Sorry for the wait, midterms were a beeyotch.
Disclaimer- *sobbing* I don't own iiiittt! *falls dramatically*
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Patrick stood next to his car in disbelief. Had he really just been bested by his sister? Did he really not realize he had been so low on gas on his way to the camp? His eyes narrowed. Or maybe she had the masked freak siphon his gas for this exact reason. He had a hunch that she didn't tell him why she wanted him to steal the gas from his car…just so they would end up talking eventually.
Very tricky, Allison… He thought to himself, trying to ignore his irritation.
Patrick leaned back against his truck, pondering the situation. He wanted to believe her when she said Voorhees wasn't as dangerous as he thought, but he couldn't. The man had broken her hands, terrorized her, and probably scarred her for life. As her brother, it was practically verbatim for him to be so protective of her. He told her himself, she was the only sister he was going to get. And if need be, he would protect her with his life. He'd be damned if he let that Voorhees kill her.
He couldn't lie to himself that he wasn't curious as to what Allison had talked about with the masked freak. He wondered. And wondered. Allison mentioned that he had been isolated at the lake for some twenty years, and Patrick assumed she knew that because they'd talked about it. He shook his head furiously. It irritated him to no end that he didn't know about it.
Quickly glancing at the watch on his wrist, he saw it had gotten very late. It was much too late to even bother trying to make his way through the dense woods. And all of the gas stations were probably shut down for the night anyway. So, he opened up the truck bed, and lifted up the bottom of it revealing a separate compartment. He pulled out the blanket stored in it, re-closed the truck bed, clambered inside his truck, and got comfortable.
He was about to doze off when his dark eyes caught track of a tall, ominous figure stalking toward the cabin Allison had gone into. Patrick knew it was Voorhees, as it lumbered along with some sort of confidence and sureness in its gait. He could sense the power that Voorhees held in his form, imagining the ground shaking with his every step to the cabin.
Then, Patrick's rage boiled and he began to see red.
He was going inside the cabin! Inside! Where his sister was! Patrick fumed, watching as the dark form entered the cabin. As the door opened and then shut seconds later, he saw a brief glimpse of Allison greeting Jason with a warm smile.
Patrick hastily threw the truck door open, slamming it against the side of the truck. He wrapped the blanket around his body for warmth, aware of how quick it got cold in the woods at night. He ran over to the cabin, stopping beside a window. He silently peered into it, watching them with scrutiny.
Allison was lying on the bed, looking ready for slumber. She'd swapped her day clothes for her pajamas. She was now wearing a lilac tank top and tight black yoga pants that went to her knees. Patrick growled low. Was she insane? Showing that much skin to him?! Upon further inspection of her clothing, he even noticed she was not wearing her bra. God, it was like she was asking him to rape her, practically throwing her body out there. Patrick could understand that she was probably blinded by her feelings to realize the danger she'd possibly be facing. But he could not hold back his fury.
Sure, the police had investigated through the cases of Voorhees' victims and none had been raped, but none had lasted as long as Allison had. For all he knew, Voorhees was waiting for the opportune moment. Wait until she trusted him completely - which it seemed she did - and then unexpectedly turn on her. It disgusted him. He knew it was just waiting to happen.
He was studying Criminal Justice at the local community college in Brookdale. In his Serial Killers and Rapists course, they'd recently discussed common traits and characteristics of rapists. They weren't typically insane - just psychologically messed up and had personality disorders. He wasn't sure if Voorhees had a personality disorder but if you went around killing people and stalking them, it sure seemed like it. Excessive anger…desiring revenge against people who come to Crystal Lake, More characteristics, Patrick mused.
No previous records of rape or not, he was not about to let it happen on his watch. He'd kill Voorhees where he stood before it even began.
Patrick continued to watch Allison and Voorhees through the window. He watched their every move, their every gesture and expression. If Voorhees was going to make a move, he had to see it before it happened. He would stay up all night, even while Allison slept if he had to. Patrick wondered since the masked killer was capable of communication like a normal human, what else was human-like about him? Did he eat? Did he bathe? Wait. No. That was obvious he didn't…his appearance was atrocious and filthy. Did he sleep at all? He would find out tonight, he assumed.
If he survived the night, he would be sure to give the newly found information he learned, just by observing him for one night, to the police. Maybe, somehow, the information could help the police find a way to kill Voorhees forever, never to return. Never to walk again. Never to terrorize people again. And be far, far, far, away from his sister.
Feh. Talk to him. Allison was truly something else. Probably a little crazy, but still his sister. Sure, she had good intentions…she longed for him to see that Voorhees wasn't "as bad as he seemed" but Patrick wanted nothing to do with it. What would he talk about with Voorhees? He was a psychotic, merciless, violent serial killer! Maybe ask what his favorite way to kill was? Which victim was his favorite? No way. Not even if Allison forced them to sit down and have a chat, he wouldn't speak to Voorhees. Not a damn word.
Focusing back on Allison now, he found her lying in the bed underneath the sheets. The killer's monstrous form sat on the edge of the bed, his head was cocked in her direction. Allison was apparently asking him a question or trying to make conversation as her mouth moved animatedly. His masked head nodded up and down, answering her question. It continued, rotating between question and answer.
Unless Patrick couldn't see from this angle, as Voorhees' back was to him, Allison was asking 'yes' or 'no' questions. How did they actually communicate? Did Voorhees' actually speak? Did he write to her?
Patrick's dark eyes narrowed in hatred all of a sudden. He was frustrated with the trust she had for the killer. How could this have happened?
Madder than ever before now, his hands banged against the wall of the cabin, out of a bad habit that developed in his early childhood. His action didn't go unnoticed as he heard Allison fall quiet. Realizing his mistake, he quietly peered inside the cabin, to see Allison staring straight at him.
He silently watched as Allison spoke some quick words to Jason, who then left the cabin. Patrick heard footsteps coming his way and froze instantly. The hairs on his skin stood pin straight up. He slowly turned his head, seeing the masked serial killer standing before him. The two males stared at each other wordlessly. Patrick looked into the black holes of Voorhees' hockey mask, an endless void of no emotion. As quick as he had come, Voorhees walked away, into the deep darkness of the woods.
Patrick let out his held breath, grasping at his chest, "Fuck…"
He glanced back at the window to see Allison giving him a glare and the "come here" motion with her finger. Patrick sulked his way into the cabin, not thrilled he'd been caught and nearly died.
As soon as he opened the door, Allison yelled at him, her arms crossed over her chest. "What. The. Hell. Are you doing?"
"Nothing…?" He replied, trying to be aloof as he closed the door behind him.
"Oh, yeah? Sure didn't look like nothing." She deadpanned.
Patrick knew Allison wasn't going to give it up and decided to just admit it. "Alright…I was...spying on you and Voorhees."
She raised a thin brow, "Why…?"
"Because I was curious…and being protective of you."
"Patrick, how many times do I have to tell you, I don't need you to protect me! Besides, if you wanted to know what we were talking about, you could have just come inside and joined us."
"I don't want to talk to Voorhees, Allison, I already told you that."
"You didn't have to talk to him! You could have just ignored he was there for all I care!" She readjusted her sitting position, fluffing her pillow. "Why do you refer to him as Voorhees? You can call him Jason, like I do."
"I'd rather not," He said, grabbing a box of crackers and pulling out a handful to eat. "First name formalities are for people who are close together, associates…I'm neither of those with him and I refuse to be."
She huffed, "I don't understand why you are so adamant against speaking to him."
"You probably never will. We have different minds, Allison. You have...feelings…for him and I would like to kill him. Different sides of the spectrum, different points of view."
"That doesn't mean you can't change. Everyone has the ability to change." She reasoned softly.
"I don't want to change."
Her jaw fell open, slack, and unsure of how to respond. A moment of silence fell between the siblings. Patrick munched on the crackers as he stood in the center of the room. The silence was brief though, as Allison spoke again.
"Can I ask something of you?"
Patrick groaned internally, fully aware of what she planned to ask. "Sure…"
"Can you at least try?" She pleaded, giving him the same look she had earlier. "Just once…try to talk to Jason…understand him. It would mean a lot to me, Patrick. If you feel unsafe, or you find nothing to talk about, you can walk away from him."
He sighed, thinking it over. It really was a lot that she was asking of him, not to mention dangerous as hell. But then he remembered she was weaker and more vulnerable than he was. Then again, Voorhees' had formed some sort of a relationship with her, less likely to attack. Mulling it over, through and through, Patrick realized she would never stop asking until he finally gave in. So he did.
"Okay. I'll talk to him." At this, Allison flashed a wide smile, teeth, gums and all. "But don't expect anything to happen from me having a conversation with the guy."
"I won't. Truly. Thank you, Patrick." She smiled.
Patrick returned the gesture with his trademark goofy grin. Allison yawned, covering her mouth politely. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second, reopening a moment later.
"You're tired." He stated simply, taking this as his reason to leave. "I'll go now. Sleep well Allison."
Patrick walked to the door, opening it. He watched as she settled into the bed, getting into a comfortable position. As he shut the door quietly, he heard her murmur 'goodnight'.
After shutting the door, Patrick faced the rest of the camp, gazing at the lake before him. The shining white moon sparkled brightly on the water, the reflection appearing on the mountains. He spotted a few trout splashing around near the center of the lake as well. In the not so far distance, Voorhees stalked through the trees. Idly waiting for the time to pass, Patrick guessed. Allison had probably told him to come back after a certain amount of time.
Patrick watched Voorhees trudge through the trees, in an almost pacing manner. He walked in a pattern, passing one large oak and then striding to a tall thin spruce, repeating the cycle.
By some strange and compelling feeling, he slowly took small steps off of the cabin stairs. Patrick walked toward the forest, a sense of dread and foreboding fear filling his mind. As he neared closer, Voorhees eventually noticed his approach, halting the sequence. Patrick gulped audibly. He was now, mere feet from the killer. One wrong move and his life could be at stake. He had nothing to defend himself with. They once again only stared at each other, the tension thick in the air.
Swallowing hard, Patrick cleared his throat. He came over this way with a reason and he was – against his better judgment – not leaving without doing it.
Shaking in fear, his mouth opened to speak pitifully stuttered words. "U-uh…Al-Allison and I are d-d-done talking n-now…if you w-wanted to…go b-back."
Voorhees gave no acknowledgement that he understood, which only continued to scare the shit out of Patrick. He remained as silent and imposing as ever.
They stood there in the ominous quiet of the night. Patrick could hear his own breath heavily escaping his mouth. But, if he listened hard enough, he could hear Voorhees' slowly breathing as well. It was just barely audible and Patrick was scared out of his mind when he heard it. How the hell could he be breathing? He wasn't alive!
Clearing his throat again, he choked out, "S-so…I-uh…am going to go now…eheh…"
Laughing awkwardly, he turned and ran-walked to his truck. He opened and shut the door, fearfully locking it. Looking out the rear window of the truck, he saw Voorhees lumbering back to the cabin. He watched as the killer entered the cabin and turned the lights off.
Settling into the driver's seat and making himself comfortable once again, Patrick's eyes locked onto the cabin window. The room was dark, but he was still able to see a monstrous form lurking inside. He didn't feel right, letting his sister stay in the same space, but he made himself forget about it. At least for now. Closing his eyes, he drifted off into slumber.
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The next morning when Patrick awoke, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. It was strange to him, as the camp was known for death. He sat up, and let out a strained groan. His back ached from the stiff seat.
To say he was excited for what was going to occur today was a complete lie. Yes, he did want to get the hell off of the campgrounds. But, he was not thrilled to leave his sister alone with a murderous psycho. Nor was he happy about the fact that his sister wanted him to talk to said psycho.
Glancing out of the windshield of his truck and toward the cabin, he saw movement inside. It was dark inside, preventing him from seeing who it was. Averting his eyes to the sky, he found it was still fairly early in the morning. The sun looked as if it had only risen a half hour ago. It couldn't have been more than eight in the morning.
His stomach growled, and Patrick laid a hand across his middle. Unwrapping himself from the blanket, he tossed it into the passenger seat. He opened the truck door and stepped onto the ground. Patrick took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air. Then, he walked to the cabin and stopped before the wooden door. He took another deep breath for extra measures.
He quietly knocked on the door, and waited for a response. A loud scuffling sound was heard from inside. A few seconds later, a yawn was let loose. He heard Allison ask Voorhees a question and then she called his name.
"Patrick?" She said.
Patrick heard the lumbering steps of the killer come to the door. He immediately stiffened, and answered his sister. "Yeah, it's me. I just woke up…can I have some of your food?"
"Yes, you can come in." She responded, yawning once more.
Patrick gulped nervously, knowing Voorhees was right by the door. He gently turned the knob of the door and slid it open. Allison was sitting upright in the bed, and just as he suspected, Voorhees was standing not more than two feet from the open door.
"Good morning," Allison chirped, outstretching her arms to the ceiling.
He mumbled a 'morning' back to her, heading toward the pile of food in the corner. He planned to grab something and get the hell out. Patrick picked up a box of cereal, poured himself a bowl and milk to go with it. He also got a spoon, proceeding to turn around and walk to the door again.
Halfway to the door, Allison called to him again. "Where are you going?"
Shit, he thought, I was so close.
"Uh…I'm going to go eat in my car."
"Why not eat in here?" She asked.
"I-uh…want to look at the lake…" He replied, trying to make it as convincing as possible.
Allison gave him a strange look, "You can see the lake from here."
"Better view?"
She frowned this time. "Patrick, I hope you're not trying to get out of what we discussed. I know you have to get gas for your car but I'd like you do that thing first."
Damnit.
"O-okay. I guess…I'll eat first and then do that."
Patrick's eyes nervously shifted to Voorhees, still ominously in the same place. He gave no indication he knew what they were referring to. Patrick continued to head for the door, carefully opening it, mindful of the bowl of cereal in one hand. He perched himself on the cabin steps, munching on the sugary coated morsels.
It was an hour later when Patrick stood up from the cabin steps. He had decided to get it over with, as Allison would never let go, if he didn't. Either it could go well or it could go bad. He could live or he could die. 50/50. If he didn't go through with it, he would be trapped by his guilt by breaking a promise to his sister.
He thought it to be strange if he went into the cabin just to ask Voorhees to come outside and talk, and so he waited until the hulking giant came to him. Or at least outside. He didn't want Allison to be present for the upcoming awkward confrontation. If anything, she could take charge in a way he did not want it to go.
Patrick hoped that he would not be waiting long. He wanted to be done with it already and head out for gas so he could go home.
Suddenly, the cabin door swung open and out lumbered Voorhees. Patrick nearly jumped up. The door closed once more, and Voorhees slowly came down the steps. He gave Patrick a quick questioning side-glance, making his way to the forest.
Patrick stood, cautiously chasing after him. "H-Hey, wait!" He called, his voice wavering.
At the edge of the trees, Voorhees stopped and turned, facing Patrick. Patrick also ceased his walking, falling several feet away. They stood for a few seconds just staring at each other again; Patrick's thought process frozen, and completely forgetting what he had planned. Voorhees was more than likely only lingering for a reason why he was being halted.
When Patrick finally managed to regain his composure, he raised his right hand up, giving a slight wave and a grin. He mentally slapped himself immediately after. He is a serial killer, Patrick! Jesus, what the hell were you thinking? Patrick righted himself, standing up straight and looking serious.
"S-so…uh…" He coughed, clearing his throat. He'd better just say it before anything else. "Allison wanted me to talk to you."
Voorhees stiffened at that. Keeping a close watch on the hand that held the machete, Patrick saw his grip had tightened, though still at ease by his side. He didn't respond, prompting Patrick to scratch the back of his head awkwardly.
"O-kay..." Crap. There was something Allison told him about this…damnit. What was it? He gasped in sudden realization, muttering to himself, "So stupid…"
Still, Voorhees waited for something to respond to.
Alright. Let's try this again, Patrick thought to himself. "She uh- wants us to…er- be on better terms. So…if you aren't busy…or whatever…let's talk?"
Still silence. He did get a response though. Voorhees nodded, ever so slightly, that Patrick almost missed it. He began to turn and stride over to the lakeside, taking a seat in the sand. Patrick was going to question it, but decided to simply see what was going on. He sat down across from Voorhees, uneasy of being this near in proximity.
As they sat there, Patrick had the slightest feeling they were being watched from a certain cabin window. He tried to ignore it.
"Did Allison tell you she wanted us to be 'friends'?" He began, hoping it was a decent conversation starter. At least one you could have with a serial killer.
Voorhees didn't react instantly, seeming as though he had to process it thoroughly. Seconds later, his hand dropped to the sand, and began to write. When he finished, his hand fell to his side again. Patrick leaned over to read it, noticing it to be no more than nearly illegible chicken scratch.
Yes. Allison wish for us to not fight.
Patrick was in complete awe. Not only was he sitting on the ground next to a serial killer, he was talking to him! It was unbelievable. Patrick could only imagine this was how Allison felt, experiencing this for the first time. Now that he was actually doing it…he wondered what else he could learn. The first step in doing that was gaining his trust by making amends.
"So, you remember when we first met? I found Allison by her car and you were…choking her..." He tried to hold back the anger that rose up. "And I attacked you?"
Patrick saw Voorhees' massive hands clench, as he obviously remembered it.
"L-look I'm…I'm sorry about that. I was just being a protective brother. But I guess you got your revenge back at the hospital when you in return knocked me out against the wall…C-can we come to a truce?"
Voorhees threw him a confused look, and so Patrick elaborated. "You know, an agreement. No more fighting one another. She wants us to be…acquaintances or friends…or something."
Voorhees' hand went to the sand again.
only if you leave.
Patrick squinted at the drawn words. Huh? "What is that supposed to mean? You mean leave the camp?"
Yes.
"Well, yeah! I don't have any intention of staying here. But first I have to get gas for my truck and come back with it. Then, I will leave."
And you will not come back.
Patrick grimaced, "H-hey come on! I have to come back at some point. Allison is eventually going to run out of food and supplies and I have to support her."
She will not die.
Yeah, maybe not by starvation, but your hands, he thought angrily. "Look, man, she can't survive on only the wilderness out here. I don't know if you eat or anything but she needs the nutrients for her body!"
You will not return to this place or I will kill you
Patrick flinched, his heart racing now. Shit, shit, shit, okay. This conversation is going downhill extremely fast. Gotta keep him calm.
He took a deep breath, relaxing himself. "Okay…uh…Jason." Voorhees' eyes flickered up to him in a rage. "Allison is my sister and I would do anything to protect her. Even do this. She needs me to come and bring her things. Be reasonable. If you won't allow me to help her it won't be beneficial to her health. Her hands, for one. How will her hands heal properly if I can't get them to her because of you?"
Jason's blue eyes glanced down at the sand in thought. Patrick knew he was weighing the options.
After a few moments, Patrick spoke again. "And I uh-I'm not sure if I'm allowed to tell you this, but Allison told me she likes you."
The masked man stared at Patrick in confusion once more. He was utterly dumbstruck, the mask void of comprehension.
Oh for fuck's sake…he doesn't know what that means? Don't tell me I gotta…damnit!
"You don't know what that means do you?"
No.
Patrick internally groaned. He sighed, trying to word it so Jason would understand. "When a girl says she likes you it means she likes you." When Jason gave no indication of understanding, he continued. "She like likes you. You know…a crush? Like she has romantic feelings for you."
Jason finally showed some signs of apprehension. But, it was not the response Patrick was looking for. Or what he was expecting. Jason stood up and in an unlike him manner, quickly walked to the dense woods. Patrick could only keep track of him for five seconds.
O-kay…?
Patrick assumed that Jason left to sort through his emotions. He'd done the same thing when Kate told him she loved him. Of course, she was lying.
Getting to his feet, Patrick headed for the cabin. When he opened the door, Allison was struggling to open a jar of jelly. He laughed at her, earning himself a deadly glare. She held it out for him, begging for the lid to be removed. He took it from her hands, seeing ingredients for a PB&J sandwich laid out.
As he took of the lid, she began to talk. "So…how'd it go?"
"Huh?"
"The talk with Jason," she said, a grin on her face.
His mouth fell to an 'o'. "I knew you were watching us!"
"No. I just had a feeling. And Jason always goes for his morning surveillance walk around this time. And he usually returns at this time and he hasn't, so I'm assuming…" She explained, fixing her sandwich.
He laughed again. He should have known. "Well…I'm not dead. So I guess that's a good thing."
"What did you talk about?"
"We made an agreement to not attack one another anymore. That and about how I have to keep returning to the camp to bring you supplies. He wasn't happy about that. But we ended up reasoning about it and talkingabouthowyouhaveacrushonhim."
Allison raised a brow as she was about to take a bite, "Repeat the last part? You said it really fast."
"I said…talkingabouthowyoulikehim."
Thinking it over in her head, she caught on to what he'd told her. Her brows furrowed and her cheeks turned red. She threw the sandwich at him a rage. "PATRICK!"
He held up his hands in defense, "Uh…"
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" She yelled, and Patrick could have sworn that Jason would have heard, no matter how far away he ventured.
Patrick flinched, "I'm sorry?"
"OH YOU'RE GOING TO BE!" She screeched, leaping on his back, hitting him with her hands.
They quarreled for a moment or two, intensifying the brother/sister relationship. He eventually pried her off and sat her down on the ground, a hold on her hands. "Stop it. You don't need to harm yourself now that you've begun to heal."
She growled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why would you say that to him! I was going to say it myself…" Her lower lip pouted.
"I really don't think it is such a big deal to turn into a whining child. I think that this is a great opportunity for you two."
"What do you mean?"
Patrick sat down next to her, leaning against the cabin wall. "Well…think of it this way. He now knows of your feelings, whether or not he is able to return them, this is perfect. I'm going to be leaving soon and I won't come back for maybe a few weeks with more supplies…leaving you alone with him again. You could – potentially – do anything you wanted."
Allison gazed up at her brother in awe. "Are…you saying that I should take advantage of this?"
"Of course. This is your chance to solidify your relationship with him." He reached behind, scratching his head again. This was so awkward.
She beamed, grinning widely. "So you support me through this then? You're okay with it?"
"While I'm not thrilled you are attracted to a serial killer, I can't make you stop. Do you ever wonder why he hasn't killed you yet?" Seeing her face grimace, he added, "I'm not trying to be morbid. I'm just asking. Don't you wonder? This might just be me…but to be honest, I think that he hasn't done away with you is because he too, feels something, Allison. Deep inside of that merciless murderer, is a twinge of emotion. And it is for you. I couldn't explain why he would, but if I were in his position it would be because you are, from a brother's perspective, a beautiful young woman, intelligent and the only person who has bothered to understand him."
Allison's cheeks involuntarily blushed at her brother's kind words. She suddenly leaned over and gave her brother the biggest bear hug in the world. He instantly wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you, Patrick." She whispered from his chest. Eventually, Patrick broke the hug, pulling his sister to her feet as he stood up.
"I have to go now. If I stay any longer before getting gas it will get too late and I will end up here for another night. Mom and Dad will freak out if I don't arrive at the house tonight." Allison nodded in agreement. "I shouldn't be out too long looking for the gas station…probably a few hours."
With that, Patrick gave her a quick wave and exited the cabin. She watched as he stopped to get something from his truck. Walking away, she saw him load bullets into a rifle. She knew it wasn't for Jason. The bears and wolves that were running around wouldn't be a problem with that weaponry…she just hoped he had enough bullets.
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Hours later, just as he had predicted, Patrick returned to the campgrounds with a gasoline can in his hand, along with the rifle, seemingly unused. Allison knew he was leaving in less than fifteen minutes, so she ran outside to bid him goodbye. They said their farewells and hugged one another again.
As Patrick was pouring the gasoline into his fuel tank, Allison brought up something that had been bothering her.
"He hasn't come back."
Patrick dipped his head in guilt. "I'm sure he hasn't."
"B-but why not? You don't think he got attacked do you?" She asked, her voice laced with anxiety and fear.
"No," he replied. "I'm sure he's fine, Allison."
"But it's been several hours! He's never been gone this long before!" She persisted.
Patrick sighed, finished with putting the gas in the tank. He set it in the truck bed, and shut the fuel tank door. "Allison, trust me. Jason is fine. Remember when I told you Kate said she loved me?"
She was in brief shock when she realized Patrick had actually called Jason by his first name, but remembered to respond and nodded.
"He's going through the same thing. Jason is trying to figure out what is going on, what he is thinking and feeling. He will probably be gone for a while. I guarantee he will return to the cabin tonight. I'm sure of that. But he needs his space right now and you gotta give it to him, otherwise you'll push him away. You can't push yourself onto him either. He needs to come to you. And he will…when he's ready. But Allison, you have to remember, we're talking about Jason Voorhees. He will without a doubt take longer to sort through things. Just be patient."
She softly smiled, making mental notes of his advice. Allison watched as Patrick got inside his truck and rolled down the driver's side window. "I'll be back in two or three weeks…maybe in the middle just in case you run out before I thought you would."
He leaned out the window and hugged her once more. "If there's anyone who can steal Jason Voorhees' undead heart, it's you, big sis." He winked playfully and gave her his goofy grin.
His foot pressed on the gas as he peeled out of the campgrounds. She heard him yell 'Love ya, Allison' as he drove away. She smiled, yelling back, "I love you too, Patrick!"
She stared as his truck plowed through the dense woods and continued to watch until she couldn't see him anymore. Letting out a small sigh, she glanced out to the woods where she guessed Jason was wandering. She wanted to see him desperately so they could talk, but she knew that patience was a virtue and followed her brother's advice. Allison turned, and walked back into the cabin, where she would wait for Jason to return.
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Again, sorry for the wait, as I said, midterms were just awful. The semester is winding down, so I'm going to be quite busy with final papers. Next month around the 8th, I have my finals and this hellish semester will be over. I've had terrible professors this semester. (Cue Futurama's Professor Farnsworth voice) Good news everyone, I am taking two classes over the summer, one beginning May 16th ending June 26th (ish) and another sometime in late July for the same amount of time. I will still be working and probably picking up more hours. I'm hoping it won't be a problem though!
ANYWAYYY, let me know what you guys thought of the chapter. I know it was mostly from Patrick's POV. It may or may not be the last time we see Patrick, too. Because, well, I'm not going to lie, but I have no idea where this story is going to end. It has evolved from what it was originally going to be, so as of now, I'm pretty much winging it.
Also, I cannot believe I haven't asked this yet, but if anyone would like to make fan art or a cover photo for Trapped that would be absolutely amazing. You can PM a link to me or email it to me via my email…. cgreenb4 at mason live . gmu . edu …Uh…take out the spaces and what not. If you get a response you did it right! XD
Oh lordy…this chapter is my favorite so far. I loved writing it and I hope you all enjoyed reading it :)
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