Normal P.O.V.

The skies were flaring with the fires of the morning sun, and the camp grounds were still wet with the morning due. Meanwhile, at Camp Crystal Lake, the campers and councilors were enjoying the beginning their daily camp activities while Fatality was off in the seemingly-distant cabin site screaming in utter terror. The towering giant just stood there and examined her every few movements, confused. She tried to move away from the giant, but the sudden terror caught her off guard, and now her legs were locked. All she did was gaze up at him with those terrified light-brown eyes. Her jugular veins were perturbing from her neck; the whites of her eyes were so clear that the veins in her eyeballs shot out making her pupils look dark and black. Her scream was very bit unusual, too. It was a mix of surprise, terror, and agony.

Jason clenched his decomposing eye-lids shut to the piercing sound of her scream, and he grasped his machete tightly with his right hand. He had to get this small girl to quiet down without killing her, or else it meant being discovered or being scolded endlessly by his mother. That was the last thing he would ever want from mommy. He quickly stabbed his machete on the wooden cabin floor, covered Fatality's mouth with one hand and grasped her body with the other. She squirmed around and tried to shake off the hulking serial killer, but her motives proved futile. It looked more like a small,harmless garden snake taking on a world-champion wrestler.

Fatality's P.O.V.

O-Oh fuck! O-Oh shit! I have really done myself in now! I broke the number one rule of my pact! Never keep your guard down! And now I'm about to die at the hands of this giant mutant killer and there is nothing I can do about it! Gosh! His hand is huge! His veins stick out like ring worms at the epidermis of his skin, and look some kind of purple color. I can even feel his deep, slow breathing quite clearly. His hand smells like some kind of foresty-moss dipped in the morning mist...and a hind of blood? I can't even break free from his grip! And to think that my martial arts trainer was strong, but this guy is insane!

I tried to wiggle free from his grip the best I could, but it's not working at all. Oh, how pathetic this made me look, and the humor it must cause this giant in the inside. Come to think of it, the weird think is he hasn't spoken a word at all. Not even a muffled sound. Was he mute or was he trying to hide his identity? All these thoughts were flooding up my head as my anxiety is starting to come through. I feel my heart beating through my ears as the blood pools up in my head. As I start losing control of my mind, I feel pressured blood pulsing through my neck, and I struggle to breathe. This guy wasn't letting go any time soon... I gotta force myself to make a move now before he ends up killing me, but his huge, heavy arm is fitted tightly around me. I quickly managed to spawn my long , black dragon tail and wrap it around the killer's neck and fling him off of me. As I caught my breathe, the killer tried to lunge at me from where he stood. Being a giant, it would look easy as to swipe me off with his finger like a booger. I quickly scurried towards the porch and towards a nearby tree. I spawned my sharp, black hook-like talons into the tree bark and climbed up the tree, arching my back like a threatened cat. I now had my dragon fangs exposed towards the fiend and I exhaled misty-puffs of smoke, and my piercing neon-blue dragon slits gazed at the giant unforgivably. My weak half-dragon form. This isn't even my true form. This Adult human is like the rest. Blood-lustful, murderers, sinners.

He wanted to mess with the dragon, now here comes the dragon's wrath.

Jason's P.O.V.

What... just... happened?

The girl was under my submission a while ago, and now she has become some kind of creature...certainly not the kind of creatures that lurk around my lake. The reptile-human girl was now destroying one of my trees with her talons! Mommy will get mad at me if I don't stop her! ...Wait... Why is she glaring at me that way?

I tilted my head to the right at the being, and I made no move to reach for my machete. Who knows how she would react. She was probably scared of my intentions, as all other people at camp are. Her fear is driven by a source of pure hatred;Anger, loathsome bloody anger. The way she glares at me with those piercing eyes threaten to seize my soul if I were to move. Her fear is unrecognized. A fear that was worse than the others who I've slain with my machete. The others who feared as they ran for their own stupid lives

They always were afraid of me since the day I was born. They were afraid of my deformities. They were afraid of my face for the most part. When my mommy would go off to attend her duties as the camp cook, the other children at camp would pick on me. They always called me a freak ; Ugly, unwanted. Unloved by other campers. I was pushed, punched and even stoned by these campers on the daily basis. I always found my mommy for comfort, since I was only loved by my mommy. She was the only one that accepted me the way I was, and she was never so judgmental compared to the other people I knew. Enough of my perception of the past, I was just staring at the growling entity before me.

I didn't want her to freak out some more, so I closed the cabin door and pushed the bunk beds aside. The reptilian girl was still on the branch of the tree she had climbed earlier. She looked as if she didn't trust me. If I have to get her like mommy told me to, I will get her one way or the other. I keeled down a bit and opened a trap door I had set years earlier. I jumped through the door and closed it, and I locked it from the inside so that no-one would bother get into my domain...underground...