Author's note: Hello everyone who is reading this story! Just as a heads up, the OC girl in this story is the same one from my Walking Dead story, A Scarred Child. This story is kind of a "what if" story about what would have happened to Louise (a.k.a. Lou) if she wasn't caught in a zombie apocalypse, and if she didn't get away from the "bad men," but instead was in the Friday the 13th universe. So, if you feel as though you want a little more information about her, it be best, but not required, for you to read that story too. Please enjoy and review.

From the woods, Jason Voorhees watched the trucks pull up to his camp. He couldn't help but notice the changes that took place since he first starting killing. The appearance of things, the clothes his victims wore, the technology, the vehicles; overtime, they all changed. But, looking at the men exiting the large shinny trucks, Jason noticed the people never did. They were all the same; horrible, rotten sinners.

He watched them unload cases upon cases of alcohol with distaste. The only thing that was different between these men and his previous victims was that they were all full grown adults and male. He found this odd. Never before had people, of only one gender, intrude upon his camp. It was always males and females, and they would always sin together in the cabins or woods.

Jason continued watching the men unload the trucks. Six men in total, he counted. But, from the conversation he heard them having, more were to come. A sadistic glee took over his body. It had been awhile since his last kill and he was itching to spill blood.

"Hey Hank," a scrawny man called to another, more rounded man, "what are we supposed to do with the bitch?" That caught Jason's attention. So there was a woman, he thought to himself.

"Ask Al, he was place in charge till Johns gets here." Hank let out a chuckle, leering at the trailer connected to one of the trucks, and said, "If it was up to me heh~ let's just say we'd already be working on re-establishing the rules of her position into her." Jason watched as the two men released a cruel laugh, smirking at the small trailer. He wondered why the woman was riding in there. It didn't make sense to him.

"Alright you two, shut the hell up and get back to unpacking." Both men looked over to the one that ordered them. He was more attractive than the other two with a muscular figure and clean-cut appearance. He held a stern appearance and had an air about him that demanded respect; Jason knew he would have fun killing that man.

"Common Al, we're just curious. The little slut needs to be retaught taught her place, just wondering when we were going to get working on that." The round man commented with a smirk. "Whole reason we came out to this shithole in the first place." Jason forwarded his brow behind his mask and tilted his head. In his mind, something wasn't right. He looked at the trailer that was concealing the woman from his.

"In time Hank, in time," Al idly commented, but gave the trailer a suspicious look. "She's being a little quiet in there, don't you think?"

"Ha! Bitch can't help but be quiet! After all, you're the one who permanently shut her up, or did you forget about that?" The scrawny man chuckled and muttered, so low Jason couldn't hear him, "Still can't believe that bitch survived having her throat slit."

Al growled at the scrawny man. Glaring at him, Al growled, "Will you fucking listen! She's not making any noise! When we were leaving she was kicking up a storm in there!" All three men looked at the trailer cautiously. Jason watched the men slowly approach the trailer, intrigued. When Al ripped open the trailer, Jason couldn't see anything on the inside. He could only watch as Al entered it and wait. It didn't take long for him to hear an enraged, pained scream.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" The sound of something slamming against the wall of the trailer could be heard. Suddenly a small form was thrown out of it and landed harshly on the ground a few yards away from the trailer. It rolled a couple feet before quickly gaining its footing and standing in a cautious, hunched over stance. Jason stared in disbelief. The young woman he was expecting to be in the trailer was in fact a small child, nothing more than a little girl. Straining his one good eye, he saw the girl was not only handcuffed but covered in scars. His gaze shifted from the large bruise forming on her face to the red liquid surrounding her mouth. Jason watched the child spit out a chuck of something with a sneer, but her eyes remained focused of the men. He figured out what the girl spit out when he saw Al march out of the trailer, clutching his heavily bleeding arm. He smirked behind his mask when he realized she bit a chuck of skin from the man's arm.

Unbuckling his belt, Al ordered, "Hold the bitch down! Bout time she relearned who the fuck's in charge!" Jason stayed where he was and just watched as the men advanced on the girl. Despite the growing rage that started to consume him at the sight, there was nothing Jason could really do. He was outnumbered six to one. He could only turn his head, waiting for the screams to begin. The sudden memory of his drowning and the councilors doing nothing to help him surfaced in his mind.

He heard the screams start, but not from the girl. Looking back in her direction, he watched as the girl bit, clawed, kicked, head-butted, and did everything else she could to fight the men off. He wondered why she didn't just give up, it was impossible for her to win. He wondered why she did not scream or cry throughout the whole ordeal. Even after the men finished and spat on her, he saw her glaring at them. He saw the unwavering, murderous fire in her eyes. He found it positively fascinating. Even after they robbed her of her purity, she had the will to fight, unlike the many of his victims who ran and/or begged for mercy. As he looked at the girl bruised, beaten, used, and left on the dirty ground, Jason did not see a sinner. He saw a being wanting justice, wanting those who hurt her to suffer just as they deserved to. And he would be sure she got that justice, right before he ended her life, casting her out of this cruel world.

The young, mute girl, who went by the nickname Lou, lied naked on the rocky ground, glaring at the satisfied men as they finished unloading their trucks. She wanted to kill them, to kill them all. All she needed was an opening. And when she was done with these six, she would wait for the leader of the bad men to come with the rest of his "friends" and kill them to. Clenching her tinny, tightly cuffed fist, she swore they would all pay. But first she needed to know where she was and get the handcuffs off.

Quickly glancing around her surroundings, Lou frowned. This was nothing like the place she was originally being held. Houses were replaced with old cabins and neatly trimmed bushes were replaced with trees, trees, and more trees. She quickly gazed at the lake, only briefly admiring its beauty before her eyes settled on an old faded sign.

Welcome to

Camp

Crystal Lake

Est. 1935

She looked intently at the sign before looking around again. The young girl suddenly turned her head towards the trees to her left; Lou had felt a sudden, uncontrollable urge to do so. She shifted her eyes around the area until they locked on a figure, almost completely hidden amongst the trees. Within a second, her eyes went from enraged to innocently curious. Quickly looking to make sure the bad men were still distracted, Lou looked back at the figure. She saw it was a large man, dressed in dark clothes, and wearing a white mask. The two stared at each other for a few moments. Suddenly, for a reason unknown to either of them, the girl gently smiled at the man.

Jason quickly turned away from the area and escaped to his home. That smile, he knew it was aimed at him. But he didn't know why. Why would she smile at him, especially after what had just happened to her, he frantically asked himself. He shook his head to rid his mind of the image. It was too innocent, too pure to be aim at him. He was a monster; he reminded himself, a cold-blooded, murdering monster. And that child was a tainted innocent, dammed to become a sinner when she grew up. Just like all those teenagers that trespassed in his camp.