Epic fail. You want to know why? I was originally going to update on Friday the 13th of November, but never got to it. Serious epic fail. Guys, I want to give a sincere apology for not updating as fast as I've been telling you. Time has just been taken away from me. Every chance I did get on here, I would add a little more onto my next chapter, which finally I got to finish.

Also, I want to give BIG thanks to all those who still continued to review my story, even during my disappearance. I appreciated it beyond so many levels, really I do. It means a lot that I know I have people reading my story and whatnot. More thanks for adding this story onto your favorites and alerts list, as well as adding myself as a favorite author. You guys are the best. (:

Another thanks to Wife of Jason Voorhees - She helped me big time. BTW, HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2010! Best wishes to you all.

Onto Chapter Twelve: Enjoy.

Chapter Twelve: What Lies Beneath

"PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE! DEAR GOD!" ran throughout the darkened woods of Camp Crystal Lake. Emma was entirely unsure of where she was, but stopping to see if he was hot on her trail never crossed her mind. She continued to run as fast as her legs would let her, save for all the numerous tree branches and twigs that would hit her in the face or cause her to fall. Despite the fact that it wasn't Friday the 13th, Emma would definitely agree to the fact that today was her unluckiest day ever.

She decided to come to a halt to catch up with her breathing. Everything that she had seen right before her eyes literally knocked the wind out of her. She didn't have the slightest idea of who was behind that hockey mask or even why he was killing everyone around here. Wait, was everyone dead? Emma more than likely believed so, she didn't want to think about it.

Within a close distance, Emma heard the sound of twigs snapping and she immediately picked a random tree to hide behind. She knew it had to be him and this scared her out of her wits.

Emma dared to take a small peek, seeing if it was the man in the hockey mask. Emma immediately covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound. Unfortunately for her, it was Jason Voorhees in the flesh. Emma could feel her whole body start to shake due to the anxiety and the panic from this whole situation. She watched intensely at Jason's movements, all the while being mighty careful not to make a peep.

Having done this dozens of times, Jason was accustomed to seeing in the dark. He stood very still and controlled his breathing. He knew the girl was around here somewhere and he tried using his strong senses to try and pick up something she had left behind or a sign that she's still here, within distance of killing her. Jason wanted to strangle her to no end.

Emma felt some kind of liquid touch the top of her head. It wasn't raining nor were there any other signs of rain coming in, it was supposed to be a clear night. She made sure Jason wasn't looking in her direction and took a glance upward. It only made things worse. She literally had to claw her hand into her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Upon the tree in a pile of branches lay Rick's decaying body. The blood that had dripped onto the top of her head was still fresh, knowing he must've been killed earlier that day.

With tear streaks decorating her face, Emma decided to make a bold move and check to see if Jason was still out where she last saw him. Thankfully on her behalf, he was still there and hadn't noticed anything that would've made him think she wasn't too far away.

Jason still didn't have much of a trace to where her whereabouts are, deciding to continue on the path ahead. Emma, knowing of his sudden departure, dropped her hand and let out a long sigh. This was all too much for her. If only she could just go back in time and prevent this from happening. If only.

Emma didn't have the slightest idea of how to get out of this place, but at the same time, she was still too scared to move a muscle knowing he could pop out and kill her any second. She knew cowering behind this tree wasn't going to get her anywhere, so she decided to put on a brave face and step out.

Running wasn't the best way to move, knowing it would cause a noise in an instant. Instead, she quietly moved about the woods with watchful eyes in search of the man in the mask. One thing was certain, if that man did find her, she wouldn't be as lucky to be alive as she was now. She absolutely was sure of it. With each step she took, she would inhale deeply to put her nerves at ease, though it didn't help much. It was better doing so instead of crying hysterically.

As Emma headed further and further into the woods, she noticed a faint light in the distance. Could someone be here? If so, that would mean... rescue. Emma didn't hesitate into following the faint light, eventually turning out to be a cabin with the still faint light. This immediately filled Emma with hope, someone was here. Hopefully not dead, that is. Sticking to the positive side, Emma, still with watchful eyes, walked up to the cabin door.

She only stared at the door in front of her for what seemed like an eternity. She wanted to knock, knowing it was the polite thing to do, but paranoia took over her, constantly thinking the man would pop out of the woods any second. Instead, she immediately opened the door and scurried on in, a feeling of hope and security instantly washed over her. Emma then leaned against the door, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh. Boy, was she in deep trouble.

After taking several minutes to calm herself, Emma re-wrapped the blanket around her body and clutched onto it tightly. She then took a moment to look at her surroundings, surprised to see that she was in a fairly decent cabin. Not rundown with any signs of vacancy nor decay. Emma made an assumption that this cabin was probably built not too long ago. The feeling of being in a new place filled with lavishing furniture excited her to no extent, but she knew she needed to find the owner of this cabin first. Before she began to search about the cabin, she retraced her steps back to the back door of the cabin, locking it. Just in case.

Emma knew just by locking the door wasn't going to stop that man or whatever he was. After all, he looked ridiculously strong and with that machete of his, well all hopes were shot. Emma just shook her head and immediately searched throughout the cabin.

Alexa however, was upstairs in her bedroom, lounging about reading her favorite book series. She set the book down next to her, saving the last page she read. She then sighed. It had been a very long day, especially since Jason was gone for most of it on his killing spree. She figured there must've been more people out there today for Jason to kill, so he obviously must've been busy. She still missed him, greatly. While Jason was away, it surely got lonely and boring around here. Sure Alexa could read, watch television, go out and take a walk, go for a swim, all that, but yet... she wanted some company to enjoy said things with.

Of course she wanted to be with Jason to do all those things, but she also thought of her friends. She didn't realize how much she truly missed her old life back in Maine. Thinking back, she wondered if her best friend, Lindsay and her boyfriend, Kyle ever won prom king and queen. She smiled at the thought, they were the perfect couple. She hoped the best for Lindsay, hoping she was mainly doing OK at least. Alexa then frowned. This was supposed to be her senior year in high school, the year she was waiting for. She promised herself she would go to prom with Kaden, she promised her friends on all the things they said they would do together, and she promised she would have a decent, relaxing vacation with her parents.

Tears slowly began to travel down from her saddened eyes. She never would be able to do all of those things. Even if she could, of course she wouldn't be going to prom with Kaden. The bastard was dead. Still, she wanted to spend time with her close friends and family. She always wondered if God was supposed to put her here, if this was truly how her life was destined to be. She didn't exactly hate it, main reason was Jason himself. She loved her life here too and she didn't have anything to blame Jason for. Sure he kept her from leaving, but she knew it was the same reason she was thinking about at this exact minute: to not be lonely. Even if it did pain her to be away from her old life, she was glad she was here with Jason. She loved him.

After wiping away the extra tears on her face, Alexa was then brought from her thoughts when she heard light footsteps outside her door. She knew it couldn't be Jason, those footsteps sounded really light and faint. Nothing comparable to Jason's, unless he's trying to be quiet to scare or surprise her. She wasn't sure, but she didn't want to take any chances. She grabbed her hidden pocket knife and stealthily walked up to the bedroom door, her hand reaching out to the door knob. She twisted the knob, but didn't open it. She took in a few breaths, prayed to God, then quickly opened the door, pocket knife ready to attack.

Two high-pitched screams equally filled the quiet cabin as Alexa and Emma stared wide-eyed at each other. Once the screams vanished, Alexa boldly asked, "Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my cabin?"

Emma only stared at the pocket knife in Alexa's right hand, uneasy to respond. Alexa seemed to notice and put the knife into her back pocket. "Well?" Alexa then added, impatient.

"I don't mean to intrude on your home, but there's some psycho outside trying to kill me! He's already killed my other friends!" Emma outspoken.

Alexa of course, knew she was referring to Jason, but obviously this girl didn't know it was the infamous Jason Voorhees. She noticed the girl was shaken up, and only wrapped in a blanket. Why? She didn't want to know. If she was naked under that blanket, obviously she must've had sex while the attacks were happening. Figures.

"I see... what's your name anyway?" Alexa decided to ask.

"Emma. Yours?" Emma was surprised how this girl was responding to what she had said earlier about a killer outside. Wasn't she scared at all? She was as calm as the ocean waves. Well she at least should be nice to her, she was her only way to safety, even if she didn't like her.

"Alexa. Nice to meet you, I guess. Uhm, do you happen to need a spare of clothes?"

Emma's eyes widened with glee. "Oh please, if you happen to have anything. Anything at all!" Alexa nodded and motioned for her to follow her back into the bedroom she was previously in. Alexa stopped at her dresser, looking through random articles of clothing that could best suit the girl. Alexa then pulled out a bra, a pair of underwear, a black tank top, and a pair of jean shorts. "That should hold you up for the mean time."

Emma eagerly took the clothing and before she headed into the bathroom to change, she turned to give Alexa a quick, friendly hug followed by a "Thank you!" Alexa returned the hug and told her to go on and change. Emma immediately did so.

This must've been the tenth time Alexa sighed that day. What was she going to do? If Jason found out this girl was here, she'd be dead within seconds. She knows Emma must be Jason's last target of the day, and he won't settle until he sees her blood. Alexa gave a light laugh, what a dilemma she was in.

The bathroom door then opened, revealing Emma in her new clothes. "Thanks again. You've been a huge help."

Alexa smiled in response, then looked back down at the ground. An awkward silence filled the bedroom. "So," Emma spoke, deciding to start a conversation, "What are you doing living here by yourself anyway? You seem young, my age in fact."

Alexa grew a little nervous. She couldn't tell Emma her real reason for why she was here, especially the part the she was in love with that "so called psycho" Emma referred to Jason as. Emma would've thought she was insane, as if she didn't hear that enough.

"Well I'm eighteen. I moved out of my parents house not too long ago and I've always wanted to live out in the wilderness and thought this was the perfect place, so here I am. How old are you, by the way?" Alexa smiled inside, her lie sounded convincing.

Emma nodded, "Oh. Well I'm nineteen, just a year older it seems."

Alexa also nodded. 'Really? As if I couldn't tell, Captain Obvious.' This girl was slightly annoying her, but she kept her cool. Then again, it was a satisfying feeling, she got her company she wanted, even if it was with some random person that happened to be Jason's next victim.

She was still indecisive with what to do with Emma. She knew Jason would eventually come back to the cabin to check up on her, it was late outside.

"Don't you get lonely out here by yourself?" Emma inquired.

Alexa was still deep in thought, but then looked up. "I'm sorry, I spaced. What did you say?"

"I said, doesn't it get lonely being out here by yourself?" 'No, because I actually live out here with a serial killer who I love very dearly.' Yeah, that sounded like a well thought out and reasonable reply.

"Eh, sometimes. But I'll live. I don't really mind. From time to time, I'll go back and visit friends and family, but when I'm here... I'm OK." This made her think of Jason. She smiled, she was OK.

Just then, the sound of the back door to the cabin slamming was heard up to bedroom. Oh shit. "What the fuck was that?" Emma immediately asked, startled. 'Jason, that's what.' Alexa shook her head, she had to think of a plan and quick. Emma's life was at stake. Alexa could feel her heart beat ten times harder. She grabbed Emma's wrist and walked her over to the closet. Opening the closet door and with all her strength, Alexa shoved Emma into the closet and held her finger to her mouth, motioning for her to be quiet.

"What's going on?" Emma whispered, panicked. "Please, don't move. Don't speak. Stay here." Alexa then shut the door and headed out of the bedroom. Once out in the hallway, Alexa saw a dark silhouette that resembled Jason's tall, dark figure. Only a small portion of Jason's mask was shown from the moonlight, the rest of him was covered in complete darkness. Alexa could hear light rain drops hit the cabin roof. Apparently it was indeed supposed to thunderstorm over night. Lovely.

There was an eerie chill in the space between Jason and Alexa. Flashes of lightning began to occur, giving Jason a more menacing look. Alexa was growing nervous and shaky to be in the presence of him. She decided to be brave and speak up.

"Hi, Jason." Alexa stood in her same position, frightened to actually do anything. She feared how Jason was feeling. This could end up ugly for her, but most likely for Emma if he finds her.

Jason only stared at Alexa, unmoving. It was scary for her to look at him. Jason's eyes were replaced with deep, dark, black holes from his mask. The way he was presenting himself... it showed Alexa that Jason wasn't anywhere near content. Alexa caught her breath when Jason began to take small steps closer to her. With each step Jason would take, a flash of lightning would beam through the window which added to the dark aroma coming from him. The rain began to pour harder and loud booms of thunder proceeded.

Once Jason was closer to Alexa, she began to head back in her steps. That was probably the only thing she could do at this moment. Within a minute, the two were in the bedroom. Jason then stopped, taking a minute to look around. Something just wasn't right to him. He began to sniff the air, the scent of Emma growing familiar. She's been here. Jason clutched his machete tightly, frantically searching about the room for her. Where is she?

Alexa noticed Jason's state. He was clutching his machete and his body shook violently. He was pissed off. She had a feeling he knew Emma was here. Damn. Unable to focus, Jason let his anger take over. He began tossing furniture everywhere. He knew Emma was in here, he wanted her dead.

Take a breath,
hold it in,
start a fight,
you won't win.
Had enough?
let's begin,
never mind,
I don't care.

Jason grabbed the nearest lamp on the nightstand opposite of Alexa and threw it across the room, nearly missing Alexa's head by inches. This caused Alexa to loose her balance and she fell over with a loud thud. 'Jason, what has gotten into you?'

Gently pulling herself up, she noticed Jason had stopped his havoc and stared straight at the closest door. The only place he hadn't checked for Emma yet. He didn't hesitate into opening it. "Wait!" Alexa pleaded. Her stomach twisted multiple times, Emma was going to die.

Jason ignored Alexa, pulling Emma out of the closest tightly by her hair. "Let go of me, you fucker!" Emma spat, kicking and punching to try and get the man to let go of her. Jason then lifted her high up, where Emma was eye level with Jason. She knew she was knocking on Death's door right about now.

"Jason... please, let her go. I'm the one who let her stay. Punish me, not her! She didn't do anything wrong." Alexa cautiously took a few steps toward Jason, but when she received a machete pointing right at her, she immediately backed up. He was warning her to stay away from him. A low, scratchy growl even escaped from his throat.

Emma hadn't paid much attention to what Alexa had said, she was only thinking if she was seconds away from death. Jason shook his head madly. It's time for her to die. He lifted Emma a few feet higher and then completely slammed her down hard, face first. When Alexa heard the sound of something cracking, she cringed. She immediately backed away from the scene, ending up in a corner.

All in all,
you're no good.
You don't cry, like you should.
Let it go,
if you could.
When love dies in the end.

Jason lifted Emma back up in the same position to only examine her. Her nose was slightly out of place, blood coming from it as well as her mouth. Her eyes were closed, not wanting to look at her killer any longer. Emma was whimpering, the pain among her face was becoming more and more immense and unbearable. Alexa had covered her eyes during the attack, but she then glanced back up. The minute she saw Emma's face, she covered her face right back up. Emma didn't deserve this, but there was nothing she could do unless she wanted to end up just like her. It was her fault she was facing this though, keeping Emma here. She should've just told her to run out of here and to get help in the nearest town. She didn't think about that at all.

Jason then slammed Emma back down on the ground face first, but this time twice as hard. Alexa heard a loud cry of pain coming from Emma. She covered her ears as well, suppressing the screams. Blood began to consume the hardwood floors. Jason lifted Emma up again to examine her. Her face was deforming and was nearly covered in blood. She had lost some teeth as well.

Jason repeated his steps two more times. Emma wasn't screaming anymore, but the sound of her body hitting the floor made Alexa shake. 'Oh Lord, make this stop.' Jason lifted Emma up for the last time, then threw her across the room. It was time to work with his machete. Alexa glanced up and noticed the long, sharp knife glisten from the lightning flash. This was it for Emma.

So I'll find what lies beneath,
your sick twisted smile.
As I lay underneath,
your cold, jaded eyes.
Now you turn the tide on me,
'cause you're so unkind.
I will always be here,
for the rest of my life.

Jason approached Emma, placing a foot on her stomach to keep her from moving. Emma coughed up some blood, but didn't take notice of the dark, looming figure over her. It was all a blur to her at the moment. Jason then brought down his machete, decapitating her head. She was pronounced dead now. Jason then began dismembering other parts of her body.

Blood consumed the room. Alexa still had her eyes covered, but she knew exactly what was happening from the sound of Jason's machete hitting flesh and wood. When she didn't hear anything more, Alexa brought her head up, tears uncontrollably running down her face. She was also shaken up.

Jason was now starring at the dismembered Emma. Then Jason turned his head toward Alexa, which caused her to jump and scream. He began walking over to her, then was right in front of her, space less of. She was completely trapped and she was far from knowing what Jason was going to do to her.

"J-Jason?" She managed to say, seeing if he would respond in any way. Jason only continued to stare her down. Alexa closed her eyes, praying to God. This could be it for her.

Jason knew this was his Alexa he was trapping in a corner. However, he wasn't completely focused and couldn't control himself. His anger still got the best of him and he wasn't feeling completely satisfied yet. He needed to see more blood.

He brought his machete up. Alexa widened when she saw the knife. Oh dear. Jason roughly grabbed Alexa's left forearm. She winced at the tightness, but tried to keep herself as calm and collected as possible. That was hard for her.

She felt the machete then slice into her right forearm lightly. She cried out in pain as the blood began to seep through the cut and travel down her arm. Once Jason heard Alexa's cry, it was as if it was a smack in the face to him. He backed up immediately, dropping his machete to the ground. He hurt his Alexa. He hurt her.

Jason was shaking violently yet again, then ran out of the room. Alexa grabbed hold of her arm to keep the blood from flowing more. "J-Jason, w-wait!" She could've sworn she saw guilt within those eyes of his. She knew Jason didn't intentionally mean to hurt her. He was in the moment of his killing instincts. It was in his nature.

She slid down in the corner, landing on her rear end. She knew she wasn't going to see him for the rest of the night.

There you have it, ladies and gents. Chapter Twelve. I think this was a big turning point in this story, don't you think? BTW, the bolded and italicized words were lyrics, I thought they fit in with the scene, so I added it. The song's 'What Lies Beneath' by Breaking Benjamin. Great song. Check it out sometime. Well, let me know what you guys think. Take care.

- Horror-Scene-Kid