The four boys, each about twenty or twenty-two years of age, circled around Destiny, smirking and chuckling at the sight of the girl curled up on the floor. Destiny's eyes were wide with fear as tears started to run down her face. She couldn't stop her heart from hammering against her chest; she was sure the four men could hear it through the silence around them.
"So, boys…ya see what we got here?" One of them asked, squatting down to Destiny's level to stare into her petrified face. He grinned evilly as one hand went to her cheek, cupping it almost reassuringly. Destiny would have jerked away from the contact if the gentleness weren't there. She almost felt safe for a second before she heard what he said next. "What do you think we should do to her?" The other men laughed darkly as thoughts swam in their heads. Destiny let out a whimper of fear but didn't dare say anything more. She tried hard not to panic, but her sanity was slowly deteriorating.
"It's pretty obvious she's here willingly," one of the men replied, searching Destiny's face. "Did you hear how she said ol' Hockey-Mask's name? It was as if she was looking forward to seeing him."
"Jesus, that's sick…" one of the other men stuck his tongue out in disgust.
"But it's also obvious that this must be Jason's little pet," the squatting man said quietly, now brushing Destiny's hair back behind her ear. "And Goddamn, is she lovely…" he spoke more huskily now, gently gripping the back of her head, messing his large fingers in her hair. Destiny's face reddened as a gasp escaped her throat, her body tensing and flinching back at the contact. "How I would love to take you right here and now, Sweetheart…" Destiny let out a yelp at this, pure fear running through her body at the mentioning of his words. Her face went red and her body completely tensed against the man's hand. How she wished she could scream out Jason's name right now, right there and now so he could come save her from these awful men…
The man noticed her fear and chuckled, gripping her head more tightly. "Aw, no worries, Darlin'…let's not think about what I'm gonna do to you after we kill Jason, but let's think about using you as bait first…"
Destiny's eyes widened as her heart dropped to her stomach.
KILL Jason?
The last scream uttered by one of the boys died on his lips as Jason's machete stuck cleanly through his throat, causing the kill to be short and sweet. Jason could care less about the intricateness of these two killings, he cared more about Destiny, and getting back to her fast. He quickly gathered the two bleeding bodies in his arms and hurled them into the woods nearby. He hadn't any time – or patience for that matter – to bury them like he usually did, especially now that Destiny was around. He destroyed those two annoying teens and punished them for their wrongdoings, as well as messing up his moment with Destiny. Although he knew they deserved a much more brutal killing, he decided Destiny was more important. His dead skin was already aching for her touch again; he would have called it pathetic if he even cared anymore.
He hurriedly tried to clean off his machete while walking back to his home, breathing hard with anxiousness. He hated being away from her now. He just HATED it. He NEEDED her, damnit. He needed her NOW. That sweet-looking face, those soft, gentle eyes…that adorable little frame… oh, God, how he needed her…
He was about to open the door when a sudden whisper in his ears alerted him.
"Be ready, Jason."
'Mother?'
"Jason, listen to your mother very carefully." Her voice was dead serious – no pun intended – and he could hear venom dripping in every word.
Mother didn't usually use such a hard voice with him.
He knew something was wrong.
"Through that door lies something you need to be prepared for. It is not something you have ever seen in your entire life, and you must. Take. Precautions." Jason's undead heart thumped painfully. Destiny was in trouble. He was about to throw open the door when a sudden, sharp screech pierced through his ears.
"LISTEN TO ME, JASON VOORHEES!" his mother screamed. "Don't you DARE go through that door with an intent to kill whatever lies in front of you! Doing that will KILL Destiny. Do you WANT to be the reason Destiny is DEAD, Jason? Dead because of YOU?" The word 'kill' and 'dead' echoed through his ears, tensing his every muscle.
'Mother…what have they done to her?'
"They know about your relationship with her, Jason. They're using her to get to you, and they're going to try and weaken you through her. They're going to threaten you with her. They will try to destroy you, in exchange for her safety. You must think swiftly here, Jason. You mustn't offend them. They WILL hurt Destiny if you do. PLEASE be careful…Please…"
Jason's heart was now pounding as rage pumped through his veins. He tightened his grip on his machete, trying hard not to let the anger flow through his head. It was a challenge now knowing Destiny was in more trouble than she's ever been in her life.
Jason slowly opened the door, using as little force as he possibly could.
What he saw made his eye widen in shock.
Four men surrounded Destiny as she sat on the floor, her ankles and wrists bound behind her with thick tape. Tears were streaming down her face as her eyes widened at the sight of Jason. He could see relief in her eyes, but fear still took hold of them. The four men stared at Jason as well, seemingly unafraid of him. They even smirked as three of them placed their hands on Destiny to ensure she was held down. Jason snorted in anger and took a step forward, quickly unsheathing his machete.
"Hey, hey, easy, big guy…" one of the men said casually, holding his hands up in surrender as the three other men suddenly pulled pistols out of their pockets and pressed them against Destiny's temple, her chest and her side. "We're all friends here, aren't we?"
'Far from it, you dirty, slimy, motherfucking asshole…get your hands off my girl. NOW.'
The man chuckled, slowly squatting down in front of Destiny again and taking her wet chin in his hand. "Man…she certainly is a keeper, isn't she?"
'You're damn right she is, you little fucker. You BETTER get your filthy hands off her before I rip them off with my bare hands.'
"I would absolutely adore having her as my own, you know…to take her first time away and steal that lovely innocence of hers…it's always a joy to see the innocence drain from young girls' faces, don't you think? It's satisfying owning so many virginities…" the man laughed softly, darkly, evilly. Jason's eye flared at the mere thought of this man in front of him being a life-ruiner. And the very thought of him doing those awful things to his little Destiny…HIS little girl…
Jason's grip on his machete had his hand trembling. He took one more step forward, but the sound of guns cocking sent him back the two steps he had taken. Destiny let out a frightened sob and squirmed a bit in fear, causing the man's grip on her jaw to tighten, causing her to wince. Jason snorted once more.
'If you hurt her, so help me God…'
The man noticed Jason's evident rage and rolled his eyes. "Do you honestly think I WANT to hurt her, big guy? I want her just as badly as I know you do." The man brushed Destiny's hair back gently before straightening up and brushing his tear-covered hand on his jeans. "Which is why us four decided to meander our way over here. Hell, we didn't KNOW you had a little pet all cooped up in here with ya, but that fact just makes this little venture all the sweeter…" The man smirked, rubbing his slightly shaven beard before digging his hands in his pockets.
"We're here to strike a deal with you, big guy." The man walked up to Jason to the point they were almost a foot away from each other. Jason stayed tense, glaring down at the man with extreme rage.
'Oh, really now…?'
"I'm sure you remember the two boys who came here a month or so back…both had brown hair."
'Nope, not really.'
"Brown eyes…"
'Everyone has brown eyes, dipshit.'
"Apparently, you tossed their bodies into a fire."
'…Oh, them.'
"Yeah, you remember them now, don't you?" The man's smirk ran clean off his face. His voice darkened even more so. "Those were my two little brothers."
'What a shame.'
"They were the fucking world to me, you know. The. Fucking. World."
'Than you should have told them to stop drinking and fucking. Must run in the family.'
"And you decided to kill them for no apparent reason." The man shifted his feet and stared at the ground for a second to contain his composure. He looked back up at Jason, his eyes piercing. "Do you see the problem there, huh?"
'Yeah, I can see it. Your brothers got their drinking and fucking habit from you. Once again, it must run in the family. All the more reason for me to rip your fucking head off.'
"You killed my brothers, you son of a bitch. You literally burned their bodies away…I know, I saw the ashes out there. Didn't bother to clean 'em up, now didja?"
'Of course not. Why the hell would I care?'
"Now that I know what happened to them, I have come for my revenge. Here's the deal, big guy…" the man took a step back and gestured to Destiny, who had been shrugging away from the other men's subtle advances on her during the conversation. That alone caused Jason's blood to boil even more. "If you want to see your little pet alive, let us destroy you. If you don't, you can watch as we each fuck her against this here wall. Over, and over, and over, and over…"
Jason's body trembled.
Destiny screamed.
She desperately tried to break free, tears streaming harder down her face as she screamed and cried. All three men grasped her body with their free hand and held her down, laughing darkly as they each placed their pistols against her skin once more. Jason took two steps and fully unsheathed his machete again.
'If you so much as touch her ANYWHERE, so help me GOD-'
"Ah ah ah…" the man whisked his finger in front of Jason as the other men placed their fingers on the triggers of their pistols. "Just because we wanna fuck her doesn't mean we're not afraid to blow her brains out."
'I-I…I-I-I…'
"Jason…"
'M-Mother?'
"…Do as they say, Jason…"
'B-But Mother-'
"Do you want to hurt Destiny, Jason?"
'…N-no! O-of course no-'
"Than do it, Jason…admit defeat…it's all you can do…"
'B-but…but what if they-'
"I'll look after her, Jason…"
'H-how-?'
"Please…before they hurt her…just…please…"
Jason knew he had hit rock bottom. He panted as he took two steps back, dropping his machete in the process.
"There's a good boy…" The man replied, chuckling again. Destiny let out petrified whimpers as she shook her face away from the other men. Jason trembled as he stared at her. The feeling of being unable to help her and protect her while she sat there, shaking and crying was slowly killing him. He knew she needed him, and yet he couldn't do anything. Not a thing.
Jason trembled as he took yet another step back, slowly nodding in defeat.
"Ah…there we go…" the man chuckled as he made his way over to Jason, picking up his machete. The men chuckled as lowered their guns slightly to watch the scene unravel. Jason closed his eye, his body rigid as he felt his own machete's blade against his neck. He was finally going to feel what his many, many victims experienced as they screamed in pain. Maybe this would be the final, last time he was killed...
Because this time, he was dying with purpose.
END CHAPTAH!
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So, yeah, I'm back! I'm here for three months, people! I hope to finish this story by then, so stay tuned for that! As you know, this IS Chapter 34, since I got rid of the Author's Notice, so yay! It's just lovely to be back, and I really can't wait to get back into the swing of things! To be honest, I did have quite the writer's block while I was working on this, but hopefully this chapter is satisfactory. I really hope people aren't turned off from this story since it's been so long since I wrote a new chapter…that would suck…so hopefully everyone who has been reading this will get into it once more! So, I hope you like the chapter, and please leave a review telling me how I did!
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-NikoRu Rene
Blurred eyes quickly scoured the area. A head saw an opening, and took it. The head slammed an arm out of the way in time to send it's body in a daze before feeling extreme pressure in it's own body's legs to move away. Far, far away from this hell it was in. Pain pulsed through the head as the body flew through the hallway, up the stairs, into the guest room and under the bed, frantic arms covering the entire body and the face of the body contorted in fear, shock, and realization.
Destiny Marshala just ran away from three men holding pistols to her head. Destiny Marshala ran away from four men who were going to rape her if Jason Voorhees didn't meet their demands.
There was no way those four men will leave that house with their lives.
Destiny Marshala just confirmed four men's deaths.
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