The Love of a Mother
Summary:
Jason just wants to be a good boy. And a good boy listens to his mother.
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Summer night. Friday, 13th.
The girl was trying to run through the night, the heavy rain made her sight of the road difficult, the drops of water mingling with the red of her blood. Her pain was making difficult to keep running, holding a machete with her hand, trembling with fear. Only occasional lightning allowed her to see something through the forest.
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"Oh, God…this can't be happening!"
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Her friends were dead. They were all dead. Well, not all of them were truly her friend, some were just colleagues that she had to deal with…but none of them deserved to die like that!
A flash of lightning revealed the shape of someone close to her.
The old lady, with a long dress, shaggy hair, and the glint of madness in her eyes.
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"NO!"
"Come here. Come here, now!"
"No!"
"You are the last one. I killed all the others. It will be easier for you than it was for my son. You need to be punished for what you did to him"
"I didn't do anything!"
"You let him drown!"
"No! Please, no!"
"You should have been watching him!" – The old lady raised a knife, a lightning making it glow – "You should have been watching all the time!"
"NO!" – The girl raised her machete, and in the despair of fear, she slashed it at the woman's direction, separating her head from her neck.
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The girl didn't even wait to see what she had done, already running through the night again, letting the machete behind.
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Jason… my special, special boy…
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Another lightning revealed the shape of a boy.
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They must be punished, Jason… For what they did to you. For what they did to me
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Kill for mother
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The boy grabbed the forgotten machete.
.Notes:
Trying another thing here...
