Hey, what's up everyone? This is my second Friday the 13th fic, and it's going to be between movies…I guess Jason takes Manhattan, not really sure. But yeah, this is an AU fic, it isn't exactly going to into the actual true movie plot, so if you don't like that, no flaming me please okay? Also, the story is pretty much a flashback on what had happened to my character, Grace, and the words in italics are her afterthoughts in the aftermath of the fic. Also, you might find some ideas to be part of different movies or games, so keep in mind of that please
Alright, just a few more explanations and we can get down to it!
There MIGHT be a few OOC parts on Jason, as well as his physical appearance at times…and the fact he will talk once or twice….yeah…. Please don't kill me…Also, my character might be a little Mary-Sueish, but I am working on her!
Disclaimer: I do not own Friday the 13th, Jason Voorhees, or some ideas. What I do own is most of the ideas and Grace Michaels, Melinda, Paul and the other characters.
Warnings: LIMES, so many limes, violence, some language and OOCness. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
Story: Friday the 13th: The Calling
By: TheOneThatLivesInYourCloset
Summary: She felt this wasn't right, she felt they shouldn't be here, then he came and got them…but then…why didn't he kill her…? (Jason x OC Grace)
Chapter One: Memories; Paranoia and Curiosity
"Blah Blah Blah" Grace's thoughts and feelings (Which are taking place after the fic. As I said before.)
I guess I never did understand……
What happened that one day……
They didn't tell me anything…even after they found me…All they said was my friends were dead…but…I was alive…
But…why….?
Something…important happened…something……
::Flashback, 9 days ago::
'This place….shouldn't be here…trespassing…'
"Hey...HEY. Grace!"
The girl, Grace Michaels, shook her blonde head out of a daydream as her friends and their boyfriends were walking down a path towards Crystal Lake, or Camp Blood as it was called. Grace had a pale complexion, especially since she wore no make-up, with light blonde hair was slightly held back into a barrette her mother gave her for her 17th birthday. She wore a black wool somewhat itchy sweater and a kneelength gray skirt, as well as pant-like stockings and black slip-on shoes.
"You alright?" her friend asked with a slight grin as she supported Grace lightly as the girl walked with a slight limp from her left leg, which was caused by an accident, shattering her kneecap.
"...Yeah..." her voice was monotone slightly, with a hint of shyness. Her friend, Melinda Hong, grinned slightly and nodded. She wore completely the opposite of Grace; a short light pink tang top with sparkles on it, baggy black pants and high heeled shoes. She held her hair up in a ponytail and was wearing tons of make up.
"Good! Wouldn't want you to fall or anything!" she smiled happily, and Grace lightly smiled back.
"So, who wants a drink when we set up camp?" Paul, Melinda's jock boyfriend and captain of the football team, asked with a large grin, shaking his dirty blond hair from his face.
"I would! What about you Grace-san??" Melinda squealed, and Grace eeped. She, being a good girl who never disobeyed her parents, knew that the drinking age was at least 20, and they were seniors in high school. Plus, she hated the taste of alcohol ever since her mother allowed her to take a sip of wine during dinner and she literally had spat it out. No alcohol for her.
"...I...I'm okay..." Grace managed to whisper.
"Awww come on!!!" the friend whined in one of those annoying ways.
Exadurating a pout, the young man wrapped an arm around her and chuckled. "We're going to get you smashed tonight, Gracie!"
"..." Grace whimpered, looking down and Melinda giggled. "Come on Grace! Just once! It'll be fun!!!"
"...I-I don't know...I-I'm underaged..." she muttered softly, not telling them she hated the taste of it, since she didn't want to be embarrassed.
"So what!? Come on pleeease!?"
"...N-No….W-We shouldn't even be here...the...the deaths here...and that…killer…." Grace whispered, looking down. Paul rolled his eyes and patted Grace's shoulder, causing her to eep out.
. "Listen. Nobody is out here. With all the bodies around, the place is properly controlled. And I'm sure the police have plenty more on their minds than a few drinking teenagers. Don't be a kill joy." He said, making the younger girl look down.
"B-But..."
"Come on now Gracie relax! Lose the good girl attitude, at least for tonight." Melinda grinned, shaking her a little.
Paul nodded." Yeah... Have some fun. Don't be so prude. You'll feel good." he grinned, holding up a six pack by the plastic netting, looking ahead. "Here, we'll even set up on the peak over there, so you can see everyone and everything that goes up the pathway and hills, alright?"
"U-Um...alright." Grace nodded and Melinda grinned.
"That way you'll see everyone and everything, so you're safe! I promise, we see anything suspicious and we're outta here!" she laughed, and Grace looked down, that funny sinking feeling in her stomach not going away.
Paul nodded and helped Gracie up the long hike of the peak, occasionally being pricked in the arm by a thorn or a shrub... or a tree- or a knife- which he didn't seem to notice and continued onwards. "How's this?" He asked stomping along a clearing where he could see out for miles or so. "See! You can even see the city from afar!" he said loudly, sitting down after a while.
"Y-Yeah..." Grace muttered softly as Melinda helped her sit down.
"Damn Paul, watch out for those prickers! You're literally bleeding!" she laughed and Grace looked down.
Paul blinked and brushed his fingers over his arm and wiped the orange-red fluid on his worn jeans. "Che. It's fine. Nothing a few cans can't do." He said, placing his beer down, as well as the pack, preparing to unpack the tent.
"...This place...does not feel right..." Grace whispered again, stray blonde hair going into her face.
"Nothing feels right to you! Just relax!" Melinda laughed as she watched Paul unpack the tent.
Paul nodded and slowly set up the tent over a span of an hour, figuring that the instructions were useless. He had about four cave ins, but once he actually bothered to look over and figure which pole and pipe belonged where, his efforts fell together.. properly. he smiled and nodded, now looking around.
"Melinda, how about a fire?" he was a bit tired now after that ...exhausting battle. So, he popped open a can and took a long sip, pouring a little over a bit of wood. There, now it was flammable.
"Haha, awesome babe! My hero!" Melinda giggled, and Grace quietly watched as Melinda lit a match and lit the fire, watching the dancing flames be born. Paul smirked and went over to Melinda, pulled her close and began kissing her, Grace eeping and immediately looking away with red cheeks as the kissing began to get a bit more…intimate. After a few more minutes, Paul got up, Melinda giggling a bit and blushing as she pulled her shirt back down.
Paul nodded contently and waved over to some of the other, quieter, parts of their friend group. The group, who were each doing some dirty things with their lovers while Paul battled with the tent, gathered around the fire, each of them looking disheveled. "Alright! Lets get it on." Paul said, handing Grace a can, popping the top. "Now chug."
"...I...I don't want to…" she looked down.
"Come on now Gracie, it's okay! Nothing bad is going to happen!" Malinda reassured, like every heroine's best friend says in a scary movie.
Paul nodded and grinned at her, urging her to drink the temptation, sucking back his own cool-juice.
"I-I..." Grace shook a little, holding the can. A cry from the woods then startled part of the group as a red haired girl ran into the arms of her boyfriend, who blinked. " I-I went back to the car to get my jacket, a-and in the woods I-I saw someone here!"
"Huh?...Baby come on, you probably just saw the trees, or maybe an animal. It's dark out." The boyfriend chuckled, kissing his girlfriend's temple.
"...S-Someone is here..." Grace whispered, her hazel eyes widening. "Someone is going to get us…in trouble…"
"Gracie stop it! Nobody is here but us!" Melinda said, annoyed at her friend's constant paranoia about this place.
Paul frowned and stood up, making his way over. " You guys are all paranoid! Here, Ill even go check it out." He said tossing his almost empty can aside, smirking contently." There is NOBODY here." He said, walking into the brush, where everyone was hiding from. Just in case.
But then, if there was theme music, it would be blasting in g minor- as a sinister man was looming against the tree trunks, breathing heavily while wielding a machete on his person, face covered by a worn and sunned out hockey mask. He had been watching them for a while, looking at these 'bad teenagers'. They needed to be punished…they all deserved to die.
From in the shadow's Jason watched the flamboyant teen without emotion in his eyes, but he slowly made his way towards him. Paul smiled and made loud sounds, playing around. "Ohh... Im SO scared!" He called out, freezing at the touch of metal to the bare of his back. "What…what the…"
Maelinda laughed, then blinked when her boyfriend seemed to freeze up. "Paul, you okay???" she asked, standing up. Grace tensed and her pupils went wide in fright, as in the darkness…she saw the figure in the mask behind Paul. "...No..." she whispered out. "…NO!!" she cried out.
Paul shuddered and backed up slightly, fingers sliding back over the blade of the machete, where he cried out in excruciating pain where the tendons and ligaments were sliced, one hand rendered useless.
Jason, wielder of the blade, stared without emotion while the blood splashed over his face and lifted the machete, driving it down into Paul's jugular where more blood sloshed about; a cracking sound heard when Paul's vertebrae cracked to one side- the structure of his trapeziums already broken…
Melinda screamed and everyone began getting up and running back to their cars. Melinda ran to get Paul, but Grace pulled on her. "N-No...w-we have to go..." she cried out in fright and with her bad leg pulled Malinda down the hill.
"NO PAULL!!!!" Malinda screamed, reaching for her boyfriend. Jason pushed out of the brush and looked over at his next set of prey. Of course, for dramatic purposes, all the cars were locked with the keys inside...
"No, dammit!!!" one friend banged on his car door, his girlfriend tugging on his arm in fright. Grace was running as best and fast she could into the woods. Malinda had split up with her...
"I-I won't leave him...!!" she ran to his dead body. Jason meanwhile, was moving towards Melinda and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her into a position he could move, having trailed them. His sweep was in one direct path, Everyone by the cars, then back towards the forest.
Malinda screamed and she took one last look at Grace, who was staring with wide eyes.
"G-Gracie...I-I'm so she cried out. Grace shook and reached out to her friend. "M-Melinda…"
In seconds, Jason killed Melinda by breaking her neck, Grace's eyes wide and tears stinging down her cheeks. The blood was dripping down the small holes between the mask, yet the eyes remained unmoving, while Jason's body shuddered for breath, soon turning towards Grace.
Grace shook and tears slipped down her face, and she started running, her leg shaking in pain.
'Got to get help...Got to help...' she thought as she ran through shrubs and trees. Her injured leg then got trapped on something and with a cry; the girl fell down on her face.
Jason continued and followed her, looking at the shuddering body. He could kill the frail little creature in a second, but…for some reason…he didn't. "..." there was nothing to say, so he didn't speak and instead lowered the machete, going back. Grace shakily looked up at his retreating form, eyes wide that she was not killed like her two friends…Maybe…he was finished…
Grace, thinking he was starting to leave, made a desperate act, made a beeline for the road to wave down a car for help. A whimpering girl was hiding behind a truck, cradling her dead boyfriend's body, killed recently by being hit in the back of the head by Jason before he went after Grace. Her eyes widened when she saw Grace start running from the woods to the road...and she jumped into plain view. "Grace no! Come back!!!" she cried out.
Jason listened to the sound and walked toward it, grabbing the girl roughly, watching her intense fear before plunging the machete into her shoulder, ripping it out with a small form of satisfaction. The girl cried out in pain, tears going down her face.
Grace gasped, and ran back down to the camp. "N-No...NO STOP IT!!" she cried out and ran and began punching him in the back. "L-Leave her alone!!!"
Jason made no move to acknowledge her and instead, pulling the machete out, using his free hand to knock her to the ground, then proceed to finish her friend off, watching her body fall to the ground.
"N-No!!" Grace screamed, she fell to the ground screaming and crying. They were gone….all gone….
She was Next…
She shook in fright with her eyes wide, tears spilling down her cheeks and whimpers coming from her throat. Her one hand was holding onto her injured leg, which was throbbing with very intense pain from running and tripping on the ground.
Jason watched her again, even crouched down to stare at her plainly. "..." he tilted his head slowly, curiously looking at this pathetic girl…she was not like the others…she was different.
Plain…
Good….
Familiar…
"...G-Go ahead...kill me..." her voice was a pathetic whimper, looking up into his eyes that she saw in the mask eye holes, grasping her throbbing leg, rubbing it lightly.
Jason watched her firmly again and then got up, walking away. No. He wouldn't kill her. It was too easy for one thing, and the other…
Grace shakes, and looks up at him. '...W-why...won't he kill me...?' she thought, standing up, only to cry out when her leg forced her back down. Jason looked back without expression. She should leave- run very fast.
He turned back around and began walking off in the opposite direction of Grace, going off to get his machete back from his last victim.
Grace shook in fright and got up, and with her throbbing and pain filled leg ran as fast as she could away from him. She didn't know where to go; everything was so dark...
Jason pulled his weapon out and then, after seeming to decide something followed after her quickly…
She kept running faster, hearing his footsteps. Then...she couldn't move, her leg freezing up in pain and she screamed and cried out from the pain, her leg now beginning to slide down a hill. Her eyes widened as flashes in her memory of the 'event' began to blind her as she screamed. She then heard a crunch of the autumn leaves and something grabbing her arm, a branch probably, roughly. Her eyes moved around as her head rested on the ground and her vision got blurrier...
Without doing much else than patrolling along the small dirt road, which eventually connected into the highway- after a kilometer or so. Jason looked down at the shuddering body that collapsed small flecks of blood and tendon fluid dripping out of open wounds. They were just scrapes and nothing lethal, but enough to interest him. It was the berserker's gene inside of him which had him enjoy everything that was sharing a bloody smell or taste or touch or look. It was also how this girl seemed to keep him from killing her…keeping him, if only a little, calm. He crouched in front of her again. "..."
Jason looked at her, breathing was still amuck and it intrigued him enough to grab her……
: ) Chapter One is finished! What is going to happen to Grace? Why didn't Jason kill her and instead seems to study her? Review please!! Suggestions and criticism would be nice, just no flames!