Ch. 3

Out of all three of them, he was currently my favorite. I knew what had happened to him at Camp Crystal Lake: the teasing, the drowning, and, of course, him watching his mother be beheaded by a camp counselor with a machete. I knew why he wore that hockey mask: he was deformed, badly deformed.

"Jason.", I said, as clarification, for what I didn't know. He nodded.

Another moment, and then I screamed, "I LOVE YOU, MAN!"

His crooked eyes grew wide, and he spooked. Though he didn't try to kill me, he went past me (I'd jumped out of the way for him so he could go out the door), and ran down the hallway.

The bedrooms were all lined up in a row, the living room being the biggest room in the house. The kitchen was at the southernmost part of the house, going the whole width of it, if you were looking at a blueprint of the house. The room I'd met the three of them in, as well as the bathroom and the library I'd discovered during my run after Jason, were all at the end of the only hallway. The house's floor plan was simple enough that even I couldn't get lost in it.

"Jason! Where're you going?", I screeched happily. I chased him, and he turned around, causing me to knock into his six-foot ten-inch tall frame. "I love you, man!", I repeated happily. He cocked his head in a nervous manner, not speaking, of course. The Halloween movie got louder, as if Michael wanted to drown us out and hear the movie better; it was also his way of telling us to shut up without speaking at all.

I realized we were in the kitchen now, and Freddy had, of course, found the alcohol. He was currently dancing in place, holding an alcohol bottle, and saying, "Da-da-da dat. Da-dat. Da-dat. Can't touch this." I shook my head disapprovingly, while Jason watched him with wide eyes. Yep, Freddy was drunk. Then Freddy randomly started dancing around, singing, "Burn, baby, burn…Great balls of fire!" (Kinda ironic that he was singing that since his face was burned.)

I turned to Jason again, to regain his attention. "Jason! I love you!" His wide eyes looked at me, and he ran down the hallway to the TV room. I followed, of course, and found Jason standing in the middle of the room, waiting for me for some reason, and Michael sitting on the couch, watching himself hack away at a few teenagers on the TV screen. Michael punched his fist into the air while the movie Michael stabbed the kids. I smiled at that. Good ol' Michael.

I went right up to Jason and hugged him. "You ARE like a teddy bear!", I screeched happily, hugging him as best I could (I'd always thought Jason was like a teddy bear, for some reason). He was just so BIG. He looked down at me with even wider eyes.

Then I heard an irritated noise come from the couch. Michael was waving his arms at us, jumping up and down, trying to see the TV, as if to say, "DUDE! You're blocking the damn TV! Move it!" I pushed Jason out of the way, snorting with irritation at Michael, still hugging Jason. Jason then removed my arms from around his body nervously; looking shocked and went to sit by Michael on the couch.

Neither one of them able to speak, it wouldn't be a long conversation between the two, obviously. I smiled, sitting on a chair now, while Jason held up a Friday the 13th DVD up to Michael. Michael shrugged and pointed to the TV screen, as if to say, "OK, but let's finish my movie first."

Jason shook his head with irritation, but was otherwise patient. He placed the DVD by his leg, as all three of us watched as Freddy stumbled into the room, drunker than when Jason and I had left him just a few minutes before.

"Yo! Who brought a chick in here?", Freddy said, and stumbled on his own two feet as he came over to me. Jason and Michael watched us nervously, completely ignoring the movie now, though it was at its climax.

I ignored the man himself, my attention completely focused on the razor-bladed glove Freddy wore. He saw me looking at it, and said drunkenly, "You like it? I made it myself. It's very useful to kill young kids with." Then he snorted, and looked back at the two silent men on the couch, who were both tense with anxiety, as if they truly feared for my life.

"You two mind if I take her out right now? Or do you mind if I get blood on the carpet?", Freddy said sarcastically at them. Michael and Jason got up at the exact same moment, and attacked Freddy. I cheered for Jason, and encouraged Michael when I thought that they needed some motivation from me (a little unnecessarily, of course.)