Destiny took a deep breath, her heart pounding, and opened the door that lead to the lobby. The receptionist was still there, watching her, his worried look still plastered on his face.

"Miss, are you honestly okay? I could hear tossing and turning upstairs." Destiny gave him a curt nod before making her way toward the door.

"H-hey, wait!" the receptionist called out. "Come back here!" Destiny paid him no mind as she walked briskly toward her car, pulling herself in and strapping on her seatbelt. She stared at the steering wheel and slowly pressed her hands against it, her fingertips together. Normally she wouldn't have been that rude, but hey, she was going to die within the hour. She could do whatever she wanted.

"God, if I don't make it out of this, at least tell somebody that I died telling the truth. I don't care who…it could be Ashton Kutcher before you tell him I hate him for me." Destiny let out a weak chuckle as she turned on the ignition. The clock read that it was midnight. She slept a lot later then she thought. Destiny slowly drove out of the parking lot of the hotel and made her way into the road, back toward Camp Crystal Lake. Toward her death.

Destiny turned on the radio while her nerves caused her to jerk the car into the yellow double lines. She cursed herself and changed the stations quickly, trying to hear a song she knew.

"…the parents of the killed teens are speaking out to anyone who knows about the whereabouts of their bodies, or any information regarding the person behind the killing. To say again, in case you're just joining us, the parents of the Brianna Smart, Eli Smaulding, Derek Louis, Destiny Marshala and Lucy Archembault are still refusing to speak out on their children's deaths." Destiny almost turned into the other lane again and turned up the volume. "They have refused interviews and avoid the news stations as much as possible. This behavior has caused them to be prime suspects in their children's murders. Whether the killings are connection, remains to be discovered, but it is only known that all five children were pronounced missing and dead by their parents on the same day. The recent killings of Deborah Hardy, Riley Kunis, Roy Robertson, Haley Zickerman, Maria Williams, Gregory Mitchel, Larry Thomas, Mila and Dominique Smith, Flora Richards and Ashley Brown all caused a major stir in the community, along with the parents of the victims. They are asking anyone who might possibly know anything about these killings to contact the police immediately."

Destiny swallowed hard, blinking away the confusing tears that threatened to blur her already burning vision. So her parents didn't even CARE that she was gone? They didn't even TRY to find out where she was, what happened to her? Did they care about her at ALL? Perhaps, this whole time, her entire existence was just a distraction to them, something that they longed to get rid of all along. Destiny always had the feeling that her parents cared more about their work then they did to her, but she didn't want to believe it. What kind of parents cared more about making money and being successful then their own flesh and blood? A creature that they worked together to create, birth, and develop into the human being that she is today? Why would they even CONCIEVE a child if they knew what they would do to it? Give it everything it ever needed through toys, games, and whatever else they craved and just leave them to their possessions, but never give it what it REALLY needs? Love? Compassion? Commitment? Perhaps…was she just a mistake? A mistake that they were stuck with and didn't know what to do with? A mistake that they tried to push away but could never let go of? A mistake that they needed to get rid of in order to live the lives they had prior?

Destiny pulled over to the side of the road and let the tears fall down her face, unable to hold them back any longer. No, no…that couldn't be true. It just couldn't. why would her parents be that heartless? It just couldn't be happening. This was all in her head. She was just shaken up because of the possibility that she was going to die in a few minutes. Camp Crystal Lake wasn't that far away anymore. Her parents were already very secretive anyway. They're probably developing a whole group of private investigators to find her…

Destiny wiped her face on her arm, the countless crying from today taking it's toil on her delicate skin. She turned down the volume of the radio, giving up on it's potential to give her any comfort from her fate, and pulled back onto the road, driving carefully and fearfully toward her destination.

She had no idea a worn-out, green pickup was trailing just behind her, a man curiously licking his lips as he followed her.

The tears were all gone now. He couldn't shed any more of them, as much as he tried to. Even if the cause of crying for the first time in centuries was the worst ordeal he had ever gone through, he honestly missed it. Crying…the last time he cried was in his mother's arms…after someone had bullied him.

But now, there was no one to hold him.

Jason sighed shakily, roughly, and pulled his mask back on, strapping it in place to make sure his slightly reddened skin wasn't showing. Even if he hadn't a reason to hide anymore, he still did. Jason blinked and clasped his eye shut, secretly praying for his mother to say something to him. He wasn't used to being alone anymore. He was used to his little Destiny trailing behind him like his shadow, giving him those shy smiles and giggles when she was happy. God, she hadn't been gone a day and he already missed her. How could he be so idiotic...

Little Destiny was already Jason's, and he had to go and throw it away, simply for not trusting her enough. He had to let his rage and mixed emotions – emotions that he was still trying to decipher – get the better of him. He KNEW Destiny wasn't a slut or a whore. He couldn't believe that he called her that. A whore…she was the farthest thing from it. She was pure, untainted…anything but a whore. And yet he called her that anyway…why? Why did he sink that low to call her something he knew she wasn't? He started to think of a few moments in the past that had to do with what he had done. Sometimes, the men who went to his camp abused the girls by calling them those horrible names and beating them, trying to pierce their emotional and physical prides at once. All the girls would do is cry, scream and beg as the men beat them mercilessly, sneering and snarling at them like animals. Could it be that Jason was turning into one of those men? A man that would be so desperate for a girl to stay with him that he would go so low as to call her a whore and almost beat her to the point where she couldn't move anymore?

Jason wanted to cry, but his eye was burning from the utter pain of it. He hadn't cried in so long. He forgot how much it hurt after crying. His head pulsed with aching waves and he felt the strong need to lie down and rest. He hated the feeling. He hated it so much. How could he ever feel this weak? How could he let himself get this weak? He didn't like the feeling at all. He was hurting and alone. All he wanted right now was…

'…M-mother…'

…

'…M-mother?'

…

'M-mother!'

…

'M-mother, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!'

…

'I-I didn't mean to hurt her, Mother! I didn't mean to cause her pain! I-I just want her back, Mother! I want her back on our land, where she's safe! I-I NEED her, Mother! I need her in my arms so I can protect her! I don't want her to turn bad! I want her to stay the same girl she is now! Please, Mother! Get her back! I love her, Mother! I promise to protect her no matter what! Please, Mother, please!'

"…Jason…you're…such a special, special boy…"

'M-mother…?'

"Shh…it's alright, my son…I know you didn't mean those things you said, those things you did. Your emotions got the better of you, like they do to most people in this cruel world. You did things you didn't mean to do, but you need to make up for them now. You need to gain Destiny's trust again. Who knows how much of it is diminished now…" Jason's eye lit up with hope.

'M-mother…y-you mean you found her? You can bring her back to me?'

"I don't need to bring her back, Jason. She's here now…look out the window."

Jason jerked to the window, breathing heavily and his heart pounding. Could it be? Could she have really come back?

A car was pulled up to the parking area. A small girl stepped out. She was shaking. She was wearing a white button-up. She was wearing shorts. And they looked beautiful.

'Destiny…'

"…YOUR Destiny…"

She stepped out of the car, keeping close to it fearfully. God, she hated the dark…and who knows where Jason could be at this moment? For all she knew, he could be right behind her, machete in hand, ready to strike, ready to spill her blood over the already-tainted campgrounds and drag her lifeless body its final resting place. The thought made Destiny sick instantly, but the fought back the vomit starting to slosh in her stomach. Before she died…she HAD to tell him…

"…J-J," Destiny whispered, holding onto the car handle committedly, looking around the empty, blackness that surrounded her. She swallowed hard over the lump in her throat and tried again. "J-Ja…?"

All she wanted to do now was sleep.

"J-Ja…Jas…?"

Her head was aching, her eyes were burning. All she wanted to do was sleep.

"J-Jas…Jaso…n…?" She swallowed harder, feeling last-minutes tears escaping her eyes.

She wanted to sleep…but only in his arms. Those strong arms. She knew those were the only pair of arms in this world that could protect her. Protect her from the awful world she knew.

"…J-jason…?"

And even if they were about to be locked around her throat.

"J-Jason?"

Holding her down while the other clasped his trusted weapon, a weapon that would mark her fate in the dirt and rocks beneath her.

"J-Jason!"

She would tell him.

"Jason!"

She would tell him she loved him.

"Jason Voorhees!"

She would tell Jason Voorhees that she was in love with him.

"JASON VOORHEES!"

A sudden pair of hands – strong hands – grasped Destiny from around the waist, spinning her body around. She screamed in shock and moved willingly in the direction she was being swerved, unable to stop. She knew who it was.

And she knew what he wanted.

"J-Jason, I-I," Destiny stuttered as the man breathed hard in front of her, staring down at her from his towering height. She couldn't decipher his face through the dark, but she knew what was there. Anger. Blatant anger. He'll kill her.

"I-I…y-you…I-I, J-jas…" Destiny's body was betraying her. Her shyness was taking over. She couldn't do it. She just couldn't do it. Her body was trembling. Her face was reddening. Her heart was pounding. Her eyes were swimming. She was scared. She was alone. She was confused. She was…

…Shocked when Jason had knelt to the ground, grasped her by the waist again, and pulled her to collide against his rock-hard chest.

He was breathing unevenly, holding her in place with his hand on her hip and the other cupping her shoulder, his hard mask pressed against her hair. He was shaking.

Destiny was stuck in more ways than one. She was stuck physically, but mentally on her own. She couldn't understand…he WASN'T going to kill her?

Destiny let stumbling gibberish erupt rom her mouth, already muffled from being pressed against Jason's chest, her entire body tensing. He WASN'T going to kill her…

Jason let out a rough shushing noise, sounding more like a hissing animal, and tried to pull her closer, causing Destiny to gasp again. He wasn't mad at her either.

Destiny couldn't believe it.

She simply couldn't believe it.

He forgave her.

He forgave her for being a whore.

He forgave her for running away.

He forgave her for disobeying him.

Destiny felt sobs racking her body as she struggled to bury her face in his chest harder.

She wasn't a bad girl anymore.

END CHAPTAH!

WHOO! I LOVED this one! SO EMOTIONAL! *Blows nose into virtual hanky*

I'm really sorry this is a day late, but I really worked on this one…I had to make this one count too, you know? I really hope I did a good job. It's pretty emotional in my opinion…but I want YOU guyses opinions, so let me know what you think!

-NikoRu Rene