Long wait I know, but seeing as you people seem to like this story I shall update,

Darkness and silence, that was all Ally could sense whilst sitting there in the cabin as she had been told. But could she trust Jason? After all, he admitted to killing people, and more importantly, she didn't know him and she couldn't tell where he was if he was far away, for all she knew, he could be staring in the window preparing to kill her! But there was something inside Ally that told her that Jason wasn't going to hurt her, so she decided to trust him.

Meanwhile, speaking of Jason, he stalked through the old cabins of the camp, searching for supplies of the unfortunate people who tried to come into Camp Crystal Lake, his camp, his home. He had been able to come across a few moth-eaten blankets, a few pairs of clothes, and an old walkman. Jason then ventured to the camp's mess hall, although it had been about a month since someone last tried to use it, he found that a few cans of food hadn't yet reached their expiration dates. He carried the supplies back into the woods to his cabin. Ally hadn't moved from the bed, instead, she sat waiting, her head snapped up when she heard to door creak open, wary of his entrance.

He walked over and sat down beside her, placing his hand over her palm, "I'm back," he said telepathically. "And I brought you something," Jason placed the blankets in her hands first, and then replaced them with a shirt, and then the walkman. It took Ally a few tries to find the play button, once she found it; she placed the headphones over her ears, and turned up the volume as the sounds of Alice Cooper filled her ears. She smiled softly, which made Jason smile behind his mask. He pulled the headphones off her reluctantly, Ally winces as the plastic brushed one of her many bruises, and Jason looked down at her, slightly displeased now. He placed his hand into hers once more "Are you hurt?" he asked.

The small teen nodded "From what happened yesterday," she whispered. Jason tilted his head.

"Explain it," he said, Ally frowned, and those two little words brought back horrible memories.

"Well," she began, "My foster dad likes to hit me. Yesterday, he gave me the usual beating, but then I accidentally knocked something over because I can't see and he got really angry, I was scared so I hid. Dave hates when you don't obey him and break things, he tried to kill me. But then I escaped, ran, and met you," she explained. "It hurts," she added. Jason frowned behind his mask. Who would do such a thing to someone so helpless?

"Where does it hurt?" he asked.

"Everywhere, I can feel bruises, and especially in my ankle and my ribs." Jason moved closer, he placed a gentle hand on her arm, lifting her sleeve. Ally's arm was almost entirely blackish-purple with bruises. He shuttered and placed his hand on her ribs, upon even the slight pressure Ally gasped and cried out in pain. Jason could tell she was badly hurt.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Ally insisted she would be all right. "But I'm taking you to the doctor. No arguments." Before Ally had a chance to protest, Jason had lifted her into the air and carried her off toward the hospital.

Once they had reached the entrance to the hospital, Jason set Ally down and guided her as she limped through the door. A nurse came running to her "Oh you poor dear!" she exclaimed, helping the girl into a wheelchair, after Ally had told Jason the answers of what to write on her paperwork, he followed her as she was wheeled into a room by the nurse.

According to the X-rays, Ally had broken five ribs and fractured her ankle in several different places; the nurse leaned toward Ally and whispered, "Did that man with the mask do this to you?" Ally shook her head.

"He saved me," she corrected. The nurse walked away as the doctor applied the final adjustments to Ally's braces. Jason walked over to Ally,

"I'm going to make that man pay for what he did to you," he said, swearing vengeance on Dave.

"But there are a lot of innocent people around there too, and I can't really describe him more than he's fat and smells bad," she whispered back.

"Don't worry," Jason assured, lifting her up into his arms and began the walk back to the camp. By the time he made it back, Ally had fallen asleep in his arms. He smiled warmly behind his mask while he laid her down on the bed, covering her with one of the blankets.

Meanwhile…

Ally looked around, confused. "I-I can see!" she exclaimed happily. "But where am I? And where is Jason? For that matter, where is anybody?" she said. She was in a room, but there were no doors or windows. How did she get in there? Then she heard a sinister laugh from afar. Ally jolted and turned toward the sound, but there was nobody.

"Hello?" she called, the laughing continued. It became closer, closer and louder and more bone chilling.

"Allyson," the gruff voice called menacingly. Ally was shaking now, what was going on? Then she felt someone's warm, moist breath on the back of her neck; she turned to see a man with a baggy red and green sweater, an old, worn brown hat, and a scarred face.

"W-wh-who are you?" she asked, trembling. The man laughed again, the room seemed to get wider. He lifted a hand, which the fingers were claw-like knives. Ally screamed started running down the endless hall, voices of other unseen people began to chant.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you" The scar-faced man began chasing Ally, laughing the whole time. "Three, four better lock the door," Ally turned again; he was gaining on her fast as she continued to run, and still she couldn't find the owners of the frightening, ominous voices that did the chanting. "Five, six get a crucifix," Then, she stumbled, but the man was gone, "Seven, Eight, better stay up late," The sweater-man reappeared, he raised his claw-hand and slashed it across Ally's arm, laughing the entire time, she slashed her again, this time across the stomach, she tried to fight by kicking him between the legs.

"You dare and try and fight me? I'm Freddy Kruger and you are going to die my darling," he growled, Ally stood paralyzed in fear, trembling before him as he raised his sharp gloved-hand again.

Ally felt something shaking her awake, she couldn't see, but she felt herself trembling. She heard the voices say "Nine, Ten Never sleep again," before fading away. She could feel blood pouring out of her wounds. Jason pulled her close to him and grabbed her hand

"He's back," Jason said, Ally could tell he was startled. "But I killed him!"

"I'm scared," Ally said still shaking uncontrollably.

"Don't be afraid. I'll protect you," he assured.