Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 52

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Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 52

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Once Jason had made his decision, he knew, at that moment, it was the best thing he could have ever done. The amazing thing was that it was on a pure whim. He did not plan this beforehand; analyze the possibilities of the reactions that could be received, or how to respond to said reactions if they were to be given. He didn’t even think of how to do it once the decision was made in his mind. He just did it.


Jason made his way back to his home as normal as you possibly ever could after just killing four people. He could feel the blood from his kill soak through to his skin and through his glove and he didn’t regret one drop of it. He was still seething from the kill. He was still feeling an awful yearning for blood being splattered all over the ground, coating it with the revenge of sins. He gripped his trusted machete tightly in his right hand and his eye darted about wildly in a hopeful search for some other unfortunate idiot who happened to stumble into his field of vision. He knew this was unlikely, since he only saw four people come into his campsite, but it was possible for more to pop out of nowhere sometimes. It has happened before, no doubt.

But it didn’t seem to be happening today.

By the time he reached the house, his temper was ablaze with the fact that he had no one else to kill anymore.

That is, until he heard squeals come from upstairs.

There was someone he could still kill.

Jason made his way up the stairs, his feet slamming hard on the already weak wooden stairs. He loved to intimidate and scare the daylights out of his victims if he gets the chance.

It was somewhat annoying to do at some points, since they usually, if not always, ran away from him. He wasn’t a real fan of running, but in certain cases, like tonight, it was somewhat necessary, even if they didn’t run. Nevertheless, he felt the need to run in certain situations.

When Jason made his way into the guest bedroom, he saw the bed shake, and doing so caused his rage to hit close to the same peak it did when he listened to those revolting boys.

The bed was shaking just like it would be if a couple was in it, committing an awful, unforgivable sin of destroying innocence.

The very thought made him sick, even though he knew very well that Destiny wouldn’t do such a thing. He yanked the covers off her body.

Jason heard Destiny scream at the sight of him.

How many times has he gone through something like that? Everyone screamed at the sight of him.

This wasn’t anything new. He took a long, unnecessary amount of time just looking down at her. She had changed into her night clothes again, the same ones she had on the past two nights. He realized how much smaller she looked with them on, which was strange to him. You’d think wearing bigger clothes would make someone look bigger, and yet she looked as if she was a child, especially since she was still holding her stuffed dog. Her face was pale. This wasn’t something he was used to yet. Sure, he had seen other people with the same skin whenever they were scared, but Destiny looked as if her life was flashing before her eyes just by looking at his state. He could see fresh, clean, clear tears start to form in the corners of her widened brown eyes. She was the exact, textbook definition of what a person looked like when they thought they were about to die. Jason liked that. He could feel the fear radiating off of her, just like it did when they first met. It felt so good. And she looked so vulnerable. Usually kills like this were short and quick, but he would have to make this one last…he NEEDED it to.

Destiny made a move to get away from him, but Jason’s muscles reacted before he even had time to think. His hands snapped around her waist and he lifted her up clean into the air, her face eye level with his. His eye bored into hers, but he was now trying to understand exactly why he had done such a thing. Just a few seconds ago, he wanted to kill Destiny…and now, he’s holding her…

…Wait…did he just think he wanted to KILL her?

Kill HIS Destiny? No! No, no, no, NO! He could NEVER kill his Destiny! Never! Not in a million-!
“Jason…Jason, Honey, calm down…”

Jason felt his stomach clench at his mother’s soothing voice in his ear.

“You don’t want to kill little Destiny, do you? I know you don’t…you’re just a little bloodthirsty still, Darling…but you would never kill little Destiny…look at her…”

Jason’s eye bored more into her fearful face.

He could feel her body trembling in his hands and he heard little whimpers wisp out between her pale lips.

“She’s yours, Jason…your little girl…you couldn’t kill such a pretty face, could you? Such an innocent, angelic little girl…you can’t bring yourself to kill her…you just can’t…”