I thought it would be a good idea to do a few chapters with Jason's point of view. So, I think every 5th chapter will be from his perspective. Thank you for the reviews. -AK

The noises made him pause. Jason recognized the sounds. It wasn't the first time that dogs had been sent in. The police were here. Again. No matter how many of them he killed, they would not leave him alone! He looked down at the girl. She cowered, like every other pathetic thing did. He could kill her now, but it would be in haste and he wouldn't enjoy it as much. And she still had things that were his. It wasn't like she could escape, he reasoned. Run as she may, he knew these woods and he could track her down in a day.

He looked at the knife in her hand and rage seered through him once more. She had gone through his things. Stolen. A lantern. His knife. He wanted to kill her slow, but now there were other pressing matters. He stepped around her and left.

The barking was getting closer. His machete thirsted for blood. It had only been days since his freshest kill, but he yearned for more. The four legged bastards busted through the trees, sprinting towards him. He swung, cutting a huge gash in one. It fell to the ground in a heap. Another grabbed ahold of his arm. He reeled back and sent it flying into a tree trunk. It hit the ground and came back for more. The machete found it's mark that time.

Just as he was finishing with the dogs, five policemen emerged. Their guns were already drawn. They allowed themselves to look around at the dead dogs for only a second, then trained their guns on him. Jason was not afraid. He was never afraid. Bullets would not stop him. He caught a glimpse of a figure running in the woods out of the corner of his eye and realized there must be more. How many of them were there? He looked if any more of them had shown up, but still, only five remained. He strode towards them, a dog still biting at his calf.

They unloaded their weapons. Some hit him, most didn't. Jason swung his machete and watched as he took the head off one of them. His body slumped in the ground, spraying blood at the others. Another swing. Another hit. Down he went. One man tried to punch him, but Jason's punch was stronger, caving in his face. Another kill. The two remaining looked at him with wild fear. He stopped midswung when he felt the dog sunk it's teeth deep into the flesh on his calf. Though it didn't hurt, it made him lose balance and brought him to his knees.

The two police advanced. Jason fought to get to his feet. As they neared, he swung again. A miss. The two police lunged at him. He didn't move. The two men bounced off him. He sliced the leg off one. An agonizing scream echoed through the forest as the man stared down at what used to be attached to him. As Jason was about to shut him up, the other man jumped on him, wrestling with the machete. Jason fought him, but as he was getting the upper hand, the damn dog was back, biting at his hand. It's jaw slammed shut on Jason's wrist and he was forced to release his weapon.

The last man standing, and it wasn't Jason. The police man stood, blood covered and panting, and held the weapon up. Jason fought to get the dog away from him. He should have killed the fucking mutt first! Jason felt incredible rage seeing the man holding his weapon.

"Fuck you, asshole!" the man screamed at him.

He was aiming for Jason's neck and for the first time in his life, Jason felt something he never had before.

Fear.

The man brought the sword down, but stopped short. The light in his eyes began to fade. He pulled back slightly then his body went rigid again. Then again. Again. The man finally slumped forward, landing to Jason's side, blood pouring from different stab wounds in his back.

The girl stood over him, visibly pale, but more afraid.

She looked at the man, then at Jason, then reached behind her. She set the lantern in front of her, then threw the bloody knife, his knife, at his feet. She was returning his things.

She never said a word. She didn't have to. She had saved his life so that he would spare hers. She nodded once to him, an unspoken agreement, then turned and ran.