A/N: Thank you for the positive response! Here's the next chapter, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Friday the 13th. The only thing I own is my character Jane.
As the rain continued to fall down, becoming heavier and so thick that she couldn't hardly see in front of her, JJ heard a twig snap from behind her. Instinctively her head snapped in the direction it had came. Biting her bottom lip as she got lost in thought, someone else was still in the woods with her and she was completely soaked to the bone, there was no way she was going to come out of this in one piece. That still didn't stop her from giving survival a try, she'd come this far, maybe she'd come out all right. Slowly standing up, Jane grabbed onto a nearby tree and clung on for support, she was going to try and see who exactly was out here on a night like this. Squinting through the rough rain, the redhead eased herself from tree to tree, trying to keep it together as she went.
Who was out here? And why had they killed the two who were after her? Maybe this land was someone's property? Yeah, that would make a lot of sense. Perhaps she could make a deal with them and apologize. She really didn't mean to cause much trouble, although the last situation she was in putting her straight into trouble. Sighing quietly to herself, her red hair sticking to her neck and face, trudging through the woods in hopes of finding the one responsible for killing the driver and guard. Whoever they were they had certainly lifted a huge weight off of her shoulders tonight, but it wouldn't stay like that for long, they'd surely come after her once they realize what has happened.
Hearing a faint snap of another twig, Jane stopped her heavy walking and tilted her head curiously to the side. Who was it? Pensive behavior became the criminal on the run, should she get closer? Looking behind her, curious as to what should be her next move, but she soon realized where that next step was going to lead her. She took another step forward and bumped into something hard, her head turning slowly to be looking at a body, cautiously bringing her head a little further up, meeting the masked face of a man. A burly one at that. Her eyes widened slightly, but JJ kept her cool. Wondering if she should shut her eyes now so he'd be signaled to finish his killing for the night.
Shutting her eyes lightly, the woman waited patiently to see what this man was going to do to her, maybe she could at least mouth a 'thank you' to him, so he would at least know that she appreciated his help. Her hands were firmly at her sides, but that wasn't what had surprised her, she felt a hand brush up against the side of her neck, moving some of her wet, red strands out of the way. It was so gentle, the way he touched her, but she knew better than to trust it, reminding herself of what he'd done to the driver and guard back there. Was he observing her?
The woman's eyes slowly opened up, meeting his masked form once again, without having full control over her own actions she looked gratefully up at him, finally mouthing the 'thank you' she had been wanting to say to him for a few minutes now. His weapon was at his side in one hand, the other resting at his opposite side. The rain was beating down on them as they stood there watching one another, then out of nowhere she was grabbed by her hair, being brought up closer to his body. Jane's eyes shutting tightly as she allowed him to do this to her, figuring it was sort of her fault for bringing so much trouble with her after she'd run for it.
Nothing happened. Not a single moment of pain, aside from the fact of her hair being grabbed like it was. What was he planning on doing with her? She had so many questions, but she wasn't about to question anything, her voice was still kept deep down. The redhead did not want to break her silence just yet. She wondered if this man was going to speak, although by the looks of things he really did seem much like the silent type. She could appreciate that.
Jane watched the masked killer intensely, her brown eyes never wavering from his mask, wondering just what he was hiding under there. That was something that she was more than sure she'd never find out. But, she was more than fine with that. She cringed as soon as she felt the male's grip tightening around the hair he had gathered up into his fist. Was this a test? Squinting at him, she pressed a hand against his front, this took him by surprise, considering how tender her movement had been. He released her hair from his grip, just not before he took one clean motion and smacked her back into a tree, the woman's body collapsing to the ground around the foot of the tree.
Tilting his head to one side out of thought about something, curious as to why this woman didn't fight back or yell, kick, or scream by just the mere sight of him. She was... unusual. Something he had not ever seen happen. Normally it was the simple idea of him out to kill that would cause anyone to run or hide, but instead she just approached where he had been watching her; waiting to strike. Why was she so different? Knowing that the girl was bound to have a bump on the back of her head, Jason hoisted the woman's unconscious body up over his shoulder, his hand keeping her in place. His weapon wielding hand still at the ready if this woman tried anything when she woke up.
It wasn't just the fact that she had approached him with little shown fear, she had thanked him, too. That was something he had never seen in a very long time. Why had she simply mouthed the words instead of just coming out and speaking the words? There must be something wrong with her, maybe she lost her ability of speech somehow. Why did he care to even question why she had done what she did? He was a killer and he was more than determined to finish the job the moment she woke up. Yes, there were many questions in his head as to why she had been running from those two men in the woods, but he wasn't able to really place why she would do this. The girl seemed normal to him. What had she done? Was she a bad girl? Maybe.
Waking up to a throbbing pain in the back of her head, Jane's eyes fluttered open as she looked around at the cabin she was in. Was this where the woods led to? Cabins? Perhaps it was a camp? That would make sense, maybe the masked man owned it? Tilting her head to one side, now that there was no more rain in her eyes, obstructing her vision, she caught a clear glimpse of the man again. This time her eyes widened in surprise, able to recognize him all together now. This was Camp Crystal Lake and he was Jason Voorhees. How had she been so blind? JJ became more than curious as to why he brought her to a cabin at the place he claimed as his territory. Why had he spared her?
Finding out with such joy that her hands and feet were bound, seeing as she was up into a corner. Jason was sharpening his machete, her gaze stuck to him like glue. She almost felt like breaking her silence and speaking to him, but Jane quickly decided against it, if he was going to kill her so be it. Not much really changed the situation now that she had come down from that high between running and hiding earlier, her thoughts were more steady. How could she have not realized this sooner? He had killed no telling how many people, so with her it would be easy as cutting a cake. Shutting her eyes quickly, taking to the small amount of time that Jason had been busying himself with his machete, JJ kept still, contemplating.
If he wanted to kill her who was she to stop him, sure she was well built, but she wasn't overly powerful like him. It wouldn't be like killing the two guards as she had demonstrated before. Jason was unbelievably strong. He could snap her like a twig. She agreed with the whole keeping a low profile, but honestly, tying her up again. Jane was seriously growing tired of being locked up and away. It would seem that her breakout for freedom and starting a new life was not in the current set of cards for her. Opening one of her eyes with some effort, the redhead watched Jason curiously.
The care he took to his weapon made her think back to how he'd touched her earlier. Gentleness, something that she bet no one had seen from him in years. Her hands were bound in front of her, so she couldn't very well feel the bump on the back of her head. Hey, it was just strong enough to knock her out and leave a physical wound, she'd rather have that than it turning around and having killed her instead. Here she was thinking about Jason Voorhees in such a manner that she had to check herself, was she trying to think positive things about him? Did she sincerely find him attractive? The stories, obviously, didn't do him justice. Shutting her eyes for one of the many times since she had woken up. Giving herself one last chance to think of a possible way out of this.
It was clear now, there wasn't one. Probably for the better, she'd only caused trouble, something she had become very good at doing through the years. Without realizing it, JJ had her hands curled into fists, her eyes shut very tightly. No, there were no tears shed, but she had gotten dangerously close to it. She had not killed her family. Instead of crying, Jane substituted her unshed tears with her fingernails cutting into her hands, a little bit of blood starting to form as she hadn't really realized what she was doing until she heard footsteps approaching her. Her eyes snapped open to be looking at Jason himself. His newly sharpened machete gripped tight in his hand as he stood there watching her.
Jane glanced down at her hands and sighed softly, she hadn't been given her medications in a while, so wasn't this just the frosting on the cupcake? Stopping her motion of more injuries, JJ looked away from the killer and relaxed her body the best way she knew how. Hearing the footsteps come closer, she didn't feel the need to look at him, knowing that if he wanted to kill her, now was the perfect time. Oh, just end her trouble making life already! After a few minutes, nothing came. Not a single sound or cut. Finally, she moved her head and glanced up at the tall man, quirking a brow at him as she waited to see whether that machete was going to go into her or not.
She guessed being a killer all the time would mean loneliness, you probably would never be able to find a companion, they'd have to be just as messed up as you and you'd probably would end up killing them for your own reasons. Her red hair was still damp from that harsh rainfall, but she could really care less about anything at the moment. Jason was still standing in front of her with an unsure gaze. What was going to do? Stare her to death? Well... maybe he could do just that. He was very powerful, it honestly wouldn't surprise her if he developed some kind of eye smashing power. Jason raised his machete up in the air, causing Jane to look away, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of the fearful look on her face right as the last breath was drawn out of her.
Then she heard something she had never expected to hear, especially from a professional serial killer; footsteps growing lighter and lighter, farther and farther away. The cabin door shutting behind Jason, leaving Jane staring straight ahead at the door. What was going on here? Had he lost interest in killing her tonight? It might as well end this way, a screwed up ending for a screwed up day. Smiling to herself, she dipped her head back into the wall, biting her bottom lip as she looked down at the ground now. Did she really just get pushed back until Jason decided to kill her again?
It would appear so.
A/N: Thank you for reading and I really enjoyed the reviews I received on the first chapter. It. Made. My. Day. So please, if you liked this chapter send in the reviews! I really enjoy hearing from you guys. Hopefully it was somewhat interesting, kind of fighting with a case of Writer's Block, but let's hope this goes away so I can focus again! I tried not to make it boring and instead kind of different, really mixed the colors here, so feedback would really be appreciated. (Again, bear with me on this new material for me of "Friday the 13th".) Thank you.
