The Curse
Prologue
The moon was hovering in the night sky. A bright light for all the creatures of the dark. Out of all the beasts there were two things to fear at Camp Crystal Lake; which was wolves and Jason Voorhees. You might laugh at Jason now but try laughing when you're about to get struck down by his machete. The blood curling scream of teens have been heard all the way to Springwood; a little town just a few miles before the camp. But out of all these things there is one last thing to fear the most; more than Jason. And that thing is werewolves. Enormous beasts that look like a wolf but like a man. They have a ravenous appetite for human flesh; they bring about death and destruction and pain and sorrow.
At least this is what they appear as. In reality they are gently, kind, loving, peaceful, territorial, and fast. Jason, for the most part, is like these creatures; always misunderstood and resented. Jason was an unfortunate victim of a werewolf curse; three months ago he was bit. He found himself to be faster, better, stronger, endurable, invincible, and more dangerous than ever.
Now somewhere else is a lone and neglected teenager who was adopted when she was a baby. She, unlike Jason, was born with the curse. It has run in her family since the middle ages. Her stepfather is always drunk and hits her; her stepmother is always yelling at her to get a job. She always had to deal with this at home; at school it`s worse. Her best friend betrayed her by stealing her childhood sweetheart. Her teachers always yell at her with no good reason and don`t give her constructive feedback on her homework.
Her stepfather recently divorced her stepmother and took her with him. Every night when she comes home from school he beats her till she`s black and blue. After a while she gets the courage to ask her father to go to Crystal Lake; and he`s happy to hear it too. This summer she got a job at the lake to help get it ready for its grand re-opening.
Jason on the other hand was not happy about this. Year after year there was more bloodshed on his grounds; his home. He seemed to be happy that more people came his way. He is like the common stereotype that is given to werewolves because of his "activities". But this year seemed to be different; how it was he didn`t know. One of the girls seemed to be hurting inside. Jason decided to watch and wait for a while.
The girl knew that this camp was different than the others. She sensed something that the others felt; only to a smaller degree. She could fell hurt, pain, sorrow, anger, angst, but also a feeling of danger beyond anything else. She seemed to sense that Jason was no ordinary person; but from the legends he never was. This is their story.
Hey! So this is my second Friday the 13 love story. My first one is called A counsellor and a Killer. Check it out. You might like it. I`m taking a break from my first one and trying a new one. If you like this prologue (or the story in general) please let me know by reviewing. And also if you don`t have anything nice to say DON'T SAY IT AT ALL! Thanks!
