Jason peered into the window of the log cabin, to see the teenage girl-his next victim. He could make out the faint black shape of her in the gloom of the room. The girl was staying at her uncle and auntie's cabin with them for the summer, Jason could feel the anger swell up inside him, he had been watching her for days she looked just like her-the girl who let him drown. He could remember the day they all pushed him in the lake, he could hear his moms frantic screams, the girl and the boys moans as they made love. Jason could feel some tears well up in his eyes, his beautiful mother his only friend and person he cared for, he never got to say goodbye. His reflection in the window showed his mask to be scratched and chipped, his little strands of hair seemed to be growing longer and his eyes full of rage and sadness. He silently walked round to the side of the house were the porch door was, he knew were they kept the spare key. But he was Jason and didn't need a key, he walked to the porch door and tried the handle, to his surprise it was open. He gently slid it open not wanting to disturb anyone, He walked in as a warm summer breeze blew through and blew the curtains. Jason didn't shiver or quiver at the brittle cold instead just stood there lifeless, his sense of feeling had gone and all human qualities had decayed as his body had. He strode as silent as a grave through the living room, he passed the kitchen and her Aunt and Uncles room. He paused for a minute his ears picking up on that sound he had so often heard, he paced backwards a couple of steps and peered through the crack in the door. He could hear a woman groaning and a mans hyperventilating breath, he saw the girls uncle on top of her aunt gently ploughing away at her, each stride he took in sent a new warp of pleasure over the both of them. Jason felt the feeling he always had when he saw this, he had never had the chance to experience the delights and wonders of sex. His mom never got to scold him about being careful and playing it safe. He never got to see her face and hear her voice as she reached higher for her climax eventually peaking. Jason under his mask frowned a little, before carrying on down the corridor, he stared at the panelled walls to see pictures of family and pets all neatly framed and placed perfectly. He came to the end of the dark corridor lit only by a window at the end, he turned and pushed open the pale oak door into her room, it opened silently and he stepped in. The room was very dark-darker than usual. He could barely see into it, but again he made out some shapes, he could hear a very faint sound, he shrugged it off as been an animal or insect. The area was full of bugs and insects each with there own annoying sounds, but Jason was never bugged by them. He walked slowly towards her drawing his machete, his feet ruffled against the carpet. Of course he didn't make a sound he never did. That was the glory of him, people talked about the silent masked killer of crystal lake. You would never hear or see him, when you did see him it would be too late. Jason smiled for a moment, a small faint smile which he dropped after a while as it hurt his face. As he got closer to the body asleep in the bed he noticed three things. The first was he couldn't hear the body breathing as he normally did. The second was the sound had become louder and he made it out as a eating sound. The third and final thing was that instead of one shape he made out two. Jason squinted more but no luck the second figure crouching over the body was still blurry. Jason made his way closer, been cautious and clutching his machete closer. He suddenly heard the sound stop, the room was silent and the figure vanished. Jason stared in disbelief at what he had seen, out of all the things he had seen this was a first. Must be my imagination in hoping there was someone else here he thought to himself again. He immediately snapped back into focus on the task ahead. He final arrived at the foot of her bed, everything seemed normal, he moved forward but as he put his boot on the floor a squelch was let out. He looked down but he couldn't see what he stood in, his heart started to thump with not fear but excitement of what was happening. He suddenly plunged his machete into her, to find it went through easily, he snapped his neck to the body he barely and faintly made out a wide open cavity with entrails spilling out of it. Jason peered up her bloodied night dress, to her face in which her mouth corners were cut into a smile. He looked her body down again trying to find the culprit of who could pull of something with this much perfection, he noticed that every single incision made was a perfect cut. Much better than any of his handy work. He noticed something glint on the bed, he peered over to wear the moonlight was shining down on it, it was a medium sized dagger. He leaned over and picked it up, the blade had ridges in it, it was light and had a red ribbon tied to the end of the handle. He could feel symbols had been carved into the handle and the blade was covered in crimson blood. Whoever's blade it was certainly was a professional, but it explained the unlocked porch door. Jason turned to leave with the girl dead there was no point in staying, as soon as he turned around he saw a pair of green glowing eyes. He squinted to try and make out the figure but it was useless, all he could make out was the person was smaller than him. He pulled his machete out of the beds mattress but before he could manage to pull it out fully, a sharp pain hit his hand and he felt something ooze out, he looked down slowly to see another dagger in his hand. So you're the one who did this, he thought with excitement. He pulled out the knife from his hand, which made more blood squirt out, he held the dagger out by the handle for the person to grab. He peered back to the eyes, which blinked and took the knife. There was a sound of a fire starting and the room was filled with a dim light which encircled the two of them. He looked down to the person to see a woman, she was smaller than him, with black long hair down to her waist. She was dressed in a full body black suit which blended in easily to the gloom, the source of light was coming from the palm of her hands. She looked up at him and the corners of her mouth raised into a smile.
" Well if it isn't the Infamous Jason Voorhees, I've heard so much about you" She silkily said, Jason was confused on what she was and exactly why she was here. He tried to speak but words once again failed to come out of his mouth. It was so frustrating he felt like screaming, but that even wouldn't escape his destroyed vocal chords. He looked at the weird yet somewhat intriguing woman, he saw her put the dagger into a belt around her waist, raise an arm to his neck, she stroked it gently. Her skin was soft to touch on his rough, she shuddered slightly at the thought of meeting him at last. She closed her eyes for a second before removing her hand from his neck, she smiled at him before moving her hand right. Her other dagger flew to her now open hand, she popped it with the other and smiled to Jason again. He is so tall she thought to herself in awe, she had always been interested in meeting Jason they had so much in common and now they had met at last, she didn't know what to say. Her throat was dry and when she tried to say something she was interrupted by the sound of a shrill voice.
" KIM TURN THAT BLOODY LIGHT OFF!" It screeched from down the hall, footsteps were coming closer to the room, Jason's eyes flooded with panic he was always in and out very quickly but now, now he was going to be caught. He looked over to see the girl who was calm and relaxed, then he remembered that she could disappear and reappear as she wanted. She put her hands on his shoulders and the room span around and dissolved. When the room came back into focus they were out deep in the woods, Jason looked for his machete but he couldn't find it, he must have left it in the room. Dam that's another one lost. He thought annoyed to himself. He looked to the woman who was smiling at him, he stared at her confused but it didn't matter as she couldn't see his face. She opened her mouth and stuck her left hand in it, she pulled out his machete slowly and handed it to him. Jason just blinked at her the moonlight shone down on her reviling pale skin with some scars on.
" So Jason I think its best we part ways now" She softly said, she didn't want to leave him but she had to, she bowed to him and Jason waved one hand to her, as she turned to walk away she collapsed. She was weak. Her powers had drained and she was now vulnerable, Jason looked down to were she had fallen he was calm and knew exactly what to do. He walked over and scooped her up in his arms, she was light as a feather to him. He walked off deeper into the woods to where his shack was, he'd look after her until she had recovered. Jason felt that she was somewhat special different to everyone else, like she could understand his thoughts, feelings and desires. His mom always told him if you ever find a girl like that look after her and treasure her, that was exactly what he was going to do. Silently Jason with the unknown woman in his arms walked away from sight and sound back to safety..