Niki's POV:
I remember Jason Voorhees well. A shave headed boy with clear eyes that were very sweet. However, he didn't speak much. He was more for actions than words. He was very open hearted and gentle. That is why when he drowned I was beside myself with grief. I liked him. Maybe even loved him. I will never know. My parents house in the woods has been rebuilt and I am to move into it. They will not need it seeing they are living in Florida. It's been years since I saw Jason. He was 8 and I was 4 when we first met. Years later, he drowned and I was alone. I lived with his mother in her cabin. I soon left to be an artist. Now that my mother and father retired to Florida I have ownership of our house. I heard of the supposed rumors of a murderer and all I can do is wonder if that's my Jason.
Jason had finished killing another pair of bad teenagers. As he wiped his machete clean he thought of his mother. He loved her and missed her terribly. However, there was one woman Jason missed most of all besides his mom. Nitika was his childhood friend. She spoke fluently in the Appache and Cherokee language and He loved it when her parents would come to camp to lecture the kids about their and Nitika's Native American heritage. her brown eyes and straight black hair was all Jason thought of when he was younger. He let his mind wander to the day they first met
Flashback: Jason was 8 years old and was playing in his mothers yard, when he heard a young girl singing. He wandered away from his house to track the girl by her sining. Jason was a very good tracker. As he followed the noise a small girl came into view. She sat on the ground. Her long black hair tied in pigtails and her brown eyes and face bent in concentration. She sang as she drew in the dirt with a stick. hand made braclets and beads hung from her neck and wrists and multicolored string was wrapped aroun her little ankle. Jason couldn't breathe. She was so pretty, and very cute. The little girl stood up. Her tiny sundress unfolded to its full length. She continued her singing until she hit her last note. Jason clapped and said, "I loved your song." The little girl blushed and said, "I wasn't singing I was chanting." Jason quirked an eyebrow. "Chanting?", he asked. She nodded. Jason then said, "You from around here?" The girl nodded and replied, "Yes. I live up the path from Frog Creek." Jason smiled, "I live down the path. We're almost like nieghbors!" The girl then said, "I'm Nitika." Jason held out his hand and said, "I'm Jason, Jason Voorhees." Nitika replied, "Pleased to meet you." She shook his hand. Jason said, "Likewise Nitika." End of flashback:
Jason was soon called back to earth when he noticed he cut himself. He cleaned and wrapped his cut while silently cursing his stupidity. He then heard the sound of a car passing by. Jason was estatic. More people ment more killing. He went into the direction of the noises coming from the car.
Nitika Had exited her car. She was home after 4 lonely years in a college for art in upstate Vermont. She could now relive her life in the woods she knew so well as a child. Her thoughts were soon clouded with memories of Jason Voorhees. He and her were best friends. True he was deformed, but they were so minor she barely noticed. Until one day, Pamela pointed it out to her,and he did have hair he just shaved it off. His clear eyes were like glass and he was very cute. Now he was a murderer, but she wasn't afraid. Nitika knew that somewhere inside the hockey mask killer was the Jason Voorhees she loved.
Jason watched the woman pull up into the paved driveway of the renevaded but familar cabin of his Niki. He loved calling her that as a kid. She liked the nickname too. Then, he heard his mother say, "Jason, you don't recognize that woman?" Jason shook his head. Mother replied, "She's Nitika." Jason gasped. She had grown and was very beautiful. Jason then wondered if mother wanted him to kill her. Mother said, "She's your good girl and your best friend." That was all Jason needed to hear to know this was one visitor he wouldn't be bothered by.