Author's Note: Hello Jason fans! Michaellover and I have decided to do a collab story about Camp Crystal's Friday the 13th Slasher Killer, Jason Voorhees. Hope you enjoy!!
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Chapter Six
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She woke up with a ray of sunlight shining in her face. She'd slept about 4 more hours, and it was now 7:00. She sat up. Jason was nowhere to be seen, but she saw the red cooler had been joined by the blue one they had brought. The one that had the food she and the others had stomach once again growled loudly. She moved her bad leg, so she could sit up. It was numb from the ice, which was almost completely melted, but still ice cold. Once she was able to reach the coolers, she opened up the blue one. Grabbing the first thing she could reach, a pre-made sandwich. She began to eat it hungrily. When she had finished, she reached down for her soda and swallowed. It was flat now, but she didn't care.
One thing was nagging at her thoughts....
Where had Jason gone? Was he comming back? And more importantly, what would he do with her when he did?
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Erin finished her soda after a few minutes. She strained her ears to listen for any movements that might sound like Jason returning. She couldn't really hear anything over the small crackle of the fire place, however. She placed the empty soda can on the floor after a moment or so. Still feeling hungry, she fished another sandwich from the blue cooler. She finished it as she had done with the first sandwich. Gathering a small dose of strength, she got up and placed the now melted bag of ice back in the red cooler, she picked up another bag of ice. Sitting back
on the bed, gritting her teeth, she moved her leg back into place and placed the new bag of ice on her ankle. The pain was numbed by the cold but moving it, it was still hell to say the least. Her eyes glanced over at the blue cooler. Damn. She should have grabbed another soda. Erin shrugged her shoulders. She got up once more and grabbed another soda from the blue cooler.
Getting back onto the bed for the third time, she decided to stay put until her captor/savior came back. She was pushing her luck moving her leg all over the place. And now it hurt like hell. Opening her new can of soda, she took a long sip before placing it on the floor. Erin was still worried about when Jason came back. Wondering if he was going to do away with her like he had her friends.
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Jason returned about twenty or so minutes later. He took notice that not only had Erin replaced the bag of ice on her ankle. She was also awake. Erin had been staring up at the ceiling, when she looked over, she saw Jason approaching her. She tensed a little. But then she noticed that he was holding a whole bunch of flowers in his hand. The flowers still had the dirt and roots attached to the bottoms of them. Well..the flowers looked more like weeds then actual flowers but this didn't seem to matter.
What was with the flowers? Erin was really confused, more so than before.
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Jason held out the flowers he'd 'picked'. They were just wildflowers he'd found growing near the far side of the lake, but his brain concluded that, while not flashy, they were indeed 'pretty'. Girls liked pretty things. He figured, since this girl was going to stay, he might as well start things off on the right foot. Besides, he felt he needed to show her he wasn't going to
kill her.
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Erin reached out and took the flowers from him, holding them by their stems away from the bed so dirt wouldn't get on the bed.
"Um...thank you...They're really pretty," she said.
Jason seemed pleased by her response. Erin looked around it was to dark in here...She saw the boarded up windows and realized why.
"Do you think you could maybe let a bit more light into the room?" she asked timidly, "It's kinda dark..."
Jason looked over at the window and walked over. Erin expected him to maybe pull one or two of the boards loose, but she was completely blown away when he simply raised his fist and punched through the boards as if they were paper. In that one strike he had almost cleared the window of wood. She gulped. If he could do that to wood, what could he do to flesh?
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Having just punched a hole in the boards to shine a bit of light into the room, Jason slowly turned back towards her. She looked as though she were one of mother nature's creations. Red hair as vibrant as the warm fire. Eyes as delicate as the blue sky above. Skin as light as the early morning sun. She wasn't like the others he'd killed before. She might as well have been mother nature herself. Seeing she was still holding the flowers, so not to get dirt on the bed, Jason got an idea.
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Erin watched as he picked up his machete and approached her. Erin closed her eyes and covered her eyes with her free hand. Waiting for certain death. But nothing happened. She peaked through her fingers. She watched as Jason cut the metal top of the empty aluminum soda can. She put her hand down away from her face. He had gotten the metal part of the can off. He was making a vase out of the soda can. Jason walked over to her. Erin nervously handed him the wild flowers.
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Jason took the wild flowers from her. He cut the ends off, so they would fit into the soda can. The bottoms of the wild flowers fell onto the dusty floor and were left untouched. Jason stuffed the flowers into the soda can. He then stepped aside to show her his hard work. Erin nervously smiled.
"It's pretty...I like it", She said quietly.
Jason seemed proud of himself and he was glad she liked it too.
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Erin watched Jason put the flowers, now in their makeshift Vase, onto the dresser that was nearby. Now that she could see the room clearly, she noticed how dirty everything was. If Jason lived here, he wasn't very picky about how his home looked...Personally she didn't think it was very sanitary, but she wasn't about to tell him to clean it up. She wasn't going to push her luck. She turned her attention out the window....and saw the back of a very bloody severed head on an old stump. She recognized Chris's hairstyle. The color drained out of her face. She turned her attention back to Jason, who had lifted up the bag of Ice on her ankle.
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Jason looked at her ankle. The swelling seemed to have gone down slightly, but it was still blueish in color. It would take time to heal. He put the Ice back on her ankle and turned toward the door. He needed to make his rounds.
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The campsite seemed pretty quiet but Jason had to make sure there were no more trespassers. That meant walking around the lake, through the woods. He knew every little piece of the area, there was no place a person could hide that he didn't know about. Jason kept a good grip on his machete. If anyone was hiding here...he'd find and kill them. He was like a silent deadly assassin immortal killing machine.
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Just around the other side of the lake, a group of hikers were making their way towards the campsite. The four men were in their mid thirties and had gotten separated from their group not two hours ago. They made their way down the one hiking trail that had been put on their map of the area. Unfortunately, they had no idea nobody used that trail anymore...as it used to be used when campers came to Camp Crystal Lake.
The four men entered the camp site not twenty minutes later. Stopping to take a break. They looked around, sweat falling down their faces. They noticed the van that had been left in the middle of the site.
"Think anyone is here?" Mike asked.
"Maybe they have a phone", Tim replied.
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Jason was hidden behind some trees. He had just come around the other side of the cabins, going unnoticed. He saw the four men. Anger raged up inside of him. If he let them stick their noses where they didn't belong, then they would find Erin. And he wasn't going to let them take her away. Jason slipped into the shadows of the trees, machete held tightly in both hands.
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Erin had been admiring the flowers that Jason had picked for her when she heard something outside the cabin. Thinking Jason had come back, she looked over. Something walked passed the cabin. Erin tensed. Just outside the cabin, a black bear had gotten curious of Chris's severed, bloody head. Two hunters came out of the woods a good second later, apparently they'd been tracking the bear for the past few hours.
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Elsewhere, at the local Police Department, a woman and five others were inside the station. Sheriff Reynolds and his men were talking to the woman and her friends. The group were a bunch hikers and they'd lost track of four of their friends.
"Do you know where they were last seen?" Sheriff Reynolds asked.
"Yes. They were heading towards the lake", the woman replied.
Sheriff Reynolds stiffened at the mere mention of the lake. Nobody had been up there in years. Why on Earth would they go there now? The whole world would go to hell in a hand basket the minute someone decided to go to Camp Crystal Lake.
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End of Chapter Six
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