Hello everyone, it has been some time and I am sorry for it, but here is the first chapter of my story.
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"Thoughts and whispers"
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How long has it been? – a voice no different from a young adult was heard in this dark space- I want to see mother again- the voice then remembered something else- H-How is Trevor? He should be fine right? -The voice said in a worried tone.
This voice was none other than Jason before the massacres, the kid turned man who wanted friends, and the friend of one Trevor Campbell.
He was waiting for the day his body would reanimate again, after the last time, he noticed that if he saw someone familiar, he could control his body from the curse of his mother, but just then he heard a voice.
Jason, it is time to wake up. – Said the voice of a woman who he knew well, his mother, Pamela Voorhes, but this time it was different – Dear, it seems your friend is here.
With just those words Jason was speechless and terrified for Trevor.
Wait mother don't do it – Jason was frantically trying to not wake up- I do not wish to harm my friend! – He shouted in this dark space trying to reason with her.
There was no response and he was worried and feared for the sake of his friend.
I hope you are safe and sound after I wake up – Those where his last thoughts before the curse started.
Narrator P.O.V
Kids, did you finished putting everything in your shack's? – Trevor asked as he was waiting outside, it was night time and he wanted to start a fireplace with his kids – Jason! Elisabeth! Come on, we will be late! – And he was right they were late to the fireplace, but that saved them from Jason's initial assault.
Before Trevor could scream more, and the kids coming to him could catch up to him, scream and echo's of death filled the air as Jason Vorhees was Taking care of the other campers.
D-d-d-dad? What is that sound? – His youngest asked with worry in his voice.
Trevor P.O.V
Oh no – This was bad, he heard of the new about the massacre that happened here last year- I THOUGHT IT WAS ALREADY OVER!, but it doesn't matter now, what matters is getting the kids out of here- that train of thought was cut short when i noticed that the kids looked at something behind me.
As soon as I turned around, I saw something shocking, a 6'5'' man with a hockey mask and a machete in one hand, the other was closing up to his face as he saw me.
Narrator P.O.V
At the moment he's hand reached his face, Jason took off his mask a bit, revealing his face.
At that instant Trevor was speechless, he recognized that face!
Jason? – he asked in a soft whisper that only he and the man could hear – Oh lord, you are alive! I am so happy to see you – He said as he was getting closer and gave him a hug.
Jason was taken aback but gave back the hug in return, then he saw the children, he was puzzled and moved his head in a questioning tone.
Noticing Trevor says – Oh sorry for not presenting them until now – Trevor signaled his kids to come closer – Kids this is someone you two could consider an uncle and also the one I remembered to name Jason – That revelation took both sides by surprise but the kids started feeling safer near Jason, and Jason started to feel the curse was actually lifting!, he was so greatfull.