When the car finally pulled up to the entrance to Camp Crystal Lake, Destiny instantly jumped up. Finally she would be away from these jerks! She would find a nice, faraway cabin for herself so that she could relax and read her way into a more peaceful world. Of course, she could do that anywhere. She had the tendency to space out sometimes.

Destiny could already tell that jumping into the beds of the nearest cabin was the first thing on the other four's minds. Derek and Eli could not keep their eyes off of Brianna and Lucy and they stretched their bodies and bent down into the trunk to retrieve their countless bags of belongings. Destiny snorted in disgust; Lucy and Brianna knew all too well that Derek and Eli were watching them like hawks, and they wanted to make sure that every gaze added points to their horny meters. Destiny didn't bring that much however. Only the things she found necessary to survive. That meant no makeup, videogames, movies, or MP3 players. She did however bring healthcare, like shampoo and soap and conditioner. The last thing Destiny liked to be was dirty, and even though she was in the middle of a dirty campsite, she liked to at least make an effort to stay clean.

Destiny looked up at the sky. The blue was slowly turning from light blue to a darker shade. It was starting to get dark. She looked at her watch. It was around eight. Destiny knew they were supposed to be here a couple hours ago. She had been the first to arrive to the meeting area – a grocery store parking lot as instructed to in the letter she received – exactly on time, only to wait several hours until the others arrived. Lucy and Brianna stormed out of their parents' cars without even looking back for a goodbye. Derek and Eli half-heartedly hugged their mothers' goodbye. Destiny could tell then and there that getting along with the four was NOT going to be very easy. When her parents dropped her off, she at least tried to say goodbye, only to be shushed by her mother, who was trying to listen to her secretary over the built-in cell phone system in her car. Destiny remembered that her parents seemed pretty eager for her to leave. She didn't understand why, but she was kind of glad that they were so happy. It was a rare thing to see one of them happy, let alone the both of them at the same time. Nevertheless, however, Destiny did feel pretty hurt when her mother didn't even say goodbye. She didn't even stay to wait for the others to arrive. She just drove away the minute Destiny's flip-flops landed on the pavement.

Destiny could understand why her parents were so busy all the time. They both had very demanding jobs. Destiny's father was a lawyer and Destiny's mother was a high-paying business woman. What she actually did for a job, however, Destiny had no idea. Her parents never really told her anything. They didn't even stay around to eat dinner with her. Destiny was usually alone, her food prepared by the cook they hired for her. Destiny was never really alone, but she always felt that way. Destiny was never alone because her house was full of butlers and maids, but most of them just left her alone. She knew well enough not to befriend a worker. She knew if she did, they would get fired from being distracted.

Destiny never told anyone that she was rich. She knew that if she did, she would make a ton of friends. However, they would like her just for her money, not for who she was. Destiny was hoping that going to college would help her make friends, and she was itching for the summer to be over already, even though it had just started.

Destiny sighed as she watched Derek grab Lucy around the waist in a somewhat playful manner. Destiny knew what it would all lead to anyway, so she decided to just leave them to their business. Destiny walked away from them and toward the last cabin she could see. The woods leading off to the lake was close by, and Destiny hoped she could pack quickly enough to relax by the lake before the sun set completely. The last thing Destiny wanted to do was run to her cabin in the dark. She hated the dark.

Destiny stepped into her cabin and looked around. It was tiny, with one medium-sized bed in the far corner, and a table and a few chairs in the middle. There was a small dresser on the opposite side of the bed. Destiny spotted an oil lamp sitting on the table, along with some matches. Destiny's eyes lit up. She always wanted to use an oil lamp! What it was doing there was a mystery though. Destiny placed her duffel bag on the bed and started to unpack. She placed her clothes in the dresser and started to place her care products on the top. Doing this made Destiny wonder. Where was she supposed to shower? The lake? Destiny quickly shook that idea out of her head.

"I couldn't do that!" Destiny said to herself as she unpacked more of her belongings. "That would dirty the water…then all of the fish and animals drinking from it would get sick…no, I couldn't live with that!" Destiny grinned to herself as she gazed out at the lake. Destiny always found it silly when she talked to herself, regardless of what it was she was talking about. Destiny hummed softly to herself as she unpacked her last couple of belongings; a couple books and a stuffed dog. Destiny smiled at the dog softly and stroked its matted fur, placing it on the bed. As pathetic as it sounded, Destiny couldn't sleep without the mass of fluff and fur by her side. It was the first gift she had gotten from her parents when she was a baby, and ever since then, her parents would take her to the mall and let her get whatever she wanted. Destiny knew that those gifts wouldn't mean as much as the first gift they actually gave her.

Destiny looked outside. It was getting darker already. She knew that the foursome was probably on round three or four right now, so she decided to figure out what she should get to eat. She stepped out of the cabin slowly, and started to look around in search for food. She suddenly came upon a package near the entrance where the car was. It was funny, because Destiny didn't notice it when they arrived and she didn't hear any cars go by. She tore it open to see a bag of marshmallows, a few packages of ramen noodles, and a pack of hotdogs. Destiny looked around hesitantly to see if anyone had been around here in case they dropped it. Destiny assumed that it must have been from the people that gave her this trip, and she hauled it back to the middle of the camp.

Destiny started a fire in the center of the campsite and started to spear a few hotdogs with the forks she found from the package. Destiny knew she would feel guilty if she didn't make any food for the others, so she decided to make more just in case they came along. Perhaps they would be nicer to her if she made them something to eat!

Destiny looked down and saw the bag of marshmallows. Destiny had a big sweet tooth, and knew that those marshmallows wouldn't stick around for long. Destiny tore the bag open and fished a large, fluffy marshmallow out of the bag.

"Jason, darling…you have a little job for Mummy…"

'Yes, I know…look at them…they make me fucking sick!'

"Yes…they're bad, bad children, Jason. You must make them pay!"

Jason grinned evilly to himself behind his mask, but it was soon replaced with a look of utter disgust when he saw one of the boys grab one of the girls' chest and licked her neck. The girl giggled and moaned, tipping against him while holding a bottle of beer in her manicured hand. The other two were giggling and laughing, pushing each other until the other fell over. It made him sick watching them. He would rather have bullets in his ears then listen to their drunken laughter. Jason gripped his machete tightly, his knuckles turning white. Oh, were they going to pay…

Jason hadn't noticed the car pulling in when he walking through the forest, setting bear traps in random areas. When he ventured out near the cabins, he had noticed a car pulled up in the entrance. Almost immediately, Jason ran back to his own house deep in the woods for his machete. This took him about five minutes before he returned. That's when he heard the giggling, and that's when he decided when to kill them. Tonight, before they even knew what hit them.

Jason's good eye leered out to them from his safe spot in the woods. He hoped glaring at them would send a few warning chills down their spines before they met their imminent doom. None of them seem to notice it, however. They were too busy fondling and clawing at each other's clothing. Jason growled in annoyance. Was this really what all teenagers did nowadays?

His question was soon answered as he heard a softer, fainter giggle come from the middle of the campsite. Jason rolled his eye. He must have missed one. This one must have been drinking on its own. Jason crept slowly toward the campsite, staying hidden by the woods, only to see something he had never seen before in his life.

Jason saw a young girl, possibly a little younger than the ones he saw before, who wasn't drinking, doing drugs, or having sex. She simply eating a marshmallow, cooking hotdogs on the fire she had made.

Jason was shocked.

'Why isn't she drinking?

Why isn't she doing drugs?

Why isn't she having sex?'

"She's a good girl, Honey."

Jason flinched slightly when he heard his mother's voice in his head unexpectedly.

'She's…a good girl?'

"Yes, Sweetie. She is a very good girl. See? She isn't drinking those bad drinks or having sex like those bad girls and boys over there. She is an innocent, delicate girl."

Jason stared at the girl intently. Surely his mother must be lying. No good people ever came to Camp Crystal Lake!

Jason watched as the girl picked up another marshmallow and tore off a piece. Jason cocked his head to the side in wonder. What was she doing? Jason then saw the girl flick the piece of marshmallow in the air before it proceeded to land on her nose. Jason was shocked to hear her giggle harder at herself, ripping off another piece and placing it in her mouth this time. Jason then noticed the countless pieces of marshmallow strewn around her. How many times has she done this?

Seeing the pieces on the ground angered him though. How dare she litter on his campsite! That alone made her a bad girl…didn't it?

'Mother, she is littering on our campsite! You were wrong! She is a bad girl!'

Jason gripped his machete tightly and was about to take a step when a sudden thundering in his ears shook him.

"Jason Voorhees, don't you DARE say I was wrong! I am NEVER wrong! Look at the girl now!"

Jason looked back at the girl and his eye widened; the girl was actually picking up the pieces that she had dropped, and threw them into the fire. He heard her giggle again.

"I hope the marshmallows don't make the hotdogs taste sweet! That'd be nasty!" She giggled harder, pulling the now slightly burnt hotdogs away from the fire and placing them on paper plates she found in the package next to her.

Jason was astonished. Maybe Mother was right. Maybe she WAS a good girl. She didn't look like a bad girl. She wasn't wearing clothing that was begging to be ripped off. She wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, with a sweatshirt over it. She didn't have the same tone as a bad girl either. She sounded like a bad girl, but her soft tone made up for it. Jason didn't know what to do. He had never seen a good girl come to their campsite before.

'Mother…what do I do with her? I can't kill her.'

"You must take her home and protect her, Jason. You must prevent her from being a bad girl. Protect her innocence."

Jason frowned to himself as he thought about what his Mother had just told him. Protect her?

'How can I protect her?'

"You will learn in time, Honey. I'll help you. But for now, kill the other bad boys and girls. Make them pay for tainting our home!"

Jason gripped his machete and looked over his shoulder at the group. They had managed to crawl away from him and toward the smell of the hotdogs.

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Okay, so, the same deal as before. Lemme know how it is, please! If Jason seems OOC, let me know, and if I'm rushing it, lemme know too. I think I have the tendency to do that sometimes.

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