Jason Voorhees heard footsteps through Camp Crystal Lake. He heard the twigs snap repetatively. He got up from his position on a bed inside a cabin. He listened for the snapping of the twigs, but suddenly they stopped. He heard a camera snap.
"That's going to be a good one," Someone spoke softly. Jason had grown accustomed to soft noises, as well as loud ones. The camera snapped once more, and he peered out the cabin window. He saw a girl. She had her hair loosely tied up. It was black with purple streaks. It was at least past her ribcage. She wore black baggy shorts with a Rage Against The Machine belt. . She wore black and pink skate shoes. She wore a 'Death Is Our Future' Wednesday 13 shirt. She wore skeleton gloves, with neon jelly bracelets too. She wore hoop earrings. She wore a hammered heart choker. She had her black Misfits bag which had all her stuff inside on the floor beside her. She had her large sunglasses on her head, while she took photos.
Jason walked out of the door, and slammed it so hard it broke. The girl jumped slightly. "What the.." She mumbled, as she looked up. She saw Jason standing there, his machette in a less-agressive position.
Jason didn't say anything. He didn't move. The girl didn't care. She shrugged, and turned around to take photos of the lake. Jason sat down, and watched her intently. The way she moved, the way she blended in with the whole surroundings. He was questioning why she didn't run like everyone else. They screamed. They ran. They would warn everyone about his existance.
"Oh my god!" A blonde girl screamed. She ran. Jason didn't need this. If she hadn't ran, he wouldn't be regretting what he's about to do. He grabed the Machette, and aimed it correctly. He threw it at her. It sliced right through her heart. He walked over to the fallen blonde.
'Shouldn't have ran.' he thought, as he grabbed his machette out of the bloodsoaked white blouse, and washed it in the Lake, before putting it back in the part of his pants.
The sun begun to set, and she began to pack her things up, and she walked back through the overhangs of the trees, and over the twigs, being careful not to hurt any wild animals and step in mud. Jason waited for a few more minutes before going hunting in the woods. He saw her sit on her car bonnet, lighting up a cigarette, and putting it to her lips, before puffing the air out. Jason watched her, before turning his back, and going looking for some prey. He couldn't find anything, so he just settled with going fishing. While Jason was focusing on fishing, the girl came back. And had placed her things into a cabin, unbeknown to Jason. He walked into his Cabin, and saw things he remembered from earlier. The girl's things. He looked in the bunks, and he saw her. Laying down, eyes closed. He walked out, and closed the door silently.
"Kill her. Slaughter her. She's going to expose you, Jason!" A voice known as Jason's mother, Pamela Voorhees. "Don't you ignore me!"
Jason didn't respond. He went and sat by the lake again, watching the water glisten from the moonlight. He heard a loud 'thump', and got up, and went to the cabin. He opened the door slightly, and realised, he'd left his machette carelessly on the bunk, and it then hit him, that she'd accidently cut herself while sleeping.
"Ow.." She mumbled, as she looked in her bag for some sort of kit. "What the hell.. Shit man, here's your Machette." She handed it to Jason, while hugging her arm, where she'd cut herself.
Jason nodded a 'thank you', before turning and grabbing a old first-aid kit that he used to help heal his own wounds, from when Freddy attacked him, before he beheadded the Springwood Slasher. He handed it to her, and he kept a big amount of cotton, before going out the cabin door, and heading down towards the lake. He put it in the water, carefully, just wetting it, not making it damp, and heading back to the cabin. He handed the cotton to her, and she smiled.
"Thanks, Jason." She patted the blood, and washed it off, wincing at the sting. Jason handed her a bandage, to wrap around her arm. "I don't get why everyone's so scared of you. You're actually a nice person."
Jason shrugged, and sat on the bed opposite of where she was fixing her arm.
"You don't talk much, do you? Well, I've gotta go get a few things from the store, I'll be back in about 20 minutes, is that alright?" Jason nodded, softly. "Do you want anything?"
Jason thought about it for a second, before imitating a pen and paper, and a bottle of water.
The girl nodded, and grabbed her wallet. "I'll be back." She smiled, and she jogged out of the cabin.
Jason sat there, deep in thought, as time passed. Soon he heard the same snapping of twigs, and the cabin door opened, slowly, and the girl walked in, carrying a few bags. She handed the pen, paper, and the bottles of water to Jason who smiled behind his mask, and nodded, quickly.
"You're welcome," She smiled. She started unpacking things, and put them in a corner of the room.
Jason wrote her a note, and she looked at his neat hand writing.
So what's your name?
"Isabella," The girl smiled, as she cracked her fingers. Jason flinched. "Oops, sorry," She giggled, softly.
Why are you out here? It's not that great.
"I'm out here for a photography project, and I chose Crystal Lake because I've seen it before, when I was just passing through, a few months ago." She smiled. She heard thunder bang through the sky, and she let out a scream. "Shit, that scared me."
Awww. It'll go away, eventually. So you're not scared of me?
"Nope. My parents were scared of me coming here alone, and they tried to coax me out of it, didn't work obviously." She shook, suddenly cold, because of the air, blowing through the cracks. Jason handed her a blanket. "Thanks. I seriously question why you're a serial killer. You're not acting like it."
Jason shrugged.
Because you're different. You never ran like that blonde girl. She ran. She threatened to expose me to the police, and then i'd just end up killing more people.. I really don't want to.. I just wanted revenge..
"Makes sense," She nodded slowly, as she wrapped the blanket around her securely. The two conversed as if they were best friends, knowing eachother for years. Eventually, Isabella decided that if she'd stay up any longer, she'd pass out. But, because of her sore arm that she accidently cut earlier on, Jason helped lift her onto the bunk, making sure there was nothing up there to harm her. She thanked him, and gave him a hug. She said her goodnight, and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep, only to be haunted with one of the worst nightmares of her life.