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Cynthia's P.O.V:
When I woke up, I was comfy and warm. I snuggled into my pillow, relaxed....until I realized my pillow was breathing! My eyes snapped open to see Jason's sleeping face less than a foot away. I slowly tried to back away, but Jason's arms were as strong as steel around my waist.
"Jason, wake up." I whisper, tapping his forehead.
"It's too early." he moaned, thankfully letting me go. I tickled his neck.
"S-stop!" he laughed. I giggled. Soon we were laughing just to laugh.
"That was the hardest I've ever laughed." I state after we stop laughing.
"Same here." Jason agrees, smiling.
"Come on, we have camp and Xander to deal with." I say, getting up.
"I better go get to my cabin. See ya Cynthia." Jason says, going down through the entrance.
"Great, I've only been here a day and I'm falling for a guy. Damn you emotions." I curse after he leaves. I go down into the cabin part and grab my things before lugging them up into the attic. I went to the bathroom with all the supplies that I had that would go in there, stopping at the window over the desk. I could see Jason running into the boy's cabin. I smiled slightly before putting my things away. I took a shower, got dressed (black shorts, a T-shirt with purple roses in blood, and black flip-flops), dried my hair, and put it into a long braid down my back.
I jumped through the entrance and onto the top bunk. I could see a couple of girls waking up. I put on a black hoddie on my way outside. It was kind-of cold outside, but it helped me wake up. I walk down to the dock and sit on the edge, looking over the misty lake.
"Campers aren't allowed to be down here." the monotone councelor from yesterday said, coming to sit beside me.
"I don't care," I grumble, "Who are you away?"
"My name is Samantha, Sam for short. What's your name kid?" she asks.
"I'm Cynthia Dawns." I reply politely.
"So your the camper who did a number on Chad," at my questioning look she elaborated, "The blond boy."
"He had it coming." I say in defense.
"Never said he didn't." Sam replied with a smirk.
"So why are you out here Cynthia?" she asks, looking over the lake.
"Thinking. Plus I don't want to deal with the other girls. I only tolerate Xander, my twin brother, Jason Voorhees, my 'friend', and now you." I answer, pulling my legs against my stomach, wrapping my arms around them and resting my chin on my knees. We sat in silence until the other counselors started to round up the campers.
"See ya later Sam." I say, running to join Xander and Jason. Xander just raised an eyebrow when Jason and my cheeks turned pink.
"What were you doing with that counselor?" Xander asked.
"That's Sam, she's the only decent one." I explain.
"Campers may take their seats and begin to eat." the camp director announced.
We spent the next 9 days like that except Jason and I grew closer, all the campers except us started to hate Sam, and the bullies went as far as to push Jason. It all changed on our 11th day there. All the campers, even us, were at the shore and docks. Jason, Sam, Xander, and I were just lounging around when Chad, the blond boy I beat up on my first day here, grabbed Jason and started to drag him to the docks. Now Jason had a fear of water and couldn't swim so he was terrified. Chad's goons hit Sam in the back of the head, knocking her out, and kept Xander and I from helping Jason.
"Jason!" I yelled in vain as Chad threw him into the water. It was like 10-16 feet deep where Jason was. All the other kids watched as I struggled to help him and him as he screamed bloodly murder.
"Jason!" I yelled, tears running down my face. He gave me one last look before he went under the water.....and didn't come up. The goons let me go and I fell to the ground, crying.
"You killed him!" I yelled at the shocked Chad in anger, my anger giving me strength.
"He couldn't swim you moron, he was afraid of water! You killed him!" I yelled, tackling him into the water. In the end, he ended up with a broken arm, a broken leg, and some head trauma. No police ever came to get Jason's body out of the lake, so his body was left to rot in the water. Mrs. Voorhees came to the camp and killed all the counselors except Sam, blaming them for his death.
"He's dead. I never got to tell him I loved him." I whispered into Xander's shirt, tears still running down my face. We were at Mrs. Voorhees funeral. One of the counselors beheaded her before dying of blood loss.
"He knew somewhere in his heart." Xander replied. After the funeral, we ran away from home and went to live in France. It wasn't till I was 21 that I got the courage to go back to Camp Crystal Lake. I made Xander stay in France. I stopped my car outside the gate. I walked into the camp, memories of meeting Jason and all the things we did together running through my head. I stopped when I heard screaming. I walked until I reached a red barn. Inside, a boy who looked around 22 was with a girl who looked like him but younger, were trying to kill a man about 2 feet taller than me, with a lot of muscle, and had his face covered by a Hockey mask. The girl looked like me when I was 16. She was also wearing the locket with a picture of me and Jason in it.
"What's going on!?" I thundered, angry cause that was my necklace.
"Help us please." the girl begged watching her brother be slammed into a wall.
"Fine." I growled. I ran and jumped on the tall guy's back.
"Leave.....him......alone!" I scream, trying to choke him. He let the guy go. I jumped off his back, grabbed the beat up guy's hand and the girls, before running like hell.
"I'm Clay Miller, this is my sister Whitney." the 22 year old introduced them.
"I'm Cynthia Dawns. Why are you two in this mess away!" I yell, looking behind us to see the guy gaining on us.
"He *nods towards killer* thinks I'm someone from his past and is trying to capture me! Clay saved me." Whitney explained.
"Come on. I know a secret place in this camp that only 3 people know about." I whisper loosing sight of killer.
"How?" Clay said suspiciously. I sighed.
"Cause I was in the last group to come to Camp Crystal Lake. Now come on, towards the girl's cabin." I state running towards it. When we got inside I felt tears prickle in my eyes.
"Up here." I whisper climbing on the top bunk.
"This is really secret." Clay said sarcastically.
"You sound so much like Xander, it's unbelievable." I realize. I find the changed pattern on the ceiling and pushed it up. I climbed up into the attic. I helped Whitney and Clay up before shutting it. It looked just like it did all those years ago. There was even no dust!
"What is this place?" Clay whispered, looking around.
"You can be as loud as you want, it's sound proof up here. This was where Xander, J- my best friend, and I used to hang out. All my things should still be here, I left them all here for when I came back." I state, laying on my bed.
"Who's Xander?" Whitney asked.
"My twin brother. He's in France." I explain.
"Wait a minute, you were in the last group here! Then you were here when Jason Voorhees died." Clay realized. I felt my tears break free silently.
"I watched as Chad threw him in the water. I watched as he looked at me before going under, never to come up. I watched as Mrs. Voorhees killed every counselor except Sam, the one who was knocked out but would have helped. I watched as the last counselor beheaded Mrs. Voorhees before dying of blood loss." I growl.
"We didn't you help Jason?!" Whitney screamed, shaking me.
"I would have but Chad, the murderer, had some boys hold me back. Jason and I were close. In the picture in that locket, him and I are hugging." I say, pointing to the locket around Whitney's neck.
"T-This is your locket! It's the only reason the killer is keeping me alive." Whitney explained, handing me my locket. I opened it.
"This is Jason when he was 13. This me when I was 13. Whitney, you look somewhat like me when I was younger." I point out.
"So, your the girl he wants and he mistaked me for you!" the girl shrieks. I suddenly remember why I'm here.
"I have to do what I came here for." I state, getting up and walking towards the entrance.
"Wait, what are you do, he'll take you." Whitney said, grabbing onto my arm.
"I've needed to do this for years. I need to say goodbye to Jason." I said, shaking her off. I opened the hatch and jumped silently onto the top bunk. Clay shut the entrance after I jumped. I jumped elegantly to the floor. I walked to the dock where Jason was pushed. I feel to my knees, tears running down my face. I looked to where Jason sunk.
"I'm sorry I never said goodbye, it was too painful. I still can't believe you're dead Jason. If you don't remember me, I'm Cynthia Dawns, your best friend. Xander is busy is France, that's why he isn't here. I miss you Jason. I guess I never got to tell you how I really felt-feel- about you. Goodbye Jason Voorhees." I said before collapsing, all my strength seeming to leave me.
"Cynthia!" Clay said, picking up my limp body.
"What the hell, are you trying to get yourself killed!" Whitney said, looking around. Suddenly, where Jason died, the killer jumped out of the water and on to the dock. I just looked on with dead eyes.
"Just let me die." I whisper to Clay.
"No, I won't let you die." He hissed, reminding me of Xander.
"So much like Xander." I whispered as he back away from the killer. The killer's eyes were locked on me and were swirling with emotion. Those eyes....they reminded me of Jason.
"Cyn...." the killer murmured. Only two people ever called me Cyn. My blue eyes snapped open completely.
"Put me down, God dammit." I snapped at Clay. He just ignored me and kept backing up....so I punched him in the jaw. He dropped me with a 'thud'. I could see anger light in the killer's eyes. I stood up and started walking toward him cautiously. He made no move to attack me, just following my movements. If this was who I think it is and I'm not crazy, my idea should work. I started to run, Clay and Whitney following me. I ran for the girl's cabin. I knew that if this was Jason, he was gonna be pissed. I ran into the cabin, climbed up to the top bunk, and up into the attic. I ran to where the TV was. Beside it was all the CDs that we would listen to. I put in the one labeled 'Jason and Cynthia's CD' into the DVD thing. As the first song came on, the killer/ possibly Jason came up. He ran at Clay, who was standing beside me. I changed the song to the one Jason and me used to sing to.
"I surrender; I know I've been a pretender
You can have this guilt, this misery, I wear so well
I wave my flag, I sound the alarm
Somebody stop me before I do any harm
I surrender; I know I've been a pretender
I'm living a dead life; I'm staring into the headlights
Of a getaway car that'll take me out of my mind, tonight
Crash and burn, S.O.S., somebody help me get out of this mess of a dead life
I'm burning under the spotlight." I sang. The killer turned to face me, motionless.
"My heart is a fist drenched in blood
My soul will fight again
My heart is a fist drenched in blood
My soul will rise again." I sang, hoping he would at least hum to the next part.
"Take a look at these hollow eyes, one last look before I say goodbye
To this candle-lit nightmare I feel like I never escape
So watch me fall from grace, watch me carve my hate
In the heart of a lover I feel I could never escape my fate," I sang, but I'm pretty sure I heard him humming along.
"My heart is a fist drenched in blood
My soul will fight again
My heart is a fist drenched in blood
My soul will rise again," I sang, knowing someone was faintly singing with me.
"I see you on your cloud looking down
I am on my knees today but you don't notice me
I see you on your cloud looking down
I am on my knees today but you don't notice me
You don't notice me
You don't notice me
You don't notice me," the killer said, more than sang, the part alone. This was where Jason would sing.
"I'm screaming while I pray
While I pray
While I pray
You don't notice me
I'm sick of you, God
I'm done with you
I see you on your cloud looking down
I am on my knees today but you don't notice me," he sang.
"My heart is a fist drenched in blood
My soul will fight again
My heart is a fist drenched in blood
My soul will rise again." we sang together softly. I knew if the next part worked this was Jason. As the next song came on, I walked up to him, like at the docks. I raised a hand to his neck and tickled it slightly. He started shaking in silent laughter. This was Jason!
"Jason!" I yelled, jumping on him in a hug. I can't believe he grew this much. He dropped his machete and hugged me back, twirling me.
"Jason, as in the little kid who drowned?" Clay said, not believing. I just ignore him. I jump from Jason's arms.
"How the hell are you alive!?" I shriek.
"I am a ghost." he whispered, his voice deeper from when he was 13.
"You are dead." I realize, stepping back slightly.
"How." I demand more than ask.
"This whole camp is my grave, whenever someone comes here or around here I kill them." he said like it was simple. I smiled at him slightly, only Jason would do something like that. The moment was ruined by a car horn.
"S***!"
There was chapter 2. Reviews are welcomed.
The song was 'My Heart is a Fist' by Papa Roach.