I decided to post this one up, mainly to see if people would want to read more of it.
If I get at least five reviews for this one, I'll get to work on the second chapter.
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Seven
(canto i)
Visions of the Dead
Jason has awoke to the sound of someone moving around. What was even more astonishing, the woman was in his cabin. He wasn't sure how she had gotten there, but he knew one thing, his mother was screaming. He could incision his mother tugging at her hair as she yelled.
"Kill her, Jason! Kill her! She's up to no good!" So, Jason sat up. The woman looked over at him, and screamed at the top of her lungs, and had taken off.
Presently, he was now silently walking through the woods, listening to the woman tripping through the woods. He would have sighed, had this been the first time, but it seemed every teen thought making a lot of noise while screaming through the woods would keep someone away from them. He heard her stop, and as he got closer, the sound of talking reached his ears.
" ... care, Don! I saw him!"
"He's not real, Clara! He's just a ... "
Jason stepped into the clearing. Clara turned, and screamed again. Don reached into his waistband, cursing loudly, and pulled out a small pistol.
"Run! Go, go!" He shoved his girlfriend (or maybe sister, Jason didn't really care) away, and took careful aim. Six shots slammed into Jason's chest. He grunted, feeling irritated, and continued to run. Don continued to pull the trigger, hearing the dead click each time, he threw the gun at Jason and took off. The pistol bounced off Jason's mask, causing him to stagger backwards from the shock.
Did he really just ..
"Kill him! Kill them both! Now! Now! Now!" Jason's brow furrowed and he continued on after the two, clenching his machete tightly in his hand.
As he continued on his way, he could hear his mother egging him on, and as her voice filled his head, Jason remembered his mother. Her soft face, and caring eyes. Jason, as a normal child, would make trouble. Oh, his mother would screech, and tug at her hair. All Jason had to do to stop it all was a simple tilt of the head. His innocent face would cause his mother to stop and embrace her son. "My sweet boy, you didn't know better. Mommy is sorry, sweetheart." she would say, kissing his forehead.
Jason loved his mother, and would stop at nothing to keep her happy - even going as far as staying alive. And watching as her head was removed from her body, it made his heart ache. Even now, thinking about it his black and cold heart hurt. He wanted to see his mother. He wanted to quit patrolling the camp and just sit next to her, but every time he did, something seemed to pull him away, make his heart spark back to life and the anger caused him to go back to patrolling.
Coming back to reality, Clara and Don were just ahead. He could see them. Don had tripped and fallen into a deep trench. Jason stopped and looked around. He had never chased someone this far into the woods. Don groaned in agony, as Clara showed her true colors and bolted, running smack into a tree.
"Ow, fucking nature." She pushed back, and looked up at the "tree" she ran into. What she saw made her blood run cold, and she screamed.
Jason looked over at Clara and saw she was being pinned down by a new female. This one looked older, more dirty and filthy. Her hair was matted, her clothing tattered, and her skin, it looked sewn together. Poorly. It reminded Jason of his mother's quilt. Clara continued screaming as this new woman picked up a sicle she, so it seemed, dropped when Clara bumped into her - and proceeded to scalp the poor girl. Clara screamed more as blood ran down her face. She squirmed more and more as the woman sliced slowing into her forehead. Finally, the woman pulled Clara's head back, Jason heard a snap and the hair was removed from Clara's head, and her neck snapped.
The woman stood, the bloodied wig still gripped between her fingers. Don, who had watched it all, panicked, pushed himself up and ran away from the strange woman, and ran into Jason. Jason frowned, grabbed Don's shoulder, raised his machete and cracked Don's head open like a coconut. Don's body shuddered before dropping, dead.
Jason now took this time to look back at the woman who had done away with Clara. She seemed to be looking intently at Jason. Jason tilted his head to one side, waiting to hear anything from his mother. Pamela remained silent. Jason took a step towards the woman, and she quickly took two away from Jason. He stopped, and the woman quickly shook the wig at Jason. He tilted his head to his other shoulder, confused. Again, she shook the wig, and Jason noticed her mouth was sewn closed, and one of her eyes seemed to have been sewn open, right through the middle.
Another shake of the wig, and Jason realized what this meant. His mother would shake a rag at him, when he wasn't wanted in the kitchen while she cooked, or while she cleaned. Jason picked up Don and Clara's bodies, the woman took three more steps back, shaking the wig violently at him as he retrieved the latter, and turned. He took one final look at the woman, who had not moved from her spot. He shifted both bodies, to be easier to carry, and walked back to his cabin, to dispose of the bodies in the lake behind it.
All the while back, the woman never left his mind.