Glad to see people are enjoying this so far! :) Jason is about 36 years of age. Also, I had trouble finding what Jason wore in the movie and because I'm lazy and didn't want to spend money to rent it for like three minutes which would be a waste of time…yeah. So, I'm going to just give him some random clothing.

Disclaimer- Y'all know this, I didn't own Halloween, why the hell would I own Friday the 13th? XD I only own this story and my OC.

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Allison sensed a person standing behind her. Her head whipped back to see a large burly man. She immediately felt a sense of dread and terror. The wind ominously blew and her hair flowed. Allison would have taken notice of the man's appearance, but she was distracted by the fact that he carried a machete.

She rose to her feet while simultaneously grabbing her makeshift spear and held it threateningly. Allison quickly jabbed her weapon at the man, stabbing him in the chest. He stumbled back slightly. She took the opportunity to race into the trees, trying to get as far away from the man as she could.

Who the fuck was that? Ugh! What the hell is wrong with this part of the county? I crash my car, I'm chased by a fricking wolf and now there's this creepy man!

Allison made her way through the foliage, running through the drying mud. She came across the hole she had hidden in before. She dove into it hurriedly. Allison sat in the hole, catching her breath. She had to find a way to get the hell out of here. Then, something sparked in her mind. She had forgotten the handgun in her car's glove box.

Her head jerked up, hearing the sound of footsteps nearby. She quietly peered out of the hole's entrance. The man was walking around, lookig for her. Since she was hidden from his sight, she took in his appearance this time around.

The first thing she noticed was that he wore a hockey mask on his face. She was thrown off by that. Was he pretending to scare her? She also saw that the man was tall. Very tall. From her position she could tell that he towered over her. The man wore a dirty, torn and tattered shirt that was probably white a long time ago. Over the shirt he wore a black jacket that also looked very worn. His pants were grey and had a large rip around his left knee. Black boots were on his feet and had a few inches in the heel, making his height even more imposing. In his hand right hand he carried the machete.

Why are his clothes so old looking? Does he live out here or something?

A familiar howl echoed through the woods.

Allison gasped. The wolf was back.

She saw the man turn to his side and her eyes followed. The wolf was there, growling at him like it had to her. The man didn't seem fazed and held his ground. The wolf ran at the man, launching itself at him. The masked man quickly reacted and caught the wolf on his machete. The wolf howled in pain and wriggled to get free. He emotionlessly used his foot to slide the wolf off of his machete and then proceeded to stab it in the muzzle. The wolf lay on the ground motionless.

Allison flinched from the violence.

The man wiped the wolf's blood off of the blade onto a nearby bush. He continued his search for Allison, as if the wolf never attacked. He disappeared from her view.

Allison wasted no time in rushing from the hole with her spear, running for her car. She made sure to take a different path than the masked man.

Soon, her wrecked car came into her sights and she stopped before it. Damnit, her car landed on its passenger side. She'd have to climb back inside. Allison sighed and dropped her spear to the grass. She crawled up onto the car's hood using the front bumper as leverage. Then, she climbed over the windshield and carefully dropped herself into the inside of the car. Allison opened the glove box compartment with some difficulty. She found the handgun hidden beneath her vehicle license papers and whatnot. She checked to see if it was loaded. It was indeed loaded with seven bullets. Allison hoped she wouldn't need all seven.

She stuck her head out of the broken glass from the driver's side to see if the masked man was nearby. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him as did he. "Shit!" She cried as he began to walk towards her.

Allison frantically fired the handgun.

One bullet. Two.

He was still coming at her. He never faltered, he never staggered.

Three bullets, four.

Closer and closer the man got.

Five bullets, six.

Allison growled, "Why won't you die!"

Seven. The last bullet went into the masked man's chest where his heart would be.

The man's steps slowed. Allison watched intently, holding her breath. He fell to the ground with a thud.

Allison released her held breath with a thankful sigh. She tossed the gun away. It was no use to her without bullets. Allison lay back against the driver's seat. She sighed relieved. Today was one hell of a day.

Suddenly a hand grasped Allison's shoulder. She screamed, trying to move out of the hand's grip. Another hand grabbed her other shoulder and the masked man appeared outside of the door. She could tell from the eye holes in the mask that he was furious, but at the same time she was bewildered at how he survived her attack. She struggled out of his hands and scrambled to the passenger's side of the car. She searched for an exit from the car, but found none.

She was trapped.

The man reached further into the car and forcefully wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her from the vehicle. Allison held on to anything she could, but his hold was stronger. She yelled in protests but he ignored them. He put her on his broad shoulders, carrying her along. Allison pounded on his back furiously.

The man walked in silence aside from Allison's yells. She eventually grew tired of crying out and hitting him. After ten minutes of walking, they arrived at the lakeside again. But now they were surrounded by cabins. Allison noted a fallen sign on the ground that read 'Camp Crystal Lake'.

Camp? What the…?

The camp seemed as if it had been deserted for awhile. The cabins were old and decrepit, looking as if they would fall apart. The landscaping was going rogue, trying to overpower one another with their leaves and vines. On some cabins the doors were falling off the hinges. Allison could see the bathrooms off to the side.

The masked man carried her away to the camp supervisor's cabin. He kicked the door in with a bang against the wall. The man carelessly dropped Allison to the wooden flooring. She cried out, falling face first. Allison grabbed at her face, checking for blood or broken bones. She found nothing wrong thankfully.

Allison glanced up at the masked man. He was staring at her hands with rage. She gulped fearfully and inched away from him. He reached for her hands and caught them with ease. Allison fought to get out of his grip. The man's eyes flickered from her bright green ones to her hands back and forth repeatedly. She tried to tug her hands from him. His hands were rough and calloused, opposed to her soft and smooth ones.

"Please…whatever you're planning…don't…I beg you…" She whispered.

His eyes met hers in a silent gaze. Looking behind the mask she could tell they were sky blue. She saw them soften slightly.

"Please…" She repeated.

Allison attempted to shove him away. The man's eyes turned to slits once more and his grip became deadly again. It was barely audible, but she heard him growl in irritation. The man's grip slowly worsened and Allison whimpered from the pain. His hand suddenly grasped hers with even more force. The force grew and grew. Allison screamed in agony, feeling her bones break. He then did the same with her other hand. The bones broke again, though the pain seemed less traumatizing this time. The man released her hands. Allison gaped at her broken fingers in disbelief. She tried to hold back the tears, but she let them go, streaming down her face.

Allison glared up at the masked man before her. Her hands painfully clenched together and she threw a punch at him. She only ended up hurting herself more, much to the man's amusement.

The man turned from her and exited the cabin, leaving her alone. He made sure the door closed behind him. He didn't tie her up nor did he have some form of security on her. Of course, he didn't need to. He knew that she couldn't go anywhere or far in her condition. Even if she did, he'd find her. He knew this forest like the back of his hand.

Allison became very aware of her situation. She had no use of her hands. She couldn't open the door with her hands. She could use her teeth…but that was highly unsanitary. She had no way of defense anymore, not that it mattered against the masked man who didn't die from seven bullets. She had no way of calling for help. Even if she tried, he'd find her. He found her with ease before. She had nowhere to go. Nowhere to run.

She was trapped.

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I meant to mention this last chapter, should I have Jason speak? Not literally of course, I hate to take the silent element away from him. Should I do what I did with Notes from a Killer and have Jason write to her on paper (because I'm pretty sure Jason wouldn't have random sticky notes lying around) or find another creative way to have him communicate with her? I already have two ideas that I could use in mind. Let me know!

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