Disclaimer- I in no way own Friday the 13th, and no one can own Jason, except maybe Pamela. All rights to whoever made the franchise. (I do claim Maggie of course, she's all mine)


Lost and Found

Maggie Clancy was quite possibly the most lost she had ever been, and considering her track record with directions, that was actually saying something. She was at the very least an hour late meeting her aunt at the little town that had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth. She didn't think her Aunt Chris would mind, but night was falling quickly and she wasn't getting any closer to finding her way.

She growled in frustration and embarrassment at her own stupidity as she pulled off to the side of the road. The needle on the dashboard was half a centimeter from empty and there wasn't any signs of a gas station popping up anywhere. Maggie rubbed her temples, smacking her head on the steering wheel. "God, of all the days to get lost…" She pulled her cell phone out her jean pocket and squinted at the phone's screen in the dark. "Awh crap, no signal?" She sighed, "Really, you'd think I'd learn" she mumbled, thinking off all the other times she'd gotten quite lost and had to call for directions. After grabbing her state map out from under the seat and kicking her little car's door open, she stalked to the back of her car and pulled out her backpack, preparing to walk however far it was to the next town. She and her Aunt were planning a three day hike into the woods for some exercise and time together, so she was quite well prepared for a night in the woods, should it come to that. After storing her cell phone away, she zipped up the pack after checking her supplies were all accounted for.

Opening the little map and reading by the wavering light of the full moon, she once again tried to figure out her current location. After a few minutes of searching the map she had figured it out. "Right smack dab in the middle of freaking no where" she said to herself. Or least 10 miles from the nearest rural town. Tightening the straps of her pack, she set out on the dusty road, leaving her car on the side of the road underneath the looming branches of the trees without a backwards glance. Of course had she turned around, she may have seem the hulking shape of what appeared to be a man watching her set off down the road. Or perhaps she would have seen nothing at all but the shapes and shadows of the trees gently swaying in the chilly wind.


Maggie plopped herself down on the side of the road, groaning "God! Three days a week at the gym and I still can't handle this, Aunt Chris is going to be so disappointed…" Pulling off the lightweight tennis shoes and rubbing her sore feet, she looked around her. The scenery was virtually the same as it had been when she left her car on the side of the road at least 3 hours and 9 miles ago. With a sigh, she pulled her self back up and prepared to continue her trek towards what she could only hope was the closest town. She gazed down the dark road flanked on either side by tall trees covered in climbing ivy and shivered against the chill. She glanced behind her, looking in vain for car headlights to come flashing out of the darkness.


Almost a half hour later, she was stuck. Pivoting her head between the two paths the road split into, she couldn't decide which way to go. Craning her head to see around the curve of the road on left she gasped as she caught sight of a sign. Already pulling her map from her back pocket, she jogged happily to the sign, a smile flashing brightly against her pale skin. It quickly faded. The old wooden sign nailed to a small pole was almost rotted away with only a few letters left. She kicked the wooden pole in frustration and watched as some wood flaked off and fell to ground. Squinting and brushing off what must have been years worth of dirt and dust, she tried to read to peeling letters. "Ca…p… stal… ke.." she read, trying to interpret the message. "Ca..Camp? Camp!" she exclaimed excitedly, looking down at her map for any camping areas listed. She nearly jumped in happiness and relief at finally finding where she was. "Yes! A HA!" she cried, smacking her place on the map. She set off down the road with a renewed vigor in her step, heading towards what she now knew was Camp Crystal Lake, the name ringing a small bell, where she would hopefully find someone, anyone really, to give her a place to stay for the night and a ride in the morning.


Breathing heavily behind his mask and trying to reign in his anger, he watched as the dark haired girl trotted happily towards his land. He had tolerated her presence at first, watching with something close to amusement as she struggled down the road, but now she was too close and bound to defile his property like all the other drunken, disgusting teenagers had. He ground his teeth in anger, pushing off from where kneeled behind a large tree to follow the retreating back of his new prey. Melting into the darkness, she didn't turn around to see him stalk her quietly from the trees, gripping his weapon firmly, the dried blood of his last victim dulling the shine of the blade.


Maggie knocked nervously on the door of the what looked like what must have been the main office building of the camp. It was clearly not very well taken care off and she was starting to get the feeling that the camp was abandoned, though the sign had been the first indication. She blew her bangs out of her eyes, running her hands through her curly hair and glaring at the old office's door accusingly. She tried the handle of the door, and to her surprise and relief, it creaked open at her touch. Fumbling in her bag, she retrieved her mini flash light and aimed it inside. The small light illuminated what could only be described as an absolute mess. The floor groaned as Maggie stepped inside, papers shifting as the night air blew in. Looking down, she saw what looked like old newspaper clippings, almost unreadable they were so yellowed and crumbling. Snatching one off the wooden floor she saw it was an article about the camp's opening, some 60 years ago. Snatching another, she saw another article boasting the camp's reopening a few years later. "What happened to make it close the first time?" she wondered idly, letting the paper float back to its place on the floor. She turned around with a sigh, heading back to the door. She shrieked and nearly fell backwards, dropping her flashlight and backpedaling away. Heart pounding, she laughed at herself, having only seen her reflection in the dusty window. Hands shaking, she picked up her light and left the building, making her way towards the cabins, feet padding softly on the dirt path stretching out to the dark, still lake.

Jiggling the handle to the cabin in dismay, Maggie threw her weight into the door, trying to force it open. She moved onto the next cabin, and peering into the dusty windows, she saw two twin bunk beds, one with shredded sheets strewn about the floor. She went to the door, not really expecting it to open, and tried the handle. She found it to be locked and she sat down on the covered porch in exasperation. Looking off towards the lake, she decided if she was going to be stuck in an abandoned camp site she might as well do it in style and sleep under the stars. She meandered her way towards the lake, watching the mist curl around the edges, her feet hitting the deck with a hollow thump. Pulling her cell phone out once again to check for a signal, she was greeted with zero bars. Putting it away again she looked over the water cautiously, making sure not to go too far over the deep water or too close to the edge. Pulling her small travel blanket out to ward of the chill, she decided to try to get some sleep and make her way back to the road tomorrow and hopefully hitch hike her way there.


He watched her settle down on the boardwalk over the water and glared at her form in irritation. She just had to pick the one place to sleep he didn't want to go. Shivering, he looked at the water, trying not think of the way it had held him in its cold, suffocating embrace. He settled down on the leaf covered dirt and prepared to watch her from afar, waiting for her to move. The girl was small, it wouldn't be hard to catch her, almost too easy in fact. It had been a while since anyone had dared venture into Camp Crystal Lake, let alone used the road leading to it, and Jason was getting bored. Maybe he would play with her first, just to alleviate the boredom. He smiled beneath his mask, anticipating the ways her would terrorize her before sinking his machete in her skin. He jumped a little when the girl sat up suddenly, looking around her cautiously before staring in his direction. He shrunk back into the shadows, not wanting to begin his hunt just yet.


Maggie, after only drifting off a few moments before, bolted up from her relaxed position, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. Her brown eyes scanned the lake and she turned to look into the dark trees. A flash of white caught her attention and she leaned forward, trying to see what it was. She could have sworn she felt something, or someone watching her. She gasped as a bird flew out of the trees to her right and she clutched her blanket to her chest. Deciding her mind was playing tricks on her and she was just making herself more paranoid, she lay back down on the hard wood of the deck, swaying slightly over the water. Her eyes closed and she fell into a surprisingly deep, comfortable sleep


A/N- Okay! So this is my first story ever, I most certainly do not have a beta or anything so try to ignore my weird grammar and sentence structure. Please Review and let me know if this has any promise. Thanks for reading!

oh yeah! I don't know if this will turn out to be romance or not, it's still up in the air. So the genre may change as well as the rating depending on how bad the gore will be.