Now this was truly going to be a sight to see if Jason ever saw one. Destiny, the most delicate and innocent girl on the face of this planet, was going to try and scare Jason Voorhees, a ruthless, hardcore serial killer. This was surely going to be something he would treasure forever if he needed a good laugh.

Part of him was slightly intrigued that Destiny was going to try and scare him. He wondered how this possibility even came to her mind. Had he done something that would have provoked her to believe that Jason was capable for the emotion that was called fear? Surely everyone thought that certain emotion had been stomped out of him long-before now. Sure, he had seen it LOADS of times, on other people – his lovely, idiotic victims -, but he had NEVER experienced it for himself. Give or take what had happened to him when he was a boy…but let's not get into that, now shall we?

Jason tilted his head in curiosity at Destiny as she stared right back up at him. Her eyes didn't flit back down to the floor or her flip flops like they had been doing before that –

'She's been doing that a lot more, from what I remember…why does she do that all the time now?'

- This time she was staring deeply into his eye, as if trying to bore into his very soul. If he had any soul left, that is. Jason felt a warmth surge through his muscles and his heart skip a few beats. Her eyes were just so pretty, especially now, since they were, quite literally, sparkling in the sunlight. When her eyelashes gave a light flutter he flinched. Another course of nerves racked his body and he had no idea why. All she did was move her eyelids around a bit, and he thought it was the sweetest thing he had ever seen. Her lips, her pink, soft and almost…sweet-looking-

'St-stop it, Jason!'

Slowly started to twitch into a bright and sunny smile, showing him her well-aligned teeth. Another wave of butterflies hit him in the stomach. Her smile looked so happy sometimes, like her life couldn't be any better. Jason loved that smile, even though he had a hard time deciding which smile of hers he liked best. There was her classic shy smile that just made Jason want to hug her and never let go. Then there was her saddened smile that just made Jason want to wrap his arms around her and hold her until she smiled the smile she was giving him now, which just made Jason want to pick her up and spin her around circle after circle.

…Was there a pattern there?

Jason couldn't think of it at the moment, because if he did he wouldn't have noticed that Destiny had made a beeline for the entrance of the campsite.

And it was Destiny's grave, GRAVE mistake that she did.

The huge figure thrashed through the wilderness around him, his heart pounding out of his chest at the sight of his little girl running away from him as if her life depended on it. What in the HELL possessed her to do something so stupid? Did she think she would be able to get away from him by running? She may have been faster than he thought, but he was always faster. Always. Jason managed to get to the very edge of the campsite where the main road was and around quickly. To his surprise, Destiny was truly gone.

How could she pull off a stunt like that! How could she get away from him? She was right in front of him the whole time! Sure, she may have gotten a head start, but all of his victims did and he ALWAYS caught up to them.

This was the only time he didn't catch his prize. And he was NOT happy about it.

He thought he was pissed off when she ran in on Mother, but he realized now that it was just a minor irritation. NOW he was pissed. REALLY pissed.

Did she run away from him? Did she think she didn't need him anymore? She was so wrongly mistaken if she thought she could make it out there without his protection. He was the only one who could provide for her and treat her like the little piece of Heaven she was. He was the only one who could protect her with his entire life. If she thought she could find someone else out there in that cruel, cruel world to do that, she was digging her own grave. People could not be trusted. Ever. With nothing. No matter what.

If people couldn't be trusted with watching out for a little boy before he could get pushed into a lake and drown to death, then they surely couldn't be trusted with protecting an innocent young girl from the sinful people around her.

How dare she…HOW. DARE. SHE?

Jason slammed his fists against the closest tree, making is groan and shake and cause several leaves to sprinkle around him. He had no idea that Destiny was mere inches from him and trembling like one of his many victims.

Destiny did expect for Jason to get mad, but not THIS mad. She was actually rather hoping to see him look sad that she had left him. Instead he looked as if he was going to rip her apart when he found her.

This was a flaw in her plan.

Destiny watched nervously, willing herself not to whimper as he stalked down the road, as if trying to see if he had any possibility of finding her again and chasing her. She watched him through the trees to see exactly how far he would go, and once she saw that he was a good twenty or so miles away, she slowly made her way out of the trees and toward his house again. She honestly hadn't a clue why this entered her mind to try and scare him, but the best idea she could come up with was to try and make it look like she had run off, then sneak back into the house as if nothing happened. Perhaps she just thought it'd make things more interesting. Or maybe she just thought that Jason wouldn't get too upset once he noticed that she wasn't really gone and had never left in the first place. Or…maybe she had just written her own will.

Destiny stopped abruptly at the thought, her heart leaping in throat which immobilized her breathing almost at an instant.

She didn't think that Jason would kill her because of this. In a way, she was being a bad girl by scaring him and making him think she was a bad girl by running away from him. And he has told her many, many times how he only killed bad girls…Destiny swallowed hard and fought back the urge to vomit. Maybe she had taken this too far. Maybe Jason really was going to kill her when he found out she was only kidding.

Destiny closed her eyes slightly and felt the brink of all she was thinking of literally hit her. She fell in a heap on the ground. At the moment her mind was unable to distinguish exactly what was the floor and what was the sky. It was all mixed together with an image of Jason walking up to her with his gleaming machete in his hand. She tried to reason with herself and get this awful thought out of her head. Why would Jason hurt her for something like this? Sure, it was a bit surprising, but it wasn't something for him to kill her over…right?

Destiny sighed shakily and hesitantly got to her feet only to realize how hard she was shaking. Perhaps if she reasoned with Jason first he wouldn't kill her…perhaps.

She bit her lip as she let her gaze wander around the wilderness of the campsite. Even though she was in a panicked state, she couldn't help but realize how beautiful it was outside. Granted, she didn't spend that much time outside in the first place, so she always thought any kind of wilderness was pleasing to look at. She saw the sun glaze over every single blade of grass that covered the ground, making the whole scene almost glow with a transparent green aura. The sunlight reflected off the leaves of the trees which gave off the same aura to the sky. Destiny took a deep sigh and exhaled slowly, enjoying the fresh air for what felt like the first time. Destiny was always cooped up at home when she was still there, so she never really knew what it felt like to be outdoors for so long. And so far, she liked it.

Destiny slowly started to walk past Jason's shabby home, admiring the beauty that was around her. She always had respect for nature, but she never realized exactly how beautiful it could be, even if you thought a serial killer was about to slash you into pieces. The erratic thumping in her throat had slowly died down as her mind wandered around with her body. She found herself taking long, deep breaths, as if trying to breathe all the air before it was taken away from her. Doing so caused her to close her eyes and stumble upon possibly the most beautiful sight she had ever come across.

Destiny had seen delicate fields on television, but they didn't come to compare to the one that was displayed in front of her now. This field had an array of flowers. Flowers that Destiny had never seen before in her life. Even though she had never really been a flower person, how could someone not appreciate these ones? Each and every petal looked as if it was painted by hand by a truly gifted artist. Destiny almost hesitated to touch one; she had the feeling that it would crumble in her hands if she did. But the minute the petal came in contact with her fingertips, she gasped. She had never felt such a thin, silky feeling before. It was almost unreal, like a thing you could only feel in a book or a movie. Destiny knew she wouldn't be able to pull herself away from the splendor that was this field. Even if a serial killer was after her, she wouldn't mind being killed in such a gorgeous place. Destiny slowly and carefully sat down cross-legged on the ground, making sure not to crush any of the flowers around her. Why hadn't Jason shown her this place before?

However, Jason was not seeing the same things that Destiny was seeing. Within his already somewhat poor eyesight, given the awful state he was in, he could only see red.

Destiny HAD left him…his sweet, adorable, innocent little girl had LEFT him behind. And he had the stupidity to LET her slip out of his grip. How could he do something so foolish? How could he let her slide away from him like this? She wouldn't be able to survive without his arms protecting her untainted innocence…her craving innocence that so many had lost within the years her life held. Jason could place the feeling of pure regret that had filled him since he was blinded by the rage that poured through his blood and caused it to boil over. Part of his blunt anger was for Destiny, as much as he didn't want it to be. Did she honestly think she could make it out there on her own? Did she think that she didn't need Jason anymore to survive? Part of Jason wanted her to get raped, to get hurt, to come running back to him sobbing and bleeding her virginity out between her legs like one of the many victims he had come across. But what would he do, then? Would he comfort her? Would he push her away? Would he kill her? Jason gritted his teeth as he toyed with the situation he had put himself in. What WOULD he do if she came running back to him in such a state? Comforting her would only bring false hopes. If she had left him before, who's to say she wouldn't try to leave him again? Pushing her away would be an option, especially if she wasn't the same Destiny he knew. He didn't want to protect a girl who had lost her innocence. That would make her a bad girl. So…he would have to kill her, wouldn't he? Jason sighed roughly as he reached the door to his home. He hated the idea of killing Destiny more than anything, but if it came to that situation, he would have to…

Jason stood at the door, staring at the doorknob with his good eye pleadingly. Pert of him was hoping that Destiny had somehow come back here, as if that had been the trick into scaring him. Because, goddamn, he was scared to death, no doubt. Lord knows he would never, ever admit it, but he was so scared he could feel himself shaking. He didn't want Destiny out there. He didn't want to think of her getting attacked by men while he wasn't there to protect her. They wouldn't even be able to go within ten feet of her in his presence. The fact that he couldn't provide that for her anymore and that she was now vulnerable to the world caused worry and fear to take a hold of him for the first time since he drowned. He promised her that he would protect her. He promised her that he would guard her beautiful innocence with every ounce of energy he had. And now, she's gone. Gone from his life forever. Now…he was alone. Again. For the first time in weeks. He had gotten so used to watching out for her. He remembered how he would check up on her every time he had woken up (He remembered all the excuses he came up with to do so as well) and just watched her sleep. She looked so damn beautiful, all curled up against her stuffed dog and burying her messy hair against it like a lover. So many times, more times than Jason could really put a number on, he had been tempted to just chuck that lucky – that lucky, LUCKY – stuffed dog out of the way and replace it with himself, so he could finally know what it felt like to hold someone you love in your arms. Jason lost count at how many times he had seen lovers hold each other while they slept, but every single time, he couldn't help but wonder.

'Why can't that be m-?

…Wait…did I say I love her?'

"In a way, you did, Dear."

Jason almost let out a gasp at his mother's words. He had known she had been listening in to everything he had been thinking about, so it was rather surprising that she wasn't yelling at him for thinking that Destiny could possibly be a bad girl. The thought only scared him more. If Mother didn't object to Destiny being a bad girl, then she WAS a bad girl, wasn't she?

"Jason…Destiny is not a bad girl, as much as you think she is."

…Now THAT made him angry. How WASN'T she a bad girl? As much as Jason didn't want her to be, she WAS, damnit! She WAS a bad girl! She was a bad girl for leaving him and was a bad girl for thinking she didn't need him. But she did. She DID need him…and he needed her…

Jason struck his fist against the door weakly, his body shaking too hard to fully exert its power. He could only fasten his teeth together and clench his eye shut. Why...why…

'Why, Mother…why? Why did she leave me? What did I do wrong?'

"Jason, Honey, you didn't do anything wrong."

'B-but she's GONE, Mother. She's GONE. She's LEFT me, and I can't get her back! I don't know where she is now! For all I know she could be-'

"Attacked."

Jason's shaking fist tightened against the door, the images spilling into him again.

"…Jason, she won't be attacked."

'Mother, how could you say that? Destiny is so…fragile. So vulnerable. Anyone could overpower her, and anyone could take advantage of her, and she wouldn't know how to fight back. She NEEDS me, Mother, to protect her. Why doesn't she get that?' Jason slammed his other fist against the door, much harder this time, making the door shake.

"Darling…she won't be attacked because she never left our campsite."

…What?

Jason's head jerked up suddenly, staring at the shabby wood in front of him in shock.

Wait, what?

He took a few steps back from the door and looked around quickly, trying to see if Destiny was anywhere nearby.

"Destiny really does a number on you, doesn't she, Sweetie? She gets you so distracted…no wonder she got away from you while you were chasing her. You were so pre-occupied with her on your mind!"

…Wait, WHAT!

'What do you mean she's still here? Where the hell is she?'

"Don't you DARE swear in front of me, young man! It's bad enough listening to you swear in your own thoughts!"

'You weren't supposed to hear that…'

"But I DID, didn't I, Jason?"

'Yes…'

"And THAT'S why you should keep your thoughts clean, too!"

'Mother, PLEASE tell me where she is! PLEASE!'

"Mmn…I don't know, Dear…you seem pretty distracted whenever she's around…are you sure you won't let her slip out of your hands again?"

'I'll chain her to the bed if I have to…'

"…Jason, Honey, please promise me if you ever do that to be gentle…she's so-"

'Fragile, delicate, innocent…I know…she's…'

"…An angel?"

'…MY angel…'

Jason heard a faint giggle come the right side of his home. A place that he never really went near at all. He slowly made his way past his home and came across something that wiped away every single negative emotion clear out of his mind.

There she was, his little Destiny, sitting in a field of flowers giggling and smiling to herself as if she was on top of the world.

'It should be a crime for her to wear white…she just looks too damn innocent…

…Sorry, Mother.'

The only thing that Destiny was wearing was a white T-shirt with gentle swirls of color and her pair of jeans. Her hair was literally shining with soft sparkles as the sunlight reflected off of it. Her eyes were gleaming with pure happiness as she stared down at the flowers around her. She was stroking the petals of one beautiful flower in particular that she must have taken a liking to, but compared to her, Jason just saw a weed. The only thing he could see was Destiny. He took in all of her, every single thing about her that he found amazing. Which was everything. He watched as she brushed her hair back with her little hands, and he longed to be holding them in his own, craving the silkiness of her untouched skin against his rough, calloused fingers. His eyes followed the delicate structure what was her body, the subtle curves and shapes. A wave of a new emotion altogether was hitting him as he took in her body somewhat greedily. This elected a warning noise from his mother, but he couldn't help it. Whatever it was, it just made him want to look at her more.

He didn't know exactly why, or how, but he wanted her. Very badly. He wanted to feel her skin. He wanted to take her away where the world couldn't raise their ugly heads at her, where only HE could look at her, touch her…

Jason's thoughts were shaken when he noticed Destiny letting out a small yawn deep in her throat, causing her to let go of the flower and cover her mouth with her hands and close her eyes. Perfect.

By the time Destiny had opened her eyes again, Jason was squatting right in front of her, looking her right in the eyes.

Destiny let out a scream, all of her thoughts and doubts shrouding her at full force, and tipped back into her hands, tensing and trembling in fear. Jason took a lot of time just looking at her as she tried to explain herself. It all seemed to fall on deaf ears, however, since started to write something down half-way through her gushing. By the time she was almost reduced to tears, Jason was finished with what he was written. When he showed it to her, it was all she needed to shut up, go one of the brightest shades of scarlet Jason had ever seen, and stare dumbfounded at the paper in front of her.

"Don't you EVER scare me like that again…you little angel."

END CHAPTAH!

I have literally been up since one writing this. I seriously slacked off with this one, but I LOVED writing it. Especially the end. All of this was mostly spur of the moment, so I really didn't know where I was going to go with this, but I'm certainly glad with where it ended!

So…Jason admitted it. He loves Destiny. Now that we know that, how will Destiny respond? She only LIKES him, right? How will she react to him LOVING her, huh? Oooh, intensiteh!

Anyway, I would love reviews on this, much like all the other chapters! I've begun to realize that my AN's have been getting shorter and shorter. I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing…

Oh, and I should mention that I'll only re-write the story when it's complete. I won't completely take down the story after that, though. I'll just repair a new chapter each week. So…even if the story is done…check for repairs, haha!

-NikoRu Rene