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- 1-Crystal lake Remake (The prequel)
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{Story Codes: M/F, voilence(of
course this is a Jason centric Fic after all!), and maybe some others in later
chapters as this is a new plot baby and not fully developed past the smut scene
yet!
Disclaimer: I Own no rights to Friday The Thirteenth anything. I am a poor fangirl who doesn't need further lawsuits. This fic is written for the enjoyment of myself andfellow fans, not for monitary purposes or violation of any Idea Ownership laws. Any and all original character ideas and plot lines are mine though! All Original Content is Copyright The Flamekaat
}
{{ //stuff
inside these double slashy things is telpathic speech. Mostly used by Jason//}}
{{A/N This
is going to be a prequel fic for my remake of the Jason X Movie. While I loved
Freddy Versus Jason I thought that Jason X Sucked so
much ass it wasn�t even funny. After All they ruined Jason and then remade him!
That wasn�t right! Well for the others who feel even mildly revolted by this
remake I am undoing the damage wrought to our favorite slasher, though he will
sometimes be ooc that�s the fun of fanfiction now isn�t it? With that long and
exceptionally boring rant over with �OOONNN with the show!}}

She could hear the crunch crunch
crunching of their footsteps as they chased after her. She was only seven! What
did she do to make the mean men want to hurt her? She wondered as she ran. She
kept running and running towards the lake and the old camp that lay beyond. She
may only be seven but her swimming skills had earned her the nickname little
fish. She reached the lake and started swimming, knowing that the mean men
weren�t far behind, One of them called out drunkenly to her but she was not
foolish enough to accept his word that they didn�t want to hurt her. They were
the strangers that every mother warned her children about and her mother had
been no different.

She swam and swam for what seemed
in her child�s mind to be hours until she finally crossed the lake. In truth it
had only taken the strong little girl about three quarters of one hour to cross
the wide expanse Se clamored out of the lake to find her path of further flight
blocked by a large hulking figure. At first she thought it was one of the bad
men, but then she realized that it was the scary legendary thingy that used to
be a person. It was Jason Vorhees!

//They won�t hurt you little girl.
I will punish them for their sins and they will never hurt anyone again.// The funny voice in her head spoke softly but it was also
soothing she nodded then collapsed, her young body spent from the exhausting
flight across the woods and the lake.

When she woke up her new found
protector was carrying her into an old battered fisherman�s shack that sat back
a little ways from the edge of the lake. He obviously lived inside it for it
had been kept somewhat cleaner then if it was abandoned and several pieces of
clothing hung on string, drying from being washed. One such shirt was dry and
he put her down on the floor before giving it to her.

//In this weather you will get sick
unless you put on something dry. I will loan you my
shirt while your things dry. Here. I will not look so you can change.// Which was exactly what he did. The t-shirt had several holes
but it did cover her from neck to mid calf it was so big. She handed her
things up to him including her power puff girls
panties and socks. He clipped everything to the clothesline that hung across
the shack with old fashioned wooden clothespins.

//Hop up on my
cot and rest. I will send you dry back to the searchers that your mother
will surely be sending out to look for you soon.// He didn�t say that he was
going to go out and kill all the bad men horribly. However the little seven
year old knew that was exactly what he did to bad people. He especially did that
to bad people who came around his lake. These bad men who liked to hurt little
girls totally had whatever bad things he had planned for them coming.

She lay down on the surprisingly
soft cot and slept hard for she didn�t know how long. She woke to a soft touch
from the one who had saved her. //There are searchers
now and your things are dry and warm. Are you ready to go?//
She nodded sleepily and waited till he had turned his back, then changed back
into her clothing. She put her shoes on carefully, still uncertain as to which
one was left foot and which one was right.

He carefully led her outside the
door and sent her on a path. Before releasing her though he marked the number
of turns she must take each way to get to the base camp that the searchers had
organized. The red stuff that he dipped his finger into was thick like finger
paints and smelled funny he marked a thee on her left
hand then a six on her right. That would lead her up the paths and game trails
to her mother at the base camp.

The little girl ran along, only
throwing back one heart felt thank you to the strange being that had saved her
when she reached the first turning , but Jason Vorhees
was already gone.
***~***
�So, despite all that the law enforcement
has done to help save good people from this menace in the end it was left up to
one homicidal spirit to slay the vile miscreants and save my baby girl! How can
I possibly think anything else but that you are all fools? That they slunk into
the perfectly serene region and only one vengeful lost soul noticed. That makes
it obvious that you are all fools. They would have raped and killed their way
through this community�s children until their were none left, then started in on the defenseless young teenagers then the
women. For what reason should I believe anything you have to
say? It would be better if I were to trust that butcher out in the woods
then You!�

Her mommy was angry, so she
carefully edged away from where the sheriff was getting �his ass chewed� as her
daddy often said, and asked a nice female officer for
a pen and piece of paper. She carefully shaped her letters and tried to make
nice structured sentences like her teacher in school taught her. Once she was
done she asked for a tack from the people who had been about to put up missing
posters of her and went over to the clearing�s edge. There she tacked up her
note with the name JASON scrawled on the outside in florally ornamented childish
lettering.

Weeks went by and no one dared to
enter the area around the lake but the officers who so carefully removed the
remains of his latest kills. One lifted a severed arm and laughed. �Look sarge
this was definitely one of those motorcycle riding
child killers sir!� The mark that the bad men who had chased the little one all
shared looked even more stark on the half rotted
flesh.

�Quit playing with body parts Wilson and get back to
work!� The older pot bellied sheriff ordered his deputy. He however was not as
harsh as he could have been. He too was happy that the threat the criminals
posed to the surrounding community and even the surrounding states was ended.
They had been to dangerous to seek to capture and hold
for trial. Or so the man thought.

Jason read his intentions as easily
as any other man would read a newspaper. He had grandchildren around the age of
the favorite type of prey for the now dead criminals, and he was out and out
glad that they were all dead. It was strange for Jason for anyone to approve of
his slaughtering anyone. Usually someone was upset, but this time they were almost�gleeful?

He went back to the fisherman�s
shack that served him for home now and calmly set to cleaning his weapons. His
eyes fell on the stark white paper of the note, pinned to the wall by the same
tack that had held it secure to the tree until he retrieved it the next night.
Little Molly Estelle Lourdes had signed her name on the bottom of her sweet
thank you with a flourish. He was beginning to wonder why he had kept the thing
in the first place. It made him feel strangely soft and warm inside when he
thought of the little author of the small work of art. She had even drawn a pen
art picture of him holding her hand, his bloody machete in the other, or at
least that was what he thought it was supposed to be.

He startled awake from the half
trance that cleaning his weapons always made him fall into at the almost
unknown sound. Finally his mind registered what it was,
someone was actually knocking at his door!

He opened the faded wooden portal
to find just about what he had expected. There standing on his doorstep, looking
up at him with a loving smile, was little Molly Lourdes. In her hands she held
a sloppily wrapped present. He stepped aside and let her in. When she offered
up the gift he took it as if it were the greatest honor he could ever receive.

//New t-shirts.
Thank you Molly.// He acknowledged the gift politely
before putting them in a drawer in the old battered dresser he had taken from
mothers house. With that began one of the strangest friendships anyone had ever
heard of. The child turned eight, then nine, then ten, then eleven, yet still
she continued to come around to visit him. She came more often during the
summer months and showed him that she had learned to swim even better. She
paddled around the lake like a champ and he told her so.

�Thanks Jason. I am going to be on
the junior high swim team this year! I bet I�ll win a medal I�ll bet I will!�
She continued to babble excitedly about this and that and everything in her
small life. He let the sound wash over him. Her voice, though high pitched was
not squeaky or annoying, but sweet and beautiful.
Time passed and he noticed very
little of it save for the cycling of seasons which changed the gear his ever
present guest wore to visit him. Then one day he heard struggles and a vocal
fight going on nearby. He would have ignored it like Molly had suggested he do
but� that voice was Molly�s!

He came carefully and silently to
the site of the altercation and scowled behind his mask at what he saw. Just as
he came within sight a young boy struck Molly across the face hard enough to
send her reeling to the ground. �Jason�� She muttered softly, but it was as if
she had shouted right into his ear.

�No one believes that dumb ass
story of yours anymore you stupid fucking bitch. Jason isn�t your buddy, he
isn�t even real. He�s just a local boogie man that the parents around her use
to frighten their kids into being good. I�URK!� Molly
looked up at her violent attacker to find that he had sprouted about half a machete
through the stomach.

She grinned. �He was real enough to
do that wasn�t he?� Her would be rapist
was knocked aside, the machete coming free when Jason kicked the now cooling
corpse out of the way with one huge kick. She held out her arms to the violent remnant that
was Jason and found herself scooped up and cuddled to his chest.

�I was so afraid Jason. He was
going to�� Jason�s Huge hand silenced her speech
before she even got out half of what she was going to say.

//I know
Molly. It�s all right now.// He carried her as easily
as he had years ago when she was a little child. She was fourteen now and had
grown long limbed and tall, but she was still light in weight enough that her
daddy could pick her up and throw her into the pool at home. For Jason, who was
so supernaturally strong, she must seem to weigh almost nothing at all.
She sat with her friend and played
checkers of all things until it was getting dark and time for her to go home. //Your
Father will worry if you do not return soon.// he led
her to the edge of the wood that was closest to her neighborhood and watched
until she safely entered her home down the block from the woodlot.
***

Molly�s sixteenth birthday was
spent in isolation pretty much. Her best girlfriend Ginny was the only one to
come to her birthday party despite the invites she had handed out to most of
her class. The party closed early pretty much and she sent a third of the cake
home with Ginny for her and her three brothers to eat. The third that had cut
pieces out of it she left on the counter for her step sibs to eat. She had never
been much of a sweet fanatic like they were, even in her younger days.

She put the card she had gotten
today from her mother on the wall in her room with scotch tape and took the
last bit of the cake down the street and into the woods. From here it was eight
right turns and four left turns to the fisherman�s shack. Then she just went
in. He had said it was alright for her to dispense with knocking and just come
in. She entered and sat down at the small table where they would play checkers
and now she had even taught him chess. She sat the plate of saran wrapped cake
down by the game board and tidied the place up a bit while she waited.

Soon enough Jason was back and he
had a pair of now dead rabbits in his hand. It shocked her to see that he had
used the nice new compound bow she had bought him for his own long uncelebrated
birthday last year. She had hoped he would use it and not just hang it on the
wall, but she hadn�t had much hope.

//Happy Birthday Molly. Did your Father
get you the car you wanted?// His soft thought voice
said. She shook her head. Her father had not gotten her anything, saying that
he was working on getting her something special and it was taking longer then
expected. She explained that and she had the strangest feeling that Jason was
scowling behind the ever present hockey mask. She had only seen the sight
behind the mask once. She still had to fight down the wave of pity and sorrow
for him every time she thought of it, even now.
//Here then.
Rabbit. Your favorite small game animal.// She smiled up at him and he actually turned away as if embarrassed.
She took thg kng knife he allowed her to use, the hunting knife that had
belonged to his dear mother, and used it to skin the animals. They weren�t
fluffy cute bunnies, these were the big jackrabbit types and she had to be careful not to cut herself
while she skinned and gutted them.
The camp stove she had brought out
here for her use when she was visiting Jason sputtered to life and she started
heating the big iron skillet over it. One whole rabbit would fit whole into the
pot if she lay out al the parts right. She was good at this by now and soon the
rabbit meat was browned and yet still moist and she pulled it off the stove.

Jason did not need to eat, but on
special days he would eat whatever food she ether brought from home or prepared.
He was actually well mannered when he ate, though he turned his back on his
tamatemate so that she would not be put off her food by his face. He ate slowly
his cake and his rabbit cut into small bite sized pieces and chewed the proper
amount of times. She cleaned up once they were done and put the few camp plates
and the leftover cake back in the wooden crate that she kept all her stuff in
here.

When she went home that night her
Step Mother Jane smiled kindly at her and presented her with her father�s
present. Daddy was working late again but the card, written in his handsome
script told her everything. She was going for the Summer
to see her Mother in Florida!
She danced around happily with Jane, the two of them laughing aloud, then she
went to bed and dreamed happy dreams of swimming in the bright blue water with
her mother and a beautiful dolphin. She ran to tell her friend Ginny about the
present early that next morning. Ginny was excited for her,
after all getting to spend the summer in Florida
was something most people at Crystal
Lake could only dream about.

When she ran out to the woods and
told Jason, he was just as happy for her as Ginny had been. For a moment she
imagined him reacting as Ginny had to the news, and she giggled. Jason jumping
up and down and squealing like a little girl was a hilarious mental picture.

She had never been afraid of
anything after meeting Jason that day in the woods. Heights and flying did not
bother her at all like it did some of her fellow passengers. She was sitting
next to a twenty something exec who looked as pale as
a corpse with fear. She turned and spoke softly to the woman, soothing her
nerves and receiving a shadow of what must be the confident board room master�s
smile.

The flight only took a few hours, then the post 9/11 security checks took another three. It
was nine at night when she embraced her mother for the first time in eight long
years.

Weeks passed and the summer flew by
as summers do when we are young. She even swam with the dolphins just as she
had seen in her dream. Despite all the excitement she often found herself
thinking of home, of Crystal Lake,
and especially of Jason.

She was walking along the road in
her mother�s neighborhood when a dark van pulled up along side her. Men jumped
out and dragged her inside it. Her abduction was so forceful that her flip
flops were left on the street where she had been standing a moment before.

They had to have drugged. Sh. She
listened and pretended to still be out, thinking blurry thoughts about swimming
with the dolphins in the warm blue waters, to confuse the attempts at reading
her mind by the cold voiced man who was talking to Jason. He wanted Jason to
kill some Columbian drug lord who had ambitions on being overlord of Columbia and bringing about
it�s glory as a communist nation. With Communism being
practically a dead political order outside of China Molly didn�t get why the
man would want to do that but men were strange some times anyway.

Hours passed and the cold man
returned. Molly did not pretend to be asleep this time, knowing it would not
work. �Ah good morning Miss Molly. I was at the point
of wondering exactly how naughty you had been with our little psycho killing
machine when we first learned of you and decided to bring you in., but good
golly Miss Molly you are a virgin! That is actually a good thing for our plans
since Mr. Vorhees seems intent on keeping you that way, by violence if
necessary. So it is like this Jason my lad. If you want the lovely young miss
to stay as she is then you will do as we ask. Otherwise I might just have to
throw her in with the shock troopers and then we can all watch the fun.�

Jason struggled against the
restraints that bound them both in silent fury. She was tied to him and they
were both strapped to a metal backboard then propped upright. It was like they
had been crucified facing one another. The leather straps that held her much
shorter arms were the
third ones in from Jason�s much larger wrists the binding around his waist was
also wound around her right under her breasts.

Molly inhaled and sighed deeply,
this causing the gauzy material of her cover up to shift off of her breasts.
All that lay between them and the soft material of Jason�s shirt was the tiny
triangles of her itty bitty bikini top. She focused for a while on her
breathing and tried not to think about how being this close to Jason would be
so nice in other circumstances, she tried to not think about how much better it
would feel if she didn�t have her top on at all and maybe he didn�t have his
shirt on ether...What in the world? Was she attracted to the undead reavanant?

Molly searched her heart and sighed
as the pain welled up in her soul. She wasn�t just attracted to him, though in
her teenager�s soul that burned brightly too, she was in love with Jason
Vorhees. Her mother�s goddess spare her, she was in love with Jason!

Jason looked down at the top of
Molly�s head when he sensed her starting to cry. Her tears soaked hotly into
his shirt, equal parts emotional distress, discomfort from the bindings, and
pain from her struggling to get free with a will made her weep openly. Then a
sound of popping joints and grinding bones was heard.

�Ha got it. Bet they would have
thought twice about leaving the leg restraints so loose if they knew I was
double jointed in all my leg joints.� The not so little Molly Lourdes smiled
fiercely as she looked up at him. He had watched her grow with wonder and awe
into something so perfectly rare and beautiful and now she proved that she was
talented as well as lovely and kind. Her slender calf flexed and her foot
arched up and she carefully undid the first three restraints with her toes.

They should have posted a guard or
perhaps twenty inside this room with them. He finished undoing the restrains
and held Molly upright for a moment longer while the blood flowed back into her
slender limbs. Then he turned and kicked down the door of the room that had
been their prision. Molly stayed behind him as he took out the first four guards
with his bare hands. She scurried around over their bodies and retrieved one long blade and a
fully automatic weapon. A second much bigger knife, nearly as large as his
machete, found it�s way into his hands, the useful
product of her corpse robbing.

Blood fountained satifyingly from
the headless necks and severed limbs of the ones who would have hurt his Molly.
He rememberd that moment not so long ago when he had saved her and had first
decided she was his and not anyone elses. She didn�t know this, she only
thought they were friends, but soon, if mother approved of her, then he would
make it so that they could be together. He did not know if what he was, a
reavanant Molly called him, could give Molly the children that she diserved,
and even so if they would be deformed as he had been as a boy. Even so he was
going to approach Molly after this and give it a try.

Molly used the automatic rifle to good effect and picked up a
new gun to replace the one that had all it�s ammunition spent on this set of
guards. This was what was commonly referred to as an A.K. Her eyes gleamed and
she spoke softly to him as they searched down another tunnel for this project�s
leader and their main target.

�I am going to keep this one Jason.
I always wanted an A.K.-47. They are illegal in the state though so can I keep
it at your place when we get back?� She looked at him, the blood of their
enemies staining her porcelain flesh and making her hardened nipples show
through the fabric of the tiny swimsuit top. He decided that since mother had
gone on to her reward long ago, and summoning her up would be painful for them
both, he would let mother watch from heaven and be happy for him. She would
surely rejoice that Mrs. Vorhee�s baby boy was finally in love.

Actual obedience to the strict
discipline set up by his mother had very little to do with this decidsion. It
was mainly made by the swollen hardness in his pants, which was going to be put
to good use and hopefully soon.

Molly sighed as she leaned against
Jason and waited patiently for the arrival of her father. She had called him
the moment she found a sign that said where they were. It was the old Army base
down the state route about a hundred and fifty miles from Crystal Lake His
relieved voice on the telephone had made her feel very loved, but not as loved
as the tight embrace Jason had her in now made her feel. He pulled her onto his
lap, this far north it was already early autumn and cold for the outfit she was
wearing. Jason took off the old lumberjacks plaid
shirt he was wearing over his black t-shirt and wrapped her in it. She sighed
and cuddled close to him.

�Jason, before daddy gets here I
need to tell you something, and I want you to promise not to get mad at me.� He swore it though
he was horrified that she was going to say she wanted to move to Florida or that she had
fallen in love with some boy down there. �I am in love with you Jason.� She
admitted then she hid her blushing face against his chest.

//Molly. I understand Molly and I
will do my best to make everything alright. I�I love you as well.// He cursed the stutter that had plagued his real voice as
a boy. She might think he was hesitating to tell her how he felt!

Molhoughough only heard the message
behind his declaration of love not the tones that it was delivered in. She
hugged him as hard as she could, then sat contentedly
in his arms while he rubbed the injured flesh of her ankles that was still
swollen from her forceful tugs in the restraints. �Best not tell father just
yet. He will be livid as it is when he finds out.� She warned. Jason smirked
behind his mask. Mr. Lourdes would be livid true, but only if he found out what
Jason�s real intentions were! Jason knew his dear mother would forgive him, but
he didn�t want to wait until he married his Molly any more.
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