beyond her, but that wasn’t important right now.
And now, as she left the mess hall, she’d heard Kevin ask Beth if she’d seen Luke anywhere. Jesse walked quickly to her cabin, feeling that crawly sensation up and down her spine.
It was time to bug the hell out.
But she wasn’t going alone.
Sitting inside her cabin, along with two small daypacks was a small pouch. It held Tommy’s medications, Jesse had stolen them from the nurse’s station.
If Jason was going to deliver wrath and destruction to Crystal Lake Camp, he could go right ahead. But Tommy would be spared. Jesse wasn’t leaving the boy behind.
Granted, it was true Jason did not have a record for killing young children. But Jesse had no faith in any of the counselors left here. Kevin and Beth didn’t give a shit, and the other counselors were just Freshmen who were barely old enough for this job in the first place.
Tommy would be neglected if she left.
Town wasn’t far. They could make it.
*Jason might find you* She thought.
“If he does…then he does” She said to herself. Funny how that sentiment sounded braver than she really felt.