Hola, mis amigos! I hope I haven't tested your patience with posting a new chapter. I've just recently moved and don't have a computer of my own yet. I have to wait and use my mom's or the library's.

You also might want to know that I'm thinking of writing my own Jason romance story. I know, there are so many out there, but I have fanfiction friends who have said that shoudn't stop me. So I plan on making it as original as possible and not disrespect Jason in any way. I'll keep you posted on its progress. My Jason X and survivors stories are almost done. I hope you'll like them when they're posted.

This chapter may seem short to some, which is why I posted the next chapter right away. Enjoy! XD

A new morning arrived, casting the resonating light of a fresh day. Chauncey was up and awake at the crack of dawn. He could do without much sleep when more important tasks were waiting to be finished. He strode along the forest edges, conducting his own patrol of the premises. Hunter was leading the way to pick up any scent that could mean danger.

A high volume beeping broke into his attention. Chauncey studied the radar and was ready to jump with excitement. He had programmed the device to search for the form of a child, so as not to annoy him with picking up every bird and squirrel out there.

A child was alive in this forest. He almost had to check twice to confirm. The officer sped in the direction his radar was telling him. Wherever the figure was, it was much farther than Chauncey had thought. He was heading into an unfamiliar part of the woods: way down near the southern boundary at least several miles from the camp.

Chauncey stopped to take a breath. He could run miles without getting tired, but this distance was ridiculous. Even his heart was probably surprised that it had to pump this hard.

A mountain road ran along one side of Chauncey. More beeping sounded, though this time it came from a car. A familiar voice called to him.

"Hey, Chauncey! What are you doing this far out?"

Officer Reeves saw his captain poking his head out of a police car. Birman's bald head shimmered in the sunlight. Chauncey walked over to the car. He held up his radar to explain.

"My radar detected the form of a child in these woods. I ran to follow its signal, and it led me way out here. I was believing that the form was that of the missing child, but I don't understand how she could possibly run this far."

Captain Birman shook his head. His eye caught Hunter panting heavily behind Chauncey. Officer Reeves and his dog packed the most endurance at running that he had ever seen. Most people Sean knew would have quit halfway back. He reverted back to the subject at hand.

"You must have been tracking a squirrel or something," Birman said without making it seem funny.

Chauncey never doubted his technological skills. This time, however, he looked at his radar with confusion.

"But I programmed it to only track the figure of a child. I made sure it didn't detect every animal out here."

"Never mind," Sean Birman changed the conversation as quickly as he could. "It's a good thing I caught you out here. I told everyone else at the station, and I know you weren't there to hear it."

Chauncey picked up from his captain's tone that the news wasn't good. Hunter sat down next to him like he had to hear it too.

"The FBI called me earlier today. We all have heard about the Springwood murders, most likely because there's evidence that it was our killer who committed them. Anyway, that crime spree puts Jason as a federal criminal, and only the FBI can handle the cases at this point. The force is solely responsible for prevention: nothing else."

Chauncey's hand tensed on the dog's head. He realized what this meant for his mission of finding the lost child.

"I can no longer search for the little girl. Is that right?" he asked, clearly peeved.

"That's right; I'm sorry to say," Birman responded. "I'm upset too that they won't let us do anything more. That's why I'm heading to the FBI headquarters now to work out something with them. I don't know how long I'll be. It probably depends on how stubborn these agents are. For the time being, Cameron is in charge."

Cameron. Chauncey was closer to the lieutenant than anyone and knew where the road to the future would now lead.

"You okay, Chauncey?" The captain had to ask this before leaving.

Officer Reeves nodded. He certainly wasn't all right about delaying his promise to Mrs. Peterson. Though he wasn't about to slow progress down even more with an argument.

He watched his captain drive off down the mountain road for Virginia. Chauncey took his time walking back to the farmhouse. Along the way, for some reason, he took out a miniature camera and secured it to a tree. The camera would automatically take a picture of anything of a minimum height that went by. It may not have been much, but Chauncey felt like it was better than nothing.

Jason was on his way back to where he had murdered those RV humans. Not to revisit the crime; he didn't have time for that when there were so many other lives waiting to be destroyed. His intent was rather to collect all the food that his victims had left behind.

He already had cleared the hunters' campsite of what they had packed. The purpose of Jason's gathering was to give all the food to Dawn. Before, he had no use for human items, but now that he had a child living with him, at least people were dying with some sort of purpose.

The killer neared the clearing and immediately sensed something was wrong. He did not pick up the death that consumed the area before. Jason pushed through the bushes into emptiness. He jerked his head around, not understanding what he was seeing. Which was nothing, except for a few traces of dried blood.

No RV, none of those four dead humans, nothing. It all had disappeared.

The reason enraged every part of Jason. More humans had arrived and taken away the dead of their kind. Trespassers had cleaned up without him knowing. How was that possible? Any person entering these parts was never undetected.

Jason would make sure that this did not happen again. He headed down to his massive storage of traps: traps of various sizes and strengths for catching all kinds of human intruders. He took all of them hanging in rows and placed them into a burlap bag.

Jason moved about his whole territory, stopping to set a trap in every well hidden area. In the more open places, he concealed a trap by covering it with leaves and grass until it blended into the surroundings.

Once done, he stood on a hill, surveying all that he ruled. He had the bags of food for Dawn near him. He viewed the house where his child was staying while he completed his deadly errands. Jason had not seen those responsible for interfering with his RV victims. Escaping their fates meant that they had defiled him.

Well, just wait. With his traps placed everywhere throughout the forest, he dared them to come back. And he knew they would. Humans just loved to toy with their bloody destinies.

Dawn was seated at the kitchen table, writing down a list of signs to teach Jason. She had jotted down the sign that she had just taught him last night, so she wouldn't forget. She pushed her chair back and scanned the list with the studiousness of a teacher. The girl had knowledge of the English language exceeding that of most children her age. In fact, Dawn possessed a reading level two grades higher than what she was in.

With her very patient, non-judgmental personality and academic skills, she would make the perfect teacher for Jason. Especially now where she believed that she was no longer a possible victim. At least, that's what her heart was telling her.

Jason stomped into the house a little while later. It was impossible for Dawn to mistake him for anybody else. He was good at making his presence known during the times where he wasn't hunting. He appeared behind the child and tossed some bags on the floor. She turned and noticed three or four of them. Dawn had no reason to ask where he had found them.

She returned her head back to the list. The girl understood that he was bringing her whatever food was inside the bags. Any remembrance Jason held of survival enlightened him to humans eating a few times a day. Dawn was no different, so he knew to collect any food he could find.

It was quiet for a few moments. Dawn resumed her list of signs. Out of nowhere, Jason was right behind her and wrapped his hands around her shoulders. Her body gave a slight jump before her face lit up.

"Jason," she said cheerily. "Must you sneak up on me like that?"

She lifted one of her hands and touched his fingers. The small girl didn't have to reach far because Jason's hands covered her whole shoulders and upper arms. She saw him looking wonderingly at the list on the table.

"I was writing down more signs that I could teach you to help us talk to each other better," Dawn explained. "See?"

She held the paper up and pointed out some things.

"This is the one for talking about Princess that I showed you last night. And here's one for telling me to stay somewhere in case you need to do some grown-up stuff."

The sign was of his hands pushing on her gently.

"If you think of anything else, you can write…"

She paused, realizing that if Jason couldn't read, he probably couldn't write either. She gave a sympathetic sigh. Dawn hoped the giant touching her wasn't feeling shame again. There was no need to feel that way, no matter what.

The child stood up and turned her head, resting her chin on one of Jason's hands.

"Would you like to learn how to write too?" she inquired of him.

Jason stared into Dawn's expectant sapphire eyes: such breathtaking windows into a soul of pure innocence. He was given the chance of knowledge being renewed into a life otherwise dominated by murder. His hands were feeling peaceful touching the lavender tee that she was wearing. They trembled in: perhaps excitement?

Dawn waited until she saw him nod. She took the pencil and held it out to Jason. When he took hold of the instrument, she warmly guided his fingers into the right positions. Complacency unusual for Jason formed. He allowed her to move his hand in the motions of writing along the paper. Dawn helped him to write five letters spelling out a familiar name.

"There's your name," she declared with such happiness. "J. A. S. O. N."

Jason cocked his head at the word he had just created. It may have seemed so simple, but writing his own name was something he never thought he'd do ever again. Dawn guided him through putting down her name next to his. Then she helped him with some more words that she thought up on the spot.

This lesson was only the beginning of more to come.