Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Friday the 13th characters. I just own my OC's.

Prologue:

A Promise Given

1978

J-A-S-O-N

P-A-M-E-L-A

L-O-U-I-S-E

"You're getting good at this!" she smiled, "Just keep practicing your alphabet signs, and I'll teach you the more advanced ones. Your mommy will be very happy about this when she gets home."

The young Jason grinned. The thought of making his beloved mother happy swelled his little, young heart with pride. But the sparkle in Louise's otherwise clouded eyes made him happy also. Could she see his smile with those eyes? He wondered. But his mother had explained to him that Louise had a very poor eyesight, making her unable to see his writings. The little boy could only hope.

He never thought that he would actually like her. Louise was just tagging along with Mrs. Williams, the stern old lady whom his mommy hired to be a babysitter during the day, to assist in the housekeeping. The other people who visited their home were not really nice to him; and Mrs. Williams often looked at him in disgust. But Louise was different. She loved him like his mommy did. When she learned that he was special, she did not mock him like Mrs. Williams. Instead, she immediately taught him from the books that his mommy bought for him and praised him whenever he did well.

In order for them to talk to each other, she taught him the hand signals people call "sign language." At first, the thought of another lady holding his hands scared him but Mommy seemed to be alright with it so he complied. She reminded him of his mommy whenever she taught him letters or sung a lullaby for him to sleep. Kind, patient, sweet: that was she was whenever they sat at the couch by the fireplace, teaching him the alphabet and how to read books until his mommy came home from her cooking job.

Was she kind because she could not see his face very clearly or maybe because she was different like him? He did not know the reason. All he knew that his skinny hands rested quite well in hers.

Because she can make him feel that there was nothing wrong with his world just by a touch of her hand.

"Louise, get your lazy behind off the couch and help me prepare lunch!" Mrs. Williams' scrawny voice screeched from the kitchen.

Jason heard a soft groan from his companion. Perhaps they felt the same way towards the baby sitter; but old sitter acted like a saint in front of mommy, that they have no idea how to reveal the old hag's true colors.

Louise groped for her walking stick and stood up. "I'm coming, mom!" she replied.

The moment Louise's soft, warm hand slid off his touch, panic struck Jason. He seized her free hand, anchoring her from her place. She turned towards him with a surprised look in her cloudy eyes.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked.

Trembling, Jason held her hand and spelled the word he learned a few days ago:

S-C-A-R-E-D

She sighed and took his bony hands. At first, he could not figure out what she was trying to do, but the calm look in her eyes prevented him from pulling away. Like a putty clay, he let her move his fingers into making alphabet hand signs.

P-R-O-M-I-S-E

He blinked and tilted his head. It was the first time he saw that word.

She flashed him the smile that he loved so much. "Promise: it's a word that you give to a person as an assurance that they'll do something for sure. And good people never break their promises," she said, "And I promise you, Jason, I won't leave until your mommy comes back from her work."

And she did keep her promise.

The sun had set but his mommy had not returned yet. Mrs. Williams was a bit irritated but Louise did not seem to mind. She let him read the big picture books by spelling the letters in her hand. The moment he heard his mommy's voice in the doorway, he jumped off the couch and gave his mother a big hug.

"Jason, sweetie, how's your day?" Mommy asked.

He grinned and raised his hands in front of his mommy's face.

I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-M-O-M-M-Y

His mommy blinked in surprise. "Wow, that's great honey!" she said while patting his head, "Did Louise teach you that?"

"Jason's a fast learner, Mrs. Voorhees," Louise said while walking towards them, "Although I'm still in the process of teaching him the shortcuts in sign language and—"

His mommy cut her off. "Nonsense, Jason is a good boy for behaving and learning a lot today. That's enough for me," she smiled and handed her a piece of greenish paper, "I'm really grateful for teaching my boy. I know it's not part of the babysitting job…"

Louise shook her head. Her cloudy eyes sparkled with the light of the fireplace. "It's alright Ma'am. As long as Jason's eager to learn, I'll teach him all that I know."

Jason smiled from ear to ear. He did not know why, but her words made him very happy.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Voorhees but it's getting late," Mrs. Williams chimed in, "Louise has a hard time walking in the streets in the middle of the night."

"Thank you for your time again, Mrs. Williams," his mommy said while handing the old baby sitter with a couple of bills, "I'm sorry for making you wait for so long."

Jason's heart sank as he watched Louise smoothen her long, wiry brown hair and put her coat on her moth-eaten, dirty white sweater. He wanted her to stay with him. He felt that when she goes out of the door, she would be gone forever. He quietly whimpered and held the hem of her coat.

She looked at him. A milky white cloud covered most of her brown eyes but he could still see in her eyes that she did not want to leave also. She lightly tapped his shoulder. "Don't worry little Jason, we'll continue with our lessons tomorrow," she said with a grin on her face, "I promise."

But it never happened.

Jason stood limp as her mother knelt in front of him. Louise and Mrs. Williams did not show up the next morning for their shift and mommy had just returned from the police department, hoping to know what had become of the two. Her ashen face told him something that he would not like. But still, he did not move when his mother's hands felt heavy on his tiny shoulders.

"Jason, sweetie… Louise can't come to our house anymore."

W-H-Y

He spelled out the letters but he was not sure if his mommy understood it. He wanted to shout but only groans came out of his mouth. His whole body trembled despite his mommy's grip on his shoulders. Tears stung his eyes and soon enough, he could not keep his eyes open without the streams of tears falling down his cheeks.

Break in… robbery… rape… murder… those were some of the words that her mother said. He had no idea what it meant; Louise had not taught the meaning of those words to him and his mommy would not explain it to him.

All he knew that Louise could not keep her promise anymore.

He would never see the cloudy haze that hid her brown eyes.

He would never hear her beautiful voice whenever she sang a lullaby for him to sleep.

He would never feel the soft, warm touch of her hands as she taught him sign language.

Jason could not handle the pain welling inside his chest. "RRRAAAARRGHH!" his throat growled. He found himself shouting towards the heavens, with tears flowing freely from his eyes. He cried and cried but the heaviness in his heart did not leave.

"Don't worry my sweet boy, mommy's still with you," his mommy whispered in his ear as she wrapped him in her loving embrace, "And I'll never let anything separate us. I promise."

Promise… Jason closed his eyes and remembered Louise's soft smile for the last time. She was taken away from him... and she would never come back.

Once again, his mommy was all that he had in this world.

And he would do everything not to lose her also.

I promise mommy. I'll always make you smile.

A/N: Whoa, it's been a while since I wrote... anything; so I apologize if the writing quality seems to be wonky. I just wrote this fic after getting inspired by the game and after that, I watched the 2009 version of Friday the 13th. Man, I still feel sorry for the poor boy, Jason. I just wanna give him a cookie and a hug! (T_T). If you're curious, this is based on the remake version but he still has his "supernatural powers" (well, this story is partly influenced by the game after all) and his practical immortality. Hopefully, if life is kind to me, I can get the first chapter up within two weeks so you can actually know what this story all about.

Thanks for reading ! (^_^)