Destiny looked around the room she was in. It was almost too dark to really see anything. For all she knew, there could be machetes all over the place. Destiny didn't want to take the chance of impaling herself with one, so she decided to plant herself on that bed like her life depended on it. It was kind of funny, it seemed from the way the man put it that she DID have to plant herself there. He WAS going to kill her, after all, if she left. She bit her lip and hugged her knees to her chest, feeling her heart spasm when she remembered his threat. He WOULD kill her, even though she was a "good girl". What made her a good girl? Because she never had sex? Was it his version of a virgin? But he had also said that she didn't drink either, so maybe it was a little more than that. Destiny began to wonder if he would kill people who were virgins but still drank or did drugs. Or if they weren't virgins but they didn't drink or do drugs. Or if they did drugs, but didn't drink or have sex. Or if they drank but didn't do drugs or have se-

"S-stop it!" Destiny pressed her hands against the sides of her head, shaking her idiotic thoughts out of her mind. "Wh-what the hell are you thinking? This is NOT the time to be wondering his criteria for killing someone! You just got kidnapped by a serial killer after watching him destroy four people!" Destiny felt her body shake at the thought. She was kidnapped. Kidnapped. What was she supposed to do? She knew that she couldn't run. He was pretty fast from what she knew, even though she had tripped. He would hunt her down like a dog and tear her into more pieces then a jigsaw puzzle. Destiny trembled harder and tears filled her eyes. What should she do? She felt so out of control…

She glanced over to see the notepad that he was communicating with her with, and she started to remember one of the things that he told her.

"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." Destiny closed her eyes and a few tears slipped down her already raw face. That was the sweetest thing she had ever heard in her life. She didn't get too many compliments from other people, so even hearing something from a serial killer was nice. If he really wanted to protect her…then he wouldn't hurt her, right? He DID promise…he wouldn't break his promise, right?

Destiny slowly wiped her face clean again and breathed raggedly. All she had to do was keep calm, and if she didn't do anything wrong, he would take care of her. He didn't seem as bad she thought he would be. He seemed understanding, like he knew she had every right to be petrified about seeing him kill four people and then kidnap her. And he seemed determined to make her relax, which did surprise her a bit. If he really didn't care about her, why would he try so hard to make her happy? Tickling her shocked her most of all, though. No one else knew how ticklish she was, and now he knew one of her worse tickle spots. Hopefully he wouldn't torture her that way...

"H-he must be telling the truth," she murmured softly, moving her hands to play with her hair again. "H-he must really care…" Feeling this realization made her heart swell. Someone actually cares…someone actually WANTS to know her…someone actually wants to see her happy and to see her smile…

Someone actually wants to be her friend!

Destiny smiled brightly and let go of her hair, pumping her arms up and down quickly in excitement, squealing as she did so. Sure, he was a killer, but he promised he wouldn't hurt HER. He seemed to only kill people who trespassed, and she seriously doubted anyone would anytime soon. She just hoped she wouldn't screw it up. She was very shy around men by nature, because she didn't really know how to act around them, so she knew she would result to a red-faced stuttering disaster whenever she talked to him. But he didn't seem to mind that. He seemed to be patient, so perhaps she could overcome it with his help. She glanced over at the door again. She knew he had told her to go to sleep, but she knew she couldn't. She was still a tad frightened of him rushing in on her to make sure she was still there, and she knew she couldn't if she tried, because she…

Destiny felt her face redden at the thought. She needed Lacey. Lacey was the name of her stuffed dog. She knew it sounded stupid, since she was an eighteen year old girl, but she couldn't sleep without Lacey. She remembered trying once when she had to stay over her grandmother's house for a night, and she stayed up all night long. She tried to use other things to replicate the feel of Lacey, but it was never the same. There was just something about the stuffed dog that made her feel at peace with herself. Destiny rubbed her arm slowly, feeling the bruise spread. How was she going to get Lacey back?

Before Destiny could think anymore, she heard the door open downstairs. Her heartbeat quickened. He was back. Destiny felt herself squirm a little, slightly afraid. She knew she really didn't have anything to worry about, since, well, he DID promise…but she hoped he would understand that she couldn't sleep. It's been a really strange night. She heard the doorknob turn and she flinched, staring at the door expectantly. She watched as he slowly stepped in, looking cautious. He must have assumed that she was asleep and was checking on her to see if she was alright. He must have seen her, because she could hear him take the notepad and pen off the dresser and walk toward her. Destiny hugged her knees a little tighter, feeling her body stiffen a little. He was very intimidating to look at. He was wearing a hockey mask, and she could see one of his eyes giving her a confused look. His clothes were torn up and slightly bloody, and she could see darker spots where blood was from other killings. Destiny felt a little nervous after seeing that. How many people HAS he killed?

"Are you okay, good girl? Why aren't you sleeping? Did something happen?" Destiny stared at his somewhat childish handwriting. She felt her face flush lightly as she turned to look back up at him. Even though he wasn't a very good-looking man by any means, he was still making her as nervous as she would be around the football quarterback. He was looking at her, and she could see concern in his eye. This only made her shy away more. No one ever gave her that look before…

"U-um…I-I…I-I'm still scared…" This was honest. She WAS still scared a bit. She knew this was the last place on earth she expected herself to be, and she still had to get used to it. The man frowned slightly in what looked like slight annoyance, and Destiny panicked.

"I-I-I'm sorry! I-I'm j-just not u-used to this y-yet…I-It will t-take time for m-me to trust you, too…I-I mean…y-you ARE a-a killer…" Destiny trailed off, glancing away and her hands found her hair again. She prayed that he could understand and be patient with her. She suddenly heard the pen scratching again, but she kept her gaze away, slightly nervous for what he had to say. He shook the notepad lightly to get her attention, and she turned back to read it.

"You are the first good girl I've ever met. I understand that you will be scared of me for a long time, but I still want to protect you. When I first saw you, I couldn't help but want to take you away from those bad people who hurt you. I want you to be happy here with me, and I'll do anything to do that." Destiny felt her face go red. Was he really being serious? Did he really feel all of those things? She looked up at him, her eyes wide. He glanced away from her, and she could see a shy look in his eye. Was he nervous too? Destiny felt herself smile very slightly. He seemed like he was a little kid in a big guy's body. She pressed her fingers against her lips to try and hide her blushing. She was acting like a little kid, too.

"I-I…" she saw him glance back at her, hopefully, and she had to look away, feeling her face go darker. "Th-thank you…n-no one h-has ever t-treated m-me like this b-before…" Destiny clenched her eyes tight in regret. Of COURSE no one's ever treated her like this! No one else had kidnapped her before! The man started to write more, and he shook the notepad again to get her attention.

"Will you be able to sleep now?"

Destiny bit her lip and stroked her hair worriedly. Should she tell him? What if he laughed at her? Did she wanna risk getting made fun of again and dealing with that kind of pain again just so she could sleep?

"W-well…I-I…I-I still can't…"

"Why?"

"I-I…" Destiny swallowed hard, her face now burning brightly, and mumbled, "I-I can't s-sleep w-without my s-stuffed dog…"

Of course she was.

The room was pretty silent after that, and she forced herself to look up at the man, praying he hadn't killed himself from laughing. But he wasn't. He was staring down at her. It looked like he was smiling through his eye. Destiny felt a little relieved that he wasn't laughing at her, but she knew he wouldn't let her go get Lacey herself. Either he would go by himself, or he would go with her.

"I'll go get it for you. I want you to at least try to sleep." The man then stood up and walked into the abyss that was the rest of the room. Destiny watched him, curiously, until he came back. He was holding something that she didn't expect him to carry in his entire life. It was a large, dirty, white stuffed rabbit. Its ears were long and it looked extremely old. He sat back down and pressed it gently into her arms. Destiny was shocked. She stared down at the large rabbit in her arms and then looked back up at the man. The man was looking at her hopefully. He must have thought that the stuffed bunny will be a good substitute until he brought Lacey. Destiny couldn't help but smile. He was being so sweet…

"Th-thank you…" she stroked the bunny's fur, and it almost felt like Lacey. But not enough. The man seemed happy and reached over to pat her head again, but he was much gentler this time. Destiny blushed as he did this, shying away a little. She wasn't used to a guy touching her yet. The man gave her a confused look, and Destiny blushed.

"I-I'm sorry…I-I'm not used to people touching me like th-that…b-but…I-I…I-I like it," She felt her face go redder at what she said, but the man nodded in understanding. He then took his notepad and wrote something down.

"Please try to get some sleep for now. I'll come back with your things." Destiny nodded at him shyly and he slowly got up again. He placed the pad and pen on the dresser and looked over his shoulder at her. Destiny stared after him and hugged the bunny tightly, slowly moving to lie down in the bed. The man's look softened at the sight, making Destiny blush again. Damn her blushing…

The man closed the door, and once again, Destiny was frozen in the darkness. Destiny shivered and tried to resume the position she usually did when she was asleep. She lied on her side and curled her legs up, then pressed the side of her face against the bunny's chest, and held onto it with both hands. After a few minutes of lying there in that position, Destiny could only feel chills going up her spine. No, this wasn't going to work. She needed Lacey. Destiny sat back up and stared down at the bunny in her arms. It was about the size of Lacey, but it just wasn't the same. She still thought it was sweet of him to let her borrow one of his…stuffed…animals…

Wait, what?

"…Why does he have a stuffed bunny in the first place? He's a serial killer! Serial killers do NOT keep stuffed animals lying in their homes…unless they're extremely childish…" Destiny took this into consideration. The man did seem like a child sometimes, and she found that kind of sweet.

"Does…he have any MORE toys around here?" Destiny tried to look at the other side of the room, but it was way too dark. Just looking at the abyss made her shiver. She HATED the dark. Destiny swallowed hard, her curiosity getting the better of her, and hesitantly pulled herself out of the bed. She held onto the stuffed bunny very tightly, and made her way toward the other side of the room. Her heartbeat quickened with each step she took. Who knows what else was in this house…

She stopped at the dresser, the first thing her hand touched as it outstretched to make sure she didn't hit anything, and she almost knocked over a picture. She quickly caught it, dropping the bunny, and held it carefully, trying to make out what it was. But it was no use; it was way too dark. Destiny bit her lip and she cautiously placed it back on the dresser, her hands shaking. She prayed the man wouldn't get mad at her for looking around like this. She slowly crouched down to find the stuffed bunny and felt a wooden block graze her fingers. She gasped and pulled away, snatching the bunny and standing back up. She buried her face into the bunny's head and breathed slowly. She couldn't smell anything, which made her heartbeat quicken. With Lacey, she could smell the faintest trace of vanilla from when she dropped a bottle of vanilla extract on her head when she helped the baker when she was three. Not being able to smell it now only made her feel more and more unsafe. Destiny felt herself get dizzy from the huge amount of fear she was feeling all at once, and started staggering into the door, which opened and she continued to trail backwards until she hit a door. Destiny screamed and turned around, thinking it was the man, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was a door. Destiny looked up at it and tried to read the sign that was on it. The darkness ate it up, though, so Destiny couldn't make it out.

She stood there, staring at the door for what felt like hours, frozen in fright. She didn't know what to do. Her mind was scrambled and she forgot how she got there. The dizziness caused her to lose herself for a second, so she didn't know what was happening. Before she knew what she was doing, she had opened the door she was in front of, and stepped inside. It was as dark as the rest of the house, and she could smell the faintest scent of roses.

"…R-roses?" Destiny looked around the floor to see where the smell was coming from. She tripped over a few things that were lying around, and every time she felt her heart throb in fear and she listened real hard to make sure the man wasn't back. She slowly walked around the room, and she could sense something else. Something she had already felt today.

It felt like…she was in the presence of something dead.

Destiny shook her head at the thought. Why in the hell would this guy have a dead thing in his house? This idea was sent out the window when she came face to face with a pedestal. She could clearly see a dismembered head on it, it's eyes wide open, it's mouth wide open, and it's skin rotting. That was all it took for Destiny to scream.

She scrambled back, dropping the bunny again, and screamed even harder. She felt vomit slosh around her stomach and she knew the man was going to be SO mad at her for this. First for snooping around his house, and then for trespassing on something she was SURE she wasn't supposed to see, and now she was throwing up all over the floor.

And right near the man's feet.

Destiny's heart froze as she watched her stomach acids slowly make their way toward the man's shoes, and she slowly looked up at him. He was staring down at her, his body rigid. His eye glared down at her. But it wasn't just a glare. It was the scariest thing she had ever seen in her life. It was MORE than a glare. It was like he borrowed the stare from the Grim Reaper or something; she could SEE her death in them.

"I-I-I-I-I…I-I-I…" Destiny was reduced to nothing but a pathetic lump of fear now. She could feel everything melting away from her. The only thing she saw now was him slashing at her with his machete. Her thoughts were becoming reality as he quickly gripped her by the hair and literally yanked her back to the other room. Destiny could feel tears beginning to fly around and hit random parts of her face as she instinctively jerked about, his grip fierce. He was tugging so hard, she wasn't surprised if he could scalp her by the time they reached the other room. When they reached the room, the man threw her onto the bed. Destiny fell in a heap, her head throbbing in pain, and she watched with blurry eyes as he wrote angrily on the notepad. She was a little shocked that he had the patience to write something down to tell her before he killed her. He then chucked the pad in the face and slammed the door, and what really scared Destiny was when she heard him lock the door. Sobs racked her body as she curled her body into a tight ball and shook uncontrollably, glancing at what the man wrote on the pad. After she read it, she was sure that she wasn't going to see tomorrow alive.

"I NEVER told you could wander around. Don't you EVER go in that room again, or I WILL kill you. You will be a VERY BAD GIRL."

END CHAPTAH

Uh oh…Destiny's in trouble! Doesn't she know better than to walk in on a man's mom's decapitated head! She has no manners…

So what's going to happen now? Is Jason so mad at her that he's going to kill her? I don't think he considers her a very good girl anymore. He thinks she's a BAD girl. And what does he do to bad girls?

Kills 'em!

But…stay tuned! You never know what'll happen. Destiny thinks she knows, but you can never be too sure!

Please review! This one took me a while. I hope it isn't rushed or anything. Please let me know if it is.

-NikoRu Rene