So many things went through her head.

So many ideas went through mind.

Yet, she could not believe what she had summon. Better yet, who she summoned.

Standing tall, at least, six feet four inches, he had on a mask of sorts. Having holes around the face in a pattern, she gazed in wonder on how well built he was. However she could not digest why she summoned a lowly commoner. A simple one at that, she saw how rugged and tattered his cloths were. Wearing only a simple faded black shirt, covered by a faded olive jacket, he stood tall with his faded black cargo pants. The one thing that absolutely stunned her was the mask. That mask was something that would be iconic, legendary, and an omen of some kind.

As for the man in the mask, he was somewhat confused. He was, at first, fighting that wretched burned faced, Freddy Krueger in hell, but now, here he is. In front of a little girl, with a whole group of teenagers behind her. He would surely kill them, but for now, theses...creatures... beside each teen seem to catch his interests. One creature was a floating eye, one was a bear of some kind in the floor, another was a giant lizard!

As he was examining the familiars, Tabitha looked at her familiar. She saw how Sylphid was ...shaking? Not out of the weather, that was obvious,but rather in fear.

"Problem?"

Sylphid looked down at her master, still quivering in fear, "Dangerous man." Tabitha rose an eyebrow. She was at first confused on why Louise's Familiar-a commoner at that-was a dangerous man. That is until she looked over where Sylphid was so scared of. Suffice to say-she understood too well. Those eyes.

Those eye's said it all. Tabitha had seen those eyes, the eyes of a sad killer. The eyes of a being so empty. Longing for something to change the path. A path where it seen everything from everyone.

"Beside" she said to Kirche.

Kirche was confused. Why would Tabitha-her best friend- be telling her to be beside her.

He examined each creature, along with each teen. All seem different, all had extravagant colors ranging from a rainbow. All had features that gave off a different personality. However, one seemed to grasped his attention. The little pink one. The little pink one was walking up to him in a manner of annoyance. She then stopped right in front of him.

"You should be thankful! Something like this, only happens once-in-a-lifetime!"

She rose her wand, and chanted.

This was very peculiar to him. Why would a child be pointing a stick to him, more importantly, why isn't he killing yet. It's as if something was holding him in place. The little pink one finished chanting and went even closer than before. She couldn't reach where his face was so she signaled him down.

Now things were a lot more confusing, why would this young one needed him kneeling down? Taking the chance, he knelt down and looked directly at her.

Louise never seen it before, but the man in front had very, VERY, sad eye's. The eye's seem to give off a sad, gruesome story and yet, it had a small tinge of vengeance lurking inside. Waiting… watching…. For the right moment.

He too looked directly in her eye's...for once he saw something he hadn't seen. A great power, waiting to be unleashed into the world. Watching to see how things will go. However, lurking inside was hesitance, anger, and all-too-familiar-emotion, Fear.

She quickly recuperate herself and leaned in for the contract. Connecting her lips to the broken area of the mask, she quickly pecked it and backed away from him.

'Dusty' she thought.

NOW things were getting VERY interesting! He never would've thought a little girl, a pink one at that, would kiss him. Well, not really a kiss, but just a peck on his forehead.

He didn't realize it immediately, but he suddenly started to get warm. Too warm! Much too warm, almost worst than hell's fire!

He reeled himself up and grabbed his left arm. He saw pure light carving itself onto the back of his hand. He held onto his hand out of pain! But no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake it off. Everything hurt! It burned, slashed, and sharpened every single cell inside of his body. How can this be? He is the killer of all! The unstoppable, the abomination, the killer among killers! He took an axe to head, a knife in his neck, and even bullets to his body! So why was everything hurting?!

The pink one….That little pink one did something! He reeled himself up and went at her. Albeit, it was slow and heavy, but he forced himself. He will not hesitate to kill her and the others!

Just as he was getting closer, he suddenly felt really...tired?

"Jason... Jason, my sweet little boy...it's been far too long...very too long! You have to be ready, ready for the life ahead of you. You have to be very ready for the fights, the anger, the vengeance! You must be faster, stronger, and better than before...but for now, sleep Jason. You must rest for the time being, if you want to be ready, you must sleep."

Jason collapsed onto his back and looked at the blue sky.

"Mother knows best...so sleep Jason, sleep until you awake, my sweet, precious, little boy."

Jason obeyed...he had to. He really did feel tired, almost like when he was a kid. He closed his eyes and drifted away.

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For now, Jason Voorhees had to sleep.