Angela's POV
He nodded his head, and pointed his machete out the door. This was obviously a sign that we had to get back to that hideous shack. I picked up Kayla. She was shaking, while she looked at the blood colored machete.
We reached the shack, and Kayla was sleeping in my hands. I carefully set her down on the bed and pulled the blankets to cover her. "What were you thinking out there? That you could just kill an innocent child!" Jason shook his head. "Everyone is a sinner in my eyes. Mother told me to keep her, and I do what my mother says." I was angry now, Everyone a sinner? What about me? I had done numerous things that were sinful in my past.
"Yeah Jason, Everyone sins, You sin." He nodded. "Yes but only because I have to sin." He just didn't understand. And he never would. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed, goodnight." He walked down into the deep dark tunnels to sharpen that machete. I quietly fell asleep next to Kayla, I didn't want to wake her. She needed all the sleep she could get.
Jason's POV
I knew I sinned, I knew mother sinned, I knew that my whole family sinned at some point in their lives. I just refused to believe any of it.
Now that the child lived in the shack, she would need a bed of her own. I would get her a bed from one of the cabins. A clean bed. One that hasn't been sinned upon. This child was bound to try to run off. But all the good that will do, I know everywhere in this camp. I know every single cabin, I know every path. I know every bush. She may be able to have the ability to run, But she will not be able to hide… Long.
However I would never kill the child. Mother said she was a good child, and not one of those evil little brats that had drowned me. Normally mother would've gave me consent to kill these vile creatures. But there was something about this child that would pull me back from it. Was it that Angela seemed to love her? Or was it that my mother knew of her past?
I thought about everything as I walked to the cabin labeled "Oak Bunk."
Angela's POV
I woke up to find Kayla staring out the dirty window.
"Mommy is dead." She said quietly not taking her eyes off the window. "Kay…" She cut me off. "He killed her." I began to tear at the thought of loosing my best friend. And how Kayla would grow up without a mother… no she wouldn't, I would be her mother. Of course I couldn't replace her. But I loved Kayla as my own. "Everything is going to be alright Kayla. Just have a little faith." She glanced over then looked right back at the window. "I can't, she was my mom. She's never coming back because that murder holds a grudge against every person that comes here. She didn't deserve to die. She didn't deserve to be treated like that." Kayla was right. Her mom did not deserve to die, and especially not the way that she was killed.
"I wish it would've been me. It could have saved her." No, She can't think like that. "No, Kayla. Nothing could've saved her, or Bruce, Or Jamie, or Crystal, or Peter. No one is safe. When they enter the camp. They are destined to die. And Jason makes sure that is how it works out."
All of a sudden, the door opened, and Jason stood there carrying a child sized bed into the shack. I knew it was for Kayla. "Jason, I'm going to take Kayla down to the lake, to fish for something to eat for lunch." Jason looked at me sternly. "Not unless you and the child eat." His voice was dark and low. He then handed me already made food from his last victims of death.
Just then I heard Kayla whisper to me, "I will never forgive or trust this man." And I nodded.
