Hello, everyone! Welcome to my first chapter of the new year.

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season. One of my goals this year is to make an even larger impact in the world of writing. This will of course start with spending more time on my stories.

I wish for all my readers to achieve the goals they set for this year. You can do anything you set your mind to.

Happy reading!

Every day with Dawn helped Jason discover new feelings for a human being. Sparing her life, which was a big motion on his part, was not sufficient anymore. It may have been her innocence, her desire to be protected, or just that she cared for him more than anybody ever had. Whatever the case, Jason did not want to remain a hardened soul with no affection whatsoever.

This child was unique. She needed him. And if the killer had to increase his ruthlessness in general, to show that having Dawn did not make him weak, so be it. His reputation was only important so he could always inflict fear upon every other person. No reason existed to care about anything else humanity may think.

There emerged a conflict about what to do. Compassion was never his area of knowledge, not since the days past when he would bask in the warmth of his mother's love. Actually giving someone else a token of affection, and not being rejected in return, had never happened to him before.


The answer did finally arrive one day when Jason was down in the tunnels. He had been busy "sorting" through the piles of corpses, so to speak. This was only to clear away room for new victims.

Some of the dead were there so long that their remains were of skeletons. Others had dried blood packed around their life threatening wounds. Trails of this blood still lingered upon the ground, leading up to where Jason had stashed the carcasses.

The killer came upon this solution of affection, after tossing aside a dead teenager and coming across one underneath. The glimmer around this victim's neck caught Jason's attention. He ripped off her head with an effortless snap to retrieve the new item. Her lifeless stare landed next to a bicycle propped up against the wall.

Holding it up to the light descending from above, Jason studied the necklace, which held more value than he would have understood. The very real diamonds cast their shine upon the death all around.

Even if Jason knew the meaning diamonds had to humans, he would not have cared. The only thought that entered his mind was that it was nice and shiny, a perfect gift for Dawn. His mother had worn an accessory similar to this, so females must like such things.

Jason pocketed the necklace to give to the child once he was done with his hoard.


Dawn had seated herself at the piano, her wrapped ankle positioned just above the floor. She examined the dusty keys in a row before her. It was rather strange that she had been here quite awhile and hadn't taken too much notice of the instrument. At least, not since Jason had used it to play an honorable melody for his mother.

Dawn figured her paying attention now was a result of her injury. It wasn't like she could go exploring outside, so why not find new ways of entertainment that were inside?

After a few minutes of contemplation, Dawn began playing. The movement of her hands upon the keys felt so natural. The soothing notes rose up from the piano and soared throughout the room, even heading outside for all the woods to hear. The beauty produced by Dawn took over the sense of despair creeping out from every corner.

The child herself became amazed by this. She stopped for just a moment, her tender face wandering into the past. Dawn did remember how her mother had taught piano lessons to children of the town. So it did make sense that Dawn was also taught this musical skill.

Obviously, Mr. Peterson did not think highly of Dawn learning anything "beautiful." He demanded persistently that his wife stop this silliness before she became too soft.

Was there really a reason for this? It wasn't like he was dragging the girl outside and making her play sports like a boy either. Well, maybe he didn't know what he wanted, except that Dawn couldn't be too happy.

Back to the present, the child had to smile at this. It was more of a smile of relief than anything else. Her father's efforts had been in vain, since she remembered the music so fluently.

Dawn resumed the playing, soon becoming so entranced that soft singing came forth from her lips. She breathed the voice of an angel with every word. The fact that she hadn't been taught how to sing made this miracle even stronger.

She unknowingly paused every force present, including a particularly powerful one at the door.


Jason had heard these sounds from Dawn before he made his way up out of the tunnels and into the room. This turned into a new source of unfamiliarity for him. Jason of course had heard singing before, and it had always been another thing that brushed off him.

But, as Voorhees viewed the girl play and sing out her melody, the beauty struck the rigid heart within him. He had to stop, if only for a brief time, to become transfixed at another angelic performance by his child.

Quickly enough, he took a giant step forward, which led to a reaction over at the piano. Dawn glanced over and realized that she had a witness to her playing. The beautiful tenor diminished right then.

She jerked her hands away, clutching them to her lap, while noticeably blushing. Dawn didn't look directly at him as she spoke timidly.

"Sorry, Jason. I…I didn't know you were here."

Throughout her life, Dawn had maintained a shyness while performing. Such acts, as singing and playing instruments, she mainly did to generate happiness within herself, to cope with all the pain no child should feel.

Noticing Jason at the door was so unexpected for her and made the embarrassment quite stronger. Her stare descended past the piano and at every wrap of her bandage.

Dawn sensed Jason stopping behind her, his power just a little unnerving during the child's timidity. She had no idea that Voorhees was inwardly processing how to say beautiful to her and then deciding on the best way.

He cupped Dawn's chin with one hand and turned her head gently, so she could see what he was holding in the other. A new feeling instantly entered her, one of pure excitement.

Jason was holding a diamond necklace. Its gems matched the sparkle in Dawn's eyes.

"Is that for me?" she breathed, her voice shining like a star.

In response, Jason put the necklace around the child's neck, clasping it behind her. In less than a second, Dawn was cradling the jewelry in her tiny hand, wondering in amazement where he had found this. The girl understood how much this was worth, but the price in money meant nothing. This was a gift from her Jason. That's what was important.

"Thank you, Jason," she said. "I'll never take it off."


Crystal Lake had always been a small town, having nothing fancy, nor huge. The only form of advertisement around was the dark legend of Voorhees, and that the town had never wanted. The loyal townsfolk resided in simplicity for many years. Always respect their ruler and warn newcomers to do the same.

Of course, there had to be an exception. This exception lived way out of town, amongst a rolling landscape of gorgeous trees and meadows. A very long cobblestone driveway wound through the scenery and up to a mansion that overshadowed Crystal Lake.

This three-story building was neither part of the town or camp. It possessed an area of luxury all its own. The property belonged to the Garfield family, whose members had constantly been the wealthiest in the eastern US region.

Past the flowing fountains and towering statues, there was a particular room behind the mansion's Tudor style. It currently held a young man who had every possession he could have wanted surrounding him. Instead, he had his eyes glued to something on the computer screen.

He was Jory Garfield, worth more, in money anyway, than any person in the state. Not to mention he also used the endless cash more than the rest of his family. Though it was quite sad that the purpose was disturbing, to say the least.

The scenes on Jory's computer, which intrigued him so much, were also alarming. Even the most rebelling of souls would show disgust at this "interest."

"Jory!"

The voice of a child called to him from downstairs. Jory switched off the computer and brushed back his thick hair. He was not upset in the slightest about being interrupted, since the interruption was his 7-year-old sister, Amber.

"I'm coming," he called back.

No matter how normal his mood was, Jory's voice had a sinister touch to it every time. It didn't intimidate all the girls that were drawn to his good looks, good wealth, and confident personality, however.

Jory made his way through the vast hallways and down the carpeted staircase. When he found Amber, she was seated on one of their many sofas, her excited stare directed at the plasma TV in front of her. The little girl right away sensed her big brother and jumped up to greet him.

"Hi, Jory. I was wondering if you would play games with me."

Jory responded with one of his coy smiles.

"Sure. But first, I would like to give you something."

Amber began dancing in anticipation, her velvet dress flowing.

"Oh yeah! What is it?"

Jory walked over to her, that smile of his still there. He kept admiring that green dress she wore, given to the child by their mother. Jory and Amber's parents were never exactly "there for them," so they showered the two with riches to make up for it.

Amber, of course, packed that innocence of not paying attention to price in dollars. Everybody held an infinite value in her eyes.

"You know precisely what it is," Jory answered the girl's question in a mock scolding manner.

His sister's dark brown eyes lit up with a bit of uncertainty. She did know what it was, though wished it could have been something else. Amber would have said no, if Jory didn't assure her that she liked it.

"Okay. But afterwards I want to play a Mario game."

Jory nodded. Oh, he loved it that his parents trusted him so much to baby-sit Amber on a constant basis.

"Agreed."