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Chapter One: Ally Meets Jason

*Ally’s POV*

“Girl! Get in here!” Dave, my awful foster-dad yelled. I shivered in fear, for I knew what he would do if I went in there, and I don’t think I could take another beating today. Also, I didn’t want to see the sight of that big ugly slob; he is old, fat, and greasy. He never takes a bath, he stinks, Not to mention that he is constantly bringing hookers home with him, try sleeping when you hear that all night, especially because the house shakes. That is how I know he’s fat, every time he walks through the tiny shack we live in, it shakes. I asses him being greasy with the fact that I’m always here and never hear the shower running or anything…and he stinks.

You’d probably wonder why I explain him the way I do, but I’m blind, so I really have no idea. I was once able to see, but then my real parents and I were in a horrible car accident when I was ten, it killed my mom instantly, my father was paralyzed from the waist down and I hit my head really hard on the door. Each day after the accident, my vision became more and more clouded, and about four days later when I woke up from taking a nap, I could only see the endless darkness, I as fully blind.

I still lived with my dad though, and he was saving up to buy me a guide dog and special schooling, but we had lost a lot of money because of his need for surgery, hospital bills, and my mom’s funeral cost etc. But then another tragedy struck, my father lost his job. All I remember after overhearing that phone call was him whisper, “I’m sorry Allison, and I want you to always remember that daddy loves you,” and then a loud crack, like a gun going off. I had later found out that that is exactly what it was; he had committed suicide leaving me an orphan. Which is how I ended up with this wretch of a man.

Dave spent all the money my dad had laid aside for aiding my disability on alcohol and hookers. It doesn’t take a person’s sight to tell when someone is drunk. I heard a loud bang and felt the floor shake…Dave had managed to get into my room. I felt myself trembling in fear, for I knew what came next. I felt his had strike me so hard that I hit the floor, he didn’t stop there, he kept hitting and kicking me. Usual beating didn’t hurt as much; I felt a few tears roll down my face. “Please stop!” I begged.

“Stop eh? Why should I stop? I give you a roof over your head and food and how do you repay me? You break things and can’t do anything I tell you to do right!” he screamed, delivering a kick to my ribs that resulted in a loud cracking, I could tell they were broken now. I gasped for air when I heard a car pull up and the engine of it cut off. Dave went and opened the squeaky door; I could hear the concerned voice of the neighbor explaining that she heard me scream. “Ah, somethin’ just scared her that’s all,” he assured, I tried to call out but it was stuck in my throat, the woman said goodbye and left, my chance of being saved dead, like I would be in a few moments. Then it hit me, the window!

I felt my way along the wall and found the window, opened it, and climbed out. I stumbled a few times at the start of my run, some due to my injuries, and others due to me tripping on something. I kept running though, felt myself on the edge of a road before long so I stayed on the softer ground and kept running. My lungs burned, pleading for me to rest but I kept going, I had to put as much distance between Dave and me as possible, the farther away I could run, the smaller the chance that I die tonight. It felt like I had been running for hours, the area had changed, it was now uneven in places, with leaves crunching under my feet and sticks snapping and threatening to trip me. I was most likely in the woods, because that is how the grounds felt in there. Yes, my best bet was the woods. Knowing that, there must me trees around, but I must be on some sort of path because I’ve been running on this surface for about ten minutes, and if there was no path wouldn’t I have ran into something like a tree or a thorn bush by now?

Then, I ran into something that knocked me to the ground and knocking the air out of my lungs, I winced as my ribs once again made their condition known. What had I run into? a person, or a tree? Well, thinking about past experiences of running into other people, usually when someone running like I was, collides with another person, running or not, the other person usually gives into the force for the collision and also falls or at least moves a little or make a sound, when I ran hit them or it, there was no motion or sound, and the collision was too quick to tell what the object felt like, it must have been a tree. I stood up, but my poor lungs ached too much to start running again, I had to rest or I’d collapse.

*3rd Person POV*

Jason Voorhees stared emotionlessly at Ally, his machete raised. He began to swing it at her but quickly pulled it away after he noticed something. She didn’t try to run, scream, or even look frightened, she just stood there breathing heavily from her run, he found it extremely odd until he noticed the milky, opaque eyes. He realized that she was blind and did not know that the killer was standing before her. He snapped back from his thoughts into reality to find her gripping her shoulder, wincing at the wound that the masked killer gave her, blood covering her hand. He reached out a hand a lightly touched her, then he felt something inside him suddenly change, Jason realized that he had an unknown connection with her, and therefore he no longer had any thoughts of killing her. He looked back down at Ally and noticed the many bruises that covered the visible parts of her skin; he wondered who would do that to someone so helpless. He lightly grabbed her left arm and began pulling her along.

“Hey! What’s going on? Who are you and where are you taking me?” Ally protested, managing to pull her arm free of his grip. Jason smiled slightly behind his mask, she may not have been able to see, but she was able to fight. He reached his arms down, lifted her carefully, and carried her through the woods and into one of the cabins of Camp Crystal Lake. He found a shirt left from one of the campers his mother had massacred a while back, tore a piece off and wrapped her bleeding shoulder with it. Ally felt her bandaged shoulder and reached out for the person who helped her, Jason lightly placed his had on her arm. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

Jason remained silent, he moved his hand to rest lightly on her palm You’re Welcome (A/N even though it says Jason ‘said’ he’s not actually talking, it’s like he can tell her something telepathically when he touches her palm. YAY FOR TELEKENISIS)Jason said silently, Ally seemed surprised, the person she could not see, who didn’t actually say anything to her, yet she sensed him saying something to her in something like a telepathic way.

“Did you say that or am I imagining it?” Ally asked.

'Yes, but i thought it'

“But, why can’t I hear you? Am I going deaf too?”

'No, you’ll find out later on. He said. Now, I’d like to know about you, '

“My name is Ally, I’m fourteen and I’m blind. Why do you even want to know?”

'Because I care'

“Sure,” she replied sarcastically.

'I mean it, if this makes you less tense, I’ll tell you something, but promise me something first',
'
“Um, okay?”

Promise me you won’t overreact or become afraid after I tell you something

“I promise,” she said.

'I am Jason Voorhees.'

“Th-the camp killer?” Ally asked with a shaky voice. “I’m not afraid but—please don’t hurt me, if you are going to kill me can you make it painless? I’ve had enough pain today that could last some people a lifetime or even more,”

'I’m not going to hurt or kill you, I want to protect you. Will you tell me who gave you these bruises?'

“My foster father, he’s abusive.” Ally replied. “By the way, where am I?”

'Camp Crystal Lake, stay here, I’ll be back in a few minutes, I promise.'

CHAPTER 2

Darkness and silence, that was all Ally could sense whilst sitting there in the cabin as she had been told. But could she trust Jason? After all, he admitted to killing people, and more importantly, she didn’t know him and she couldn’t tell where he was if he was far away, for all she knew, he could be staring in the window preparing to kill her! But there was something inside Ally that told her that Jason wasn’t going to hurt her, so she decided to trust him.

Meanwhile, speaking of Jason, he stalked through the old cabins of the camp, searching for supplies of the unfortunate people who tried to come into Camp Crystal Lake, his camp, his home. He had been able to come across a few moth-eaten blankets, a few pairs of clothes, and an old walkman. Jason then ventured to the camp’s mess hall, although it had been about a month since someone last tried to use it, he found that a few cans of food hadn’t yet reached their expiration dates. He carried the supplies back into the woods to his cabin. Ally hadn’t moved from the bed, instead, she sat waiting, her head snapped up when she heard to door creak open, wary of his entrance.

He walked over and sat down beside her, placing his hand over her palm, “I’m back,” he said telepathically. “And I brought you something,” Jason placed the blankets in her hands first, and then replaced them with a shirt, and then the walkman. It took Ally a few tries to find the play button, once she found it; she placed the headphones over her ears, and turned up the volume as the sounds of Alice Cooper filled her ears. She smiled softly, which made Jason smile behind his mask. He pulled the headphones off her reluctantly, Ally winces as the plastic brushed one of her many bruises, and Jason looked down at her, slightly displeased now. He placed his hand into hers once more “Are you hurt?” he asked.

The small teen nodded “From what happened yesterday,” she whispered. Jason tilted his head.

“Explain it,” he said, Ally frowned, and those two little words brought back horrible memories.

“Well,” she began, “My foster dad likes to hit me. Yesterday, he gave me the usual beating, but then I accidentally knocked something over because I can’t see and he got really angry, I was scared so I hid. Dave hates when you don’t obey him and break things, he tried to kill me. But then I escaped, ran, and met you,” she explained. “It hurts,” she added. Jason frowned behind his mask. Who would do such a thing to someone so helpless?

“Where does it hurt?” he asked.
(STILL TELEPATHICALLY)
“Everywhere, I can feel bruises, and especially in my ankle and my ribs.” Jason moved closer, he placed a gentle hand on her arm, lifting her sleeve. Ally’s arm was almost entirely blackish-purple with bruises. He shuttered and placed his hand on her ribs, upon even the slight pressure Ally gasped and cried out in pain. Jason could tell she was badly hurt.

“Are you okay?” he asked. Ally insisted she would be all right. “But I’m taking you to the doctor. No arguments.” Before Ally had a chance to protest, Jason had lifted her into the air and carried her off toward the hospital.

Once they had reached the entrance to the hospital, Jason set Ally down and guided her as she limped through the door. A nurse came running to her “Oh you poor dear!” she exclaimed, helping the girl into a wheelchair, after Ally had told Jason the answers of what to write on her paperwork, he followed her as she was wheeled into a room by the nurse.

According to the X-rays, Ally had broken five ribs and fractured her ankle in several different places; the nurse leaned toward Ally and whispered, “Did that man with the mask do this to you?” Ally shook her head.

“He saved me,” she corrected. The nurse walked away as the doctor applied the final adjustments to Ally’s braces. Jason walked over to Ally,

“I’m going to make that man pay for what he did to you,” he said, swearing vengeance on Dave.

“But there are a lot of innocent people around there too, and I can’t really describe him more than he’s fat and smells bad,” she whispered back.

“Don’t worry,” Jason assured, lifting her up into his arms and began the walk back to the camp. By the time he made it back, Ally had fallen asleep in his arms. He smiled warmly behind his mask while he laid her down on the bed, covering her with one of the blankets.

Meanwhile…

Ally looked around, confused. “I-I can see!” she exclaimed happily. “But where am I? And where is Jason? For that matter, where is anybody?” she said. She was in a room, but there were no doors or windows. How did she get in there? Then she heard a sinister laugh from afar. Ally jolted and turned toward the sound, but there was nobody.

“Hello?” she called, the laughing continued. It became closer, closer and louder and more bone chilling.

“Allyson,” the gruff voice called menacingly. Ally was shaking now, what was going on? Then she felt someone’s warm, moist breath on the back of her neck; she turned to see a man with a baggy red and green sweater, an old, worn brown hat, and a scarred face.

“W-wh-who are you?” she asked, trembling. The man laughed again, the room seemed to get wider. He lifted a hand, which the fingers were claw-like knives. Ally screamed started running down the endless hall, voices of other unseen people began to chant.

“One, two, Freddy’s coming for you” The scar-faced man began chasing Ally, laughing the whole time. “Three, four better lock the door,” Ally turned again; he was gaining on her fast as she continued to run, and still she couldn’t find the owners of the frightening, ominous voices that did the chanting. “Five, six get a crucifix,” Then, she stumbled, but the man was gone, “Seven, Eight, better stay up late,” The sweater-man reappeared, he raised his claw-hand and slashed it across Ally’s arm, laughing the entire time, she slashed her again, this time across the stomach, she tried to fight by kicking him between the legs.

“You dare and try and fight me? I’m Freddy Kruger and you are going to die my darling,” he growled, Ally stood paralyzed in fear, trembling before him as he raised his sharp gloved-hand again.

Ally felt something shaking her awake, she couldn’t see, but she felt herself trembling. She heard the voices say “Nine, Ten Never sleep again,” before fading away. She could feel blood pouring out of her wounds. Jason pulled her close to him and grabbed her hand

“He’s back,” Jason said, Ally could tell he was startled. “But I killed him!”

“I’m scared,” Ally said still shaking uncontrollably.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you,” he assured. (Jason is still telepathically talking, just a reminder)