Destiny was incapable of speaking. Hell, she was incapable of breathing at this point. The kind of situation she was in didn't even require moving. She knew she was going to die anyway. Why he was taking her out of sight didn't really make sense though. Maybe he was going to torture her for seeing him kill the others. Or maybe he was just being creative with his killing and wanted this one to last. All Destiny knew was that she was going to die, regardless of what he was up to, so she stayed put as best as she could. The trembling and shaking didn't stop, though. Even if her mind could take the fact she was about to die, her body didn't.

The man was gripping her very tight, which didn't help with the fact that she was too scared to breathe. Perhaps he was secretly trying to weaken her by shortening her breath so she couldn't get away. The man was taking long strides in the woods, and Destiny could hardly see a thing. The only thing she could clearly see was the man's back, which her chin was resting against. She could see the tear stains she had made on his jacket, and she prayed he didn't notice. Making this guy angry would definitely make things worse. Destiny couldn't even feel the tears as they streamed down her face. She couldn't feel her body anymore. She was pretty sure her mind was trying to get her used to not feeling anything so her death would be less painful. Or maybe she was just too scared to feel anything. Either way, she didn't like it. Even if she wasn't thinking about it, she knew that if she jumped out of his grip now and landed on the ground, she wouldn't be able to move. Her mind would be reeling from what she had just done, and her body would still be too stiff to move. No, no…that idea wouldn't work at all.

Destiny then realized that he was stepping into a really, really old-looking house, and was making his way up the stairs. Her eyes were blurred with tears, but she could make out a kitchen and what looked like a living-room area. Who would have thought a serial killer would have a place like this? Especially one that lived in the woods. Destiny felt him jerk slightly as he opened a door and walked in. Destiny still couldn't make out much, but she could only assume that this was the room he took certain victims in to torture. This thought didn't really help though; it only caused more tears to stain his jacket.

In a sudden motion, man pressed a hand flat against her back and quickly lowered her down on what felt like a bed. He was being rough, but Destiny let him handle her like a ragdoll, knowing it was all going to end anyway. Her upper back leaned against the headboard and she instantly curled her legs against her body and brought her balled fists to press against her quivering lips in a desperate attempt to feel safe. Tears were now trailing down her bare neck and soaking the fibers of the top of her extra-large night shirt. She couldn't take the suspense anymore. If he was going to kill her, just kill her already!

Destiny's hands flew to her face and she began to sob uncontrollably for what felt like the fiftieth time today. Normally, Destiny didn't cry nearly as much as this, but her emotions were hypersensitive today for some reason. And she couldn't really blame herself for this one. She was about to die, for crying out loud.

Destiny found herself listening to a voice she didn't know, and she was shocked to figure out it was her own. It was high-pitched and scratchy, and let out every ounce of fright that was being held in.

"P-please don't kill me! P-please! I-I'll do a-anything, just p-please don't l-let me d-die! I-I-I didn't m-mean to interrupt you! I-I-I promise t-to keep it a-a-a secret, I- I SWEAR! J-j-just PLEASE! D-don't kill me, P-PLEASE!" Destiny's entire body was tense and throbbing. She could feel her life flashing again. She could hear angel's singing, welcoming her to Heaven. She could see Derek, Eli, Lucy and Brianna burning in Hell as she made her way up the golden steps. She looked back down to see her mutilated body in the hands of that scary, scary man as he walked outside to go bring it to the others. Destiny glared down at him and was about to speak when a sudden sound of rustling paper interrupted her thoughts.

Jason could feel his heart crack at the sight of the good girl crying in front of him. Watching her was painful to watch. She was so scared. She was so afraid. He never thought he would see the day when watching someone else cry was actually hurting him. It usually didn't bother him at all. All of the victims he tortured cried just the way the good girl was crying now and it didn't really faze him, since they were all bad. They deserved to die. But seeing her…seeing this innocent girl crying and begging for her life was killing him. He had to find a way to calm her down without scaring her more.

Jason slowly sat down on the bed and watched her for a second. She was wearing a really big t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. Her feet were bare and slightly scratched from running. He could feel her fear emitting off her body, which looked stiff and shook like a leaf. Her legs were curled up tight against her chest and her hands were covering her face. Her hands were dripping and he could see that her face was bright, bright red from crying so hard. Jason couldn't take it anymore. He had to do something. He slowly looked around the room in search for a notepad. He found one on the other side of the room and picked up a pen from the floor next to it. He slowly sat back down on the bed and started to write. He knew he couldn't talk to her, but maybe writing to her would help her understand what was going on. He didn't want to touch her; a little afraid that she would panic even more, so he gently shook the notepad in front of her, trying to get her attention. After what felt like an eternity, she looked up at the pad. She was being hesitant, but she did look, which made Jason's heart throb with excitement.

"Please don't cry, good girl. I won't hurt you."

The good girl's teeth were chattering, causing her lips to tremble, and she stared at the notepad. The look on her face was hard to read, but she still looked petrified. Her eyes and the skin around them were red from crying. Jason blinked weakly and pulled the notepad away to write something else. As he wrote, he could hear her whimpering faintly. Jason clenched his eyes shut in desperation. He prayed for her to understand. He then showed her the notepad again.

"I don't want you to become a bad girl, so I will keep you here and protect you. I want you to stay a good girl forever, and I don't want other bad people to hurt you or make you bad."

It looked like the good girl was reading what he wrote over and over again, trying to comprehend what was going on. She had begun to calm down, her whimpers fading and her tears drying up. Her body didn't stop trembling though, as he noticed when she slowly wiped her face with the back of her hand. Jason's eye brightened when he saw that she was relaxing, even if it was just a little bit. It was progress. But he could still see fear in her eyes. She was still looking at the notepad, almost as if she was too frightened to look anywhere else.

Jason slowly reached his other gloved hand out quickly, his nerves getting the better of him. The good girl shrieked and covered her face with her hands again, her fear coming back at full force.

"P-please, no…p-please don't hurt me, please…I-I…I-I'm s-sorry…p-please…n-no…!" Jason tensed in surprise. He didn't think he did that so fast. Of course that would scare her…Jason wanted to kick himself, but he had to go back to the task at hand. He shook the notepad insistently at her, hoping she would look up again. She did, slowly, looking at what he wrote again and it looked like she read it over once more. She seemed more hesitant, but she looked up at him for the first time. He could still see fear, but it wasn't as intense as before. He tried to stare at her reassuringly, expressing his feelings through his eye, as difficult as it was. He wanted to do anything to get her to understand that he wanted her to stay. That he wasn't going to hurt her. That she was a good, good girl. The only good girl he had ever met.

The good girl opened her mouth for a second to speak, but hesitated again, shrinking away and burying her fist against her lips. Her gaze turned down from him and towards her lap. Jason watched her as patiently as he could, following his Mother's orders. She then shut her eyes, and spoke in a very, very soft voice that Jason almost didn't hear.

"R-r…r-really?"

Jason wrote on the notepad again, smiling to himself in his mind. She was talking to him…she must be calming down now.

"Really. As long as you don't leave, I won't hurt you."

"D-do…y-you p-promise?"

Jason slowly lowered the notepad and stared down at her for a second. She was moving her fingertips around each other, keeping them close to her chest. Her eyes were large, but he could tell she was emotionally and physically exhausted. He never saw anyone more fragile.

"I promise. I won't ever hurt my good girl…unless she leaves me." Jason hesitated slightly to write that the good girl was his girl. He didn't know how she would react to that. But she seemed a little more relaxed now that he had promised her. Perhaps she didn't notice.

"Wh-why…w-why did y-you kill the o-others?" she was still speaking softly, her voice was scratchy. Jason could tell that she must have been dying of thirst; he experienced the same thing when he was thirsty too. He looked at her for a second, watching her before glancing down at his notepad to write again.

"Because they were bad. They were drinking and having sex. Those are bad things. They deserved to die. Especially after they hurt you. I made sure they died more painfully for you." The good girl looked a little shocked after reading the end. She looked up at him, her eyes wide.

"Y-you killed th-them b-because of me?"

"Mostly for you. They weren't treating you right." The good girl bit her lip and nodded slowly.

"S-so…I-if I start to drink a-and have…u-um…" the good girl hesitated, and Jason could see her face get darker as she shut her eyes. "…s-sex…" the girl whispered the word as if saying it would cause a bolt of lightning to hit her directly in the heart. "…y-you would kill me?" Jason didn't like to think about her doing such bad things. She was too pure to even consider it. And after watching her shy away from one word, he was sure it would take a heck of a lot to get her to actually perform it.

"Yes. But I know you won't. You're too innocent, and that's why I want to protect you." The good girl slowly stared up at him in slight awe, and Jason couldn't help but feel a shot of adrenaline. He never got a look like that before. Even though it was soft, it meant something.

Jason slowly leaned toward her, his hand stretching out. The good girl gasped softly and shrunk away from him, tensing her body again. Jason withdrew slightly, trying to be careful, and tried to look at her comfortingly before reaching out again, slowly. The good girl shut her eyes and stiffened more. Jason swallowed hard, desperate, and patted her head. When he heard the girl gasp and wince, he quickly drew away, confused and worried. He didn't feel like he was hurting her, so why did she make that noise? The good girl shook slightly and slowly looked back up at him.

"Th-that hurt a little…p-please…u-um…" she glanced away and suddenly reached behind her and grabbed a handful of her hair and started to stroke it, keeping her arms tucked between her knees and chest. Jason hadn't noticed her hair until she did this. It was dark blonde, and it looked like it reached the middle of her shoulder blades.

"P-please don't be so rough…I-I'm sorry…" Jason felt his heart sink. He was rough…that was unacceptable. He knew if he was rough with her, he was hurting her. Hurting a good girl would make him a bad boy. He did NOT want to be a bad boy. He needed to learn how to be gentle, but the only problem was that he didn't really know how. He never had to be gentle with anything before, since he never handled another person without killing them. He knew this would be a challenge, but perhaps the good girl would help him become gentler. But for the time being, he would have to teach himself.

Jason reached out again and stroked her neck so faintly he didn't even feel it graze his gloved fingertips. What the good girl did made him flinch. She giggled and twitched, letting her hair go to cover her neck.

"N-no! D-don't do that!" she kept giggling, her laugh light. "Th-that tickled!" Jason watched as the good girl turned her head away, blushing deeply and a smile still on her face, as if she was almost hoping he would do it again. Was he being gentle then? Perhaps just doing things more lightly would be gentle for her. Jason felt himself smile behind his mask in delight when he saw her face light up from the unexpected – but gentle - gesture. Even though he wasn't trying to make her laugh, he did. And it seemed to calm her down. And she was happy! Hearing her laughter sent chills up his spine, but it felt so good. He knew he would have to do that more often.

Jason was about to tickle her again when he remembered that he had left the others' bodies in the cabin, and he knew he had to clean them up and get rid of the bodies before anyone else came along. Jason didn't want to bring the good girl with him, because she had already seen too much. But he didn't know if he could trust her. He grabbed his notepad and hesitated as he started to write.

"I have to go, good girl. I want you to go to bed. You've been through too much today. You need sleep. I trust you to stay here until I come back. If you do leave, you won't be a good girl anymore. You will be a bad girl, and I don't like bad girls. I kill bad girls, and just because you were a good girl before doesn't mean I'll hesitate." Jason watched her reaction carefully. He wanted to see if he had gotten his point across. To be honest, he was trying to scare her a little so she wouldn't leave. He knew if he was too nice to her, she might take him for granted. He didn't want that.

The good girl looked frightened for a bit, and looked up at him quickly. He nodded seriously and slowly got to his feet.

"W-wait…" Jason stopped and turned to look at her. The good girl was still in the same spot. "Wh-what are you gonna d-do?"

"I have to clean up the bodies and get my machete back. I don't want you to see the bodies. You've seen too much already."

"C-can you p-please not b-bring the m-machete in here? I-I…" the good girl trailed off, afraid. Jason couldn't help but smile a little at her hesitating. It was cute.

"I won't bring it in here. I'll hide it so you won't see it. I don't want you to be scared." Jason left the notepad and pen on the dresser and looked back at her before he shut the door. The good girl was staring after him, and he could still see a hint of fear in her eyes. But seeing only a hint was much better than seeing her eyes literally shaking.

END CHAPTAH.

Holy crap. I wrote a LOT for this moment. I knew I had to make this count, since it's a pretty big deal. I mean, they've finally met! Hooray! *I throw my hands up in the air sometimes…* But Destiny is still scared of Jason. It's gonna take a LOT for her to relax around him. Hopefully Jason is u for a challenge!

This is where Destiny's real shyness comes in. Toward the end, she's more shy and nervous than scared, because she's starting to trust him. But believe me; she's still scared of what just happened. And the night is definitely not over yet, that's for sure!

To be honest, I think there's gonna be more Jason POV then Destiny POV, because I like writing in Jason's perspective. I like showing you exactly what's going through his mind, but I also wanna show you what it would look like from someone who doesn't know what's going through his head.

So, I hoped you liked this chapter. I worked pretty hard on it. To be honest, I dunno if I can get cracking on the next one too soon. I got a lot of work to do. I know I have to get all of that done first before I start the next chapter. But hopefully it won't take too long!

In the meantime…review, please! Tell me what you're thinking! Comment on stuff, criticize. I honestly wanna make sure I'm not making Jason seem like someone he wouldn't act like, but I think I might be doing that…

-NikoRu Rene