My blood boiled slightly as I watched the teenagers stepped from their car, yelling and laughing, the same as always. I glared through the slits in my hockey mask as they began unloading their van, the hippie van-I believe this is what people called it. I observed the five children, three boys and two girls.

The girls were the typical whorish sluts that came here, only wishing for a 'scary', 'interesting', and 'exciting' place to have sex. I was tempted to pull my knife out now to kill them, but I must wait. I looked to the males. One was the typical jock, football player type, he looked exactly like the counselor that was supposed to be watching me that day…I pulled my knife at this realization, taking a step forward before mother spoke.

You know the rules Jason. Learn their names, observe them, learn their habits until dark, and then make them suffer.

I nodded slightly to her, though it looked as if I were randomly nodding. I replaced my knife into it's position and returned to my hidden place amongst the trees and bushes. I returned to observing the other two males. One had blonde hair falling to his shoulders and had many piercings, I believe they called his type an 'emo'. The last boy was scrawny, skinny and short. Messy brown hair and pale, freckled skin. He stood apart from the others, continuously looking at the road where the van was parked as he and his friends walked into my forest.

Interesting.

I took a last glance to the rode and van before also turning to follow the fools into my forest.

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It was nearly dark, the sun setting, when mother spoke. She told me to go to the van, something was happening. I had, once more, nodded and left for the van, leaving the disgusting teenagers in my camp. Unbelievably, they had decided to stay in the cabins! I shook my head slightly and looked to the road, taken aback in surprise as I looked at the figure.

A sleek, shiny black bike-a motorcycle I believe-rolled to a stop beside the van. The person took their helmet off as they turned the vehicle off, letting shiny black hair with a bright pink underside tumble down from the persons head. It was a female, a petite female. A teenager, obviously. I watched as she opened the van, through in her helmet, and pulled a small, one-shoulder bag from it and began walking into the forest, pulling her nearly waist length hair into a high ponytail.

I circled around her so that I was walking slightly in front of her and to her left side. She wore tight black tights that reached mid-calf. Her shirt was odd. It was red and the front flaps were held to her by a dark black piece of fabric tied around her waist. If I remember correctly, and I always do, it is a kimono top, something I learned from a book one of my victims was reading from right before I killed her. She had on black flats.

And even form here, I could see the calluses and cuts littering her hands, legs, and face. But she looked fit, almost as if she worked out daily. How curious. I was jolted from my thoughts as the girl stopped walking. I turned so that I was facing her.

She was tensed, her hands raised slightly in defense. Her eyes were scanning the forest, ground, and sky as she circled around on one foot. Looking closely, I could see her ears twitching slightly, listening for even the slightest movement.

I couldn't help the two emotions swelling up inside me. Anger and admiration. I couldn't help cursing myself for being so careless and distracted as to make a noise, and I was angered at my other emotion, admiration. As I said, I couldn't help but admire her sharp senses, though they would mean nothing when I came to kill her. Oddly, I'm almost upset that I'm going to kill her, I almost wished I could just keep her.

I shook my head slightly to myself as she began moving once more, though she stayed tense. That wouldn't do. I couldn't begin to develop attachments for my victims. And besides, even if I allowed myself to keep her, and mother didn't want to kill her, the girl would be frightened and then I would have to kill her form getting away, and that definitely wouldn't do. I sighed and tuned back into the teenagers as they came out to meet their friend.

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Her name was Luka. I was tempted to smile, it was such a pretty little name. She was a pretty little thing.

No! stop thinking like that, you fool. She will be dead by tonight anyways! Do you want to be attached to a dead teenager, whom is most likely a bad girl?

Now, now Jason dear. Do you really want to keep her?

Yes mother.

Then you may have her. But, my dear, make sure she isn't with her so called 'friends' when you get rid of them, she wouldn't like that. And make sure when you get her, that you keep her in your room, you wouldn't want her to escape, now would you? Good, then go on, she is leaving them.

I nodded once more to mother and watched as my girl walked from the disgusting teenagers she allowed herself to associate with. When she was completely gone, I turned back to the fools currently making out. I sneered behind my mask and slowly pulled my knife out as I made my way down to the camp, the teenagers completely unaware of my existence.

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A/N: Well, thank you everyone for reading! And yes, Luka is my favorite name, and I WILL be using Lauryl as the last name. Ok, anyways, if any of you have read my other stories, you know the drill. As long as I get one update for this chapter, I'll update next Monday! Hope you guys enjoyed.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Friday the 13th or any of it's characters.