I own nothing...except Cynthia...and the plot.
Cyn's P.O.V:
"Shit!" I exclaimed, knowing that Jason would try to kill whoever was honking that damn horn. Jason broke away reluctantly, like in a trance. As he picked up his matache, Whitney, Clay and I jumped down unto the top bunk, to the floor and out the cabin. We ran to were a large, black jeep was parked. It's honking ceased when we came into view. The person jumped out of the car and ran to me. It was Xander.
"Thank God." I muttered as he smothered me in a hug.
"You're okay, thank f***ing God you're okay." he sighed.
"Hello, sorry to break the happy mood but WE ARE IN DANGER!" Whitney yelled. Jason was no longer the nice 'love you' guy anymore, he was a monster that was unstoppable in rage. I screamed as he came into view.
"GO GO GO!" I yelled in panic, shoving everyone into the jeep. I jumped into the driver's seat when everyone was in the and doors were closed. I turned the car on and slammed the gas. I did a spin in the mud and flew through the gates, desperate to leave.
"Who the hell was that!" Xander roared once we were a mile or two away from the camp...and Jason. I sighed before telling him everything, introducing him to Clay and Whitney before continuing.
"That was Jason?" he chocked out.
"Yes...or at least what is left of him. He has a small sliver of his past self left, the rest is a pure killing machine." I sum up.
"Told you the first time you wanted to be friends with him, he would end up being an a** in the end. I was right...he just had to die first." Xander said awkwardly, trying to calm me. I smirked.
"I can always say you warned me. The thing is, I will never go back but I will always remember him, the little boy he used to be. And I always will wonder what we could have become if I could have broken free and saved him." I said truthfully. I pulled over to the side of the road.
"Can someone take over, I haven't slept in a while." I said sheepishly. Clay and I traded places. I was now in the back with Whitney, Xander in the passenger seat. With that I fell asleep, worn out physically, mentally, and emotionally.
After that, Whitney and Clay moved in with Xander and I in our house in Paris, France. We all stayed together, we all knew we were the only people who would understand each other. I made sure Clay and Whitney knew the person Jason was when he was still alive. Everyday I would look at the picture of Jason and I in my locket, hoping one day he would find peace.
"You know I still have to get revenge on you for punching me at the docks, right?"
There was the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Please, read another one of my stories if you like my writing.