Hey guys I'm back!! Alrighty, Chapter Two is now up!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Friday the 13th, nor Jason Voorhees. I just own Grace Michaels and any other characters that appear.
Warnings: JASON SPEAKS, some fluff, JASON SPEAKS, no violence, and did I mention JASON SPEAKS?
Chapter Two: Her Fear, His Confusion
I remember…images…
I don't remember everything…just these different flashes of pictures…
Almost like it was a dream…
…There was a man….a man and this small living space…
Almost….like a shack…
She didn't know where she was...but as she opened her eyes, she realized she didn't feel the pain anymore. She sat up quickly in fright, realizing she was not where she was before. Then...where WAS she!? She quietly sat up and began looking around. It seemed to be a small room, the walls made out of cardboard and other small things, the floor crawling with bugs, stray cloths and dirt and perhaps…blood.
She looked to see where she was laying, and it turned out to be a lone mattress, mud as well as blood covering it. She then looked to the right of the room, and gasped.
Jason was standing, staring at nothing in particular, his back to her. There were a few things hanging on the wall, a picture, knives... and Jason himself.
Grace shakily looked at the knives, looked thoughtfully at the picture, it looked to be a young woman smiling at the camera, her arms around a young boy, who was looking away, almost embarrassed to even show his face…
Jason suddenly turned and look right at the young girl, Grace crying out and jumping back, nearly falling off the mattress she was lying on. Feeling the pain in her leg from the near-fall, she climbed off the bed and shakily stood up. Sighing as she accomplished her goal of standing up, the teenager looked up at Jason, who was still staring at her, looking at her almost with curiosity.
"…U-Um…" Grace muttered and she reached her hand out, and Jason gave her a very sharp glare as if to say 'Don't you dare make a move'. Grace squeaked out and looked down, and stood completely still. Jason watched her still with unmoving, cold and shadowed eyes. She wasn't going anywhere.
Grace shook and quietly sat on the cold and wet floor. She sighed as her fingertips ran against the floor, and her eyes widened when she felt something…prickly crawl onto her small ankle. Her eyes slowly turned to a huge wood spider crawled onto her foot. She did what any normal person would do and screamed, leaping back.
Jason looked at the spider and picked up a knife, tossing it at the spider, watching it squirm until it finally split in half, juice leaking out of its abdomen then he looked back up at her, waiting for her to say something.
"U-Um...thanks..." Grace now felt bad for the poor thing, looking at the now dead body with wide eyes. He did help, but...he could at least let it outside.
Jason wanted it dead. So he killed it. So now, he made his way a bit further and picked up another knife, going outside where he could find another body or two to carve up, giving Grace a look before disappearing in the deep brush of the woods. Grace shook and as her eyes watched him leave, she quietly started moving again, looking around at the wall where Jason was before, glancing at the picture in curiosity….and also think of a way to get out of here.
Jason came back in about a half hour later, dripping with blood, and held onto a long patch of olive green. He walked over to her, and despite the mess on his new mask, he crouched down and handed her the blanket without roughness in him when he waited for her to take it.
Grace shook softly, and not wanting to KNOW where that blood came from, and the fact that it was chilly out and Goosebumps were showing on her skin, she shakily took the blanket and wrapped it around her.
"...T-Thank you..." she mumbled lightly.
Jason said nothing again and stood up, watching her with his heavy breathing, and then was against the counter again. Grace then shakily looked up with him as she snuggled into the thin blanket. "Um….what…is your name……?" she asked softly. She had a somewhat guess at who he was, since this was the famous Camp Crystal Lake with the murderer Jason Voorhees, but it would be polite if she simply asked him.
Saying nothing again, Jason watched her, noting her expression. She was forcing herself to be polite, she was hesitant (but she seemed typically obedient.)
"...I-I'm Grace...G-Grace Michaels..." she whispered, looking at him with a polite timid look in her blue eyes, trying to start a bit of a conversation.
He watched her still and a deep voice rumbled out, quietly though, "Jason." he sounded flinty and worn from the lack of use, almost like his lungs were damaged a bit.
Grace's eyes widened...his voice...was HOT. As soon as he spoke it sent shivers up and down her spine, and made a very noticeable blush go over her cheeks. Jason watched her still. Her face was hot pink and she was shivering again. "..." Another blanket, she needed.
She was blushing and her two frail hands were covering her heated cheeks. "J-Jason...is...a nice name..." she complimented, smiling timidly at him.
In response, he said nothing but watched her every action and moved his head if he had to as Grace sat down and rubbed her arms with the blanket to keep her warm.
This girl….
This girl was different then the others…
No….he wouldn't hurt her…He wanted…
To keep her…all to himself.
Kat: D THERE WE GO!!! CHAPTER TWO IS COMPLETE!! R&R!!! NO FLAMES IF YOU PLEASE!