There it was her new home, hidden humbly in the inviting woods. She smiled and went inside and put her bags down in the living room. The locals had warned Dawn about building this home here, no one in town would build here for their life, and so she had to hire a more expensive crew out of town to build her home. Dawn sighed and went around the house, it was more beautiful than she could have imagined. Dawn smiled as she got to her master bedroom. The black walls with the silver crown molding were beautiful. The sleigh bed was a midnight black with a blood red comforter and pillows. Dawn flopped down on the bed and the blankets caved in, caressing her body to the exacts curves. She smiled sleepily looking around the room, She closed her eyes and dosed off.

Jason

The sound of machinery echoed through the water, meeting a character, burly and deformed, a hockey mask at the bottom of the lake just below the character's feet. The machinery went on for months, maybe years. One day, the machinery didn't sound, but the crunch of gravel did. Then the sound of a door being opened and closed came. This awoke the notorious Jason Voorhees, who began to struggle with the chain wrapped tightly around his thick, strong neck. The chain was weak from rust and it snapped after only moments of being tugged and pulled at with impossible strength. The Monster grabbed his mask, then made his way to the surface. He dripped, soaking wet, giving himself a quick shake. He set off to his cabin, only to notice a light in the distance, golden light, like that of a campfire. He was enraged, his newly pumping heart quickened, adrenaline racing through his veins, his breathing was impossibly fast. Jason's head throbbed as he raced through the woods to find something he could kill the intruder with. He found his cabin three. He entered it with a bang, making sure no one had messed around in his home. He was relieved to see no one had touched it he went to his cabinet and got out his bow and arrows. Undoing the string of the bow, he redid it around his left shoulder and slung the strap on his arrow case on his right, and went on his way.

He found a newly built cabin, with a fireplace, to the right of there was a wall, and sitting on that wall was a girl in a black zip up jacket, gazing at the stars. She looked young, about 20, maybe a little older. Jason unstrung his bow and replace the string once it was off his shoulder, he stung a arrow and took aim, her head, between the eyes would be nice. There was a shrill ring coming from the house, it startled Jason and he accidently let go of his arrow, it zipped through the air and clattered against the wall of the cabin, not having flown correctly. The girl shrieked and hurried inside, throwing a glance over her shoulder before she entered. Jason hit a tree in anger; it shuddered, losing a few leaves, a branch fell to the ground with a loud crash. He looked at the four to five inch thick branch at his feet; he bent down and picked it up, studying it. The branch would have to do. Jason picked his way down the hill.

Stepping onto the patio, he made sure he was quiet; the girl stepped out in front of the window, a phone held to her ear. Their eyes made contact; she let out a loud shriek, dropped the phone and ran from the window. Jason bolted towards the house; he had to reach the house before the girl got to her car. He succeeded in his temporary mission and wrapped an arm around her. She gave another cry and flailed her limbs; Jason received a blow to the groin and immediately dropped her. She ran from him and into the woods. Jason recovered quickly and ran after her, he heard a satisfying cry of pain and a loud thud. Jason emerged from the shadows to find the girl struggling with a bear trap that was sunk into her ankle. She groaned and gurgled, completely oblivious to her soon to be killer. He smiled evilly behind his hockey mask. He loved moments like this. He watched the girl, longer than usual; she was looking around pitifully, having given up on getting out of the trap. She looked up to the sky, just barely seeing the stars out of the canopy.

"I should've listened to them." She muttered, her voice breaking. Jason tilted his head, regret, remorse, she was giving up, and she wasn't like the others, who so foolishly thought that they could out run him in his territory. They thought they could out do him, out think him, kill him, and leave him to rot. She wasn't like them, not at all. The girl hung her head, obviously awaiting her death to come. Jason took an arrow from the arrow case, still slung over his shoulder. Stepping forward into the dull starlight, she sees him. She follows the huge form up to his face, covered with a hockey mask. Jason Voorhees.

"I'm sorry." She mutters and hangs her head; Jason pulled his arm back behind his head and was about to plunge the arrow into the girl's neck. Yet, he stops ruptly, did she say she was sorry? He nudged her free leg with his boot. The girl yelped but looked up at him, fear in her blue eyes. He looked at her a curious light in his eyes. She remains silent; Jason suddenly didn't want to kill her. Instead he picks up another branch and smacks her in the head with it, just hard enough to knock her out. He wanted to keep her, not like the other girl though. He kneeled in front of her limp form and undoes the bear trap. He picked up the girl and cradled her in his arms gently and went to cabin three.