Jason's Fatality

by fatalitydragonrider

Fatality is a seemingly-normal Mexican teenager with a secret. Her views on the human kind is negative and loathsome. Jason voorhees is the world's most notorious cold-blooded murderer. When their worlds collide, will the murderer have another victim meet his blade, or will he acquire something he's longed for all his life? Reviews and faves are welcome! :')

1. Fatality's intro

Hey there! This is your homegirl fatalitydragonrider!

This story is gonna be my first story onto FF guys! Wish me luck! :') Enjoy~

Fatality's P.O.V.

It was a coldish night, and I can admit that things here at this "camp crystal lake" suck. There's nothing to do here but walk around and do random stuff. I wish I was back at Laredo. I miss turning around every corner and seeing my friends causing trouble with the cops. I miss its entire diverse people, and I miss my best friend Iris. The most I miss about Laredo is the hilarious fighting. I really freaking miss practicing with my trainer when it came to practice fights in my Mixed martial arts preparatory, but it beats being with my careless abusive father. I would do anything to stay the hell away from this guy, after all he's ever done for me, being sent here to work and help out at this weird natural camp is the best thing he has ever done for me. Since I figure that I have nothing to do at all but study for my classes and practice fighting all by myself, I guess I can take a break from all of this stuff and relax here and enjoy what nature has to offer for me. All I can do is lie here on the bed and look up at this wooden cabin ceiling, since everything here's really boring as hell. I guess that's all I can do, right? ... Did I even remember to bring my medication, my hand straps ,my camera and my sketchbook? ... Gosh ... being away from home really bothers me, but oh well...

Well anyways, the people here are so immature. They complain about being outside and following the rules about such stupid things such as "Oh , don't go into the lake after night" and " Don't pick fights with other campers!" .Being in a seemingly all-white camp, I feel really isolated from my people back at laredo. They are with their weird human rules and such. They definitely are against fighting, so I'd best keep my skills a secret. They are such assholes when it comes to following these obviously ignorant childish rules. If they really call camper's fighting a real thing, I would really show them what a real fight is. Oh well, I guess I'll just be here alone in cabin number 4 and draw stuff for my cousin's tattoo shop since I have nothing to worry about…