Yes, it has been ages since I started this second volume. The delay is always due to many things, but mostly because of my mood changes and wondering if writing this story is worth it. I do appreciate any fans that are still interested in my writing and waiting for more.

Granted, this chapter doesn't have much action. It's mostly a connector to Chapter 3, which will be more interesting. So I hope this little piece satisfies you for now. :)

If things continue to go well, I will update my long overdue Jason Actually Takes Manhattan story next.

By the way, feel free to go to my profile and vote on my latest poll regarding Jason and Dawn. ^_^

A couple of days came and went since Dawn's admittance into the hospital. As much as everyone around her tended to her every need, the discomfort did not leave the child. Physically, Dawn was progressively healing. But, beneath it all, her heart was scarred. Every beat sent the emotion of pain flowing through her.

If Dawn had been here at any other time before that fateful camping trip, she would have been smiling and showering happiness to those that were taking care of her. And not just in the hospital, but everywhere in society. Dawn had always been a beautiful gem to mankind. Those smiles and sweet words to people weren't going to happen now. Dawn wanted Jason. And these doctors and nurses were not bringing her any closer to him. As such, she was skeptical of whether they could be trusted.

On the third day, Dr. Valentine commented on how Dawn was improving so quickly.

"You are one tough little girl," the woman said, hoping to increase Dawn's spirits with that compliment. Yet the child was having none of this.

You have no idea what tough is.

"At this rate," the doctor continued, "Mr. and Mrs. Jorgensen will be able to see you soon."

Dawn raised her eyebrows, and her eyes slightly widened. A new type of anxiety crept its way into her heart and made itself known in her voice.

"What? Who are they?"

Dr. Valentine explained, while doing a quick examination of Dawn's back. The little girl cringed every time the doctor did this for she knew what was always going through the woman's head.

"The Jorgensens are the owners of Sheltered Waters Foster Home. You'll be staying there for awhile until they can find you a new home."

Dawn jerked away from her, nearly spilling the juice on her tray.

"No! I don't need to go there! I have a home!"

The doctor sighed a little bit too profusely. She knew this child was just as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. Why was she acting like this?

Then again… that monster had brainwashed her.

With that thought in Valentine's mind, she spoke firmly, while trying to maintain a tone of decency.

"Please, Dawn. Let's not go through this again. Listen to me. That horrendous place you were at was not your home. It was your prison. And a lovely little girl like yourself deserves someplace far, far better."

Dawn shook her head. She was going to stick to her beliefs. None of these people were going to waver her feelings for Jason.

"It doesn't matter what you think. My friend will come and get me out of here. And he will take me back to our home in Crystal Lake."

Dr. Valentine had had enough.

"Well, nobody's going to let that happen. We're here to protect you from that….evil man. Anyway, you're going to see the Jorgensens. I'm going to call them now."

She didn't stay for any kind of rebuttal from Dawn. Bridget quickly exited the room and left the child alone to her thoughts of Jason Voorhees.

It was the 1 am after the day that Cameron and his men had "taken care" of the killer that had roamed Crystal Lake for many years off and on. The lieutenant almost snickered at the thought. Like there was ever a true way of ridding the world of that monstrosity.

Cameron was back at his house and thought perhaps he could rest for the first time in ages. The child had been rescued and Jason Voorhees was being transported to the highest security facility in upstate New York. Only they had the technology and the medications to suppress this seemingly invincible killing machine.

Yet again, Cameron Jayden could not sleep. His mind was a tape on repeat over what would take place next. This couldn't be finished. It still appeared far too easy. The man heard a fearful meow from the corner of his bedroom.

Oh, he almost forgot about the white kitten they had found. For whatever reason, Cameron had been given the order to take care of it. Not that he hated cats, it just seemed out of place with his valiant image. Ever since he had brought it home, it had rushed into the darkness and kept out of way of any advances from Cameron. It could be said that the animal was afraid of him and yet had been by Jason's fallen body like a magnetic force had kept it there.

"Don't worry…" What was the kitten's name? Princess? "You'll be staying with your owner soon once she finds a new place to live. Until then, you're stuck with me."

Princess remained silent in reply.

"How about we visit Dawn in the hospital tomorrow? Would you like that?"

I need to talk to her anyway. Hopefully, she'll have calmed down from that hysterical state she was in.

Of course, his captain had given him the evil eye throughout the transportation process. Cameron couldn't wait for the lecture he would endure when they were out of this mess. But for now, it was the least of his worries. He had warned the lieutenant countless times about venturing into the Crystal Lake woods with only Chauncey and Marty as backup.

Someone had to go. For the sake of that child. It's not like anybody else was going to do it. And those that did enter the bloodiest terrain in the world were idiots.

Cameron turned onto his side with his face pouring out the window. The moon gradually faded away as he finally got some much needed sleep. Though the dreams of Jason never allowed him to be totally at peace. Even when captured, the murderer was still leaving scars on the minds of all those that came across him and shockingly survived.

This wasn't over.

Jason Voorhees never lost his sense of awareness. Even as those annoying tranquilizers coursed through his veins, his mind was still active. It had to be. This killer could not afford to lay down all defenses because everyone around him was a potential enemy that had to be eliminated. Jason's body may have been disabled for the moment, yet his inner core remained awake. Nothing would ever suppress that part of him.

Everyone had to die except for the child he had claimed as his own. The burning pit of hellish fire that was Jason's soul was screaming within the physical stillness.

What had they done to her? Without his girl, Jason Voorhees would become far more dangerous than the human race could ever imagine. It was as if society forbid him any comfort. As a result, they would pay with their lives.

A logical mind could argue that this feeling of loss would pass as Jason and Dawn had only been together a few months. But to this love deprived force of nature, that girl had shown him more compassion in that short time than any other person had in his lifetime. And that was saying something since Jason had been on this Earth for decades, having been blessed or cursed with the gift of immortality.

He registered being lifted from the ground and felt the struggle from those puny men that were performing this task. Eventually, there was a slamming force when he landed in some kind of vehicle. After several minutes, there was the sound of an engine and then movement as Jason was driven to his next destination.

Jason Voorhees picked up the essence of life in the back with him. One of them was strong and so was his anger towards it. It was the man known as Cameron Jayden who had shot him and rendered the giant unconscious. Every now and then, there was a poke as this particular human kept injecting more of the tranquilizers into Jason.

This couldn't last forever. And when the chance presented itself, Jason would rise with a regenerated hatred for all things human. He would find his sweet Dawn.

There was no end in sight for Jason Voorhees.