A/N: And now I bring you another update!
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The morning sun was out and no doubt drying up all the rain. For Jane Jacobs she was waking up for the fifth time, having been in and out of sleep all night long. It had been a very exhausting twenty-four hours. Her brown eyes fluttered open as she jolted awake. Her vision coming back into a silent focus on the cabin door. It was still right where she'd left it, planted right in front of her, no sign of life noted. However, it did dawn on JJ that she was at Camp Crystal Lake and Jason Voorhees was on the move out there somewhere. No telling when he'd return, but she still didn't know what to make of him in the first place. He was a little intimidating. It only made sense.
Part of her wondered where he was and what he was up to, but she also couldn't care less. After all, she was stuck here all tied up and no sign of her captor. He had spared her, for reasons unknown to her. Biting her bottom lip, an old habit that she never did break from doing, it usually happened when she was nervous that much was true. No matter how hard she tried not to look at that cabin door in wonder, she failed miserably. What had he been doing all night? Trick question there, he was a serial killer, what had she thought he'd been doing? Sighing softly, Jane tilted her head back gently, getting lost in thought as she rested against the wall behind her. She was really was wishing to be free of these ropes that kept her tied up. It was starting to get on her nerves. She just wanted to be free for what seemed like forever.
Without any warning, in came Jason, machete in hand as his gaze was quite clearly on JJ, approaching her with his weapon raised. Yup, he was going to kill her this time, he meant it, she could tell, but as she turned her head to the side, she shut her eyes tightly and waited for Jason to strike her dead. But long behold, after a good three minutes nothing came of that sort, instead she felt someone gently grab at her legs, cutting her free from her ropes. Little to no surprise that it was Jason, Jane's eyes watching him closely now, unsure of what he was going to do to her next. It wasn't all that shocking that he'd left her hands still bound, only made sense. Trust was built up and earned. She couldn't blame him one bit. She would prove her worth.
Before she could do anything, the hockey masked killer was walking towards the back of the cabin, leaving her in a confused state. What was going on in here? Balancing her body, Jane slid up against the wall, standing up straight, despite her tied up hands. Her eyes darted in the direction of the door. Was this a test? Was he trying to see if she was going to make a run for it? Obviously. Hmm... JJ slowly and quietly approached the door, opening the door with some effort, her body tense with anxiety. All she wanted was to be outside for a minute, just some fresh air, that was all she asked. If he wanted to kill her for that, then so be it. Noticing the steps that built a pathway up to the front of the cabin, she gently plopped down on the top step. The sun was beaming down in front of her, it had been so long since she'd ever had a proper sit to take in the beauty of nature.
Smiling contently, she sat still, quiet, simply observing. Closing her eyes as she took in deep breaths, the redhead could feel herself calming down, surrendering her body to the sudden peace that surrounded her. It wasn't too long after that she heard heavy footsteps approaching her from behind, but Jane did not budge from her contentment. It wouldn't matter what he did to her, at least this way she lived a little before her final moments. Sure, Jane was a little tense by his very presence, who wouldn't be? He was so powerful and unpredictable, it was only sensible. Then something happened that she had never imagined to see. Jason Voorhees took a seat beside her on the step, machete still notably in his hand, but nevertheless he was sitting next to her. She couldn't believe it!
Trying not to act like she noticed, surprisingly convincingly, Jane bit her bottom lip as she focused straight ahead. She imagined that if he did capture most girls they would be running for the hills to get away from him if Jason gave them a chance like he had to her. So, that obviously meant that she was insane for staying put and not even trying to run away. That, or she was just smarter than the average of those other girls. Shrugging her shoulders, she leaned back a little on the steps and looked up at the sky. Absolutely gorgeous. She loved decent weather, what could she say? After all, it had been a very long time when she felt this sweet freedom, just to be out on this sort of day.
JJ was completely engrossed in this breeze and the view of everything from her spot. However, all good things must come to an end. Her ears picked up on the sounds of sudden chatter from quite some distance, but still too close for comfort. Before she knew what was happening, Jason had jerked her up from the steps, spun her around, and started steering her back into the cabin. Were those people stupid? Why would they come here knowingly? Well, the question would be, did they know it? Being shoved roughly against the wall and back to her spot she'd been in all night, Jane slid down and got into a sitting position. Brown orbs studying Jason intensely.
Darting from the hockey masked killer towards his machete, the redhead's attention finally going towards the ceiling in interest. She could recall all the stories she'd heard about Jason Voorhees and Camp Crystal Lake. Why would anyone come here at their own free will or knowledge? Maybe they were all sick in the head and maybe she really wasn't crazy. She knew what those campers were in for, but she couldn't do anything about it, nor did she really see a point to. They came here in their own stupidity, they should get what's coming to them. Shaking her head from side to side, the woman tried her hardest to bring back sensible thoughts. Whatever that was.
She supposed she had just become a murderer herself, so maybe those sensible thoughts she'd been taught to keep and block out the bad ones, perhaps it didn't apply to her anymore? Maybe she could go through the campers' things and find something useful. Honestly, she was starving and she really hoped that they had something good. Turning her head back to Jason who was looking out the window. Jane let out a small laugh, this caused the killer to snap his head in her direction, obviously he hadn't been expecting it. Actually, she hadn't half expected it either. Her mind was whipping from one thought to another, losing herself little by little. In a way, she was all right with that. Considering the situation she was in she might as well get used to losing what little sanity she had left.
Jason's attention was quickly back to the window when she didn't do anything further. A twisted smile made its way to her lips, she was thinking with speed. A random thought crossed her mind, what if one of those campers walked straight into this very cabin? Oh, that would be a sight to behold. JJ could only imagine that Jason would probably rip their heads off with his bare hands and go from there. Shaking her head from side to side for another time, the redheaded woman let out small sigh, her smile still barely visible as she kept to herself and let those thoughts continue to consume her. Hearing the chatter coming closer she saw how Jason tightened his grip on that machete of his. Yes, he was about to go on another killing spree.
"You're going to kill them all, aren't you?"
For the first time in a long time, Jane Jacobs broke her silence. Her voice had come out small and it cracked a little, but it was something. Watching the serial killer, JJ watched as his gaze drifted towards her, and surprisingly he gave a nod of his head.
"Can I... watch?" It was a serious question, but for the redhead it caused her to think it was childish. He probably wouldn't take a chance on her like that. Why would he? However, to her shock, Jason nodded his head again. Those orbs of his staring right at her, she felt chills, but she smiled gently at him. "Maybe we can go through their things... after? Or maybe I could? If you decide whether or not I can have full use of my hands again?" Another nod. This made her nod in return, deciding to keep quiet. Wondering when he was going to start this wondrous killing session. JJ was all for it. Her mind was going at full speed and her eyes showed it. Hey, no medication can really get you unhinged.
It didn't seem to be too long and everything was coated with darkness. Jane tried her hardest to keep to herself, but those brown orbs of hers just couldn't look away from Jason. She was beginning to wonder if someone had replaced him with a statue when she wasn't looking, but that couldn't have happened because she had looked away once. She was sure he couldn't even feel her eyes on him seeing as he hadn't made any sudden moves. That was probably a good thing considering the situation and so forth. After what seemed like ages, Voorhees finally turned his head in her direction, looking away from the window for the first time. Tilting her head to the side, she watched him intently, wondering what was going on upstairs in that head of his. On second thought, maybe she didn't want to know after all.
Without any warning JJ turned her head away, thinking very disturbing and surprising thoughts about the hockey masked killer. She could control herself, she had a strong will, that was made obvious. A minute passed and out of nowhere she was being tossed up to stand on her feet, her back making rough contact with the wall behind her, her eyes widening as her gaze stayed trained back on Jason. Before she knew what was happening, the killer was dragging her along in the direction of the other cabins, soon making a motion for her to hide in the trees for the time being. Was this the start of his killing spree? Well noted.
The longer she stood in the shadows of the trees, Jane could make out the emitting from one of the dimly lit cabins. She could feel herself being drawn to it, thinking if she should take a closer look or stay put, maybe Jason was going to give her a sign to come near, but she doubted that, besides she had asked to watch, it only made sense that she decide when to take a peek. It was known to her what was happening in that cabin right now and it made her roll her eyes. Something kept nagging at her from the depths of her mind, so she took a hint and started to make way towards the small window of the cabin. Soon enough she took in what there was to behold. A naked woman was throwing back her head with moans resounding from her mouth, she was grinding against a naked man who was gripping her hips very roughly.
JJ could practically feel the vomit rising up in the back of her throat. Something about this scene just did not settle with her and she just wanted to make her disgust known, but by some miracle she stayed put and kept quiet. God, these people were so stupid! It was sad, really. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned away from the two "making sweet love", however it wasn't that much longer that she heard a shrill scream echo off the walls of the cabin and into the air. A machete and been slammed directly into the idiot woman's head, blood splattering across the naked man, who was still under her body, and the walls were splashed with red.
No matter how hard she tried, Jane simply could not look away from the unfolding scene, the scary part was the devilish smile that started to spread across her lips. She had been wondering if Jason's motive of killing would disturb her or if she'd be okay with it. The longer she watched the more excited she became, this was thrilling, to her at least. Snapping back to reality, the redhead continued to watch from her spot at the window, there stood Jason Voorhees, ready for another strike. The naked guy had run right into one of the corners in the cabin, trying to search for a makeshift weapon, which did not seem to be in the cards for him. His eyes stared straight at Jason, yelling helplessly for help. It was obvious no one out of range at the other cabins could hear him, so no help was coming, and even if they did hear and come to their "friend's" aid, there wasn't much they could do.
Fidgeting with her fingers as she kept her bound hands holding on the outside of the window, her eyes practically shimmering as she glued her gaze to Jason who began to advance on the man now. Her wicked smile not wavering. Ah, so she did welcome his killing methods after all.
A/N: I know this was a long wait. BUT, here it is and I hope you enjoyed it! Send in your reviews! It makes my day. (Please, ignore my typos.) Thank you guys so much for reading this story. As you can tell, I am testing the waters with this one, particularly this chapter, so reviews could really help me out. Thank you all so much and I'll be seeing you next time! Wishing you nothing but good days ahead!
