Jason's eye quickly landed on the whiskey bottle one of the bad girls was holding as she stared up at him, mouth agape and eyes wide with her fate written out in front of her. He glanced about quickly before making his move; there were four boys and five girls in the room. Most of them were asleep. Those were always the easiest kills. So Jason decided to attack the ones awake first. They would make the most noise and possibly wake the others up, which just meant more work for him.
The machete stuck right through the bad girls' neck like butter, her head flying from the force of it and landing straight on top of one of the bad boys on the bed. Before he had any time to register what was happening, he was stabbed through the chest, his blood spattering over the other bad teenagers in the cabin. This caused a stir in most of the bad teens but nothing more. They were all too hammered to understand what was going on around them. Jason wanted to take the killings slow, steady, enjoy them more because they were just so easy. Usually he would just kill and be on his way, but he hadn't seen blood on so long…he had to make these ones count.
"You've been thinking that a lot, haven't you, Dear? You always want to make kills count all of a sudden…why is that, do you think?"
Jason ignored his mother's inquiry to stab away at the other bad girl in the bed. He stabbed her through her chest once, just enough to miss her heart, but enough for her to be incapable of making any noise, and proceeded to stab at random parts of her body, the wounds pooling with blood and soaking her skin. After the eighth stab to the collarbone, successfully snapping it in two, he left her to die, slowly.
Jason turned to the other bad teens on the floor and watched them sleep. They had no clue what was coming to them. It was almost sad to realize. He had just killed three of their friends and they were none the wiser. Is this was true friendship was all about? Getting drunk at a place you don't belong and let your friends die while you don't have the ability to stand? If that's what friendship was to these idiotic teenagers, they didn't deserve to live.
Jason let his crooked mouth turn up at the corners as far as they could in a demonic smile. He stalked over, slowly, to one of the two girls on the floor. She was wearing leggings that were cut off to the crotch and expressed every detail of her upper thighs and ass as she whimpered and turned over to her side, the low V-neck of her shirt expressing her large cleavage. Jason growled deeply in his throat and bent low in front of her, slowly lowering his machete to the bottom of her chin. He tapped the slick metal against her soft skin twice, enough to nick the skin just slightly and for her to notice and wake up. She shifted slightly and opened her black eyes, her pupils so dilated Jason couldn't tell what her eye color was. She let out a soft yawn, stretching her arms over her head, and flexed her bare toes before looking at Jason, almost causing the machete, which was still pressed against her chin, to stab her.
"Wh-whadaellaru, mister?"
Jason's arm jerked forward, the machete effectively going straight through her open jaw and brain, killing her instantly. Jason ripped the machete out roughly, blood pouring from her mouth, nose, ears and the giant wound from her neck.
Jason cracked his knuckles while he noticed the position the last three were in. The bad girl had her arms around two of the boys, buried in between them, and the other boy's face was pressed against her chest, his arms locked around her waist. Jason snorted angrily at the scene. This girl must have been the exact definition of a slut, while the boys were the exact definition of desperate.
Jason simply jammed the machete through the boy's skull and into the girl's chest, killing them both quickly. He watched the two boys, their arms around the girl's waist as well. Jason tilted his head and grinned to the point where it hurt.
Jason walked behind them, trying to make himself as scarce as a six-foot-eight-inch-tall-hockey-masked-serial-killer could be, and, with a slow hand, grabbed the girl's head and slammed it to the wood in one single motion, causing the skull to let out a sickening crack. Both of the boys woke up with a start at the noise, screaming and looking at each other in shock. When they noticed the bloodied wood and mutilated bodies around them, they frantically got to their feet, but Jason made sure they didn't get too far. He quickly grasped each head in his giant hands and lifted them up. They boys roared in pain and pedaled the air with their feet, digging their nails into Jason's hands to get him to let go. Jason rolled his eyes, almost embarrassed at their pathetic attempts to get free, and slammed both of their heads together, hearing the same sickening crack twice more.
Jason dropped the bodies carelessly to the floor and looked at his surroundings with a satisfied smile. Such a beautiful sight to see…
…Until the very little blood that coursed through his undead body ran cold in realization.
He had killed four girls and four boys in the cabin, five boys counting the policeman, but had already taken care of him.
There were five girls.
One of them got away.
Jason's head snapped to the door, which was slightly ajar. He heard the sudden thump of a body fall to the ground. There's his chance.
Jason slowly stepped out of the house, glaring the trees down dangerously. They wouldn't hide this girl from him anymore. He would soon find her and make her pay for trying to get away from her fate. He weaved side to side, dodging trees and bear traps as his eye locked on every moving object it could see. Once he got deeper into the woods, he could hear soft whimpering and sobbing. He was getting close. But he was also getting close to his home. Could this bad girl be trying to get into his house? She would see Destiny…
Jason growled dangerously at the thought and increased his steps, trying to figure out where the girl was hiding. He suddenly spotted a small, fragile-looking figure curled up in a ball near the house. Jason's eye glinted, feeling his bloodlust fuel his muscles as he stalked up to her, glaring down at her menacingly. The girl's tiny hands were covering her face, her hair mussed and slightly damp. Her legs were exposed, the pale skin giving off a glare from the hot sun, yet the rest of her body, her arms and face, were a somewhat darker shade. How could this be?
Jason slowly pulled out the machete, the blood now dried on the blade, and lifted it high above his head. The girl was shaking and trembling, her whole body giving off spasms and jerks. She had no idea that he was right there in front of her. He loved using the element of surprise, even though he was right in front of her.
Jason crouched low, making sure he would be able to reach her from his staggering height, and brought the blade down to meet the bad girl's shoulder, the image of the limb chopping clean off and blood flowing and staining her white button-up shirt filling his mind with more bloodlust and impatience.
The girl's head snapped to him suddenly, staring him clean in the face. Her soft, brown eyes were wide with fear, and she let out a scream.
Jason's blade came to an abrupt stop, barely grazing over her shirt. His eye had widened, staring down at the girl with an incredulous expression.
It was Destiny. His little Destiny.
Jason threw his machete in a random direction, lifted her up with one arm, making sure he was being rough, and carried her into the house. He stomped up the stairs, causing them to match the screaming and sobbing from Destiny, and threw her onto the bed. Destiny fell in a heap, but quickly scrambled to get off, only to get shoved back down by Jason, who growled menacingly before pulling out his notepad and scribbling. He could hear Destiny's highly-pitched, little voice apologizing and stuttering in squeaks and squeals, but Jason could give a fuck less at this point. He jammed the notepad in her face, the words scribbled hard and jagged.
"WHY WERE YOU OUT THERE! WHY WERE YOU WTH THOSE BAD BOYS AND GIRLS? I COULD HAVE JUST KILLED YOU! YOU DISOBEYED ME DESTINY! WHY WOULD YOU DISOBEY ME?"
Destiny shook harder and stuttered even more profusely, trying to explain herself, but it all fell on deaf ears. Jason had yanked the notepad away and threw a chair against the wall, sending it shattering into large splinters of rotting wood. Destiny screamed and curled into a ball again, her shirt soaked from tears.
"J-J-JASON S-STOP I-IT, P-PLEASE!" She pleaded, burying her face in her hands. Jason turned to glare at her dangerously, daring her to say what she did one more time. Why in the living HELL was she out there, and with BAD KIDS at that? She PROMISED she would stay in the house at ALL times when there were bad people lurking around! This made her a bad, bad, BAD girl, no matter what his mother told him.
He was about to grab her, but he stopped suddenly to watch her. Her frame was lurching and her hands were covering her face, but all he could see now were her legs. How could he have not noticed the difference in her skin tone before? Her legs were so much more pale then the rest of her body. This only proved that it was Destiny. She said herself that she hardly wore shorts like that, so her legs wouldn't be nearly as tan as her arms and face. Jason watched the soft skin tremble and shake, her little toes curled against each other pitifully. Jason felt the new feeling from earlier today pulse through his body. Destiny had pulled her hands from her face in order to look up at him, her eyes slightly hopeful, yet fear was still burning in them. He shuddered and threw Destiny a hungry look, not able to help himself. She may have been a bad girl, but God…she was just so beautiful. Destiny gasped and her face flushed more deeply, her body tensing. Jason growled deeply before writing again, a realization coming to mind.
"IF YOU DIDN'T DRESS LIKE A BAD GIRL LIKE A WHORE I WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO SPOT YOU" Jason stuck the notepad in her face, and Destiny read it a good five times before letting the tears fill her eyes again.
"H-HOW CAN Y-YOU S-S-SAY THAT T-TO ME!" Jason could hear anger in her voice, which caught him off guard. He had seen little Destiny upset before, counting what happened earlier that day, but he never expected her to stand her ground in the position she was in. "Y-YOU SAID Y-YOURSELF THAT I-I DIDN'T L-LOOK SLUTTY! H-HOW DARE Y-YOU SAY THAT I-I LOOK SLUTTY NOW! H-HOW DARE YOU!" Destiny suddenly got to her feet, wiping her face furiously and glaring up at him defiantly. "You may have hurt me physically in the past, Jason, but this is the last straw! How DARE you call me a whore when we both know very damn well I'm NOT! We promised that if you hurt me, I could leave. Well, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm LEAVING."
'…OH HELL NO!'
Jason gripped Destiny's shoulders so hard, he was sure they would have broken. Destiny screamed in shock as he pushed her against the bed and held her down by her neck, one large hand clasped completely around it like a brace. Pure, blatant fury edged his movements as he struggled to write something down on the notepad. He made sure not to hold her too tightly, so as not to choke her, but he held her down enough so she couldn't get away. He showed her the notepad again.
"YOU ARE NEVER LEAVING MY LAND EVER AGAIN YOU HEAR ME! I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE STUPID PROMISE YOU ARE MINE DESTINY YOU ARE MY GIRL ONLY I CAN SEE YOU DRESS LIKE A SLUT AND ONLY I CAN TOUCH YOU! NO ONE IS EVER ALLOWED TO SEE YOU AGAIN EXCEPT ME!"
What happened next resulted in Destiny scrambling out of the bed, running down the stairs and bursting out the door while Jason clasped his hands over his head and groaned deeply at the utter pain that coursed through his ears and caused his rotting brain to shake.
"LET HER GO NOW, JASON VOORHEES! YOU LET THAT GOOD GIRL GO RIGHT NOW!" Jason's head swung from side to side, shaking as he fell to his knees at the sheer pitch of his mother's voice. "HOW COULD YOU EVER THINK THAT LITTLE GIRL WAS EVER TURNING HER BACK AGAINST YOU! IF YOU HAD SEEN WHAT SHE HAD BEEN THROUGH YOU, YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND! A POLICEMAN ALMOST ARRESTED HER FOR DOING SOMETHING SHE HADN'T DONE AND ONE OF THE BAD GIRLS SAVED HER! THE BAD GIRL TOOK HER TO THAT CABIN TO MAKE SURE SHE WAS OKAY! THAT'S WHY SHE WAS IN THAT CABIN WITH ALL THE BAD TEENAGERS! SHE WAS EXPECTING YOU TO COME SAVE HER, LIKE YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD TAKE CARE OF HER, AND YET YOU LET HER ALMOST GET ARRESTED! YOU ALMOST KILLED HER JASON! YOU ALMOST KILLED YOUR LITTLE GIRL!" Jason smacked his head repeatedly against the floors, the walls, the furniture, throwing things, breaking the wood into thousands of pieces, his head throbbing and pulsing with his mother's rage. "SHE IS NOT A SLUT, JASON! YOU SAID YOURSELF THAT SHE LOOKED BEAUTIFUL! WHY WOULD YOU EVER WANT TO GIVE HER MIXED SIGNALS LIKE THAT! WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO CONFUSE HER AND PLAY WITH HER MIND LIKE A TOY! WHO GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO TELL HER THAT SHE CAN'T LEAVE OUR LAND? HOW WOULD SHE BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT THE THINGS SHE NEEDS? HOW DARE YOU BLOCK HER OFF FROM HER ONLY CHANCE OF SURVIVAL, JASON! HOW DARE YOU!"
The sudden silence that followed made Jason's head ache more as he leaned against the wall, staring at the debris that was Destiny's room. All of the furniture, except the bed, was completely destroyed, broken into pieces all over the floor. One single step and twenty splinters would sink into your skin. The sudden sound of a car revving up made Jason flinch and dash to the broken window. He watched in horror as the car sped off out of the driveway and into the streets.
She's gone.
Destiny was gone.
"Jason…" Pamela's voice was softer now. "How could you…how could you do this…"
'MOTHER, HOW COULD YOU TAKE HER SIDE? SHE WAS WITH BAD PEOPLE!'
"Did you listen to a WORD I said, Jason! A policeman almost arrested her! That bad girl saved her! I saw it myself, Jason! Don't you DARE think that I would lie to you!"
'She could have left at any time!'
"She was expecting YOU to come along, Jason! She was expecting YOU to come and save her, just like you said you would. YOU said you would protect her!"
'I DID protect her! I killed all those bad boys and girls!'
"And then you almost killed HER, Jason! Think about that. How would you feel now if you had killed Destiny!"
'If she wasn't dressed like a-'
"SHE WAS NOT DRESSED LIKE A WHORE, JASON! YOU THOUGHT YOURSELF THAT SHE DIDN'T LOOK LIKE A SLUT! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO BE HYPOCRITICAL NOW! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NO ONE ELSE CAN TAKE THE BLAME!"
A single, nearly dried-up tear duct slowly sprang back to life as Jason's eye became blurred.
'…Wh-what do I do, Mother? Wh-what do I do, now?'
"Jason, there is nothing you can do now. She's gone now. You broke your promise to her. She might not ever come back."
Jason felt the inside of his mask grow wet. He slowly pulled it off and brushed his hand against it.
Tears.
Jason was crying.
Jason Voorhees, a heartless killer, was crying.
His Destiny was gone.
END CHAPTAH!
*Blows nose into hanky* O-oh, my GOD! This is SO intense, even I couldn't take it! How could Jason do such a thing? God, what an idiot!
It's funny because I was listening to a really intense song this whole time, What Have You Done by Within Temptation featuring Keith Caputo. It's even better because the song kinda fits this situation, haha. Gah, I'm so lame.
There is SOI much yelling in this thing, from Pamela, Jason AND Destiny. Goodness gracious…they all must have strep throat now or something…
Jason: *Taps my shoulder and points to almost destroyed notepad, grinning behind mask*
…Okay, fine YOU won't get strep but don't expect me to get you another notepad.
Jason: :(
I hope you're all satisfied with the length of this one! Took me a good few hours to do, so I worked pretty hard on it! Please let me know what you think!
My AN's are getting short and shorter, haha…
-NikoRu Rene