Chapter 3
Ally shivered, she had been up for about three hours and it was starting to get cold. She was exhausted, but she refused to sleep, she somehow knew that Freddy would come after her again. Noticing her lack of warmth, Jason picked up one of the spare blankets he had collected, and pulled Ally into his arms, wrapped her in the blankets and cradled close to his chest. He slipped his hand onto her palm.
'Sleep, it's okay' he sent to her mind.
"But I'm scared, he's after me," she replied sleepily.
'I got you, it's okay,' he assured.
"You'll stay with me?" she asked meekly.
'Yes'
Then, Ally laid her head against his shoulder and drifted off into sleep. Freddy wouldn't hurt her with him around! The way Jason felt protective over Ally reminded him of how his mother was to him. He realized he would need help from his mommy to know about how to take care of Ally. As is on command, the spirit Pamela Voorhees appeared.
"Jason," she said, her eyes looking down at the teenaged girl in his arms. "You know I don't like those teenagers, but I know this girl is different."
"She is like you, that's why you can talk to her though your mind," she said. "You both are special, take good care of her, and love her like mommy loves you." She said. Jason nodded. Pamela's gazed remained on Ally. "Poor child, so mistreated for no reason,"
Ally reminded Pamela of how people treated Jason, as a child, he was always hurt and pushed around by others just because he was different. The same as how Dave had treated Ally because of her blindness.
"Mommy will help you, I'll tell you what to do, in here," she said, placing her hand over Jason's heart. "I love you baby boy, mommy has to leave now ok?" she said before vanishing.
Jason looked down at Ally, who was sleeping peacefully against his chest. Then, he moved his arm, trying to disturb the sleeping girl as little as possible; he brought his hand up to his mask, slowly lifting it the tiniest bit as to where it didn't cover his lips. Then, Jason leaned down and kissed Ally sweetly on the forehead like his mother used to do to him.
Out of the corner of the room, a silhouette appeared. Jason's eyes looked warily in that direction. "The mighty Jason Voorhees has gone soft!" the silhouette mocked, stepping forward into the moonlight shining in through the cabin's window. It was Freddy, a see-though shadow-like version of him.
Jason protectively pulled Ally closer, turning his shoulder to Freddy as if to create a barrier between the innocent, fragile, girl and the soulless, cruel, monster of a man. And with his free hand, Jason raised his machete. Freddy laughed evilly, Jason turned to him and tilted his head, what was funny?
"You're pathetic," Freddy growled. "I'm coming for her, and you can't always guard her, and soon I'll be strong enough to come out, as you can see I'm halfway there. And when I am strong enough, you can consider her dead." Freddy warned before vanishing.
Jason knew he would have to keep Ally at his side at all times. He sat watching over her until sunlight was creeping though the window. He figured he should put Ally down and get her some food. As soon as he placed her on the bed, she sat up, reaching the area around her searching for him. Seeing this notion, Jason moved back across the room and sat beside her, placing his hand to hers once more.
'Did you sleep good?' he asked.
"I had good dreams when I was safe with you." She said. "Thanks for staying with me, I bet you got tired, after all, you held me all night,"
'I liked it,' he sent.
Meanwhile, back near Ally's old house, the neighbor woman noticed she did not see anything of Ally, she would usually see Ally outside on the porch or at least her Dave's yelling. It worried her; so she stopped by to see what was going on.
"Whaddya want?" Dave slurred, obviously drunk, as always.
"Where is the girl that I usually see around here?" she asked.
"She left," he simply said. "Last I heard someone saw 'er heading down to Crystal Lake."
"How could you let her? She's blind! She could have been kidnapped or hit by a car or something!" She shrieked.
"Shut up Irene," Dave said, slamming the door in Irene's face.
"I'll go down around Crystal Lake and see if anyone's see her," she murmured to herself.
Irene drove down into town, asking ever shop owner if they had seen a short girl of about thirteen or fourteen with medium brownish-blonde hair. Every person she had asked said that they saw her enter the woods of Camp Crystal Lake, or as the locals called it Camp Blood.
A few days passed, Ally and Jason hadn't been bothered by Freddy again. "Jason," Ally asked quietly, Jason slipped his palm onto hers, his way of acknowledging her. "Do you think you could show me where I could take a shower? I haven't bathed since I ran away. Jason walked into the cabin's bathroom, but the bathtub/shower was loaded with filth, not suitable for bathing.
So, he grabbed one of the bags her had found for her, (it was full of toiletries) and gently took her by the arm and guided her to the camp showers near the lake. He turned to water on and then left Ally to have some privacy as he waited outside.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman around her mid-thirties walking down the path. He got up and silently stalked toward her. "Excuse me sir," Irene said. "Have you seen a blind girl of about fourteen? She was said to have been—,"
But that was all she was able to say before Jason wrapped his large hands around her throat and pushing backward, snapping her neck and killing her. He dragged Irene's body off the path and threw it into the woods. Nobody was going to take Ally away from him; he would kill anyone that tried.
A/N: PEOPLE! I'M BACK after my semi-hiatus!!! I'm so sorry for not updating this sooner! I didn't know what I was going to do. Then I watched a ton of horror movies and got idea for updates on this, my Halloween fic (please read and review Behind Blank Stares and the sequel There's a Bond! I need reviews!) and also for my Nightmare on Elm Street fic (but that may take awhile)
