She let the words flit through her ears with a voice she had taken to assume would be Jason's if he ever found the ability to talk to her. The words floated endlessly through her heartstrings, strumming them like a harp and igniting the beat of her nerves to throb and jerk. She developed the feelings that someone with third-degree burns would experience; very hot and extremely scared. She knew her eyes were glazing; she could see a thin film of sheen over her sight. She didn't just really see what Jason had written, right? Was this just another one of her many dreams she had been having? No…this felt much more realistic than it ever had before. She could feel a force she could never understand brushing her hair back and forth on her face, teasing her. She had never been teased by it before, so it had to be real…

Destiny looked up at Jason stupidly after a minute or so of reading his childlike handwriting scratched over the paper. Destiny had come to the realization that, through many pieces of paper, that Jason seemed to make an effort whether or not he could truly show his feelings on a piece of paper other than writing what has been written. When he was upset, he seemed to aim toward digging the pen so intensely into the pad that she could see past phrases on new pages. Other times, like this one, she almost had to lean forward to decipher what was written. If Destiny noticed he was writing at these points, she would have said that the pen hardly touched the paper. Or, at least that's what it looked like. But the words were always there, like they were right now, staring her in the face. It only meant one thing to her.

He was being serious.

It took her a second or two to realize that Jason was now sitting down in front of her, cross-legged Indian style, like how she was used to sitting when she was in grade school. Destiny would have smiled at his childish characteristics within his serial killer physique, but her throat had contracted due to her heart blocking its way. The pulsing in her throat forced her to swallow, but it only seemed to splash back into her stomach, (even though it didn't exactly belong there either), when Jason showed her his notepad once again.

"Did I scare you with what I just wrote, Destiny?" His eye looked soft, almost expecting the answer already. Destiny knew that he knew she was scared of everything, and her hands suddenly shooting up to meet with the tips of her hair ensured this. Yes, it was true. She was scared. But it was only because he was sending such mixed signals. At one point, Destiny had the feeling that he would kill her when he managed to find her again. Well, it was more than a feeling. It was more of an extreme certainty. Destiny hoped and prayed at that moment that she would never see such rage in his features ever again – well, at least toward her. Destiny had truly feared for her life, that she wasn't as special to him as she thought she was. At first, the realization of that hit her hard, but the utter fear of getting slaughtered across this unknown landscape and dishonoring its foliage and utter beauty with her splinters of bone and cold blood overpowered her conscious. And now…now he's calling her an angel? To her, this was an officially statement that was saying, "You may have just done something I would kill anyone else for doing, but you're too special to me. You're above everyone else to me now. You can never do anything wrong in my eyes." Destiny had found this frustrating. Why couldn't this man make up his mind? First he wants to kill her, then he treats her like his own…was she special to him, truly, or not? Destiny looked down, away from his gaze, and took in a gap-filled breath, her voice shuddering slightly.

"N-no…i-it didn't sc-scare me at all…" There was a pause, and she could hear scribbling before she looked up again.

"Your stuttering says otherwise. If it really bothered you, I won't do it again. I'm sorry." Destiny couldn't stop herself.

"N-no! I-It really didn't bother me! H-honest!" Jason watched her, stunned that she had managed to lean forward on her knees and hold onto his lower arm that was somewhat dangling against his legs while his elbow was resting on his knee. Destiny knew that her frame was shaking, but at this point she didn't care. She didn't want Jason to think that she didn't like what he said. Because she loved it.

And she honestly wanted to hear more of it.

"…I-I…" When it slowly hit her that she had made a movie to touch him, she quickly pulled back and withdrew into herself again. Even his lower arm was indented with muscle…she could only imagine what he looked like without his gruff jacket…Destiny felt Jason low chuckle beat her eardrums into submission as she looked up at him shyly. Through his eye, she could see that he was smiling, but this only made her want to blush more and run back into the house to hide under her mess of blankets. She had dreamed every night that he would show her his face in some way that was so romantic that Jason was literally in a suit and tie. She woke up laughing every time.

Jason reached over and gave her a gentle pat on the head before writing again.

"Do you like this place, Destiny?" Destiny blinked at him and glanced around at the beautiful scenery. Did he really have to ask such a thing?

"Y-yeah…I-I really like it, actually…i-it's so pretty…" She reached over and swept her fingertips over a flower petal lazily. "I-I've never seen a place like this before…"

"I wish I had shown this place sooner. You never told me you liked flowers."

"W-well, I'm not crazy over them…th-they just look pretty…" Destiny trailed off softly as her mind drifted into the light blues and purples of one flower in particular. Jason had to shake his pad with slightly more vigor to get her attention back.

"I've never seen you look so happy. I'm glad you like it here. You know, if you ever want to come over her again, let me know. We can stay as long as you like, if it will make you happy." Destiny's back straightened up to the point it was straining and she felt a smile stretch across her lips.

"R-really? Y-you don't mind?" she couldn't stop the eagerness in her voice from growing. Jason shook his head and she could tell that he was smiling again. A sudden burst of energy ran up Destiny's slightly aching spine and she clapped her hands together in excitement, slightly bouncing in her seat and letting out a squeal.

"YAY! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!" Destiny reached over, letting her body take control of her mind, and shook Jason's lower arm vigorously, giggling like an insane little girl. She had to be brutally honest here; she LOVED this little place! She never felt so relaxed since she got there when she was sitting and just taking in the beauty of the soft, delicate flowers around her. She never wanted to leave this place, regardless if Jason wanted her or not. Hell, she would risk getting killed to stay sitting there! It was just so peaceful! So out of context from the rest of this campsite's bloody history. It was as if this was the only innocent spot on the whole campsite that has yet to be polluted with someone's precious blood. She liked that. She liked that a LOT.

Jason's body shook from laughing, but Destiny was too busy giggling like crazy to care, but when he switched from holding his notepad with his other hand to placing it on the two little hands that were shaking his arm, she had to stop, only because she had lost the ability to breathe normally. Her mind slowly melted back to normal as a red flushed her cheeks and her body stiffened. But Jason seemed to take no mind to this. Instead he simply held his gaze to her eyes and kept his heavy hand over both of hers. Destiny had to marvel, yet again, at exactly how large his hands were. They were big enough to cover both of her own when they were right next to one another.

'He really can't be only six feet and five inches…he must be taller…six seven? Six…eight?'

"J-Jason, how tall are you?" She blurted the words out before her tongue could decently wrap around them. It came out more like a "J-Jasoowtallru?" Jason slowly tilted his head to the side, giving her a look that suggested that she was losing her mind, and Destiny quickly snapped away from him, getting to her feet and backing away, her face now a deep red.

"Destiny, I thought you asked me that already. I told you that I don't know, remember?" Jason wrote out and showed the notepad to her, all the while Destiny was slapping herself across the face for asking him again.

"I-I-I…r-right, I-I'm sorry, f-forgive me," her stutters sent her gaze to her flip flops and the edges of her jeans. She started to realize exactly how hot she was. In fact, it was really, really hot…why did she have to bring dark jeans instead of her light ones? And why was she wearing them now? It felt like it was at least ninety degrees and possibly increasing. Was she going mad? Possibly, because she suddenly found herself on the ground and her head felt like she was taking a trip on a carousel on steroids and speed.

Her skin felt slippery as she gazed up at the beating sun above her. She was shaking, but she felt by no means cold. She felt like she was literally baking her insides. She found it hard to speak, but she didn't have to. All she was going to do was ask for help, but Jason was one step ahead as he scooped her up and raced into his home.

When Destiny fell in heap on the ground as if she was shot in the back of the head, the first thing that went through Jason's head was that she had suddenly dropped dead. That's what he always thought when someone fell, because he had seen so many victims do so. Even when someone tripped, he knew it was the end for them. This situation was no different. Destiny had fallen, so…was she dead?

The thought of the jerked Jason to his feet and he raced to her quickly, lifting her up and carrying her to his home. Her entire body was warm, but it didn't feel normal. It felt as if she was on fire from the inside. Jason swallowed hard as he slowly lowered her on the couch, peering at her worriedly. She was gazing up at him, her eyes looking weak, blank. It looked like the life was being sucked out of her. Okay, that was just fine if it was some idiotic, slutty girl who was banging some dude, but NOT Destiny. Definitely not Destiny.

Jason flailed desperately, having no clue what to do. If she was hot, maybe she needed to cool down. But what could possibly cool her down enough for her to turn back to normal?

…The lake?

'…Yes, the lake!'

Jason quickly lifted her up again and carried her outside, back into the extreme humidity, causing her to wince and squirm. Jason have her a hard rock to try and calm her down as he made his way toward the lake. He walked to the dock, as quickly as possible, and got down on his knees. He hadn't been near the dock in quite a long time. Not since he was a kid, sooner then that, but he still couldn't exactly place a date. Then again…he didn't even know what day it was today.

"J-Ja…" Jason quickly looked down at Destiny's form. She was looking up at him, questionably, but still weakly, which caused Jason to flinch in fear.

'Don't slack off at a time like this, Jason!'

Jason slowly, carefully, situated Destiny so that he was holding her up by her waist. Destiny made no moves to stop him, even worse; she felt more like a limp doll in his hands. Jason slowly guided her body off the dock, so she was being held mid-air above the water. He slowly lowered her in, letting her feet graze the cold water slowly. He heard Destiny let out a hard gasp from the freezing water, but Jason knew it would be for her own good. He slowly, very slowly, lowered her into the water, letting the coldness seep into her clothes so it would soak her skin. Destiny began to shiver when her hips were in the water, and Jason's hands slowly traveled upward to hold her by the hands. By this time, she was fully in the water. Jason slowly let one hand go, and then the other, and watched as she wriggled in the water, gasping and flailing.

Then it hit him. Did she know how to swim?

END CHAPTAH!

Guys, I really want to apologize for not writing a chapter last week and then not posting this up yesterday. I was planning on working on it last night, but my sister and nephew came over for a surprise visit which ended up keeping me up at two in the morning watching my big brother and his two friends play the Nintendo 64. Long story short, it was one of the funnest nights of my life. And, according to Microsoft Word, 'funnest' isn't a word…well, screw you MW! *Shakes fist at computer screen*

So, Happy Friday the 13th everyone! I hope everyone had a good one! I know Jason did! *Looks over shoulder to see Jason standing over heap of bodies, grinning under mask maniacally* He was PMS-ing all week until it came along. That was a sigh to see. *Gestures to heap of crudely-carved wooden statues and several hundred stumps of trees* Ooh, I can't wait until the next one!

Hey, just a quick question to you guys: were there ANY F13 movies on TV on Friday? Because I looked at ALL my stations and didn't find ONE. Instead, I had to watch Silence of the Lambs…which I backed out on about three quarters in because I was getting confused and weirded out. (Apparently 'weirded' isn't a word either… *Chucks fish at computer screen*) But seriously, come ON! It's FRIDAY THE 13TH! There HAS to be at least ONE movie for that event, right! Come on, TV companies, come ON… *Sigh* Instead, to make up for it, I watched FVJ with commentary with Ronny Yu, Robert Englund and Ken Kirzinger and I loved it! It was so funny and silly…I'll probably have to watch it again…yeah, I'll totally have to do that…

So, yeah, I've obviously taken down the Author's Note of Awfulness because it doesn't need to be up there no mare, so this is officially the 21st chapter! Yay! I'm so glad you guys understood about me being sick. I'm sure all you writers have gone through it too, so…thank you! Please review, guys! I really hope you liked it!

-NikoRu Rene