Hey guys!! REVIEW!! Can't stress enough how I need you guys to tell me how this is going. Lol. Ummm I want to mention that the song used in this chapter is NOT mine. It's performed by Stephanie Bentley. It's called "I will survive". It's a great song and I thought it fit in well with this chapter. If you want to hear how Aislin sings it then you'll have to look it up on youtube. Lol. I was going to post a link but I'm too lazy to find one. But REVIEW please and thank you. Oh yeah and enjoy. =D

Waking up the next morning, I had the worst headache ever. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a dark room. I sat up quickly, trying to figure out where the fuck I was. I definitely knew that I wasn't at home in my bed. I tried to get off the bed when I realized that were large cuffs around my wrists chaining me to something, holding me onto the bed. I wasn't sure if I was chained to the bed or chained to the wall, but either way I couldn't leave the bed. This wouldn't be the first time I was chained to a bed.

I surveyed my surroundings. Everything was dirty, old, and dusty and it smelled like some died in this room. Rats filled the room, sitting on shelves, some broken furniture, and the floor. Honestly, I wasn't afraid of rats, I was afraid of whoever brought me here. There was a small table next to me; it was covered in old glass bottles and some other random knickknacks. Behind me, there was another small table or an old trunk, I wasn't really sure what it was but on top of it there was an old lantern and some more knickknacks. There were chains of all sizes hanging from the walls and ceilings. There was a doorway close to me, there were chains hanging from that as well. God, this place smelled horrible.

I scanned my brain, trying to think of how I got down here, and then I remembered what had happened last night. I recalled murdering Niko and then I remembered hearing Marissa scream…then…I was grabbed by someone. I tried to get out of his tight grip but he must have hit me or something because I don't remember anything after that.

I looked down at the bed I was sitting on. I was instantly disgusted. The bed was extremely grimy. There was just a dirty ass sheet to cover the mattress, no blanket. There was a single pillow; someone must have wanted me to be somewhat comfortable. I put my hands down onto the bed and pushed up, moving my knees so that I could kneel onto the bed. I looked around again, trying to find something that might open the locks to my chains. Unfortunately, I found nothing.

My second time looking around the room, I saw a lot more things than the first time. I actually sat there and really observed it more. I saw at the opposite end of the room, there was an inlet that held some kind of big stone wheel; it looked like a wheel that you would use to sharpen blades. This made me uneasy. Behind me there was some sort of grating, it wasn't a wall. Looking through it, it looked like it was a storage room of some sort for whoever lived here. There wasn't anything important in there, just a bunch of junk in my opinion. The sunlight also showed through the grating and over by the large stone wheel.

I sat back down on the bed and put my head against the grating and sighed. I wasn't exactly terrified to be done here…this person was keeping me alive. It was the reason I was still alive that bothered me. Was I going to turn into some sort of sex slave? Was I going to be tortured to death? Did this person want me awake when he or she killed me so that they could hear me scream? A shiver went down my spine as I thought of all the reasons I was here and still alive. I closed my eyes for a moment but then I suddenly heard something, it sounded like a door opening. Within seconds, the opening sound was followed by a loud thud. I quickly opened my eyes and looked to where the sound had come from. It didn't sound like it was that far from me, maybe a couple hundred feet past in front of the stone wheel.

I pulled my knees up to my chin and waited for the person to come into view. There was a pit in the bottom of my stomach. I heard loud footsteps filling the room. Then I saw him…he was extremely tall. He wore an old school hockey mask; it was a dirty white with some red markings on it, there were visible scratches all over it. His clothes were worn and tattered. It looked as if he was wearing black or dark blue pants, a beige shirt that was ripped in some places. He also wore a black jacket, which also had holes all over it. I then realized that the stories about Camp Crystal Lake were true. Jason Voorhees was real. This was unbelievable. I stared at him in a mixture of amazement and slight fear. He was an extremely intimidating sight.

Now I really had no idea why he was keeping me alive. The stories that Niko and I were told always ending for 5 or 6 people meeting there death, not many people survived him. If they did survive, it was because their Guardian Angel was watching over them.

He walked past me, carrying something over his shoulder. I couldn't tell what it was at first but as I stared at him as he walked past, I noticed it was a body. Had there been people camping out on the camp grounds? I continued to look and noticed that the side of the face I could see was Niko's. My eyes grew large. He was disposing Niko's body for me. After a few moments, I cocked a brow, not really understanding why he had Niko's body. He walked into the room that was closet to me and must have dropped Niko onto the hard ground because I heard a large thud. He walked back out of the room and I pushed myself against the grating. I won't sugarcoat this shit, he scared me.

He stopped when he noticed me move and just stared at me. I wasn't sure what he was going to do with me. I stared back at him, looking into his eyes. They were distant, cold. I was almost intrigued by them, for some reason. His eyes reminded me of my mood when I killed someone. I became distant; I entered a mode when killing someone. It seemed to me that he had the same mode. But it was also plausible that he looked at everyone like this. Like he looked at everyone as if they were a fucking disease.

After a few moments he just turned and walked over to the large stone. He gave it one good spin and pulled it his machete before sitting down. Nervousness hit me again, hard. I could feel it in my stomach. I wanted to pass out. He put the machete to the stone and began sharpening it. The noise stung my ears, making my fear grow more intense. I slumped down, trying to make myself small. I really wished that I could disappear. I shivered a bit as I heard the hiss from the blade against the stone.

He stopped suddenly and looked over at me. Again, he just stared at me. I dared not to make a sound, not even a whimper. He stood up, still staring at me at first, and then he turned his head and walked out of the dark room, down a long hallway that was lit by light bulbs on a string. I eased up a bit, knowing that he no longer in the room with me. I heard that familiar opening sound and then I heard a loud bang, signaling that it was closed. I let out of a deep breath and relaxed more.

My back stayed against the grate and I continued to stare at the doorway. I wanted to run but I knew that I couldn't. I knew that I was stuck there. There was no way for me to escape. I let my mind wander and I wondered how long he was going to keep me down here. I wondered how long he was going to keep me alive.

After about 10 minutes, he was back. He slowly walked into the room, sunlight was trying to make its way in but it had no luck. I wondered if this room was somewhat underground. He walked over to me, holding a plate and gently put in on the bed. There was a single piece of bread sitting upon it, and he put a small glass of water onto the table next to me. My eyes drifted up from the plate to him. He stared down at me, probably waiting for me to take the bread. This was worse than prison and right about now I'd rather have 25 to life. I lifted my head up to look at him better. The only thing I could mutter out was a squeaky 'thank you.' It looked as if he slightly nodded at me, and then left again.

I looked down at the bread and raised a brow. My stomach was definitely empty, it started to rumble. I began to pick at the bread, popping little pieces into my mouth. I couldn't help but think that this was all I was going to eat for a long time. I reached for the glass that was on the table and looked at the water inside. The water looked like it came from the lake. Wonderful. I was not going to drink that.

Jason walked back into the room and sat on a chair that was across from the bed. He apparently liked the stare at me. I wondered if he was ever going to talk. I smiled weakly at him, thinking soon afterward that was probably a stupid idea. He didn't do anything though, just stared. His eyes were intimidating. His whole being was intimidating. He put his arm on the table; his machete was in his other hand. "…Hi…" My voice squeaked again. He just stared. Typical. I pushed the plate away from me, silently telling that I was finished. He stood up and took the plate and put it on the table. He sat down again and placed the machete on the table.

For some odd reason, I didn't feel like he was going to hurt me. I felt that if he wanted to kill me, he would have done it by now. "Do you talk…?" My voice sounded a bit calmer now, but I was still a bit on edge. I was sitting across from a sadistic serial killer. He merely shook his head at me, saying 'no.' I tried to look into his eyes, but all I saw where the distant, cold eyes that I had seen earlier. I wanted to talk to him more but I was unsure of what to ask next. I wanted so bad to ask him why he hadn't killed me and why he had brought me down here but he didn't speak, so that was going to prove difficult. I decided to ask anyways, in the easiest way for him to answer. "Is there a reason you brought me down here?" He nodded.

"So you want me alive?" He nodded again. I couldn't understand why he wanted me alive. But I knew that I had to find out. "Should I be afraid of you?" He did nothing, just stared. After a few minutes he shook his head 'no.' That was definitely a surprise. I was sure that I should have been afraid of him. I thought to soon because then he nodded. "So I should be afraid of you?" I wasn't sure if he was confused about his answer or if he wanted me to fear him when he got out of control. He nodded at my question after a minute. "Should I be afraid all the time?" He shook his head 'no.' This slightly put me at ease. "Should I only be afraid when you're not in control?" He nodded 'yes.' Now, I somewhat understood.

"Do you know that I'm a killer too?" He nodded at me, and then stood up rather quickly. He walked into the room where he had thrown Niko's body and came out, holding something. It was the gun. He tossed it on the bed. I picked it up and looked at it. He obviously wasn't afraid that I was going to shoot him. I put the gun back down on the bed. He picked it up and placed it on the table next to me. "Do you want to keep that…?" He shook his head then pointed at his machete. I nodded in agreement. Obviously, why would a psychotic murderer want a gun then you can get all the best action with a machete?

Shortly after he stood up and left. I wasn't sure where he was going or how long he was going to be gone for. I leaned my head back against the grating and shut my eyes. For some reason, Jason didn't seem like that bad of a guy to me. He reminded me a lot of me, not looks wise or stuff like that but the fact that he was probably just misunderstood and wanted to be left alone. God knows that all I really wanted but when Niko's family first learned how dangerous I really was, they pulled me in and forbade me from leaving.

The room was too quiet for me, which made me think way too much and I didn't want to sit here and think about Niko and his family. Instead, I began to sing a song that I felt best describe my situation at the moment.

"Done a lot of things that I'm not so proud of.
Took a lot of turns, turned out wrong.
That's a worn out song.
Day by day moment by moment.
Taking my chances, trusting my heart.
It wasn't to smart."

I heard his footsteps making his way back into the room and I stopped singing, thinking that it pissed him off.

Jason's P.O.V.

After her questions, I had decided to go for a walk, make sure no one was on my land. Before I could even leave, I heard her heavenly voice singing, like she had done so many times before. I turned on my turned and walked back to where I had her chained up. She must have heard me coming, because she abruptly stopped singing. I didn't walk into the room, I wanted to hear her voice but I had a feeling that she wasn't going to sing with me hanging around.

I slowly walked back into the room and stared down at the girl. Her gaze met mine. "Did you hear me?" Her voice was low. She was intimidated. I nodded down at her. "Do you like it…?" I nodded. I loved hearing her voice. It was soothing to me, something that I wasn't used to. The last time that I had someone sing to me it was when I was a young boy and mother sang to me. She usually sang to me to put me to sleep, to comfort me after I had been picked on all day.

I had noticed that her cheeks had turned a slightly red. I wanted to hear more but there was no way for me to tell her, none that I could think of anyways. "Would you like to hear more…?" She must have realized that I wasn't moving. I kind of stared at her, mesmerized by her. I had seen many beautiful girls but none that I was interested in. There was something different about her. She wasn't afraid of me like the others were. She wasn't a whore like the others were. She seemed to know how to handle herself.

"Lonely, as lost as I could be.
No way it's up to me.

I will survive
I will endure
When the going is rough
you can't be sure
I'll tough it out
I won't give in
If I'm knocked down I'll get up again
As long as my dreams alive I will survive

Letting go of my bad habits.
Hangin on the hope for better times.
I'll be fine.
Learning to sleep in the bed that I made.
Laying the blanket where it belongs.
I've gotta be strong.
Tear drops no one sees but me.
I won't stop, I'll always believe.

I will survive
I will endure
When the going is rough
You can't be sure
I'll tough it out
I won't give in
If I'm knocked down I'll get up again
As long as my dreams alive
I will survive, yeah!

As long as my dreams alive
I will survive
I will endure
When the going's rough
You can't be sure
I'll tough it out
I won't give in
If I'm knocked down I'll get up again
As long as my dreams alive
I will survive"

Her voice was hypnotic to me. I liked how it kept me at ease. I sat down in the chair across from her bed. I had watched her as she slept last night. No doubt that's a bit creepy but it was really creepy how long I had been watching her. She seemed to intrigue me more each day. "Good?" I nodded. It was more than good. I wished I was able to tell her.

"Um…Jason?" I looked at her and cocked my head to the side. It was interesting how calm she seemed to be. She's been around killers before but I doubt any of them were like me. "Are you ever going to let me go…?" I wasn't sure how to answer. I just stared intently at her. I wanted to let her go but I was afraid she was going to run and I'd never get to listen to her sing again. "I won't run…I promise." Oh sure, I've heard that claim before. "I really just want to go back to the house…"

I honestly had no problem letting her live at the house, but again, I was worried she was going to run once I let her out of my clutches. I walked over to her and picked up her chains in my hands. She looked up at me, a bit of terror in her eyes. Oh how I knew that look all too well. "…Please…" I shook my head 'no.' Her face dropped, she was disappointed. Maybe in time I would learn to trust her enough to let her go back to the house. Right now, it wasn't an option. She should be happy I'm even letting her sleep in my bed. I had a bed upstairs in the cabin but I wanted more privacy since teenagers always seemed to be in my fucking business.

I dropped the chain when I heard one of the bells ring. I had set up traps all around the camp and when someone tripped over one I would be able to know exactly where they were. The girl looked up at the bells and cocked a brow, she obviously didn't understand what they were for. I walked past her, her gaze following me out of the room. I grabbed my machete. There was business to take care of.