Disclamier:I do not own Any of the characters in or associated with friday the 13th, i do not own jason, pamela or crystal lake,obviously. Megan, however is my own creation and brainchild,lol. Author's Note:Sorry this took a while i was tied up with a few i've gone a bit more smart ass and less guarded with both Jason's And Megan's characters,sorry if it seems weird,i wanted to try something a little different, tell me if you like it. Read and reveiw,please. Thanks-Ruptered Rose
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(Jason's POV)
I was nearing the camp, i could hear the teens inside their cabin away from Megan's. They were panicking. Suddenly mother started to talk to me.
"Jason, dear ,Megan will wake up soon."
"Do you want me to go back to be with her when she wakes up. It looks like these kids are going nowhere and i could..."
"No need. She's coming to you. When she wakes up she'll grab the extra weapon in the bathroom and either come to help you or watch,she knows where her cabin is so she can find you quickly."
"What? But...she...wha?"
"Dear don't act so shocked. And she might not even help, as i said. So you can enjoy you work and she can take revenge,and get used to the killing."
"Why would she need to get used to killing? Is there something i'm not aware of mother?"
"Well, Megan has decided she would like to stay with us, rather than go back."
"Really? Well even then she wouldn't really need to get used to it, i think she has good grasp of it already."
I was truly confused and really did not know why she would want to stay. Only happy that she will stay.
"Yes, really. She is only too happy to stay, and there is more. I've found where you remember her from. Dear, you saved her years ago from two boys. They were about to rape her. They had already scarred her, leaving their marks on her forehead aswell as other places. I saw it in her dream,and i saw the memory that inspired the nightmare. You came along and seeing her fear, saved her,that was the memory, but the dream held much more."
"I saved her...now i am starting to remember,that was about 2 years ago she was maybe 15. Those two boys were much older, one had a knife, and they were attacking her, ripping up her clothes. I took one's head off with my machete and before i could get to the other, the knife was sticking out of his back. She was standing over him, covered in blood, and then she just fainted."
"So she has killed before. Well more and more is being revealed. She is very much like you my dear. She lost her father when she was young and had only her mother for years. Then her mother remarried, reluctantly and now she is hospitalized. I read the girl's memory while we were talking, but i never saw the murder. I wonder how many times she has killed? Maybe those memories are so heavily guarded..."
"Wait...but what about the dream she had, what was in it?"
"I think I'll let her tell you when she wants to but for now let's just say she already is very attached to you. Oh her she comes now, and i see she has picked up the extra weapon,and made some...changes. Well, i'll leave you two to it, shall I."
Very attached? To me? How could she be...Wow. Megan was standing behind me ,her hair mussed up, and...shorter? Where it had once trailed down her back now it was now up to her shoulders. But it wasn't just that, her eyes were shining in the light of the 2 am moon. A vibrant green, so...beautiful. Wait, What? What was i thinking, no back to buisness.
"Hey, Jason. You noticed, huh? Is it really that bad or are you just amazed?"
"Um..no, it's just...nothing, nevermind. We should get going before the others try to leave."
(Megan's POV)
His voice sounded different than i thought it would,well i never really thought i'd hear it, but it was gruff yet soothing,in it's own way,even though it was muffled by the mask. It was the voice I'd imagined in all those dreams where i'd start out screaming and end up smiling and covered in blood.
"Okay then, but if you want to know my reason,there was so much caked blood in my hair,from when i sort of...fainted and fell in corey's blood, that i had to cut it. I hate getting blood in my hair,so annoying. And blood on my clothes is okay, as long as it doesn't dry, when it dries it's very uncomfortable."
"How would you be so experienced with bloody hair and clothing?"
"Oh..um..well, special effects actualy. One of my teachers at school loves using fake blood and other effects in our projects. He used to work on real movies, and get's the effects pretty cheap if not for free. I ended up helping out a lot, it goes toward my early college credit...or atleast it did,but anyway, i've found that real blood can be just as sticky and bothersome, when it dries, as fake blood. But then again the fake blood never screwed my hair up this bad."
I finished as we got close enough to the camp to see the others. We were right next to my cabin, and i could see Corey's lifeless body through the window
"Wow, i never would have guessed."
He said sarcasticaly.
"Now , are you going to help or just sit there and look pretty...i mean...uh..um"
"Aww thanks, here i thought i looked like hell."
I Stick my toungue out.
"Keep your toungue in you head,kiddo. Anyway Are you going to help or not?"
"Wow you sound like my aunt when she makes cookies. Anyway i thought that well, i could employ some acting."
"Oh, and what did you have in mind? I'd really rather enjoy this so, as long as i get my fair share, i'm fine."
"Okay so i figured,if you wouldn't mind helping with the theatrical bit, we could get them one by one,sort of. If you can, sneak to my cabin and clean up Corey, the one i killed, and stash 'my' weapon while i distract them. Then i'll lead one of the boys to my cabin under the premise of something...taudry, and dispose of him as for the other boy and two girls, well Chelsea,the red head, is in the process of luring Brent, the brown haired one,to her cabin so you could always take those two and Calvin, the boy with a shaved head. They are sex fiends and he's a drug dealer."
"Sounds like my kind of fun, and who will you take?"
"Well the boy like i said, with dreadlocks, his name is Chase, I'll handle him first, but i'll get him to call his girl, Lori-Anna, She loves threesomes, it will take her probably 10-15 minutes to get ready and get to my cabin, and that should give me enough time to kill Chase and hide him, i think i'll kill him in the shower, for easy clean-up. So what do you think? I know you probably aren't used to going with someone else's plan, so if you don't like it we can do things your way."
He though for a few moments, looked back out at the camp,then back to me. When he looked at me i couldn't breathe. His eyes, green, like mine, but his were darker. I could see so much, the years of solitude,aside frome Pamela, and years of death. I wanted to hug him, like in my dreams, but i was snapped back to reality when he spoke.
"Well i like it, just answer me a few things."
"Sure,what?"
"Have you been planning their deaths? How are you so okay with this?"
"No, i haven't this is complete spur of the moment. I've killed including Corey there was, a boy from a long time ago, a few drug dealer/rapists in neighborhoods around where i used to live. It's nothing new. Besides i only kill those who make life worse for other people and have no right to. So hopefully whoever is up there won't mind too much. Anything else?"
"Okay even if i clean your cabin, how will the others trust you? They've seen it."
"That's the beauty, i'll tell them i've been in my cabin the whole time, and corey is there too, but when i lure Chase to the cabin, there will be a note, saying Corey went out to clear his head, which reminds me."
I write up a quick note,sloppy enough to be in corey's hand. I hand it to Jason.
"Can you plant this on my bedpost, while you are in there, pretty please."
I give him a completely uneccesary puppy dog face.
"Fine, i will, now who do i get to waste again? Oh and save the cutesy stuff for when we're dating" He said in complete smart ass mode.
"Oh how quickly they forget, The drug dealer boy with a shaved head, The brown haired boy, and the red head chick. But leave dreadlock boy and the chick with blonde hair to me,k? Oh and honey use the throw rug to cover up the blood stains on the wooden floor."
I say like a perfect powder puff stepford wife.
"You know I know how to clean up a body, i have had a good amount of experience. Okay just so this all goes with out a hitch i will sneak inside your cabin and stash that boy while you walk down to those kids, saying that everything is fine, then after a few minutes bring the boy up to the cabin and suggest the brown haired boy and redhead do the same in their cabin. Then the boy will call the other girl and she will go in her cabin to get ready, and i wil discreetly kill the shaved head boy, then hide out till the girl goes up to your cabin..."
"Then you will be free to dispose of the two sex fiends however you wish. It ends up 50/50. 2 kills for each of us, satified?"
"Almost, just one thing. What if you get in trouble, or get hurt, I'm sorta supposed to protect you."
"Aww, you are such a sweet heart,just like your mother. Don't worry okay,i'll be fine. Well as long as nobody pulls a Laura on me, and attempts to kill me with two shells of buckshot to the face. But i don't think any of these guys have seen that movie so we will be fine."
"Laura? Oh yeah i remember that movie, mom loved it, i found a copy of it once and we watched till the VCR ,from one of the teens, in the cabin broke."
"Well if you don't mind we could watch it on my laptop, when this is finished, i brought it and most of my DVD collection with me."
I giggled evily.
"Well Mistress of Mayhem, that's sound good, but can we please cease laughing and get to the task at hand?"
"Of course Doctor Doom, I'll start down to the cabin in a moment, just let me change."
I step into the bathroom with my bag and search for a shirt and jean, deciding on my black jeans, and my Theory Of A Deadman band tee, i thought it quite fitting.
(Jason's POV)
Megan stepped into the bathroom to change. In the time it took for her to find an outfit i cleaned up the boy, and hid the blood stains, and planted the note. Wow, chicks take a long time. I go over to the bathroom to knock and tell her i am done, but the door is ajar i look in, in time to catch a glimpse of the scars on her ankles,legs and her hands and arms(she was wearing gloves and a long-sleeve shirt before). I back away before she sees me and she comes out a few monets later, with a hoodie covering her arms.
"K, i'll be going now, wish me luck."
She smiled, but it was broken, not pure, she had been looking at her scars and remembering, i could tell.
"Wait a come here, i want to give you something."
I did something i wouldn't have expected i'd do.I gave her a hug. She didn't shy, or pull away, she hugged back.
"I think we both needed one of those."
she says as she pulls away.
"Well i know i did. Oh and by the way here."
I hand her Fold-out hunting knife, small enough to not be noticed.
"Just in case."
"Thanks, well good luck."
"Happy trails, evil little camper."
"Ha ha, very funny, now let's start the fun, shall we?"
"Yes, let's. Okay you walk down i'll be down in a moment, in the shadows as always."
(Megan's POV)
"Okay, have fun."
I walk out of the cabin toward the path. A hug, one i really needed, had me feeling invincible. Even if it was nothing more to Jason, than a friendly gesture, it still gave me hope. Hope i needed as i walked toward the task at hand.