A/N: Not even going to explain my lame excuse. That said, please enjoy this chapter as an official apology.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Friday the 13th, the only thing I own is my character Jane and the other random characters I toss in.


Her legs were growing tired as she continued to run through and around the trees of the camp, Jane was looking around frantically, it seemed she had been running for a long time and it was starting to get to her. Still, she had to keep going. Jane needed to find Jason! The guns had sounded off the second she split from the cabin and she was wanting nothing more than to get out of this mess, her heart was pounding and her adrenaline which was coursing throughout her very being was mind boggling. Mind was racing and her thoughts were becoming tangled up, becoming harder to decide on what was real and what wasn't. That wicked man back there would stop at nothing to bring her in... dead or alive. If she hadn't made that life changing decision when it came to escaping her terrible fate. No! She couldn't afford to think like that, especially now of all times. Hearing a snap of a twig not too far in the distance, Jane inhaled a sharp breath and took what strength she had to run towards it. No doubt that this place was surrounded, but maybe not all the way out here yet.

As she came closer to where she swore the sound had come off from, Jane stopped running and supported her back against one of the bigger trees she was surrounded by. Inhaling and exhaling heavily, trying to quiet and calm herself, hoping she'd come across her target on her mind. He was ruthless, unstoppable when he put his mind to something, and Jason wasn't exactly one to just die and move on. Oh, no, he came back with a vengeance. Where was he? Surely she would have come across him by now, right? Clutching at her heart, Jane was suddenly grabbed from behind, one hand covering her mouth as her arms were pinned to her back. Whoever had a hold on her was enough to make her flinch from their strength they were applying to her mouth and wrists. Something about this made a firecracker explode in her mind as she didn't mind to be so forced into this certain someone's grip. She was seriously so fucked up in the head it wasn't even funny. She could bite their hand if she wanted, but she knew better than to try that, they'd fight back. Stopping her struggling, she tried to turn her head in the direction she knew her captor's face would be.

That was when she caught a sideways glance at the hockey mask; Jason! Jane couldn't stop the smile that was tugging at her lips, covered behind his massive hand over her mouth. After a minute, the serial killer slowly removed his hand from Jane's mouth and he looked at her intensely, almost as though he were waiting for her to do something punishable. Her smile was still present as she made a small wiggle of her hands which were stuck in Jason's other hand. Carefully, he released her wrists form his hold and looked her straight in the eye, causing a chill to go straight through her. For a moment, Jane almost forgot they had others hunting them. Biting her lip, she rubbed at her slightly aching wrists, still meeting his steady, hard gaze. Something in those eyes made her want more, to just get under his skin, to see what really made him tick. However, now was not the time. It was clear what they were going to have to do here. Take them all out. No matter the cost.

"Jason?" Jane called his name softly, her voice still sounding new to the air. She had just started speaking not that long ago. "Herlton." She spoke her one worded answer to him, earning a turn and dark stare from the tall, burly male in front of her. "Herlton is the name of the man who is after me. I'm sorry for dragging you into this. Unfortunately, I have to rely on you to help with this mess I've created." She said with a soft sigh, "So, will you... help me, Jason?" Jane asked quietly, looking up at him with a curious expression overtaking her expression. It grew silent in between them before she heard a heavy snort come from Jason, her eyes holding a certain sparkle as she smiled happily up at the murderer that she had grown so fond over in such a small time. Even if he did try to turn on her, Jane was pretty sure she'd be all right with that. "Thank you, Jason." She whispered, able to pick up on the sounds of the other officers coming towards them. If she could get ahead of them and trip one of them, she could arm herself. There was no way she'd be able to take them on with just her bare hands. She needed a weapon for defense.

Looking up at Jason again, she made a motion with her index finger and began to form her body up against another tree, conforming to it with little problem. Jason obviously picked up on her gesture, because he was gone from sight in an instant. Now they wait, wait for the prey to walk right into their trap.

"Jacobs! Come out now and we won't hurt you!" One of the morons drawled out, inching closer to where she was located, secretly hidden behind the tree. It was the perfect place to be. Her heartbeat was dancing up now as he came closer and closer, her eyes glistening as she waited patiently for her next victim. "Jacobs!" He yelled, "I know you're out here..." He mumbled the last part, but Jane could hear it very well, just a few more inches. He walked right past her, back facing her, that was when she made her move. Grabbing the male by the back of his neck, she took the advantage and bashed his face mercilessly into one of the tree trunks, his cry like music to her ears. "Looks like you found me. Now what?" She purred right into his ear, reaching into his holster and snatching up his gun. "You're gonna wish you would have stayed out of this." Jane said lowly, watching the officer on the ground cradling his wound on his head. Kicking at his exposed throat, she added pressure on his throat, his small gasps for air only made her grin at him. This was too good to be true. She was finally going to take them all down. If they wanted her, well come and try to take her. Jane was a fighter and she was going to prove it.

Knowing that her next move was risky, Jane didn't care, she wanted to make this man who came after her suffer. She shot off the gun at one of legs, his gasping cry becoming gurgling noises, seeing as his air wasn't making it's way through his throat any longer. "So, Herlton wants to take me down, huh? Let's see if this first batch can take us on." She said with a small laugh emitting from her lips. Then she pressed the gun to the officer's head and the last shot rang out as he lay there, lifeless. Her eyes narrowed in at his own dead stare, darting off from his corpse as she began to crisscross through the trees, wanting to lure them all further into the cover of the woods. Her eyes were shining almost as she looked over shoulders to hear one of the others yell out that the officer she'd just murdered was known as Giles and he was clearly dead now. They were always throwing the blame on her. Assuming that her and Jason distancing themselves and spreading out around the woods, they could fight off as many of them as they could and murder them in cold blood. That was the best part, you know.

The hurrying footsteps over the earth made way to her ears, Jane waited until they were exposed in front of her, that was when she noticed that not only one, but two of those stupid people were walking right past her without a single clue of where she was. Shooting off another round, she got one on his knees and the other was turned around, facing her. "If looks could kill." Jane said, tossing a punch straight into the male's right cheek, his other hand had grabbed a hold of his weapon and due to his stumble from her punch, it swiped through the air with his hand still attached. The gunshot chimed through the air, resulting in him swinging the handle smacking Jane straight into her left side, the blow catching her off guard momentarily. In a heap of trouble, she was pinned to the ground with the officer still on top of her, her struggling loudly heard. "Not so tough now, are you, bitch?" He spat down at her, pinning her wrists above her head, his body almost crushing into her.

Jane kicked up the best she could and she got her wish, the officer above her keeling over as she used the chance and scrambled to get to her feet, her gun aimed against his head. "Try me." She spat just as hatefully out as he had earlier right back at him. However, what happened next had shocked her, she'd forgotten about the other officer she had shot in the knee, so his choke hold forced her onto the ground. Her eyes were shut tightly as she struggled about, trying to get free, her legs involuntarily moving under her as she fumed with fury. Damn! His hold was too strong, fueled with vengeance from the shot to his knee she'd given him. "You're coming with us." The one she'd aimed her gun at a minute ago said, after regaining his composure. She was beginning to slip in and out of consciousness. Jane knew she was going to have to do something and fast or else she was going to get the 'special treatment' from Herlton. These bastards were fucking with the wrong woman. She was trying to be made into a fool and she was going to have who knows how many charges pressed against her after this, if she were to be brought back to that son of a bitch. "Hey, would you look at that? She's actually slipping out of it, Glenn." The increasingly obnoxious one said, earning a laugh from the one that was keeping her struggling body defenseless. "Tough bitch isn't tough now, Rob." Glenn sneered.

Just as she was about to lose it, in came a sweep of something; a clean cut. Glenn's head was cut clean off of his body. Jane broke free from his dead fingers and was hunched over on her knees and hands, trying to breath in sweet oxygen. She was too busy to notice the look of horror that overcame Rob's face as he realized what was happening. His lungs had just gathered enough air to try to yell for help, but the machete dug straight through his throat, twisting and turning as his bloodied body fell to the ground. Jane was still trying to breathe when she was jerked off the ground, a strong arm around her body as she was pulled into the darkness of the woods. Their cover being the trees and whatnot. Jason. He had literally came at the right time. If he hadn't come to her rescue right then, she would have been taken away from this freedom she'd worked so hard to come across. Breathing in steadily, she was pressed against the trunk of a tree, her eyes coming back to focus on the hockey masked killer standing in front of her. "Thank you." She whispered, taking in the sight of the blood dripping off of his weapon.

This was turning into one hell of a night. And, unfortunately, they had some ways to go before this was finished. But despite it all, she was grateful to the serial killer she was slowly coming to understand. Those fools were going to come closing in on them soon for the finale, and Jane was more than ready for them now.


A/N: Hopefully that was an enjoyable read! Send in your reviews, I'd love to hear your input. Thanks for reading!