A/N~ I own nothing
Jason jerked as the whispers of his Mother suddenly intensified in strength and number. His hands went to his head and he squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. It increased until he was nearly doubled over, shaking as the onslaught continued. They abruptly cut off and he was left with blessed silence.
Jason shuddered and gingerly stood back up to his full height. He was left feeling empty and confused. What had happened? Was Mother angry with him? He began walking again, assuring himself that he'd always done what she asked, that he'd done nothing wrong.
Is she angry about the girl? Jason stopped in his tracks, stunned at the sudden thought that he would have to kill Maggie. He glanced down at the blade in his hand. Could he kill her? He imagined grabbing her and pressing the sharp edge to her throat… letting it fall, reaching out to pull her close, her hands sliding up his arms as she wrapped herself around him.
Jason felt a rush of warmth spread through his entire body, followed closely by cold fear. What was happening to him?
Maggie woke up with a jerk, coughing and gasping, still feeling the cold hands of Pamela Vorhees on her skin. She shook herself, trying to brush off the feeling of the dark water that had crushed her in the dream. With Pamela's words still echoing in her ears, Maggie stood up on wobbly legs and stumbled to the door. She tried the handle, but it was locked, as expected. She pressed her ear to the door, listening intently. Faintly she could hear bells tinkling, like the ones that prompted Jason stalk away earlier. She sighed, and slid down the door, hugging her knees to her chest. The "dream" was still vivid in her mind, especially the eyes of the little boy as he had sunk below the water. She felt her eyes prick at the thought of dying like that, alone, scared, and utterly helpless. She understood, on some level, why Jason did what he did. At the very least she could understand his fear of the water and his anger towards the ones that killed him. Maybe that's why he hasn't killed me, he thinks we're alike? Even Pamela seemed to think Jason wouldn't hurt her, though she wasn't sure how much trust she could put in the dead woman's words. Maybe I can just bide my time, wait for the right moment to escape? He can't keep me locked up forever…besides, It's not like I can hurt him, he's already dead…
Maggie thumped her head on the door, exasperated at how crazy her own thoughts sounded. She jumped when a faint vibration started in her back pocket. She quickly jerked her cell phone from its place, nearly sobbing when her Aunt's face lit up the screen. She swiped her finger across the cracked screen, when had that even happened? to answer the call. She pressed the phone to her face and exclaimed "Aunt Chris?!"
There was a gasp and shout over the line, followed by a sobbing "Thank God! Maggie, oh my god, are you okay?! Where are you!"
Maggie closed her eyes at the sound of her Aunt's voice, who was more her sister than her Aunt. They'd been very close ever since her parents divorced, and especially after her brother left the state. Aunt Chris has helped Maggie through the heartbreak. Both were disappointed in the way Maggie's family had handled her parent's split.
"I'm so sorry, I don't how this happe-" Maggie whispered, realizing she'd shouted in her excitement.
Her Aunt cut her off, saying "Do not apologize, just focus, tell me where you are, tell me how to help you." Maggie winced at the broken demand, and replied quietly "I can't, Aunt Chris, I can't. You don't understand what he is-" Her Aunt cut her off, again "Don't you start that, Maggie. I'm so close, and I've got back up, hell, I've got the entire police force in this county out looking" "What!? You're here?! Aunt Chris, please listen to me-"
"No, they made me leave, practically shoved me in the car, but if I can just get these idiots to turn around and take me back-"
Internally, Maggie felt a rush of relief. "…and we're more than prepared for this, you just need to guide us to you"
Maggie took a deep breath, realizing what she had to do, then broke down, sobbing. "Maggie?! What's going on? Are you okay?"
"No, no I'm not okay. I'm … I'm not getting out Aunt Chris, it's too late."
There was silence, then her Aunt's scared voice. "What do you mean it's too late?"
"I mean you'll never be able to find me, this place is too well hidden, and even if you do, you'll never make it back out again. He's not going to let me go, and he's already killed so many people. I'm not going to have people die trying to rescue me… and I'm hurt. It's bad."
"Maggie-"
"No, Aunt Chris, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let tell you anything, it's too late. Just let them get you out, don't turn around. There's no point, I'm not gonna make it."
Her Aunt's quiet crying rang in her ears. "I'm so sorry" she said, tears making her voice thick "I love you." She listened to her aunt take a deep breath, and whisper "I love you, too. But, Maggie, please-"
Maggie pulled the phone from her ear, and ended the call with shaking fingers.
The men charged through the woods, occasionally radioing in their positions to the other groups. They moved quickly, sacrificing silence for speed. Jason was completely silent, not even a beat from his long quiet heart to break the calm facade of his watch. But fury coursed through his body, among him itch. A twitch was the only sign before he was moving shifting through the woods, pulling behind a group of five men armed with shotguns and even a large axe. One man was lagging behind, and Jason quickly closed in on him, wrapping a hand around the man's mouth and jerking him backwards. The others continued on, not able to hear their comrade being plucked from the group, or even the snap when Jason wrapped his hands around the man's neck. They did, however, hear the whoosh of an axe come flying from the darkness and the thump and scream when it was embedded in their leader's back. The men skidded in the dirt, yells of alarm filling the air as they scattered away from the man thrashing on the ground. One man, Joe, spun around, pulling on his friend Mike's sleeve and releasing the safety on his gun, all the while yelling with fright. He smacked into a dark shape, and lost the grip on his gun, which clattered into the trees. He looked up to see a moon white mask, flecks of blood marring its surface. The masked man was holding Mike up by the neck, squeezing tightly as the smaller man kicked and struggled. "Shoot him! Shoot him!" Joe yelled. There was clicks and then several shots filled the air. Joe screamed in horror as the killer simply shifted Mike's body to catch the bullets. Then Mike's body was being flung on top of him. There were screams and a few more shots rang out while Joe struggled free from the bleeding form of his friend. He rolled to a kneeling position, and reached for the knife strapped to his leg, only to be stopped short when there was a burst of pain in his chest. He coughed, and looked down, coughing and clutching at his torso where a machete was buried. He fell to the side, and watched as Jason pried an axe from one of his friend's back. Joe's vision swam and faded while Jason lifted up the axe, the killer's gaze fixated on the blood dripping from the sharp blade. Jason dropped the tool, flinching away from it when it landed at his feet. He looked around at the destruction around him, feeling something prick at his mind as he took in the dying men around him. When the reassuring voice of his mother filled his mind, he greeted her with relief and let her whispers soothe the cold feeling in his chest, let them reignite the flame of anger, and let the fury wash away the sight of the light going out in the young men's eyes. He began to stalk away, only to pause and mechanically turn to scan the area. He then moved forward, retrieved his machete from where it lay buried, and disappear into the trees.
A/N~ Sorry for the delay, life gets in the way sometimes. Not exactly an uplifting chapter, but then it wouldn't be horror if it was.