Once Jason had made his decision, he knew, at that moment, it was the best thing he could have ever done. The amazing thing was that it was on a pure whim. He did not plan this beforehand; analyze the possibilities of the reactions that could be received, or how to respond to said reactions if they were to be given. He didn't even think of how to do it once the decision was made in his mind. He just did it.

Jason made his way back to his home as normal as you possibly ever could after just killing four people. He could feel the blood from his kill soak through to his skin and through his glove and he didn't regret one drop of it. He was still seething from the kill. He was still feeling an awful yearning for blood being splattered all over the ground, coating it with the revenge of sins. He gripped his trusted machete tightly in his right hand and his eye darted about wildly in a hopeful search for some other unfortunate idiot who happened to stumble into his field of vision. He knew this was unlikely, since he only saw four people come into his campsite, but it was possible for more to pop out of nowhere sometimes. It has happened before, no doubt. But it didn't seem to be happening today. By the time he reached the house, his temper was ablaze with the fact that he had no one else to kill anymore.

That is, until he heard squeals come from upstairs.

There was someone he could still kill.

Jason made his way up the stairs, his feet slamming hard on the already weak wooden stairs. He loved to intimidate and scare the daylights out of his victims if he gets the chance. It was somewhat annoying to do at some points, since they usually, if not always, ran away from him. He wasn't a real fan of running, but in certain cases, like tonight, it was somewhat necessary, even if they didn't run. Nevertheless, he felt the need to run in certain situations.

When Jason made his way into the guest bedroom, he saw the bed shake, and doing so caused his rage to hit close to the same peak it did when he listened to those revolting boys. The bed was shaking just like it would be if a couple was in it, committing an awful, unforgivable sin of destroying innocence. The very thought made him sick, even though he knew very well that Destiny wouldn't do such a thing. He yanked the covers off her body.

Jason heard Destiny scream at the sight of him. How many times has he gone through something like that? Everyone screamed at the sight of him. This wasn't anything new. He took a long, unnecessary amount of time just looking down at her. She had changed into her night clothes again, the same ones she had on the past two nights. He realized how much smaller she looked with them on, which was strange to him. You'd think wearing bigger clothes would make someone look bigger, and yet she looked as if she was a child, especially since she was still holding her stuffed dog. Her face was pale. This wasn't something he was used to yet. Sure, he had seen other people with the same skin whenever they were scared, but Destiny looked as if her life was flashing before her eyes just by looking at his state. He could see fresh, clean, clear tears start to form in the corners of her widened brown eyes. She was the exact, textbook definition of what a person looked like when they thought they were about to die. Jason liked that. He could feel the fear radiating off of her, just like it did when they first met. It felt so good. And she looked so vulnerable. Usually kills like this were short and quick, but he would have to make this one last…he NEEDED it to.

Destiny made a move to get away from him, but Jason's muscles reacted before he even had time to think. His hands snapped around her waist and he lifted her up clean into the air, her face eye level with his. His eye bored into hers, but he was now trying to understand exactly why he had done such a thing. Just a few seconds ago, he wanted to kill Destiny…and now, he's holding her…

…Wait…did he just think he wanted to KILL her?

Kill HIS Destiny? No! No, no, no, NO! He could NEVER kill his Destiny! Never! Not in a million-!

"Jason…Jason, Honey, calm down…"

Jason felt his stomach clench at his mother's soothing voice in his ear.

"You don't want to kill little Destiny, do you? I know you don't…you're just a little bloodthirsty still, Darling…but you would never kill little Destiny…look at her…"

Jason's eye bored more into her fearful face. He could feel her body trembling in his hands and he heard little whimpers wisp out between her pale lips.

"She's yours, Jason…your little girl…you couldn't kill such a pretty face, could you? Such an innocent, angelic little girl…you can't bring yourself to kill her…you just can't…"

Jason had slowly sat down on the bed while his mother whispered, letting Destiny's feet hit the floor. When he felt her tiny hands snap to his arms, he had to look away. He noticed how hard he was breathing now, and he felt scared. How on earth could he have thought to kill Destiny? His little girl? The only thing that ever understood him…other than his mother. His hands started to tense around her, feeling the very subtle curve that was her waist. Should He? Shouldn't he...?

…Yes.

Jason felt his arms snap toward him, sending Destiny crashing against him. He pressed her face against his chest and he hurried to take off his gloves. He threw them to the floor, soaking the fibers of the already weakened wood with blood, and delved one hand into her hair. My God, how soft it was…it felt like the soft blankets his mother would wrap around him during the winter. And it smelled so heavenly, something he had never smelled before. He was curious as to what the smell really was, but he decided to give it its own name. It smelled like Destiny.

His other hand went to her hip, clutching it gently and holding it against his stomach. He quickly pressed his face against her neck and breathed hard. Her skin smelled just as amazing as her hair did. Lord, he had no intentions of ever letting her go, now. Never…never again. He could feel her heartbeat thump hard against his chest and he shuddered weakly. How could he ever think of killing this little thing? This amazing girl…the only thing that made him feel alive. Truly, truly alive. The thought made him grip her tighter, quickly intertwining his fingers in her hair and cupping the back of her head gently, making sure she stayed in place. No…no, he could never kill her…never…

Jason could feel her body completely tense against him. He could feel her little hands against his chest, curled up into little fists, just like she did when she cuddled with Lacey before falling asleep. He couldn't help but smile a little at the thought. Could he…possibly hold her tonight? Could he…?

"…J-J-Ja…J-Jas…" Her breathing hitched as she tried to speak, and Jason slowly, reluctantly, guided her away from him and placed the hand that was in her hair on her shoulder, keeping his other hand on her hip. All the blushing she had shown before was an understatement. She now looked like a little cherry. Her hands instantly flew to her chest, and she was staring up at him in confusion and fear. But he knew it wasn't the same kind of fear. It was just her shyness. She was breathing shortly, her chest moving up and down quickly. It looked as if she was about to hyperventilate. Of course she didn't see this coming, much like he didn't either. He now thought he shouldn't have done that. He thought she was officially scared of him, now, for hugging her like that. He thought, maybe…she would leave.

Jason looked away from her, feeling shame and regret fill his body, making his heart beat more quickly. He slowly, very slowly, got to his feet and walked toward the door after picking up his machete, which had been lying, forgotten, near the bed. He just reached the door before a small voice stopped him.

"W-w-wait…"

Jason quickly looked back. Destiny had taken a small step toward him, staring up at him shyly. The sides of her legs had some blood on them that hadn't dried up yet, but she didn't' seem to notice. Jason looked down at her, feeling slightly hopeful. Maybe she didn't want to leave after all?

"…Wh-why…w-why did you…?" Jason blinked and stared down at her. How was he going to explain this? He didn't want to tell her that he was considering killing her. That would scare the living daylights out of her. As much as he detested lying…

Jason wrote out on the notepad he had managed to keep in his pocket while he was killing that he just missed her. He decided not to mention the things one of the bad boys said. That would have definitely scared her. Destiny read what he wrote and blushed even more, if possible.

"…Y-you d-did?" Jason nodded, feeling slightly guilty that he wasn't telling her everything, but he knew he was protecting her, in a way. Well, at least her sanity.

"…I-I…" Destiny looked down, starting to play with her hair. Her toes overlapped one another. Jason couldn't help but smile. He loved when she did that.

"…I-I missed y-you t-too…" Jason's eye widened and he looked at Destiny in shock. Really? Destiny missed him, too? She looked up at him shyly, her expression a mix of nervousness and exhaustion. Jason could only guess how late it was, but he knew it was late enough. He didn't like how she had stayed up this late, since it wasn't good for her to sleep so little.

"I'm glad you missed me. I'm sorry if I scared you…I didn't mean to. Anyway, you should sleep. You shouldn't have stayed up." After seeing Destiny's guilty and somewhat awkward expression, he immediately regretted writing what he did. He realized how awkward he worded everything. Jason rubbed the back of his head, his ears starting to go red.

"O-okay…I-I'll go to bed now," she spoke softly, and turned her back to him to get back into bed. Jason felt his hands clasp hard against the notepad. He was feeling the strongest urge to just grab her and hug her again. Or, better yet…

No, not yet. He couldn't hold her like that. She was scared enough when he just hugged her.

One time is enough…

…For her. Not for him.

Jason followed her, his hands balled into fists and watched as she situated herself in bed. She pulled Lacey up against her and cleared the cans and books around her. This whole time she had been reading. What kind of books did she bring with her, anyway? Jason remembered how much he liked to read when he was younger, but he didn't have that many books. Maybe…

Jason gently picked up one of the books and pointed at it, looking into Destiny's eyes. Destiny glanced at the book, then back at him, looking confused.

"Wh-what? D-do you like that book?" Jason shrugged and glanced back at the book again. The book didn't look familiar to him, so he guessed he didn't know the book. He then looked back into Destiny's eyes, gesturing the book toward her. Destiny tilted her head a little at him, which made Jason guess that he's done it enough now for her to adopt it as a new habit.

"D-do…you want me to read it to you sometime?" Jason smiled and nodded slowly. Destiny gave him a shy smile and nodded.

"W-we can do that tomorrow, okay?" Jason nodded and put the book down. He then picked up one of the cans and looked at it carefully. It was the same can she had earlier that day, so he knew it wasn't alcohol. He heard Destiny giggle softly.

"I-I can show you that, too."

END CHAPTAH!

Ugh, this chapter is so short. I'm really sorry, guys. I just couldn't think too properly this week for some reason. Must have had a major lazy streak or something.

So, this is so far my favorite chapter, since I loved writing about Jason's thoughts while he was hugging Destiny! My GOD, it was SO cute! Gah, I love it! I just hope you guys like it, too!

Oh, and I wanted to ask you all something. I was wondering if I should add a new Chapter 1, one that would sound way more interesting, you know? I realize that chapter seems a little typical to start a story. I was wondering if I should do another, and make Chapter 1 Chapter 2, and so on. Lemme know what you think, okay?

I'm so glad this story has 75 reviews! I never thought this story would get any! I hope you guys like this chapter! Please tell me what you think!

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