Happy Friday the 13th, everyone! What a perfect day to update a Jason story! Between my moods and waiting for this day, it's taken me quite a long time to post this chapter. I just never know when I'll be in the perfect mode to write. I really don't go on here much anymore except to update occasionally.

I will always appreciate the fans that stick with me through all this and are still interested in reading more of this story. I really hope I don't disappoint.

Anyways, please enjoy! Have fun on Jason's special day, but remember to stay out of his woods. ^_^


"Well, we're here!"

Stephanie's cheery voice shattered the daydreams going through the mind of the child. And since those thoughts were of her and Jason together, Dawn was not happy one bit. She sighed and looked farther out the window to register her new surroundings.

Mr. Jorgenson had pulled up a long driveway that branched off the far end of Cunningham Road. The first thing Dawn could hear after Stephanie announced their arrival was the laughter of other children. This was merriment she remembered since her days in the third grade.

The Jorgenson couple got out of the car and were quickly met by a couple of the children. The youngest girl there, Shauna, was one of them.

"Hey, Stephanie!" she cried happily in that tiny voice of hers. "I missed you!"

Stephanie smiled. The bond she had formed with the children she cared for here was priceless.

"Why hello, Shauna! You've missed me already? It's only been a few hours!"

Shauna giggled while saying, "It seemed like forever!"

While the two were conversing, Stephanie's husband, Evan, opened the door for Dawn. He gently coaxed her for a while until the girl reluctantly got out.

The other child with Shauna watched Dawn step out into the bright sunshine surrounding the foster home. She gave a welcoming smile.

"You must be the newest member of our family. I'm Delilah. Nice to meet you!"

Dawn said no words in reply. This was the first time ever for her. Usually, she was the one providing the pleasant greetings. Not now though. The girl looked into the trees so deeply. Watching...Waiting… Yet..nothing.

Dawn's mind was so steadfast on the lack of Jason that some of the following moments were fuzzy to her. She followed the Jorgensons into the house. The background of the home's small residents playing outside continued on. Shauna was by Dawn's side all the way to the new room. Dawn didn't know the reason for her persistent company.

Eventually, she went off to play with Molly, one of the teenage volunteers. Stephanie had warmly told her that Dawn was nervous and needed some time to adjust to being here. Shauna had obliged without any objection.

"Bye, Dawn! I'll see you later!"

After Shauna went to play with Molly accompanying her, Dawn was met with another of the children.

Blossom Kramer was sitting cross legged on the floor in front of a dollhouse. She jumped up when the couple brought Dawn into the room.

"Dawn, this is your new roommate, Blossom. I hope you two will be great friends."

Blossom extended her hand without hesitation.

"Hi, Dawn. Happy to meet you!"

Dawn was more half hearted in returning the gesture. She was never one to be rude, even in her saddened state. It turned out Blossom was also eight years old and had been waiting in her room for Dawn to arrive.

Yes, Dawn Peterson recalled meeting Blossom quite clearly and a little bit of Shauna. They had nothing to do with Jason, so why should she focus her whole mind upon them? People came and went. Jason, on the other hand, would last forever, just like their friendship.

At this very moment, she was sitting on her bed and once again, was gazing out the window with a touch of confusion. She was expecting the towering Jason to break through the crowd of kids out on the playground. Nothing happened. He had yet to come.

She wondered if he even knew where she was. Why wouldn't he know? Her sweet Jason was smarter than anybody in this whole world. And these ruthless humans never gave him any credit for that.

After much waiting, somebody did appear, but was far from the presence Dawn had been longing for. An older child appeared at the bedroom door. She was about eleven in age. Yet this meant nothing in her eyes. This girl acted like she was an adult. And not a very nice one. Dawn had never been the victim of severe bullying by those close to her age. That was about to change.


"So Cameron, have you anything to say about what happened?"

Sheriff Birman spoke to his lieutenant from across the room. The edge in his voice was a bit sharper than he had planned. Though maybe that was the only way to get through to Cameron.

Marty listened to it all with Princess sitting on his lap. He was never one to wish any kind of hurt upon his fellow officers. But at the same time, Marty had to admit that Cameron's actions spoke for themselves. The lieutenant was asking for this.

Cameron faced Sheriff Birman like it was another battle of wits. He remembered to speak with the utmost respect, confrontation or not.

"I'd say we captured Jason Voorhees and rescued the little girl. Wasn't that our goal?"

Birman sighed profusely.

"Ultimately yeah, but at the expense of who? Our very own Chauncey Reeves is on bed rest for we don't know how long. And this...monster is being held at some prison facility far away from here. Who knows how many lives are in danger there."

The sheriff's eyes shifted to the kitten Marty couldn't help but pet. When he noticed Birman eying him, he immediately placed Princess on the desk and tried to look important.

"And why are we taking care of a kitten? We're a police force, not an animal rescue. Take it back to the child already. It might give her a little bit of comfort after all she's been through."

Marty piped up.

"Cameron said he was going to talk to Dawn about the events that have occurred."

Birman turned his attention back to Cameron. His intense eyes turned steely.

"For God's sake, lieutenant, why would you do that? Hasn't that poor girl suffered enough without having to relive everything so soon?"

"Relax. I didn't end up talking to her," Cameron said. "I changed my mind."

Marty Rowland began to speak rather boldly for his demeanor.

"You changed your mind about something? That's a first."

Cameron narrowed his eyes at him. Okay, since when did Marty become sarcastic?

Birman cut in before the lieutenant could retort.

"Enough! It doesn't matter because you're not speaking to the child. She doesn't need any police interrogation. She's safe at the foster home and we'll let them help her. In the meantime, we don't tell anyone about this. It's strictly confidential."

Cameron's mind had a thought, but he kept it to himself.

Confidential? How are you going to accomplish that? We're just going to keep the town in the dark?

"Uh, sheriff," Marty said, changing the subject. "The Garfields are asking to speak with say it's about their missing son, Jory."

Sheriff Birman wasn't keen on hearing that. The Garfields were the richest family in the region and held great influence over what went on around here.

"Great! Okay, I'll handle this."


The sheer panic coursing through Kimberly's veins was indescribable. Everyone else would have taken off running by now, but Kimberly had to take action to prevent the maniac from endangering any other citizens. She gripped a tranquilizer gun in her hands, trying to ignore the sweat pouring from them.

The monstrous bulldozer that was Jason Voorhees stormed towards her. No point in making any orders or bargains. Human words could not break through the brick wall the killer put up. Kimberly knew better.

She shot a few rounds of high-potency darts into his chest. The facility's science division had manufactured them specifically for such dire circumstances. They were supposed to take effect within seconds.

Yet Jason kept coming. Kimberly guessed he didn't even feel them. He simply shrugged them off.

"Shit!"

Why weren't tranquilizers working this time? Screw this. She pounded the emergency button on her panel. An ear piercing siren sounded to all rooms within the prison.

Jason seemed undeterred by the noise and the panic it would infuse in the hearts of all who heard it. He had spotted his prey: a pathetic human that thought escape was possible. Unfortunately for her, there was no way out.

Kimberly had now reached for a high-powered rifle. The bullets she shot did nothing against the beast.

Jason had had enough of this feeble attempt at fighting back. Wasn't this person aware of how many times he had been fired at over the years?

Kimberly had been backing up to keep distance between her and this...she didn't even know what to call him. To her, Jason was an animal that had escaped its cage and was fueled by an instinct to kill. Maybe she was right.

Soon, she had backed up against the door to the room. Empty clicks alerted her that the gun had run out of ammo. Her fate was sealed.

On the other side, two of the nearest guards were standing at the ready.

"Kim!" one of them shouted. "What's going on?!"

His voice was barely heard above the shrieking siren. He didn't even remember the last time this alarm had been pulled. Usually, any escaped prisoners were detained without incident. Then again, this was no ordinary criminal.

The guards were met with screams of agony from Kimberly's end. What exact torture Jason was inflicting on her could only exist in their darkest imaginations. They could only conclude she was being ripped apart.

A pool of blood poured out from beneath the door. Their reflections of horror were displayed in its redness.

Her screams faded away into the siren's disconcerting sound. The blood continued to run as a lake at the guards' feet.

Another human life had fallen at the hands of Jason Voorhees, and it wouldn't be long before all souls in the prison felt Jason's wrath.

The one-track mind of the murderer realized one thing. He had to find Dawn. And it meant little to him who had to suffer between now and when he would see her again.