Hello interwebers. A lot of you have been requesting a sequel to Past Always Repeats, but I have a lot on my plate right now. So I thought 'what if I make the sequel a One-Shot Series.'. So that way you're happy I don't have to have a dead line on my post, its magical. This will not go in a certain order, it basically going to be sporadic flashes through the Voorhees Families' life.
The last time we saw Belle or Jason was in the asylum, but many things have happened since then.
In the later months of her pregnancy Jason wouldn't allow her to do anything. She hated that he was that way, but she understund his concern. Neither of them knew how to care for a child, let alone what to do when one was growing inside of you. So many of her hours involved lazing around the house.
In this time she had written a book, but not just any book, the book of her and Jason. Starting from when her mother would tell him stories of him, to now. Being very proud of her hard work she sent it out, hoping someone would find it interesting enough to publish it.
Nearly three years had passed before she heard something other than a rejection letter. It was the third happiest day of her life, finding Jason being first and the health birth of Michael being second. This meant she wouldn't have to leave the cabin to go deal with her crazy boss, no coworkers questioning her were abouts. Just peace and quite with her little family.
Her elation caused a fourth member to enter the family, from a rather rowdy night with the husband.
The second pregnancy had made her sensitive, for whatever reason, so when she felt someone in the room in the middle of the night, she automatically knew. Prying sleepy eyes awake, she rolled to her side to see her son with teary eyes clutching a familiar teddy bear. As if on instinct she slid back into Jason and scooped Michael into the bed, cradling him against her very pregnant belly.
"What has you all teary?" She questioned softly, sliding her fingers through his soft blonde curl. That seemed to be the only thing the he had gotten from Jason, he was happy that nothing was like him, but Belle always argued that he was handsome just like his father.
"I had a nightmare." He sniffled. He whimpered and cuddle more into her. She was shocked he was acting this way, he had always been brave. Even at the tender age of three he wanted to go out and help Daddy set the traps, though he believed they were just for animals.
She frowned know this was a problem she couldn't fix, but maybe she can help. "Well, tell me what it was about, that suppose to help."
Raising his tear streaked face from her bosom he explained. "I was in a hot room, it was made of metal. This man appeared, he was burnt and had knives on his fingers. He had on a weird hat and a sweater. He said a lot of mean things about you, but mostly Daddy. I just wanted him to be quite." Tears sprung up in his eyes and he retreated back to her chest.
She just clutched him closer to his body, knowing of the man he spoke of. A month or so after the asylum incident, they figured out that if Jason wrote it down they could carryon a longer conversation. One of those conversations involved Freddy Krueger. Hearing Jason's enemy was in her sons dreams did not make her happy at all.