DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN JASON, CRYSTAL LAKE, OR ANYTHING ELSE BUT MY CHARACTERS :)
Chapter 8
The sun rises the next morning, its rays shining through the windows of the cabin. My eyes open as I awaken, stretching, I let out a quiet long moan.
I begin looking around the cabin I have spent the night in, for once being able to actually see. The wood of the cabin seems very weak, but at the same time very strong. Sitting up, I am reminded that my body is basically naked besides for my bra and underwear. Remembering last night, a lot of questions are still unanswered.
I guess I can try asking...but I doubt an answer will be given out of him...where is he anyway...?
Looking around, I slowly rise to my feet, not caring much about anyone seeing me, since I'm positive there is no one around. I walk over to the door of the cabin and attempt to push it open, failing, I put more strength into it, leaning my body into the door and putting more muscle into it.
I get no where. I'm sure he tied the door shut from the outside or something...or he jammed it, or both...
Sighing in defeat, I walk over to one of the windows and peek outside, the woods look so amazing...there is so much green. The sounds of birds singing in the trees can be heard, there is so much nature everywhere...its so peaceful.
It is definitely a lot warmer out than it was last night...that was just terrible...
Continuing to look out the window, my eyes spot some movement in the woods, a large man wearing a familiar hockey mask treads closer to the cabin, coming this way.
He must have figured I had awoken by now...
Quickly ducking my head under the window I make my way back to the bed, sitting on it I wrap myself back up in the blanket.
He basically saved my life last night...I thought he was supposed to take lives...not save them...
Who knows his reasoning...maybe some day I will find out why.
A loud bang on the door causes me to jump out of my skin basically, my eyes immediately lock on the door as it shakes. The shaking stops and some fidgeting can be heard for a while, it stops and the shaking begins again as the door makes a loud scrape sound and comes open.
He steps into the cabin and his eyes lock on me, he turns around and pulls the door shut with a loud slam of force, he continues to pull even when the door has shut completely. The door pulls closer an inch and he stops, seeming to have jammed it again. Does he think I will try to dart out?
I watch him with curiosity and he turns to me again and approaches me, I tighten the blanket more around me as he gets closer. He kneels in front of me, about a foot away. I can now see his eyes..or eye...as one is lower than the other, and I cant quite see it very well. Looking into his main eye, I see a hint of concern in his chocolate-brown eye.
"...um..Mr. Jason...why..am I here..?" I whisper to him while looking down so I can spill the words out without feeling pressure, my eyes look back into his. His eyes seem to hold confusion in them. Why is he confused?
"...can't you speak...? Don't be afraid to...It wont bother me..." Looking into his eyes, trying to show softness and truth, as it is the truth.
He shakes his head side to side.
"...you cant speak..?"
He shrugs slowly.
"...why don't you try...?"
He shakes his head again.
I look around the room, "...maybe there could be a way for you to talk to me...without actually talking...?"
He rises to his feet and begins searching the room for anything.
"...Jason...where are my friends...?"
He freezes and slowly looks back at me, he watches me for a few seconds before looking away and continuing his search.
...I'm guessing that means they are gone...or maybe he didn't know they were here until now...but that is very doubtful...
"...Do you know how to write...? Maybe you could write your answers to me...or something..."
He stops and looks at me, his eye holds an answer of '..wow nice thinking, I should have thought of that first..' He walks back to the door, unjams it and leaves.
A while later he returns, empty handed. Maybe he forgot...
He kneels in front of me again and pulls out a stack of yellow sticky-notes and a pen.
Nevermind...
He begins writing something out...
He rips the note off the stack and places the note in front of me, did he really just rip it instead of pulling it off? I set that aside and read the note, the handwriting pretty sloppy and seems to be written on there as if he was cutting into a pumpkin or something. Gently though.
'Your friends are dead.'
Well...I give him props for being flat-out with me at least...
"...oh..." I look down in disappointment...surprisingly no tears shed. I guess its because I never really knew the guys, and Marissa was a bitch...
"...they were looking for you...to try and kill you so they could get famous...I didn't want to come along...but Marissa made me. I'm sorry for invading..." I look up at him, he seems to be writing a response. He then again rips it off and gives it to me, taking it.
'Gives me something to do, though the fights some people put up against me piss me off, but they also amuse me.'
"..Oh...anyway...you do know you can just peel the pages off right...?" I quietly let out a giggle.
He looks at the stack and takes a hold of one of the tore pieces of paper and slowly pulls it, watching in amusement and amazement as it slowly peels off cleanly. I cant hold back from his astonishment and break out into a fit of giggles and laughter. He looks at me and back at the paper he peeled off, noticing it stick to his gloved finger, he shakes his hand fast, trying to get it off, he then decides to use his other hand to take it off him. The paper then sticks to his other glove, causing me to erupt with more laughter as he begins to get frustrated with the small paper and uses both hands to roll it into a small ball and throw it off him, only for the ball to stick to him.
I am now crying in laughter, I reach over with my tied hands and pull the sticky wad of paper off him with my fingers and place it on the wood floor. I look into his eye, which is holding frustration and embarrassment within it.
"Can you please untie me...? There is no way for me to possibly get out...I don't have enough strength to even budge the door when its jammed...and yes I tried..."
Feeling his anger rise as I tell him I tried escaping, I begin feeling uncomfortable, knowing he is staring at me with anger.
"...I wont try it again...I have no way to leave anyway...plus you could easily catch up to me...If I do try...you can kill me...and I wont beg or fight back..." Slowly I look up into his eye. He seems to be considering it.
"...plus...I need to...pee..." I spit out the last word, staring at the ground, my face red in embarrassment.
He suddenly takes my wrists and pulls out a folded pocket knife, unfolds it and cuts the rope off my hands.
I pull my hands back to me and rub my bruised, purple wrists slowly, I look at him. His eye shows concern as he looks at my wrists, but he seems to brush it off, knowing I will be just fine. He rises to his feet and takes a hold of one of my arms and pulls me to my feet, I whimper as I try to remain seated, knowing I am mostly naked. He seems to realize and lets go of my arm, allowing me to wrap myself back up in the blanket.
"...I need clothes first..." I say, looking up at him, my face red as a tomato. He seems to be blushing as well in embarrassment for forgetting as he immediately turns away and leaves the cabin.
I look at the notes he wrote me so far and smile to myself.
We are actually having conversations together...
I am having conversations with a murderer...
With Jason Voorhees...