Okay, so I wrote a fanfic about how Graverobber came to be the character we know and love. It's set (when else?) 17 years before the movie, so he's about 16 years old. I hope you like it! Constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated! Also, throughout the story I made seven allusions to a well-known killer...snaps to anybody who finds them all.
Jason hurried down the dark alleys, completely lost. Nothing looked familiar; he had no idea how to get back. His heart began to pound heavily in his chest.
"Oh, man," he whispered to himself. "If I ever manage to get home, mom will kill me." He turned into another alley and saw a young man on the ground, dressed in dirty rags. The man started to drag himself towards Jason.
"Shadow? Is that you?" the man asked. As he got closer, Jason could make out the man's thinness, could see the tremors in his hands. "Shadow, I need a hit, bad." Jason took a nervous step backwards. He could hear his blood pounding in his ears and his chest was beginning to hurt.
Out of nowhere, a figure dropped from above, landing crouched, catlike, on the balls of its toes. The figure straightened and in the poor light Jason could see a teenage girl, dressed in black pants, shirt, and trench coat, her hair dyed black on top and silver underneath.
"Shadow," the junkie whispered. "Thank God." The girl held out her hand and the junkie put a coin in it. She pushed him to the ground and knelt next to him. Jason saw her press a glowing blue gun to his leg and the junkie went still and quiet. The girl stood and turned towards him. She had pale skin and black eyes, she looked completely colorless. When she walked towards him, she seemed to blend into the shadows, only to reappear an arm's length away.
"And how can I help you, little boy?" she asked, though she had to be about the same age he was. Jason took another step back.
"You killed him," he whispered, his eyes flashing to the junkie lying on the ground.
"No," the girl replied. "He's not dead. He's flying, far, far away from here." The girl stepped closer and placed a hand on his chest. "If you don't calm down, you'll need some, too."
"I just want to get home," he said softly, "but I don't know where I am." The girl rolled her eyes.
"Follow me," she ordered before climbing up the side of the building. Jason looked up at her, eyes wide, before taking a deep breath and following slowly. Clambering onto the top of the building, he could see the entire city. "Can you make out your house from here?" Jason scanned the horizon.
"There it is!" he exclaimed, pointing.
"Good," the girl replied. "Now go."
"But how do I get there from here?" he asked. She sighed in annoyance.
"Come on," she commanded. As she started to move across the roof, Jason realized couldn't see her in the darkness.
"Where are you?" He heard a groan and a shining blue light appeared in front of him.
"Follow the little glass vial." Silently the pair traveled over the buildings, moving from roof to roof until they were on top of Jason's apartment. "Now just climb down, and you'll be fine." The girl turned to leave.
"Wait! What's your name?"
"Who can say? Most people call me Shadow."
"I'm Jason Fell." Shadow bowed to him mockingly, then disappeared into the night.