A/N: This is a new one for me (never done a Friday the 13th fanfiction before) so let's hope it works out. I attempted to take a new twist with this story. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Friday the 13th or anything related, I just own my character Jane.

The rain was pelting hard against the top of the speeding truck. Her thoughts were buzzing around her mind as she looked blankly straight ahead, the two guards on either side of her as the driver would occasionally call back to the guards to see if they needed or wanted anything. The redhead was not about to open her mouth, she'd been nice and quiet for the past few months since her trial and she was not about to crack for their sake. Hands and feet clinking in their chains as the truck drove over a bump in the road. Jane Jacobs kept staring at the doors that could possibly lead her out of this truck.

"Hey, Jacobs!"

She didn't move. Eyes gazing ahead.

"Jacobs! Pay attention, you bitch!"

That riled a reaction from her. Her head snapped in the direction of the guard to her right, her eyes deadly as she struggled to free herself from the chains that held her in place. It was clear the woman could do some true harm to this guard, but with her hands and feet bound there was not much she could do; or so she thought. Slowly she got out of his face and her head went back to where it had been originally, those brown orbs of hers staring a hole into the doors of the truck. Able to hear the sound of both guards laughing, she mentally rolled her eyes. It wasn't polite to tease the tiger through the glass. You never know if she'll break through.

"So how long has she been silent?" Inquired the guard on her left, she believed his name was Charlie, or something like that. "For a few months. She got that way after her trial. They don't know what happened or what caused it. The Doc said she'd snap out of it soon. But honestly, who cares? All women should pick up the silent treatment every once and a while, am I right?" The guard to her right reached behind her to slap Charlie's hand, seeing as he was nodding and agreeing with him. Jane couldn't remember if he went by Stan or Stanley. She could really care less.

These two were at the lowest point of being consider proper men. Oh, how she wished to knock them out and possibly torture each one separately. A small smile formed over her mouth as she kept facing the doors of the truck. However, the smile vanished as quickly as it had come. They were transferring her to a place where the criminally insane went... and stayed. JJ did not want to go there and she was more than determined to break out of here. Tonight.

She was simply waiting for the right moment to strike. All in good time, though. Jane had been accused of crimes she had not committed. All the evidence pointed to her. But because she had no more living relatives to aid her during her troubles, she was sort of screwed in the whole situation. It didn't help that she hadn't been an exact "good girl" throughout her teenage years, but she was turning over a new leaf as of recently. Unfortunately, that didn't help her case any. They had labeled her insane. Having found the files that told of her medical history of her Bipolar adventures, that hadn't helped her either. She couldn't fight this because the evidence and case against her was far too strong. Jane Jacobs was being put away on the account that she had murdered her entire family.

They said she'd been with her family that night and was found with self inflicting wounds on her body... and the murder weapon was still in her bloody hands. She had tried over and over again to prove her innocence, but the case was too strong. JJ would never hurt her family. They had been there for her through those tough times and always helped her plant her feet, but now that they were gone and she was all alone in this world, soon to be put away where she'd never be heard of again. The redhead hadn't even realized that she had curled her hands into tight fists, thankful that the two idiot guards weren't paying attention. She'd gone silent for a reason; no one would listen. What was the point in talking if no one took the time to listen to her side of things? She really hoped that her silence could be broken by someone who wanted to listen to her.

But she could only hope. So, this was her only chance.

The two idiots were laughing obnoxiously on either side of her, still not paying any attention. All of a sudden she snapped her head in the direction of Charlie, figuring he was perfect for her to use in what she had planned. This was a risk, but she was taking it, can't look back now. Her arms slipping around his neck as she squeezed him tight to her, his breathing labored. Of course she was still chained up, but her limited movements were enough to get the job done.

"HEY! Jacobs! Let him go! Now, you crazy bitch!" Stan grabbed a hold of his gun and aimed it at her, her arms still tightly around Charlie's neck. She could feel his struggling coming to a stop, Jane was killing him, but she didn't seem to care. Look at what they all had done to her? It resulted to this. They had beaten her down to this, JJ felt so less of herself that she figured she'd earn her title as insane. She'd show them.

"SHIT!" Came Stan's voice as he stared at the lifeless face of his partner. Jane took this to her advantage and released her hold on Charlie's body, and flipped her whole body so she kicked Stan right in the face, he let out a yell his gun going off at the roof of the truck, his eyes bulging as he watched from the awkward position he was put in. JJ was very well built when it came to muscles and she wasn't afraid to get violent if she had to and this was simply a situation where it required her full on strength. "Get off! STOP THE FUCKING TRUCK!" Stan hit at the back of the wall that separated them from seeing each other.

Jane shifted her legs and wrapped them around Stan's neck, his struggling and gun waving causing her to use her strength to bring him up close to her middle, her legs keeping his arm in position. This was just what she needed as her fingers barely, but successfully grasped the gun. Letting him go only to see him make a quick move and lunge at her, the gun going off without warning. The blood dribbling down his nose and over his eyes. Headshot. It was sheer luck that she managed to do that in such little time. Smirking to herself, only now realizing that the truck had indeed stopped in the middle of the road in the rain. The doors suddenly opening up to reveal the driver and yet another guard.

Aiming the gun at the two of them she made a motion with her free hand towards her bounded hands and feet. Clearly she was telling them to liberate her or else suffer. The guard put his own gun down on the ground, slowly climbing into the back of the truck and quickly setting her free from her chains. Feeling completely better for the first time in a long time, the redhead scooted out of the truck with her new weapon aiming at the two who slowly stepped back from her and the truck. The rain falling down all around her, her body taking to it happily. Those brown eyes staring the guard and driver down. "Please, Jacobs." The guard coaxed. Oh, no way in hell.

She inched backward, knowing what she was to do now. Knowing what surely happens once it begins.

Jane took off, racing straight into the woods with yells coming from the guard and the driver. They were going to track her down and try and force her to go. The rain hit against her face whilst she continued to run and swerve away from trees in the way, taking herself further into the woods. After a good five more minutes of running, knowing she'd had a head start, JJ hid behind a tree. Her breathing picking up as she waited patiently for the other party to make their move.

The redhead bit her bottom lip as she slid down the tree and into the wet grass, pulling her knees to her chest, her arms wrapping around them. Just wait. Wait it out and you'll make it. Maybe start anew here in the woods. That wouldn't be too terrible, would it? She bit back her thoughts and tried to think up a new plan, sadly her attempts to do so failed. She was stuck and there was only one answer to her questions now. It would have to end in death and preferably to the other party.

It was only a minute later that she heard the guard again, his voice fake with persuasion. Looking to the gun next to her side, she kept a straight face, reaching down to grab the weapon and hold it close. She was in deep shit. This had to end. NOW. Taking a deep breath she slowly stood back up against the tree and turned slightly to see if she wasn't able to spot the guard or even the driver at this point. The rain was coming down harder than ever now and the only cover was certain trees. "Jane! Come back and we'll make a deal!" A deal? Did he think she was stupid?

Hearing some kind of screams come from the direction of where the guard was, her eyes widened in surprise. Deciding to clutch the gun close as she peered around the tree and started to walk a little further into the woods to see what had just happened. Letting out a gasp as she tripped over something, the gun going off. Quickly turning around to see what she'd tripped over. It was the guard except his head and left arm were missing. Tilting her head, curious as to what had happened for this to happen; either the driver turned on the guard... or someone else was in the woods also.

She went with the second guess. Maybe she was insane. No, they'd already crossed that line a while back. Shaking her head, she slowly got up from the wet ground, forgetting all about the gun on the ground by her feet. Her gaze focusing on the blood stained trees as she glanced up at the tall tree, tearing herself away from the scene she started to blindly go towards the next scream and yell of agony that rang through the air. JJ reached the next bloody scene to see the driver's bloodied and bruised body. Quirking a brow, realizing that she only had her mind and bare hands and feet to use as her weapons, seeing as she'd left her gun behind.

Maybe it was better this way. Did she really deserve to die like this, though? All alone in these woods? Possibly.

Pressing her hand over her heart she sunk down to the cold, wet earth once more, unaware that she was being watched very closely by a certain masked killer.

A/N: I'm testing my skills here, so bear with me. If you liked it? Leave a review. If you did not? Leave a review anyhow. I need the feedback and I'm always willing to hear from you guys. Hopefully, this made sense and wasn't as crappy as I think it turned out to be. Tried to be original so we'll see by your response on whether this should be continued or not. Let me know! Thanks for reading and making it through the first chapter. You're appreciated. xD