Disclaimer:i do not own friday the 13th or any characters aside from Megan...unfortunately.

a/n:please read and reveiw, reveiws are what i live on,lol

P.S. know that some of the characters may come out a bit O/C that's just how i write, sorry.

Speaking styles:

Pamela voorhees

Jason voorhees

Everyone else

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(Megan's POV)

Why the hell am i here, in this damn van, with these idiots. Don't get me wrong i like road trips but, i hate,HATE, sitting in a shitty van with a bunch of potheads and their bong. I try so hard to drown them out with my music. But try as i might their voices overwhelmed those playing on my Mp3. I screamed up to the one with dreadlocks, chase, i think.

"When are we going to get there?"

"Like ten minutes, don't get your panties in a bunch."

I looked at him grumpily, i didn't like him or any of my little step-brother's friends, i hate my step-brother even more. He was the whole reason i was on this trip, my step-dad forced me up here to spend some 'quality time' with his son. Honestly i know it's just so he can fuck some bimbo without me interrupting. And on most occasions i would happily go away, like the time he sent me to romania for a week or when he gave me a few hundred dollars to go to a gothic boutique and stay at an expensive hotel for three days and two nights. But this time his golden boy, varsity football, man whore, wanted to go to camp crystal lake(or as he likes to refer to it, "camp blood") to smoke weed with a few friends and bang a few of them too. So here i sit, silent, patient, hoping that somehow some terrible accident will occur and either kill or atleast wound one of these kids and give the rest a wake up call, but that won't happen, and i know it. Then again if i consider that history of the place we are going... I do believe Jason exists, i know it. And i seem to be the only one.

"We're here!"

Announces Corey, my step-brother, and as we all unload from the van, me with my tote bag and rucksack, as i get out i catch chase trying to smack my ass. I catch his hand.

"By the way i'm not wearing panties..., i wear boxers."

I smirk at him, he is shocked, but he recovers and yells:

"Dyke!"

After me.

"It's bisexual, thank you very much, and you are just jealous because you can't get in MY boxers."

I walk away, smiling, happy, and trying to find a cabin in good condition.

(Jason's POV)

Another batch, another long, yet enjoyable weekend.

Lots of bad boys and girls to slaughter. I smile under my mask, i hear some words being yelled between two of the teens. the girl then walks off toward another cabin, towards where i am hiding. She has black and red hair, obviously dyed, falling down her back. She was wearing long jeans and a a baggy red and black hoodie over an old led zepplin t-shirt.

"Jason, do you see how different she is, he aura is tourted but lighter, she is not like them,Jason. She is a good girl, better than them, don't hurt her."

"Yes, mother i see her...she is very pretty...can i..."

"Only if she wants to be kept dear, she is different and special like you,my special,special, boy, but she has grown up differently than you. But if you are going to kill the others hide her in the cabin first so she doesn't have to watch."

"Yes, mother, but what if she wants to...help, she doesn't seem to like these people very much and..."

"Wait until the time comes Jason, then we will decide what to do, but wait my special boy let her get settled before you do anything...oh and Jason...her name is Megan."

"Okay mother,i will wait."

I would wait but, only so long, the urge to end these silly teenagers lives was very great. But i would wait for mother and for Megan. Ah what a nice name, easy to speak, joyful but sad. I wondered how she was to talk to, be around, she looked so pretty and she wasn't a stick figure like all the other girls, she was a little chubby,but that made her look more innocent. I wanted so badly to meet her but i would have to wait...and hope when i did meet her,if i did, that she wouldn't scream and run.

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(Megan's POV)

The sun had sunk down below the lake and a bon fire was roaring. Beer cans were everywhere, and the smell of weed wafted through the air. But here i was in a decrepid cabin, writing by way of a self charging lantern and singing as well.I wore my lucky mask as I sang along wth "I will follow you into the dark" by Death Cab For Cutie.I admired my Dark purple and green mask in my hand mirror before I got up and twirled around and I stoped as I spied someone through the window. I turned to my bag to grab my can of mace, but when I turned back around I heard a knock at my door. It was Corey,drunk out of his mind..and shirtless. God why now of all times.

"Hey s-sister how-ws it going?"

He slurred,plastered out of his mind. I really didn't need this i thought as he sauntered toward me.

"Corey just get out of my cabin please, i want to go to sleep, go fuck one of your whores and leave me alone."

"Well little sis, I'd rrr-rather fuck you."

My eyes widened. No, not this, I wasn't going to let this happen. Not after what happened a few years ago.

Corey was now right in front of me, i had the mace in my hand but as i lifted my hand up to spray it in his eyes he batted it out of my hand. I backed up and was stopped by the bed. Corey pushed me down. I fought back as he got on top of me. I kicked and tried to scream but he lifted up my mask and shoved his tounge in my mouth. He tasted of weed and cheap beer. So i bit hs tounge and screamed as I kicked him in the nads. He cried out and rolled off the bed. And at that moment i froze i saw a large figure in the doorway. A tall man in dirty,ripped clothing and a...hockey mask.

It was him, Jason. My heart beat hard against my chest, but not with fear, excitement. He walked over to Corey, who was slowly getting back up. When Corey was on his feet he began slurring again and trying to get to me, i half expected to be dead right about now, but instead, Jason picked me up and sat me down in a far corner, he grabbed my blanket and draped it over my shiverng form. Next he turned and I saw his machete unsheath and he walked back over to Corey. I did somehting i didn't think i'd have the power to do. I got up and walked over to him. The machete was high above his head, he was about to strike.

"May I? I would really like to before you kill me."

I braced myself for my head to be loped off but i felt something heavy being placed in my hand...his machete. The weapon that had sent so many to the grave, how amazing, how...much of a turn on? It felt like exstasy to be holding this powerful weapon, next to the man i had dreamed of seeing for my entire life. And as i plunged the blade into Corey's heart i felt wonderful, whole. And as Corey's lifeless body fell to the floor, i heard the Machete clatter to the floor before i blacked out.