Hello, I am Witch of the Sun (formerly known as Zombiegirl197 in an account that is now archived) so as to not create too much confusion for previous readers of this story. As you know, I am re-uploading this story from my other account will a few edits and fixes here and there. I wasn't very satisfied with this story so far because of so many mistakes and errors I kept on seeing, but hopefully I managed to improve it to a better degree than it was before. Also wanted to play around with some head cannons and ideas I had for my take on Jason Voorhees here amongst other characters as well, as you will soon see upon further reading. I only hope that you all enjoy this story as it is slowly coming along and that you please leave a review on your thoughts on this fanfic, some constructive criticism, and how you like it so far.
Also, please, do NOT tell me to "Update soon" or any of that annoying nonsense. It really aggravates me and actually makes me less inclined to speed up my writing. It's not helpful at all. Perhaps if there was an actual review left behind, I would be more forgiving but just endless "Update soon pls!" with no thoughts left behind I found irritating to no end. If you're gonna review, at least do it right.
Anyways, enough of that, time to get this story going. Enjoy!
Introduction
The noisy background noise of wildlife in the forest greeted his senses upon gaining consciousness. Blinking rapidly with a deep groan and grimaced from the dull ache from the back of the head. Slowly sitting up from the wet ground below, the young man looked around to see where he was but found no significant recognizable areas near the vicinity. Rubbing his head, the young man climbed to his feet and wondered where he was and how he got here. Reaching up to run fingers to the side of his head, he winced from a sudden stinging pain and felt a sticky liquid. He pulled away to inspect them.
Blood.
Why was there blood…?
Feeling around the side of his head, he winced again from the stinging flaring up from agitation and decided to let the wound be. Screwing his face up in wonder over how he got hurt in the first place, he searched for a rock or something that could've caused the wound to his head. There was nothing though. No rocks or solid objects near where he was lying unconscious before.
Bringing his hand down to his side, it took the young man awhile to notice the noisy buzz of the wild life had since gone silent. A sudden chill came with it as uneasiness came with the sudden silence that now surrounded him. Hanging over his head and ringing in his ears. It was unsettling. Forests weren't supposed to be this still or quiet.
Taking a few steps back, the hairs on the back of his head raised up and the creeping, uneasy feeling of being watched came then. A pair of unseen predatory eyes somewhere off in the distant fog were watching with dark intensity.
The loud crack of twigs snapping was like a bullet being shot in the deathly quiet of the forest.
It caused him to jump, spooked by the sudden sound enough to let out an audible gasp. Tensing and a shivering visibly, both from the cold and another sound that sliced through the air. Heavy footsteps from behind a tree that were slowly coming closer towards the clearing and a low, echoing whisper that reached his ears.
Chu chu chu ah ah ah
He whirled around, eyes widening at the dark shadow appearing from the fog. Alarm blaring in his mind. Somehow, the youth knew this person meant him harm and did not stick around to find out whether he was right or not.
Swallowing thickly, the teen stumbled back away from the shadow and instantly dashed off into the thick of the trees. Heart racing and fear the main driving force for the young man to move his legs. Leaping over overgrown roots, fallen logs, and evading thick bushes, he ran and ran. It did not help that the dense fog was difficult to navigate through as it hid away future obstacles and unsteady ground, often making him stumble and nearly fall as a result.
The dark presence could be felt chasing after the youth. The heavy footsteps sounding far to close for comfort, almost upon him. Dread filled the teen, making him pump his legs faster and weaved through the trees in an effort to shake off the dark shadow giving chase.
Dodging past a tree, he knew that it would not be enough. Somehow, deep in his soul, he knew there was no away to escape.
chu chu chu ah ah ah
Maybe he could go the right, make a zip zag path and then circle around.
chu chu chu ah ah ah
It doesn't have to be the end.
Jason…
He can still make it. Just find a road leading to a town or call down a passing by vehicle! Anything to get away from this dark presence.
Jason.
A startling crash from behind caused a yelp to leap out from his throat. A wild look crossed his featured as he whipped around to see, nearly colliding with the bark of the tree. He yelped again when strands of long yellow hair got caught in a low tree branch.
Jason!
Grabbing the hair, he wrenched them away from the branches with a wince and scurried off into the thickening fog. There has to be a way out of here. A town, a road, anything!
It was so close, he could feel the heavy breath against his neck.
"JASON!"
With a sudden jolt and screech, the teen stood up suddenly from the bed in cold sweat. Blood pounding in his head as his rattled mind attempted remember where he was. Blinking, the sight of a young brunette girl leaning over the side of his bed and hands on his shoulders. Concerned blue eyes searching his for something.
"Jason, you okay?" she asked, frowning. "You were having another bad dream."
Dazedly staring at her, it took his foggy, half asleep brain to register that he was back safely in his room with his little sister here. His little sister who no doubt was here to rouse him from his nightmare induced sleep.
"Ah…hey…um, uh, I'm okay." He replied, licking his lips. Heart still racing, the vivid image of the forest and dark presence following him slowly fading away in preference for the present around him. The unconvinced look on the preteen girl's face allowed him to focus and distract the teen mind from the dream he just woken up from.
"Really? Cause the way you woke up says a different story." Diana replied, arms crossed in front of her.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He says more strongly, slowly calming down. Diana still looked skeptical but then shrugged.
"Okay, if you say so. Mom's making breakfast. Come on." Jason watched his little sister walked towards the door, stopping for a moment to skeptically glance back at him one last time before disappearing through the doorway and pattering down the stairs. Leaving her brother to sigh heavily and flop back down on the bed. Throwing an arm over his eyes and lied there for several minutes.
Then, peeking over the elbow, the youth's gaze roamed around the four blue walls decorated with posters and picture frames of familiar people and movies. Music sheets and folders were strewn across the room with open drawers. A computer table with sound stereo and a guitar case leaning against the rolling chair situated underneath a window with early morning light streaming in. Head tilting back, the teen looked up at the black and red poster of a familiar black dressed imposing figure with his arms crossed and masked helmet tilted downwards in a stern fashion looking over the bed. The sight of the figure caused a small smile to curl up on his face, thinking of how Darth Vader would've sent that dark presence running for the hills if they ever met. It was somewhat reassuring imaging the Dark Lord of the Sith holding up his red lightsaber, coming to his defense. Settling back down and lying there, the youth slowly began to calm after that entertaining thought and slowly came a more relaxed state.
This was his room.
He was home.
He was safe.
Jason sighed once again, bringing his arm down.
It was another nightmare.
The same nightmare he's been having for years.
For as long as he can remember, Jason has been plagued by nightmares all his life. Therapy didn't seem to do much except diagnose him as some kid with a bad case of night terrors and shove pills down his throat. The nightmares still come but are less frequent now and only become problematic if he is off his medication for too long. Having dealt with these nightmares for so long, Jason has since stopped questioning the whys or whats to this problem and instead just shrugged and accepted they were a daily part of his life, albeit, an annoying one.
Taking a breath and quickly sitting up, the blonde boy shuffled across the floor to the door, intent on taking a shower to help wake himself up more. Scowling deeply when catching sight of his haggard appearance in the bathroom mirror and sighed once again.
"Ugh…damn. I look like crap." He muttered, studying his face. Dark bags were visible underneath tired green eyes. His face was pale, making the scar running horizontal across his right eyes more prominent. Dry lips curved downwards in disapproval of the image, stretching the three smaller scars on the left side of his mouth. Shaking his head and stepping towards the shower, he yawned loudly and turned it on. Loudly humming the Imperial March in a rich, baritone singing voice.
He never noticed that glimpse of a shadow moving across the reflective surface of the mirror briefly before disappearing.