Hydrophobia

Summary: In the 18th century, Jason Voorhees was known to be the most dangerous man alive. He killed and killed, until he finally was caught and was drown to death by the British government. But something saved him, but he was never alive.

The young lady was in the lake, as the sea was not the place that she had not been to. In was a happy place where she could be left alone, doing her hair and cleaning her tail in peace. Then she chanted the song and the only song that they learn of. It was a perfect lake as the sun was setting, she wonder why humans are not here.

It was a very short period of time though… the opposite sensation was approaching.

The young lady was running fast, lifted her skirt up a little to run faster. She was a prostitute, serving the man's need nearby. It was pleasurable, until he came. The machete that he holds was bloodied as he walked calmly towards the young woman. Soon they arrived at the sun setting dock, the young merfolk hid herself quickly, as she observed everything from under.

The lady tried to talk to him, walking backward and waving her hand, begging for her life. It won't work, the mermaid thought, he won't listen. And guess what, she was right.

The young prostitute choose her death as drowning, the young merfolk smiled. Slowly but elegantly she swam to her, smiling at her gently. The human looked at her in shock but the mermaid was sure that she wasn't afraid of her. Perhaps the young lady thought that she was going to be saved.

Jason didn't know what to do; he stared at the still water for a while to make sure that she didn't escape. Then he turned away, holding his machete tightly as he did. Soon, he felt a soft touched on the wooden dock. It must be her, he thought and turned around immediately and swung his weapon up, only to stop and watched the lifeless body of the young prostitute. Jason was confused.

It wasn't enough for her, that soul was not enough. There's one more, she thought, the murderer. The young merfolk slowly rose up from the water, her long dark hair covering her breasts; she was looking at the huge man with machete. Slowly she swam to him, pretend to be using her arms to help her swim. Jason did the same, walking towards her but is still confused to what she had done to the young victim of his.

The young lady in front of him was beautiful, with her pale moonlight skin and dark long hair. But his instinct told him to kill, he wasn't really sure of it now. She looked innocent, naïve, and pure… virgin.

He stopped at the last three wooden stick of the dock; the young lady smiled at him innocently and rested her arms on the dock. Jason rose his machete up, which made the young lady quickly moved away from the dock and sink down into the water, left her eyes to look at him innocently. The hard type, she thought, how annoying… he wouldn't speak.

Jason stared at her for a while before turning back again. She would be coming out soon, he thought, soon it'll be dark and it will be easier for me. Suddenly a soft sound of music is heard. The little mermaid was singing, "My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold."

The man stopped once again, the merfolk smiled. "A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold, true love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold," sang the mermaid. He slowly turned to look at her, and then fully turned to her. Slowly again he walked over to her and kneel down, dropping the weapon in his hand. The young mer-lady smiled and swam slower to him. The only thing that she could see was his eyes, it was over lifeless but she could read through them; he was hypnotized.

"My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold," she sang again, leaning slower to his masked face. She slowly touched his mask, moving him lower toward the water. "My jolly sailor bold…" she said softly, before her face sank into the water. Soon, Jason's face sank, the water was clear enough to see her beautiful face. Wait, Jason thought, water?

His eyes went wide and his head began shaking against her will. The mermaid hissed, her fang extended angrily, "Oh my dear sailor!" her voice was ugly like an old woman. What is she? Jason thought as he was trying to find his machete. Then he saw something waving under her; a tail. The young merfolk moved closer to his face, or mask, and closed her eyes but soon she opened them. He was confused by her reaction, what did she do? Then he got hold of something; his machete.

The young merfolk couldn't suck his soul; he has none. What does this mean, she thought, maybe I'll just have to drown him then. But then something stabbed her shoulder, a machete. She screamed in pain, letting go of him and she swam away. Jason quickly stood up, gapping for air then quickly throw his weapon into the water, trying to stabbed her once again.

Silent

Good, he thought. He watched the lake at its beautiful sight while the sun was getting lower. Mother, he thought, no wonder you never let me face them, woman. He sighed, what a dangerous charm they are. Slowly he sat down, trying not to let water touch him again. But then something sting his chest and he looked down; his machete. Slowly again, he pulled them out. No rush, he thought, no pain.

The young lady rose from the water and point to him, "I curse you, stranger! A murderer demon you are, for your result you will be send to hell! I curse you, for hurting and causing a mermaid's tear!" Then she flipped back, splashing water to him with her tail. Jason sat still, confused again. We will see, he thought, who will go to hell first…

AN: I wish this story would entertain you. Please ignore my incorrect grammar, English is not my first language.