In this chapter you get a P.O.V. of Jason and to be honest, the way I wrote it makes him sound almost like a genius. Lol. When people think of Jason Voorhees, they kind of just think of a guy wielding a machete killing teenagers but to be honest…he's more than that. I know people seem to think that, because he doesn't talk and he died when he was very young and blah blah blah, that he's 'stupid.' But he really isn't. And as I've said before this story takes place AFTER the 2009 movie and in the 2009 movie they try to make Jason into a more intelligent killer, more realistic. Therefore, my Jason Voorhees has a brain and he uses it. Granted, he doesn't talk but he does THINK. Thank you for reading. =] Please REVIEW…and enjoy.

Oh yeah, and this will probably be the only time I use Jason's P.O.V., unless you guys request more of it. I don't think I'm really going to need it for the next chapters; I just needed it for this one.

Also, I'm not sure how much damage the gun I've chosen would do, I'm sure it wouldn't look like a gunshot wound BUT that's what I described so…deal with it. =P

A few weeks had passed and everything was quiet. I thought this place was supposed to be haunted or some shit like that. I had made Niko breakfast and once he was done, he left to go do some bidding for the family. He didn't say one word to me when he left. Motherfucker got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning; he was extremely snippy when he left the house. To be quite honest, he had been acting weird all week, after he came back from a job in New York. He was starting to become distant from me and I didn't understand why. A few nights ago he slept on the couch. I keep thinking there's something that I did but I honestly can't recall anything. I rolled my eyes at the thought of him continuing to be a dick when he got home.

I stalked around the house for about 20 minutes looking for something to do. It was hopeless. This place was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but there was absolutely nothing to do. Niko told me there was a dock down the road but we didn't have a boat and he wasn't sure what happened with the owner's boat. I sat on the leather couch, trying to think of something to do. I peered over at a bookshelf. I wasn't in the mood to read. Instead, I got up and walked into the bathroom.

I looked into the mirror for a quick second, pushing a loose strand a hair behind my ear. I checked myself out for a few more seconds, before turning and walking over to the shower. I turned the knob to hot and waited for the water to heat up while I slipped out of my jeans and baby tee. I turned back to the mirror, standing in a pink and black bra and thong combo. I took my long, brown hair out of its untidy pony and let it fall onto my back and shoulders.

The water should be piping hot by now. I walked into the shower, letting the water hit my skin. It was extremely hot, just the way I like it. It was the kind of heat that when you step out of the shower, in the cooler air, you skin is literally steaming. I was basically cooking, which is sick concept to grasp. The water cascaded down my body, down my supple C cup and down my perfect legs. It was very relaxing feeling the hot water hit my body. I wanted to lie in the tub and just fall asleep in there.

Turning my back to the water, I let me thick hair get wet. I wasn't planning on washing it, seeing as how I washed it the day before. I just liked the feeling of the water going through my hair. I closed my eyes and freed my mind. I had been thinking about Niko and when his ass was going to get home but I didn't want to think about how he was going to act once he walked over the threshold.

BAM! CRASH! I opened my eyes quickly, hearing some smash. It sounded as if it came from outside. I had the window open in the bathroom so the heat wouldn't make the mirrors are disgusting. You would think that I wouldn't be able to hear something smash outdoors but apparently it was loud enough to catch my attention.

I turned off the water, and waited a moment, wanting to hear more. "Niko?" I yelled out of the shower, hoping to her his voice respond back to me, but I heard nothing. I stood in the shower for a few more seconds, before deciding to investigate. Obviously, I turned off the water and stepped onto the floor, grabbing a towel and wrapping it securely around my tiny frame.

There was absolute silence when I opened the door to the bathroom. "…Niko?" My voice was a lot quieter this time. It was extremely weird that after that loud bang, there was utter silence. For a quick second, I started to think the stories of the Camp Crystal Lake Killer were true.

I heard the backdoor slide open, and I slowly backed into the bathroom. "Aislin!" A heavy sigh of relief swam through my body. Niko sounded upset about something. "Yeah?" There was a hint of annoyance in my voice. I didn't like being talked to like I was his slave.

I let my towel fall to the floor, hoping to get a few minutes of peace. He pushed open the door to see me standing at the mirror completely naked. "…Put your damn clothes on." I furrowed my brow as he walked into the living room. What a fucking asshole. I rolled my eyes and quickly got dressed.

Walking into the front room, I saw a petite blonde bitch sitting on the couch. Her legs were crossed. She wore a small black dress with some flashy black heels. Her platinum blonde hair was long, like mine. I rolled my eyes yet again, looking at this stupid whore. Who the fuck was she? I spoke up, talking to Niko but staring intently at the girl. "And who is this?" I pointed at her while Niko turned toward me. The stupid ass was stuffing his face in the kitchen. "That is Marissa." He winked at her as she said his name. She turned her head to me and smiled. I wanted to vomit. There was something going on here…I could just feel it.

Niko left the kitchen area and began to walk closer to me. "Baby, can we talk outside for a minute?" I nodded as he put his arm around my shoulder and lead my outside onto the terrace. I hadn't even noticed that it was nighttime. I must have been in the shower longer than I expected. The moon was high in the sky, almost full. It was gorgeous.

"What was that loud bang?" I looked up at Niko, his arm still around my shoulders. He looked down at me and merely shook his head. "Don't worry about that right now…" His voice was cold, and it tried to sound a little too convincing for me. "You know baby, I think we've drifted apart…" I raised a brow as I looked at him. What the fuck was he talking about? If anything, he's drifted from me and God only knows why. He walked down to the edge of the lake, I was close by his side, he had never let go of my shoulders. "I think it's best if we went our own ways." What? He was leaving me? Prick.

"Niko, what the hell are you talking about? Two weeks ago you were talking about marrying me and having a family…what's changed?" He looked over to the house then back at me. I nodded, knowing it had to do something with that little blonde bimbo inside. "Ah, so you've fallen for her?" He shook his head 'no.' "Not exactly, hun. The family doesn't need your services anymore. They think you've gotten sloppy, lazy."

I furrowed my brows again. "Niko…we're on the run. I was specifically told by you that I shouldn't go after that Morozov guy. You said your father didn't want me to." He nodded at me. He moved from my side to behind me. I was starting to get suspicious. I knew he was up to something, but I couldn't figure out what. "This is true. I did tell you that…but to be honest…I'm just getting sick of being with you…" Having said that, I felt something hard hit me in the back of the head. I fell forward into the lake. It was shallow where I fell but that didn't stop Niko from coming in after me and dragging me in deeper. He put wrapped his fingers around my neck and held me under the water. Niko was definitely a lot stronger than I was; I knew that I wasn't going to be able to fight back, even if I was an accomplished assassin. I kicked violently, splashing water everywhere. His grip became tighter around my throat. I could feel the oxygen escaping my body.

Knowing that he wasn't going to stop until I was dead, I decided to do the smartest thing I could think of… I slowly stopped moving and started to go limp. I had to make this as believable as I could. My eyes were still open, staring up at him when he let go of my throat. He must have been trying to decided if they were lifeless or not, because he stared down at me for a few minutes. I desperately needed to breathe but I had to make sure that he wasn't around and thankfully he got up and walked back onto the land, dripping water up the path into the house. I took a deep breath, letting the sweet air fill my lungs as I crawled to the shore. I collapsed onto the ground at first, needing more air.

After about 5 minutes of calming myself down, I stood up and walked to the tool shed that was down the path from the house. The tool shed looked like a mini house; it was big enough to house a family of 2 or 3. I turned the light on and it began to flicker. When the police investigated this whole house, they didn't bother to clean it up too well because there was still blood stained onto the floor of the shed. I walked over to a wall that held many tools, looking for the best one to use for my revenge. Suddenly, it hit me…Niko kept a gun in here. I remembered him telling me that he was going to hide his Browning 9x19mm Hi-Power. I quickly began to scan the large shed, looking for the box he kept it in.

After about 10 minutes of searching I had found it. He had hid it on a high shelf at the back of the shed. I grabbed a hockey stick that was lying on the floor pushed the back of the box closer to me. I knew there were no bullets in the gun, but the cartridge would be in the box with it. I knocked the box off the shelf, catching it in my hands. I didn't want to make noise, incase Niko heard it. I opened the box and smiled to myself as I looked down at the little beauty, cartridge and all. I took the cartridge out and popped it into place, before making my way up to the house.

The lights were out in the living room. I lightly tugged on the door to find that it was unlocked. Niko wasn't always the brightest crayon in the box. I slowly opened the door, before making my way into the darkened house.

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Jason's P.O.V.

I watched as he mercilessly murdered her. I had been watching them for days, weeks even. At first, he seemed to really love her and care about her. But whenever she would leave the house, he would bring in other women and have their way with them. Disgusting bastard. For some reason, I felt bad for the girl. She had no idea. When they first arrived I had planned on killing both of them. There was something about this girl that made me think differently though.

The thing that had me so intrigued was the way she would sing. She sang all the time. Her voice was beautiful. It reminded me a lot of my mothers and how my mother used to sing me to sleep when I was younger. Many days I would come back to my cabin, upset and crying, due to the fact that kids would pick on me because of my deformities. Assholes.

I stood behind the tool shed, watching the scene. Once he was finished with her, he left her body there and he went into the house. He's sloppy. Stupid fuck. Within a few minutes, I heard a deep gasp for air and looked over to see the girl, still alive making her way onto land. She lay on the wet ground for a few minutes, probably trying to relax her body.

Once she got up, she disappeared into the tool shed. I moved from behind it and walked over to a small cluster of trees, blending into them in the darkness, waiting for her to emerge.

I watched as she walked out and I cocked my head to the side when she got to the door. We had both noticed that the house was now dark. The guy couldn't have left, he had a lady friend there and from what I've seen in the few weeks they've been here, he was going to fuck that girl.

The little brunette walked into the house and disappeared, seeking the guy. He must be in the bedroom, so that's where I went to. The windows looking to the bedroom were high and wide, they gave you a panoramic view of the lake. I saw the blonde girl and the new male owner of the house going at it.

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Aislin's P.O.V.

I heard moaning coming from the bedroom. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. How could he do that to me? Shit, I might have been a killer but I have emotions and it hurts like hell when the man you love tries to murder you then fucks some stupid little bitch in your bed afterwards. I cocked the gun; I wanted this to be as quick as possible. I walked to the bedroom door, it was ajar. I peered in and saw the blonde riding Niko and again, I rolled my eyes.

I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The girl snapped her head towards me and screamed. I was still dripping water all over the floor. I must have looked like I had just come back from the dead. Marissa, the stupid little blonde, jumped off Niko and covered herself with the white sheets on the bed. Everything was happening so fast. Niko stared at me in disbelief. "What the fuck…" Before he could get out of the bed, I moved closer to him, lifting the gun and aiming it as his head. I cocked my head to the side and let a smirk play at my lips. "You tried to kill me Niko, but you obviously didn't do a good enough job." Before he could speak another syllable I pulled the trigger, unloading 3 bullets directly into his head. My aim was dead on, probably better than Annie Oakley, if that's even possible. Marissa screamed and began to weep as Niko's blood and brains explode from his head all over and her and the headboard of the bed.

I stared at the girl for a minute, contemplating whether or not to kill her. I decided against it, only because I had no real problem with her. Sure, she was fucking Niko, but that bastard had tried to kill me. She stared at me, sheer fear in her eyes. Her eyes pleaded with me not to kill her. "Please don…." I put my hand up to stop her from speaking anymore. "I suggest that you get your shit and leave."My voice was harsh, cold, demanding. I continued to stare at her as she jumped off the bed and grabbed her clothes off the floor. She hurriedly put them on and made her way to the bedroom door, where I was now standing in front of. I put my arm across the opening, blocking her passage. She came to a halt and looked at me, mascara running down her face. It looked as if she wanted to say something but I wasn't going to let her. "You didn't see anything here tonight…and if the police come here, looking for me…I will find you and I will kill you…" I looked over to Niko's body, half of his head blown off. I turned back to her. Hate and disgust were in my eyes. "And it won't be as quick as Niko's." She nodded quickly and I moved my arm so she can pass me.

I looked back over to Niko's body and stared for a few moments, hearing the front door shut in the background. I walked over to the bed and looked down at him, my head cocked to the side. The same smirk plastered across my face. I knew he couldn't hear me but who really cares? "Oh Niko, look at the mess you made in my bed, you stupid bastard." I rolled him off the bed, not caring how hard he hit the ground. I ripped the sheets off and threw them into a pile in the corner of the room. I walked out into the hallway and opened up a slim door that held extra tiles and bed sheets inside it. I took out some new sheets and walked back into the room. Shit…I needed to clean his blood and brains off the headboard too. Might as well use the sheets that were already bloodied. I wiped off the headboard, making it sparkle. Sort of.

After I put the new sheets on the bed I turned to the window and could have sworn I saw someone walking away. I cocked a brow and walked over to look out. To my surprise, I saw no one outside. I shrugged it off and took the dirty sheets into the laundry room and threw them into the washing machine.

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Jason's P.O.V.

After I had witnessed the brunette's murder, I saw her let the little blonde run out to the front. The brunette might let this girl get away but I wasn't going to. After seeing the blood from the guy, I was starting to get an itch to kill and the blonde was going to have to do. I walked to the front of the house, seeing the girl fumbling with her high heels. Apparently she had forgotten to put them on in the house. She was sobbing, still shaken from the events that had just taken place in the brunette's bedroom. "Oh my God…oh my God." I walked up slowly behind her and took out my machete, ready for action.

She heard the familiar sound a knife or sword makes when you take it out of its holder. You know that 'SHHHHHHIIINK' sound. She turned around and stared at me in a mix of amazement and horror. She screamed at the top of her lungs. The scream that a girl in a horror movie would make. Typical. I raised my machete and brought it down fast at an angle, slicing into her neck. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her scream became gurgled. She fell backwards onto the hard ground, her head hitting the ground hard. The impact must have slightly split the back of her skull because blood started to slowly seep out. I looked around me, not satisfied. I needed to murder someone else and the only person left here was the brunette that I was so intrigued by. I walked into the house and made my way for the bedroom. It shouldn't be that hard to find.

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Aislin's P.O.V.

I turned the washing machine on and hoped that the blood would come out easily but I highly doubted it. Blood was a pain in the ass to get out of fabric. I walked back into my bedroom; Niko's body was still on the opposite side of the bed. I sighed, not wanting to have to clean up the rest of his mess. I took his body and dragged it to the window. Being the genius that I am, I opened the window and pushed his ass out. I heard a loud thud hit the ground. I smiled to myself and climbed into bed. Of course I had left a trail of blood on the ground but I didn't feel like cleaning it right now. I was exhausted. I just wanted to sleep.

As I was closing my eyes, I heard a loud scream and immediately jumped up. There was no one else around these parts and the only other person that was here beside her and the now dead Niko was Marissa, Niko's mistress. Why the hell was she screaming? This bitch did a lot of screaming tonight; maybe she wasn't minding her busy and saw Niko's body? Doubtful.

I hopped out of my bed and ran to the front door and flung it open. Marissa had been murdered. It looked as if someone had slit her throat. I wasn't alone. That must mean that the stories were true. I quickly brought my hands to my mouth, wondering where this guy was hiding. For the first time in my life, I actually felt real fear. I slowly turned around and walked into the front room, trying not to make a sound. I wasn't sure if I should have turned the lights on, or kept them off. I ran to my room but was stopped short when something…someone grabbed me. I screamed and began to kick violently.

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Jason's P.O.V.

I knew she was scared and it really gave me a jolt. Killing was my own personal heroin. My grip on her grew tighter the more she struggled. I placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams of terror. I knew that no one could hear her but I didn't want to listen to her scream. She wasn't going to make this easy for me, I just knew it. Growing tired of her kicking, I took my hand from her mouth and hit her hard on the head with the end of my machete, silencing her quickly. Her head fell backwards and I walked with her in my arms. I looked down at her and smirked beneath my mask. I knew that I could have easily killed her but I wanted to keep her to myself for awhile. Her voice amazed me and I wanted to hear more of it. It's a bit hard to believe but her singing comforted me.

I walked back to my cabin at the camp with her lightly bouncing in my arms. She was going to be knocked out for a few hours atleast, enough time for me to get her chained up.

Alright guys, there's the chapter. I loved writing this but it was a bit difficult. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before but I have a VERY hard time writing in first person...just not my thing. Lol. But please REVIEW...I need your opinions. I said in the first chapter that I didn't know if I was going to continue this story. I do want an F13 story but I might change the plot a little and the writing style. So LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! Even if you hate it! You can like "Yo bitch, I hate this story. It sucks balls....re-do this shit." Tell me why you hate it though haha...that way I can make it better and have you WANT to read it. Kthanks. =]