Chapter 8 – Special K

I awoke again, this time in a place I hadn't seen before, a place that was still a cabin, yet more than that. There were all sorts of things on the shelving, and a room somewhere off to my right with an incredible feeling of warmth. I looked over and saw a couple of candles but nothing more. I wanted to go that way, I wanted to look at it all, but as I started to go that way from picking myself up off of the floor, my tormentor cut me off.

Jason grabbed me and threw me back into the dark of the current room. I curled up and let myself fall into the corner, the side of my head rested as I lost the ability to care if I lived or not. As far as I was concerned I was turning into a hibernating rodent, starving slowly because I didn't have enough food to last, all because Jason had taken it away.

Still it could've been worse, so far it appeared he didn't mean to cause me much more harm, nothing more than enough to keep me from causing him trouble and it was fair to say… I was done with looking for trouble.

But it seemed he was not done with tormenting my very fed up soul. He walked with purpose and presented himself as the killer he was known as, even through my tired state my survivalist instinct still rose up and made me yell out, my body frozen but my heart pounding. Jason fisted one of his beast-like paws and threw it forth, smashing it into the side of the cabin by my head. The impact sent a distinct ringing into my ear, and I flinched like mad, possibly from my knees to get up.

Yet I was still there, my eyes squeezed shut and my head bowed slightly, my heart slowing and the tired lack of motivation returned. I opened my eyes wearily and then almost had a heart attack. Jason was close enough to touch, just like in my dream, but he wasn't going to fall apart if I touched him, mainly because I was too scared to even move.

His smell got into my nose again; so overpowering it was that every time I tried to breath in I could practically taste it in my mouth. I heaved and pushed the beast away, my guts spilling over the floor with a splattering noise that made me feel even worse. I wretched and with tears in my eyes I watched my own puke decorate the ground.

The sight seemed to please Jason, and I wanted to have not pushed him back, I felt like I should've just thrown up on his damn mask. Smug-assed bastard thought that this was how it should be. I'd do something to show him- I had no clue what I could do right now though, so instead I crawled away and meekly rested against the flat of the wall. The bulky male stood and went away, into that light and warm room. It seemed inviting in there, yet if that were where Jason went, then I would have to stay as far away from that place as possible.

"I had to do everything that Jason expects, but in the opposite. It should get him off my back… Damn son-of-a-bitch." I spoke once more to myself; my insanity was reaching new heights, and yet it seemed like a big fluffy blanket that I could wrap myself in and just forget what being sane was all about. So with my final thoughts I lay back into rest.

I distinctly remember hitting something slightly warm and squishy but by then I was far too past it to care what it was.

It was only when I woke up the following morning, and scratched my head that I realised I had fallen asleep in my own puke. Jason was staring at it, at my hair covered in the stuff, and my hand now slightly gross because of the chunks of whatever it was I had brushed out. I stared at him and sighed and decided a conversation might pass the time that he spent just standing there.

"This is not the first time this has happened you know. I went through a stage in my life where I drank so much to forget my troubles that sleeping on a pillow full of bile became a weekly occurrence."

Jason was indifferent to my cause. I shrugged and stretched upwards, my top ebbing up my body and showing off my pale belly to the man before me. He crooked his head to the side and glared at something. I threw my top back down but he was already a step ahead.

He grabbed the cloth and poked violently under my belly button. I yawned and looked down, my sad and lonely memories rushing back. I didn't like that fact he was poking my scar, the one from my C-Section gone wrong. I glared at him and slapped his hand away, placing both my hands over my now covered belly.

I looked away and ignored the monster staring at me with such disregard.

"It's a surgical scar genius, I didn't do it to myself!" I yelled back, I felt so bare and defenceless under his gaze, and I hated it. "I had a problem and they cut into me to make it all better." I continued, but had no idea why I should tell this thing my woes. I sighed and looked into my pockets, pulling out my camera. I took it out and mulled over the possibility of taking another picture of him whilst he was in this passive condition.. But he poked into my stomach again and I sighed. He wasn't going to drop it.

I put away my camera and started at the beginning. "Well fine, but don't blame me when you're falling asleep from boredom!" I looked away for a moment, thinking about the best possible place to start. "I was pregnant with a child."

I decided would be the best opener. But that confused the poor beast so I had to clarify with him. "Hey! Twenty six is a great age to have a baby!" True I was no spring chicken anymore, not like these teenagers he had taken to so fondly ripping apart for a light workout.

"Anyway, I was supposed to have a little baby of my own, but when it came to the deadline, he wasn't ready to be born. The doctors preformed a C-Section on me, but cut too far along, which meant that when they stitched me back up, it was an obvious mark of their mistakes."

Jason looked at me differently and it put me on edge, it was like he suddenly didn't see me as an adult, but a mother. Sadly that would change- I never thought of myself a mom, or even a good parent.

"I spent some time with my child. But he never left the hospital, he was very ill from the start, and it wasn't long until he died… He never even knew what the sun looked like, and he never took enough breaths to learn how to speak. He was still my baby though, and after I lost him I never could bring myself to move on."

I mulled it over once more, and put comparison into my life and Pamela's. Even though I never got my child home, I always wanted him to have a good life, and in the respective way of looking at that, so did Pam.

She had kept Jason safe all that time, and until she took him to the lake, Jason must've been quite happy to be with his mother. She was so hung up over Jason's supposed death that she had taken to killing people off. I doubt I ever would've taken it that far, but my life had felt so empty without my child. Both of us never had a man to help us either, it was reported that Pamela showed up in this town alone and never said anything about the man who knocked her up.

I think Jason understood that much, but that didn't stop him from being a monster. It didn't stop Pamela from being a murderer and it didn't stop me from being a victim. Then again, what kind of victim would share her life with her captor? Shit… A victim with Stockholm syndrome would! I was dirty and ill and had Stockholm syndrome… This would not be the easiest thing to deal with whilst all on my own. I had to get free.

The problem was that I think Jason saw that glint of human hope in my eyes and he didn't like that at all. He smashed into the side of the cabin again, trying to rattle my cage big time, but this time I was ready, and against all my nerves I stayed still, which annoyed him quite a lot. He thrashed out again, and I ignored him, he tried to make this strange sort of growling noise, almost like he wanted to yell at me, and although it was easy to admit I was more scared than before, I ignored him. But that didn't mean he was going to go away that quickly.

Jason Voorhees was the type who persevered until he was allowed to get what he wanted.

So long as I never gave him the satisfaction, he would continue to wear himself out on trying to scare me.


Lovable Authors Note: Oh! i know i've copied like another scene from the remake, but whatever! ALSOI know i said 17 chapters but whilst writing i realized i could just skip some of the less important stuff so two chapters have been cut, leaving us with just... uhm- hold on let me counts on my fingers, 17... 16... 15! i did it! we now only have 15 chapters and the bonus chapter if i feel up to writing it by then. Review me please you adorable people!