Jason sat on the porch steps of one of the cabins, watching the driveway rather intently. He honestly didn't have anything to do except wait until Destiny came back. He reset all of the bear traps and checked the entire campsite about ten times before he firmly decided there was absolutely nothing for him to do. Except wait. And that's exactly what he decided to do. As much as Mother couldn't stop scolding him for 'lazing around and waiting for his love to return', which he found utterly cheesy and rather pathetic with the fact that she was thinking of him, he just sat there. Waiting. He really had no clue what time it was, so he didn't know if she was gone an hour or even two hours. All he knew was that it felt like a LONG time. And he did NOT like it.

Luckily however, Destiny's car slowly pulled up to the driveway, and Jason's back straightened up in slight happiness. Thank goodness she was home in one piece. In all honesty he was starting to get worried that something had happened to her. The possibilities of what could have happened were endless, which didn't really help Jason in settling his mind from going into worrying overdrive. But he was now officially calmed down and pleased that she had returned.

Destiny stepped out of the car and immediately Jason felt there was something wrong. Her face was flushed, but, then again, what else is new? Not that he minded it; it was adorable, but there was something else. She looked troubled, like something bad was about to happen. She seemed to be shaking a little as she pulled out grocery bags from the car. She didn't seem to notice that Jason was watching her, but he could understand that. He could be so quiet sometimes that even he couldn't hear himself breathing. But that's beside the point.

Jason quickly got to his feet and walked toward her, which was loud enough for Destiny to notice. She jumped a little at the sight of him and looked away, playing with one of the plastic bag handles.

"H-hi, Jason." She muttered softly, concentrating on the bag. Jason felt his blood begin to blaze. Was Destiny already breaking her contract? Jason watched as she pulled out various bags from the car, even reaching over to pluck some of the products that fell out of the bags. It looked as if she threw them in the car.

Jason quickly took her by the shoulders, making her drop her bag and forcing her to look at him. Destiny gasped and winced. He could clearly see the bruises on her shoulders from yesterday when he did this, but he didn't care. He wanted the truth out of her, right then and there. Destiny trembled underneath his large hands, which clasped almost completely around her shoulders, and she stared at him in fear. Jason gave her a firm look, trying to get her to tell him what happened.

"J-Jason, I…I-I…" Destiny let out soft little stutters, but eventually started to speak more clearly. "S-some guys…th-they stopped me before I-I could get in the c-car…" Jason's eye widened and he unknowingly gripped her harder, making Destiny yelp in shock.

"J-Jason, stop! Th-that hurts!" Jason could only hear half of what she was saying. Right now he could only picture two men standing in front of her, talking to her, touching her…hurting her…

"Jason Voorhees, you let her go right now! You're hurting the poor thing! Don't you remember you promised not to hurt her!"

Jason froze, his large muscles tensing on the spot.

"If she wanted to, she could get in that car and leave us forever!"

'No…'

"And you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it!"

Jason quickly pulled back from Destiny, taking a few steps back. He could feel his heart thumping as he stared at her desperately, trying to decipher her reaction. Was she going to get in the car and leave? He had hurt her, after all. She said so and obviously she would know more about something like that than anyone else. Come to think of it, Jason had hurt her quite a few times since she had stayed with him. He gripped her by the hair and quite literally flung her onto the bed when she found out about his mother (Jason winced at the growl that hissed in his ear at the thought) and he hurt her when he was trying to get the truth out of her when she was having her period (Now that he was thinking about it, was it over already?). She had plenty of chances to get the hell out of here, and yet…

Destiny was still trembling softly and her hands went to her shoulders, rubbing them gently.

"J-Jason? Wh-what's wrong, are you okay?" She called out to him softly, and Jason couldn't help but look at her, his eye softening quickly at the sight. She was looking at him worriedly, but she still held fear in her eyes. He slowly walked back to her and hesitantly stroked her shoulder, glancing at her face and trying to give her an apologetic look. Destiny gasped softly.

"I-I'm okay, really…i-it didn't hurt that bad…" Jason let out a small groan and pulled out his notepad and pen. It wasn't that easy.

"Destiny, you've had three chances to leave me. I broke my promise three times already. I keep hurting you…" Jason glanced away as he showed her the pad, shutting his eyes tightly.

"J-Jason…I-I know you can't h-help it, sometimes…I-I'm sure y-you haven't had t-to handle a-another person f-for a long time…" Jason looked at her weakly.

"That doesn't matter. I shouldn't be hurting you. You're not doing anything wrong. You're not a bad girl." He saw Destiny's cheeks redden as she read, and he saw a ghost of a smile grace her features.

"I-I know…b-but you're still not u-used to b-being around s-someone else…i-it's not y-your fault…j-just as long a-as you don't r-really hurt me…I-I'll stay." Jason stared down at Destiny as if she had grown a second head. Did he seriously just hear that? Was she really willing to stay with him after the things he had done? Destiny let out a giggle and looked down, her face flushing more.

"I-I should tell you…th-that something did happen wh-while I was leaving the store," she said softly. Jason took a step toward her and, this time, took her shoulders gently and gave her a hard stare, trying not to let fury fuel his subconscious. Destiny seemed to shrink a little at his gaze, but she took a deep breath and stared right back up at him.

"I-I was leaving the store, a-and two boys stopped me. Th-they both asked i-if I needed any help." Jason gave her a slight warning look, and Destiny flinched.

"I-I said no…a-and o-one of them started to ask if there was s-something wrong with me…y-you know, since I was k-kinda scared…th-that one walked away, a-and the other one t-told me…" Jason saw realization hit her face and she gasped, looking up at Jason with wide eyes.

"Th-those boys…th-they're coming here! T-tonight!"

All Jason could see was red at that point. Pure and utter rage was filling every single muscle in his body, and luckily he had pulled away from Destiny before he could really hurt her. How DARE they talk to what's his! Destiny was HIS! Sure, she may not have known it yet, but Goddamn it, she was HIS girl! HIS little girl! How DARE they even LOOK at her! And the fact that they were going to HIS campsite only infuriated him more. First they even have the idiocy to go NEAR what was HIS, and then they have to invade HIS home! No, no this would NOT do.

Jason glanced at Destiny again and saw that she was staring up at him in pure fear. Jason slowly began to realize that he had been staring at her the entire time, and his fists were completely clenched against themselves, shaking. Destiny slowly took a step back, but Jason quickly tried to regain his composure enough to grab hold of her before she thought he was going to kill her. Destiny trembled against him, and Jason slowly melted. He slowly pulled out his notepad with one hand and slowly let her go before writing.

"Destiny, please don't be afraid. I'm not mad at you. I just want to make those idiots pay for scaring you. They didn't touch you, right?" He showed her the notepad. He relaxed slightly when he saw less fear in her eyes.

"W-well…o-one of them t-touched my shoulder…a-and…" she started to hesitate a little, and Jason tried hard not to throttle the information out of her again. He gently squeezed her shoulder, and she looked back up at him, her face red.

"W-well…I-I don't think i-it really matter, but…o-one of the boys…h-he said…"

"I love teaching prudes that they have a wild side…"

…Okay, his anger before was an understatement. Now they were REALLY going to pay. All Jason could see was that boy touching her little shoulder. Whispering those sinful, SINFUL words in her virgin ears. Thinking of horrid, disgusting things about HIS Destiny. Filthy, morbid, disgraceful things that would forever taint the epitome of innocence in front of him.

He would kill him last.

He would make him suffer much, MUCH longer than the others, possibly even longer than the girl that hurt Destiny a few days ago.

He was going to spill so much of his blood the camp would live up to its infamous name.

Camp Blood.

Jason slowly looked down at Destiny again. She was staring up at him in fear once again, her little frame shivering. Jason's eye softened at the sight again. He should know better than to get mad in front of her. She would just think he was going to hurt her for something she didn't do. But that was something he knew he would never be able to lose the habit of. Jason took a deep breath and cupped her cheek slowly. He was wearing his gloves this time, so he didn't get to feel her soft, red skin. She stared up at him fluttered her eyelashes lightly, a slight wind breezing by and drying her eyes. Jason couldn't help but chuckle. She was just so cute sometimes.

"Destiny, it's going to be okay. I'm going to protect you from those bad people. I won't let them anywhere near you. You just have to promise me that you won't leave the house when they arrive. I won't be able to concentrate knowing that you could be in danger." Destiny's lower lip began to tremble, and Jason panicked. He slowly began to stroke her cheek, trying to give her a sense of comfort, but it only caused tears to soak the fibers of his glove.

"I-I-I…y-you…k-k-kill…" Destiny could only make out three words as she began to shake harder, bringing up her hands to try and brush the tears away herself. Jason pulled his hand away from her cheek at that moment and watched little sobs rack her body. The fact that she was going to hear people dying again must have scared her. She obviously wasn't going to get used to it anytime soon, and of course Jason couldn't blame her. She shouldn't have to hear anymore screams of pain and fear. She shouldn't have to hear a blade slashing into soft flesh and hard bones, the sounds of cracking and spurting of blood. He didn't expect her to ever get used to something like that.

Jason gently stroked her hair, feeling the delicate ribbons of silk flow through his gloved hand as he tried to comfort her again. Destiny whimpered weakly and stared back up at him. He gave her the most comforting look he could offer before pulling out his notepad again and starting to write.

"I'll never expect you to get used to my killing, Destiny. I know that it will always scare you, but you have to trust that I would never kill you. I could only kill you if you became a bad girl, and I know you never will be. You're such a good girl…no amount of sin could ever turn you toward being a bad girl. Get everything back into the house, okay? I'll keep watch in case the bad people come by. Did they say how many were coming?" Destiny slowly shook her head as she wiped the last of her tears away.

"Okay. Did they say when they were coming?" Destiny shook her head again.

"Okay. I have to thank you for telling me about this, Destiny. Now I'll be able to prepare for their arrival and I'll be able to keep you safe." Destiny blinked a few times and gave him a small smile.

"Y-you're welcome," she whispered softly. Jason's eye glinted before he let his fingers graze over her neck. He grinned behind his mask as he saw her squeal and jump back, giggling hard.

"H-hey!" Jason laughed and patted her head gently before giving her a little push to the car again. Destiny nodded before picking up as many bags as she could handle and making her way to his home to drop them off.

Destiny slowly started to place the things that she had bought into the cupboards of Jason's home. She tried to organize what was going to go where, but her mind was too fogged with the simple thought that the two boys she had just seen half an hour ago were about to die. The fact that they were going to get torn to shreds, especially after what they had done to her (which she realized wasn't really that much, except for the flirting one of the boys – Roy, right? – tried to initiate on her) sent chills up and down her spine. She bit her lip as she placed a box of cereal in the cupboard and closed it. Destiny still had a hard time trying to get Lucy's screams out of her head. Was she willing to listen to any more?

Destiny sighed weakly and took in a deep breath, cracking open one of the ginger ales she bought and taking a huge gulp, hoping it would help her calm down. Destiny's choice of drink was, without a doubt, ginger ale. It was by far one of the most rewarding drinks ever. It helps whenever you're sick and it has no caffeine so you don't jump off the walls, which was the last thing she wanted to do with Jason around. Destiny, like anyone else, could get pretty hyperactive after drinking something laced with caffeine, and she had the feeling that doing so would send her straight to her grave if she took a wrong turn with Jason watching her. She still didn't really know what makes him tick. Although, she had an idea…

She glanced outside the window and saw Jason watching the driveway. To be honest she was rather confused at this. What if they suddenly drove in? Was Jason planning on killing them the minute they came into the campsite? That didn't seem like his kind of killing. The only way she could decipher such a thing was because of how he had killed Eli, Brianna, Derek and Lucy. He took his time. He waited until they were performing sinful acts before he killed them. And he seemed to torture the one that did the worst acts, like how he tortured Lucy when he realized that she had hurt Destiny. Perhaps he just didn't have anything better to do…

Destiny took another sip and glanced over at the living room. What was she going to do while he was out killing? Could she possibly be able to read with that kind of noise in her ears? She didn't want to risk reading Matilda; if the possibility of her favorite book getting ruined forever by the piercing screams of dying people was evident, she didn't want to take the chance. She decided to try and curl up with another book, like "Carlos is Gonna Get It" or "The Isabel Factor". Reading usually made her feel better anyway. Hopefully it would work in this situation.

Destiny glanced back outside again, feeling anxious again. Jason was making his way back to the house. Destiny couldn't help but flinch a little. Were they here already? It was only one on the afternoon. Either those guys were real party animals or they wanted to die more quickly. When Jason opened the door, he shook his head, so Destiny could relax a little. But she still felt edgy.

"You feel okay?" Jason showed her his notepad and she bit her lip uncertainly. She knew she definitely wasn't, but she didn't want Jason to worry.

"U-uh huh…I-I'm fine," she spoke weakly, giving her true feelings away.

Jason didn't look convinced, however. He gave her a look and blinked, which caused Destiny to look down nervously.

"I-I'm sorry…I-I just don't want you to worry while y-you're out there…I-I don't wanna distract you o-or anything…" Destiny knew that if she were to be a distraction, it would make her a bad girl. And by Jason's standards, Destiny did NOT want to be a bad girl. She heard pen scratching, so she looked up again.

"You'll only distract me if you're not in the house when they come around. I would have to find you and protect you while you're out there. That would make things harder. If you promise that you stay in here while they're here, I won't be distracted." Destiny nodded slowly as she read.

"I-I promise. I won't go anywhere." Jason nodded and glanced slowly at the broken refrigerator behind her. He pointed at it and gave her another look.

"Wh-what?" Destiny looked over her shoulder at the fridge and then back at Jason, confused.

"Did…I put anything in it?" she guessed. Jason nodded. Destiny grinned and shook her head.

"Nuh uh. I-I saw that it was broken. I-I guess I can put the fridge stuff somewhere else. Th-there has to be a working fridge around here somewhere…" Destiny looked at Jason expectantly and somewhat desperately. "…Right?" Jason shrugged and went to write in his notepad again. Destiny's heart gave a lurch. How was she going to keep things cold without a fridge?

"We can look around. I doubt any of the fridges around here work, though. This camp has been closed down for years." This was the last thing Destiny expected to hear. She stared at Jason, her mouth agape in disbelief.

"Wh-wha? Really? O-oh, sheesh, what am I gonna do…?" Destiny pressed her hand to her forehead in frustration. She should have known about this sooner. She should have asked Jason before she bought milk and soda and bottles of water. The water would be okay without being cold, and so could the sodas, but the milk…

Jason shrugged and glanced outside toward the campsite driveway again. He looked slightly on edge still about the fact that kids were coming by. He slowly walked upstairs and Destiny followed him with her eyes, but stayed rooted to the spot. She still had to figure out exactly what she was going to do if she couldn't refrigerate the milk. She'd have to get rid of it pretty darn quick. But her thoughts went out the window at the sight of Jason holding his weapon of choice.

The machete.

It had looked as though it had been cleaned and sharpened. He must have done that at some point while she was asleep last night. It gleamed brightly and menacingly in the sunlight, as if daring Destiny to think of Jason as anything more than a cold-blooded killer. She felt herself go slightly numb at the sight. She still didn't fully trust Jason yet, so doubts that he actually wanted to protect her started to fill her mind. She kept her eyes on the blade, jumping out of her skin every time he moved it even an inch. Jason didn't seem to notice. He was staring outside toward the driveway again. Destiny knew she would have to wait until later to get the colder things in the fridge. Destiny took another sip of her ginger ale and Jason almost instantly looked back at her, staring at the drink. Destiny let out a squeak of shock and he looked back up at her, his eye curious. Destiny glanced down at the can.

"I-its ginger ale, Jason. It's soda." Jason slowly tilted his head to the side and walked toward her. He was still staring at the can as if it was about to explode. He looked back at Destiny and then back down again, as if he was asking to take it. Destiny gave him a soft smile.

"Y-yeah, sure. H-here…" Destiny slowly offered him the can, but the sudden sound of a radio made Destiny jump and almost drop the can. Jason's head snapped toward the window so quickly, Destiny heard it crack. Destiny glanced out the window as well. She felt herself begin to tremble as the two boys she had seen before – Roy and Riley – step out of the car with two other girls. Both of the girls were dyed, manicured, and steamed to perfection, much like Brianna and Lucy, and were dressed just as scantily.

Jason's eye darkened with bloodlust. He gripped the machete so tightly his fist began to tremble. He slowly made his way to the door, quietly opening it, but before he stepped outside, he looked right at Destiny again. He pointed to the ground once, very sharply, and she nodded instinctively, shaking lightly. She then watched as he shut the door behind him.

For the next ten hours, Jason stalked the four idiotic, sleazy, utterly revolting teenagers. They were just as bad as any other group of life-wasters he had shortened the death of. The girls slung themselves all over the two boys and whispered teasing words in their ears. The boys would only grin at each other and take as many chances as possible to look parts of the girls' bodies they knew they were going to see sooner or later. Watching them made Jason absolutely sick. Part of him wanted to just rush right up and slash them to pieces, but no. No, no, this killing session had to be as special, if not more, then the others. They touched what was his. They touched HIS little Destiny, and tainted her delicate ears with their filthy, provoking words. Oh, they were going to pay in so many ways than one…

It was starting to get late now. Jason could only guess it was around eleven or so. He crept to another part of the campsite where he could see them more clearly. A small pile of beer cans and bottle were piling up near them. Jason could smell the awful odor of alcohol from where he was sitting. The two girls looked utterly wasted, dead asleep against one another on a log near the fire. The two boys were still drinking and were watching the girls, their eyes darkening with lust. He could start to make out what they were saying. One of the boys glanced over at the other one with a dark smirk on his face.

"You ready, man?" his voice sounded slightly slurred, but it didn't sound as if he had drunk all that much yet. Perhaps he was one of the stronger ones. The other boy looked back at him and reached over for another beer.

"Lemme drink another beer first, kay?" the other boy's voice sounded a bit more drunken then the other. He must be the weaker one. The other boy laughed and looked back at the girls.

"A'ight, fine. We can wait 'till you get more drunk to have some fun. Right girls?" He said the last part slightly louder, as if he was calling out to them. He snickered loudly when he saw that they were still knocked out. The other boy started laughing and well and took a slug of his beer.

"Man, we hit the jackpot this time, huh?" he said, grinning idiotically at his friend. The other boy stretched and kept his eyes on the girls.

"You got that right, buddy. They're not gonna disappoint, 'specially since they have no idea what they're doin'." Jason flinched as the two boys chuckled somewhat evilly at each other and bask in their proud moment. Did the boys drug those girls somehow, or were they just very weak to alcohol? Either way, they were going to get hurt in one way or another. Even though they seemed like bad girls, since they dressed so scantily and accepted the drinks that the boys gave them, he didn't like the idea that they were going to get hurt like that. But that thought was fogged over with the thought that one of those girls could have been Destiny. HIS Destiny.

Jason's fists tightened around the handle of his machete, his large frame shaking in anticipation. He was about to lunge when a familiar voice stopped him.

"Not yet, Honey, not yet!" Jason breathed hard and took a quiet step back, trying to hear his mother out.

"Listen to what they're saying, Jason. Listen…" Jason didn't realize that they had started talking again. He listened hard as he could. Their voices were getting softer now.

"So tha chick from the store really was a prude, huh?"

"Oh, Jesus Christ dude you have no idea! She was like a fuckin' nun or somethin'! GOD, how much fun would it'a been to bang her all nigh', huh?"

"Aw, dude she wasn't even sexy. She was in jeans, for fuckin' out loud! Who tha hell wears jeans in tha summer?"

"Man, shuddup. You know I love the prudes…I love destroyin' 'em…bangin' their tight little-"

Jason sped out of the woods, lunging for the boy who just spoke the last words he would ever say on his planet as if his entire goal in life was supposed to. Both of the boys screamed and quickly got to their feet, only to stumble once they realized how drunk they really were. Jason quickly swung at the backs of their knees, slamming them just hard enough so they couldn't movie anymore, but not enough to kill them just yet. The boys screamed in pain and dropped to the ground, blood soaking the ground behind them. Jason quickly made work with the two girls, first slashing off their hands at the wrist to wake them up. The girls screamed the minute the blade sliced into their flesh and looked at the two boys for help. The boys quickly tried to scramble away, but they realized that doing so stretched their wounds open. They roared in pain and fell on their sides, watching in horror as Jason tortured the girls, slicing their stomach and revealing their entrails. One of the boys managed to turn away and empty his stomach on the ground, shaking like a leaf. The other boy was screaming at the top of his lungs at Jason.

"STOP IT, PLEASE! JUST STOP IT NOW!" Jason paid no attention to him. He had to make this kill count. He wanted that boy to regret ever coming here, but also regret even looking at his girl. Jason decided the end the girl's lives by slashing their jugulars. Doing so made their necks explode with blood and it caused it to coat everything around them, including Jason's glove sand machete. He grinned evilly as the life quickly sapped away from them and their eyes lost the little life they had left. He then turned to the boys. The boy who vomited was trying to crawl away from him, whimpering and trembling. Jason almost had to let out a laugh. He can't be serious! Did he really think he could get away from THE Jason Voorhees? He was about to prove that no one could.

Jason grabbed the boy by his sandy hair and dragged him to the other boy. Jason shoved the boy's face in front of his and forced him to look. Jason pulled out his machete again and shoved it into the boy's side. Both boys screamed, one in fear and one in utter pain. Jason twisted the blade completely around inside the boy and plunged it out and in, as if he was using a plunger. The boy thrashed and screamed, his hair snapping off his head from Jason's grip.

"PLEASE, PLEASE JUST STOP! DON'T KILL HIM, PLEASE!" Jason shot his glare straight at the boy, pure and utter anger coursing through him. How DARE he try to plead now. There was no turning back from his fate the minute he touched-no, looked at Destiny. And after what he said about her…

"She was like a fuckin' nun or somethin'! GOD, how much fun would it'a been to bang her all nigh', huh?"

…Yeah, he was definitely going to suffer now.

Jason smirked at his fear-stricken face. This could have all been avoided, couldn't it? His attention went straight back to the other boy, who had now lost the ability to scream. His eyes were half-dead by now. Jason roughly wrenched the machete out of his side and caused a painful whimper to come out of his throat. Jason's lap was now covered in blood. He decided it was time to end this, or at least end this boy's pain. He was sure he couldn't feel anything anyway. So Jason decided to chuck his body into the fire. This brought back some life from the boy as he let out cries and whimpers of pain, struggling to get out. The other boy had screamed in shock as his friend burned to death and tried to crawl away as well. He must have forgotten that the backs of his knees were slashed, since this caused the wounds to stretch open more and stretch completely around to the sides of his knees. The boy gasped in pain and fell to his side again. Jason grinned and slowly approached him, trying to elect anymore pleas of mercy from the boy.

"P-please…j-just let me go…I-I won't ever come back…I-I promise…p-please…"

You know I love the prudes…I love destroyin' 'em…bangin' their tight little-"

Jason grabbed the boy's arm roughly and dragged him toward the fire. He shoved his arm completely in the fire. The boy screamed in pain and tried to wrench free, only to have his knees stabbed by the machete. The boy's life started sapping away slowly, but Jason wasn't done yet. He didn't stab one of his knees nearly as hard as the other one, so he assumed that he could still feel below his knee there. So he decided to do something he rarely did, since he knew exactly how painful it was, but he always kept it for a good, hardcore torture just like this one. He truly meant it when he promised that he was going to suffer.

Jason grabbed the boy's lower leg and with one quick jerk, snapped it in half. This caused a whole new scream to erupt from the boy's mouth, tears now streaming down his face at the pain. Jason knew that snapping that bone was the most painful thing any person could ever experience. Other than childbirth, which he didn't understand why. Jason pulled the now skin-melted arm out of the fire and grabbed his lower body. The boy started to shake his head quickly, whimpering desperately. Jason had to laugh at this. How pathetic…he chucked that part of his body into the fire. The boy screamed once more, his voice cracking, and screamed one question that Jason had more than one answer for.

"WHY! WHY! WHY? WHY! WHY!"

…Why? Did he REALLY have to ask WHY? Did he have ANY idea what he's done?

Jason slowly kneeled known, right next to the boy's face, and felt something unfamiliar deep rumble through his throat.

"Destiny."

He then shoved the rest of the boy's body into the fire.

Destiny pulled the blankets over her head as she heard yet another scream come from the campsite. The sound sent chills down her spine even if she had managed to grab every blanket from the house and cover herself with them. For some strange reason she thought this would give her more of a sense of comfort while she was waiting for Jason to come back. In all honesty, she felt really unsafe. Part of her felt like the boys were somehow going to make their way here and find her. Who knows what they would do to her after finding out that she 'lived' here…Destiny shuddered weakly at the thought and gripped Lacey tightly. Another scream ripped through her ears. Apparently Jason had found them, so she didn't really have to worry anymore…

Destiny took a quick slug of ginger ale and felt her body tremble. She really hoped that Jason would come back soon. As much as she didn't want to see him stomp into the house, blood-covered and brandishing a machete, she wanted him to be back so that she didn't have to listen to him killing anymore. The first time she heard a scream sent her screaming and running into her room, hiding under the bed and crying like a five-year-old. She had finally managed to relax by then, trying to block out the killing with a book, a few cans of ginger ale, countless blankets and the scent of vanilla from Lacey. So far it had worked, but whenever she did hear a scream, she felt a wash of fear come over her. Why did he have to elect so much pain from them? Couldn't he just kill them quickly?

She sighed and squirmed, her arms aching from the position she was in. She closed her book and shifted to her side, hugging Lacey to her chest. What if Jason was still seething from the kill? What if he wasn't satisfied from all the blood he had spilt from those other kids? What if…he let his temper get the better of him, and…

She gasped when she heard the door open and slam from downstairs.

Jason was home.

Destiny trembled in fear as she heard his heavy footsteps make their way up the stairs. They sounded angry…searing…hungry…Destiny whimpered as a few tears stung the corners of her eyes, doubts washing over her. Perhaps Jason was too bloodthirsty now to keep his promise. Perhaps he was really going to kill her now. Maybe she just wasn't good enough to keep. Destiny quickly pressed her face into Lacey's chest, shaking and letting her now-cover get blown.

Said covers were suddenly yanked off of her and chucked to the side. Destiny squealed in surprise and turned to look up at Jason quickly, and screamed immediately when she did. Jason's lap and gloves were covered in blood with only a few spots on his chest. His machete was slathered in blood as well and he was breathing heavily down at her, his eye glinting. Destiny felt the life sap out of her body at the sight. She felt like she was truly going to die now, without a doubt. She quickly tried to scramble away from him, her heart thumping in her ears. But Jason quickly grasped her around the waist and lifted her clear up in the air. He was being rough with her, which only made her fear more and more for her upcoming death. Jason held her up in front of him, and he watched her intently. Destiny shook underneath his hands and stared at him in horror, unable to speak but letting out soft, petrified stutters. Jason held his gaze and suddenly turned to sit down on the bed. Destiny gasped at the feeling of being shifted about and when her feet touched the ground. Destiny quickly gripped his arms with her hands and stared back at him, confused. Was he going to kill her, or not? What in the world was he doing? Jason was still breathing hard, and his hands were now tensing around her. Destiny then started to realize how stiff he was now. She tried to search his eye, but realized that he was looking away at his bottom left. Destiny felt her face begin to heat up considerably at the sight. It didn't look like he was going to kill her. What was he up to, then? Why was he holding her like this? Destiny soon found her answer when Jason suddenly jerked his arms toward him, shoving her against his chest and locking her body in his arms.

Destiny felt her entire body tense as he breathed heavily against her neck, one arm clasping over the back of her head while the other gripped around her hip, holding her hipbone in place. He slowly started to breathe quicker and he gripped her harder, making her gasp and flush countless shades of red. She could feel him trembling very, very slightly against her.

Jason Voorhees, the Camp Crystal Lake Killer, a man who was said to have no heart left, was hugging her.

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Oh. My. GOD! Ten. Flipping. PAGES! Could this possibly be THE longest chapter I have EVER written in my LIFE? HO-LY CRAP! Jeezum crow, this is amazin'! I'll be honest and say that I did plan this. I kinda wanted to make this a really, really long chapter for some people who I kinda promised it to. I remember promising it to EmilyEverlasting, so I hope I made her happy!

So…Jason's become pretty possessive, calling Destiny 'HIS Destiny' and such. He REALLY loses his temper a LOT in this, but he always softens at the sight of Destiny. How sweet! But, MAN does he make Roy suffer, huh? He was REALLY ticked at him. Well, he kinda deserved it, didn't he? Ass…

And then…he HUGS her! *Ultimate SQUEAL* He HUGGED her! How sweet is that! Gah, I knew I had to add that to the last part just to show that Jason still has his soft side. Also it was fun to write!

So, that gory scene made me shake the whole time I was writing it. Ugh, I really don't like writing them, but I know I have to, since, well, this is JASON we're talking about, you know? How can you not have gory scenes in a story with Jason Voorhees in it?

…

…Exactly!

So, I finally figured out how to make those gray lines! No more confusing, guys, just in case people were actually confused. To me, it was just plain annoying, but now that I know how to do it, I'm pretty pleased with myself! I feel like a real FF author now!

So, what I've decided to do it thank, on my Author's notes, the people who have reviewed for this story more then once. I've decided to thank them because it makes me feel like you guys are true fans of this story, which really makes me feel good! So, here's the list of Awesome people!

RKF22

Nightbloodwolf

EmilyEverlasting

Jovie Black

Electrogirl88

SawZelda

xXSakura-Hime-samaXx

Alc Fluteo

Celtic Authoress

Thank you guys so much for reviewing! You're all the BEST!

Okay, so the OC for Michael for the Collab story I've been thinking of it officially taken by MegaKiraraLover, who is my new pal! The part for Freddy was originally taken by the lovely Dreamy-chan! (Dream'sRealm) This collab story will be added to FF as soon as we get it started and will most likely be posted via an account we make together. So stay tuned for that!

I REALLY hope you guys liked this chapter. Please send me reviews over what you liked and didn't like, okay? I would highly appreciate it, alike always! Thank you so much for reading! Stay tuned next week for the next chapter!

-NikoRu Rene