When Jason saw the bad girl's flawless skin gush blood and her screams of pain fill the campsite, he knew he couldn't possibly feel any more alive. These bad, bad people were FINALLY getting what they deserved; slow, painful, torturing deaths that involved a lot of their precious blood staining the wood. Slicing up the worst girl was the most entertaining. He made sure to cut up her body just enough in the beginning so she would be too dizzy to move. That gave Jason enough time to kill the other bad kids in front of her. Watching her friends die must have been painful…very painful…
Jason smirked under his mask as he heard the bad girl scream at him to stop, begging and crying. When he was done with the others, he turned to see black and skin-colored tears streaking down her face. They looked nothing like the pure, clear tears he saw the good girl shed when they had bullied her. Even though Jason never wanted to see those tears again, he preferred them over these fake ones. This was just an example of how bad this girl really was.
Jason gripped the bad girl by the hair and held up her body with it, which caused the girl scream in pain. Jason felt his heart beat faster with adrenaline as he slowly held his machete to her wrist, proceeding to chop it off cleanly. The bad girl's voice cracked as it hit a new octave, and Jason knew that she was going to die of blood loss soon. That didn't mean he couldn't have more fun with her.
Jason started to slash off random parts of her body, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, depending on how much he felt she deserved it. Did she deserve to have her thigh carved out of her body nice and slow like he was cutting a piece of cake? Did she deserve to have her fingers diced up like a stick of celery? Jason grinned evilly as he toyed with her mind, listening to her screams start to fade. She was starting to die now. Painfully. Slowly. Just the way she deserved it.
Her breathing was becoming shallower, and Jason knew it was going to be over soon. He decided to end her misery by slowly chopping off her head. He held the blood-covered machete to her throat and slowly pressed it against the soft flesh. It tore instantly, so he took it slow, making sure it counted. The bad girl no longer had the ability to scream, and Jason was about to slice her head clean off when he heard someone scream from the cabin door.
"O-oh, DAMN IT ALL!"
Jason's heart throbbed in shock as he saw the good girl burst through the door, brandishing an oil lamp.
"L-LUCY! WHAT HAPPENED? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
Jason stared at her, his limbs frozen. There she was. The good girl. The innocent girl. The girl he needed to protect and preserve for the rest of time. And she found him in the worst possibly position he could ever be in; surrounded by dead, bleeding bodies and a girl severed in too many ways to count.
Before Jason could react to this unwelcomed encounter, the good girl did exactly what he expected her to. Scream. Loudly. He blinked at the sound of her voice cracking in fear and that one second was enough for the good girl to drop the oil lamp on the cabin floor and book it outside.
'No…'
Jason quickly ran to the oil lamp and shut it off before it caught the cabin on fire. He stared after the good girl, who was running off toward the entrance. Where the car was.
'No…'
The good girl was getting away.
'No..!'
Far away. Far away from him. This would make her a bad girl. A bad, bad girl. He had to stop her! He had to make sure she stayed a good girl!
'NO!'
Jason dropped the machete and ran after the good girl, his clothes soaking in the mix of all the others' blood.
Destiny couldn't feel herself breathe as she ran. She couldn't feel her body as it ached with all the abuse she suffered today. She didn't care that vomit was now sloshing around in her stomach. Let her hurl all over the car, she NEEDED to get the hell out of there before that man killed her!
Destiny tripped over her feet as her head started to swim. The scene she had just seen before her was flashing through her mind, making it hard to keep running, and making it hard not to keel over and throw up all over the ground. But she knew she had to run. She had to get away before it was too late. Destiny suddenly started to her hard steps behind her. She didn't dare turn, but utter idiotic curiosity caused her head to move, and she immediately prayed that this was all a dream.
The man – the VERY large man – was now running toward her, covered in blood. His machete was gone, but that didn't stop her from panicking. It didn't matter what kind of weapon he had; he was going to kill her either way.
Destiny felt a sharp scream escape her now burning throat, and her body lurched when she felt herself gag. This one spasm swept her to the ground and she emptied her stomach on the ground involuntarily, tears streaming down her face at the pain. Her entire body throbbed as she gasped for air, and finally collapsed on her side, almost forgetting that a serial killer was on her tail. She turned her head weakly and suddenly saw the man run faster. Destiny screamed and tried to get to her feet as quickly as she could, feeling her life flash before her eyes. But it all came to an abrupt stop, pausing at all the bad moments that happened today as she fell once again, tripping over a branch. Her memories fogged over reality, and she could only see half of the serial killer as he stood over her. She could feel her body twitch and tremble as he stared down at her, and she knew that it was most likely all over for her, so she just closed her eyes, waiting with a look of defeat tracing her features for her death.
Surprise awoke her being as she felt a pair of rough hands grasp her midsection and throw her body over a massive shoulder, and she could feel herself freeze in fear as she saw the cabins getting farther and farther away.
Jason's heart stopped beating when he saw the good girl collapse and vomit all over the ground just at the sight of him running after her. He could understand it, though. He wasn't very pretty to look at, especially now that he was covered in blood. But that was pushed out of his mind. He had to stop her! He had to make sure she wouldn't be a bad girl! Jason ran faster and quickly gained on her, breathing hard from under his mask. For such a tiny girl, she ran pretty darn fast!
He quickly managed to catch up with her, and he stared down at her slowly. She looked so vulnerable. Jason felt her heart ache as her frame jerked and shook, her eyes clouded over with what looked like defeat. It was obvious that she thought that he was going to kill her, which didn't surprise him. After just seeing him kill four people, it seemed to make sense. Jason couldn't take the look in her eyes any longer. She looked like she was ready to die. He didn't like it. It was perfectly okay for others to have that look; since they were going to die anyway, but not her…she can't die…
Jason slowly bent down and clutched her small midriff. It was so small he could curl both hands around it just barely touch the first knuckles on his fingers. He quickly lifted her over his shoulder and looked around to make sure no one saw what was going on. Not that he was too worried; no one ever came by here and came back alive. He started to make his way back to his home, his arm gripping her tightly on around her mid-body to keep her in place. He felt himself tremble slightly as the realization of what he was doing hit him. He was bringing a good girl to his home for the first time. For some reason, he felt nervous. He didn't know how she was going to react to this. He prayed that she wouldn't run away. That would make her a bad girl, and he would have to kill her. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
"Don't worry, Jason," Jason heard his mother's voice tickle his ear. "As long as you are gentle and express that you won't hurt her, she will stay. Remember to be patient. She's so delicate…"
His mother's words made him shudder. She WAS delicate. She was innocent. She was untouched. She was the epitome of everything he had been looking for, and he knew that he would protect her innocence with his life.
END CHAPTAH.
Ooh…more goriness…so not fun to write. I kinda felt sick to my stomach when I wrote the beginning, but I wanted it to be pretty realistic. Hopefully I did a good job!
So they have officially met now! Well, kinda. Again. Poor little Destiny was NOT supposed to see that. If only Lucy had kept her mouth shut…
I tried to make Destiny react the same way I think I would. I would probably get all of those reactions. The flashbacks, the hopelessness, the vomiting. In a way, Destiny is like me. I'm scared of almost everything (Which makes me writing a story about Jason Voorhees even stranger) and I can get very shy. I do love to make friends, though! So please…don't hesitate!
I dunno if this chapter was long-awaited for or anything, but I remember wanting to make it really, really long. But I didn't. I dunno why. I just wrote all the things that came to mind. It feels like there was so much more when I was thinking about it…but now that I see it written down, I'm a tad disappointed.
Ah, well…
I hope you all understand what I mean about wrapping his hands around her waist and being able to touch his first knuckles. I think that's what you call them. The very tip of your finger that bends…that's your first knuckle, right? If I'm wrong, please let me know.
Y'all know the drill. Please write a review! And if it's a good, thorough one, I'll thank you for it! Seriously. I've already done it.
-NikoRu Rene