DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN JASON, CRYSTAL LAKE, OR ANYTHING ELSE BUT MY CHARACTERS :)
Chapter 15
He found my nightgown fairly quickly and he gently put it on me.
Slowly I get off the bed and walk over to the dresser, actually able to walk this time. Grabbing a pair of underwear, I put them on.
Jason picks me up and heads downstairs with me. He sits on the couch with me on his lap, I look at him and smile.
"How old are you Jason?"
He shrugs.
"You don't know? What year were you born?"
He uses his fingers to give me the numbers 1946.
"You were born in 1946…?" My eyes widen.
"That would make you…69 years old…dang…"
He watches me with interest.
"There is no way you are that old though…" I say, looking at his skin. "You look as though you are 30."
He shrugs.
"Maybe you can't age anymore because of how many times you died? I would imagine that would screw up your body…what year did you…drown?"
He once again gives me the numbers individually with his fingers, 1956.
"Alright, and what year did you come back to life?"
He shrugs.
"You aren't helping at all Jason…"
A grin can be seen in his eyes from behind his mask, he gives me numbers.
1970.
"So you were dead for 14 years in the lake?"
He gives me another shrug, causing me to roll my eyes.
"I can definitely see how serious you are right now."
(Please bear with me if my math is incorrect. I have been trying to figure this out for at least an hour on how to make it so they are similar ages so it's not…weird…I suck at math, so bad. I tried to collect this information from the internet, some sources say he died at age 10 while others say he died at age 11. I'm not completely positive on which is true. But I am going with him dying at age 10.)
I receive another grin in amusement.
"So, the year your mother murdered everyone was 1979. You would have been…19 at that time? And the second time you died, which was 6 years later, you would have been 25."
He shrugs once again.
"So, if your body stopped aging around that time, which is what it seems. Then you must be somewhere around your 25s and 30s…Which is what it seems like, according to your strength and all that. I'm more than positive having died so many times that it would put a halt to your aging…therefore making you live forever because of that flaw."
He shrugs again.
"I don't even know why I'm telling you this if you are only going to shrug at me."
He shrugs once again.
"Really…?"
He nods.
"Do you want food?"
I watch as his eyes widen at the word.
"I take that as a yes." I giggle and get off his lap and go into the kitchen, looking around for anything I can cook. I eventually find something and begin to cook it.
After we both eat, Jason still leaving my sight to eat whenever I make him something, i head to the front door, planning to get some fresh air, only to be grabbed and stopped.
"What Jason?" I turn around to face him.
He pulls out the notebook and begins writing, he shows it to me.
'Not safe. You don't go out anymore until I know it's safe. I'm not risking you getting hurt again and taken from me.'
My face brightens red after reading that sweet and protective writing, I look up at him.
"Alright…but I don't want to risk losing you either…I don't know what I would do if you left to check if the camp is safe and never returned…" I say, looking down, feeling my emotions crash at the thoughts, tears rising in my eyes. His gloved hand slowly touches my chin as he lifts my head to look at him, him holding the notebook to face me.
'I am immortal, remember? Plus I have been doing this a long time. You don't have to worry about me. I will always return.'
"…I hope so…"
He pulls me into a hug and picks me up so my head is resting on his shoulder in a hug. He slowly puts me down on my feet and strokes my hair as he leaves through the front door.
I wish he would at least bring me with him…running up the stairs, I plan to watch him as much as I can. Finding a window facing the front of the house, I see Jason striding through the yard and into the woods until I can't see him anymore…I miss him already…
Slowly I wander through the house, looking for something to do to pass the time. Eventually I find some movies to watch and head to my room, a DVD player and TV already set up, I begin watching an old horror movie.
As the movie progresses, I begin worrying more about Jason then focusing on the movie itself. It has been a half hour…well…it normally takes him a few hours to check the whole lake and woods…
Redirecting my focus back to the movie, I distract myself.
About an hour later, a knock sounds from the front door, making me jump out of my skin.
…Jason normally doesn't knock…is that Jason?
Getting on my feet, I run down to the front door and try to peek at who it is, from what I can see through the windows on both sides of the door, it is a police man…he knocks again.
…oh god what do I do? Answer? Act as though no one lives here? …but they are sure to know someone lives here since bills have been being paid…
I breath in a sharp breath as I slowly open the door.
"…Uh…hello?"
The man looks at me and looks down at a paper in his hands, and back at me, he speaks.
"My name is Officer Thomson; many police officers have gone missing, as well as a girl named Alissandra. Do you know anything about these possible disappearances? Seen anything unusual around these parts?"
I try my best to remain calm and collected, "Uhm…no I haven't seen anything…nothing unusual has gone on around here…I'm sorry I can't provide any information…"
"Are you sure you don't know anything?"
My eyes travel over the man's shoulder, seeing Jason slowly approaching, I look at the police man.
"I don't know anything…please stop interrogating me."
Right when my sentence ends the police man is grabbed from behind, a familiar gloved hand covers his mouth as he is drug to the side of the house. I'm happy Jason didn't choose to kill in front of me…even though I have done it…I don't like it…
Backing up from the door, my hands in front of my chest holding each other I watch for Jason.
Jason enters the doorway and approaches me and closes the door behind him and approaches me, kneeling down in front of me he gently wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him, I rest my head on his shoulder.
"…I didn't know what to do…so I answered…I'm sorry…"
He shakes his head, showing he doesn't care about what happened.
He slowly picks me up and takes me upstairs and to my room, he lies me down on the bed, pulls out the notebook and writes in it.
'What did he want?'
"…he asked about the missing police men and about me being missing…and if I knew anything about it. Did you see anyone around here on your search?"
'No, no one was on the land. Until I seen that police man.'
"Alright…"
I sit up on the bed, the movie over now. Jason sits next to me.
"I need to go out and get food tomorrow…and I'm sorry about the money you gave me…and that I dropped it…"
He shrugs, seeming to not care much for it.
I realize night has fallen now, I change the channel on the TV to cable and begin searching for something to watch, eventually I settle on something and relax and lie down.
Jason watches as well.
I feel so complete around him…I can barely stand being away from him anymore…and to know I have to leave and get food tomorrow is creating a lot of stress in me.
Slowly I begin dozing off; Jason must have noticed as he covers me in the blanket, takes off his jacket and softly pulls me against his chest, which is still covered with his shirt.
Feeling his heat and presence, I am immediately comforted completely.
Slowly sleep takes over me, and I allow it.