Authors note: Sorry this took so long but i've been doing exams anyway, i hope you like this chapter, and thanks for all the reviews i can't say how much i appreciate them. D Thank you for reading.

Gwyn sat up slowly and rubbed her shoulder. For a moment she thought she was back in the room at the abandoned camp. It was the same shape, a lot bigger, darker and damper but the same shape.

The only source of light came from a table in the corner. The table was covered in candles, a shrine, and the centrepiece being a mummified head. Gwyn wasn't scared of the head she'd seen mummies before it was just really uncomfortable.

Looking quickly away from the table she gazed around the room , two doors, one window with dirty curtains, one bed, one chair and a fireplace covered in cobwebs.She made a description of the room up to calm herself down a bit.

Keeping her thoughts strictly on non Jason things she picked up the clothes that presumably had been left for her. Looking at them apprehensively she wondered who they could've belonged to. Maybe she wasn't the first girl Jason had abducted. A shiver climbed up Gwyn's back, if Jason had abducted another girl, what had happened to her. And where was Jason? Maybe now was the perfect time to escape?

Gwyn threw the clothes to the bottom of the bed. Quickly jumping out of the bed she rushed to the first door, pushed it open and rushed through it. A putrid smell filled her nose and she slid on something slimy.Looking around bewildered Gwyn was completely shocked by the outside of the cabin. The cabin was semi submerged. It's veranda sunk nearly completly into the water. She strained her eyes across the water as best she could but it seemed not even moonlight wanted to shine near this forsaken place.

Gwyn scrambled across the veranda sometimes slipping into the dark waters. Her heart pounded in her chest, what if he was just around the next corner? She turned the corner quickly.Gwyn howled hopelessly when she stumbled upon the mountain of bodies. Limbs everywhere attached and severed. Dead eyes stared up lifelessly into the sky. She cried out in dismay, why had he killed them all?Gwyn couldn't climb over all those bodies to escape, even if she did she'd probably end up one of them if Jason caught her.

Bleakly she scuttled back into the cabin to terrified and dismayed to even attempt escape now, she sat on the bed.

She picked the clothes up that she had discarded on the bed and examined them more carefully. Should she change? She debated in her mind and soon decided it was better to accept Jason's hospitality if that's what it was.

After a few moments of debate she decided to get changed under the blankets, just in case he walked in while she was unclothed. If she was going to end up on that pile outside at least she'd be covered and not half naked like some out there.That and she didn't like the thought of him seeing her half naked.

After changing she looked down at herself, the trousers were too long and the grey sweater a little baggy, but it was ok. And Gwyn hated to admit it was more comfortable then the damp, dirty clothe she had been wearing.

Gwyn flopped onto the bed trying to keep her sanity. She had been pacing like a caged animal, but soon decided that was pointless. She kept thinking about when Boyd had been killed replaying it over and over in her mind.

Why had she felt sorry for Jason? Why had he let her live on three occasions? Why had she hugged him? Why had he let her get close enough to him so she could hug him? What did it mean?

She could answer one of those five questions, she knew why she felt sorry for him, the first time she looked into the deep, dark brown eyes she saw him. Not the hockey masked Psycho but Jason. Those sad, lonely eyes that had strangely captured Gwyn would soon burn with rage as Jason killed her.

Gwyn sighed as all optimism left her body. She was most probably going to die. Jason would come back and kill her. Even if she had escaped out into the forest he most certainly would have caught her.After all he knew the place a lot better then she did.

What would he do when he came back? Would he kill her this time? Would it be quick and painless?

Gwyn sobbed imaging answers to those questions, but every time she remembered those eyes and was soon feeling sorry for him again.Maybe if she could show him she cared he wouldn't hurt her? He had killed all her friends and she was going to be nice to him.Mentally kicking herself she rested her head on a pillow and waited.

There was a sound very quiet but getting closer and closer. Gwyn stood up trembling, grabbing on to the bed post to support her wobbling legs. The sound was soon replaced by splashing and suddenly a large menacing figure stood in the doorway.