Jason Voorhees Stories Novels & Stories

Ten kilos vanished in a few months. “Depression,” the doctor declared. Dad dragged him across continents, chasing better doctors. In the middle of all that, Jason went to the U.S. And there, he met Heidi. Since then, he has been breathing again. A little longer. A little deeper. Maybe, with time, the darkness would have loosened its grip completely. But then... all of this has happened. After a while, I take my leave. Outside, Heidi and Jason walk me to the door, along with Mr Shaw. Jason ruffles my hair softly, the anger gone from his eyes. “Take care. If there’s any problem, call me.” His softness makes my chest ache.

Call me weird, but I do like meaningful names. "What happened? Can you tell me who you were running from?" I squatted in front of him. He was still sitting on the bed. "Bad guys ran after us," Jason said. He paused and stared at me briefly. "They wanted something mummy couldn't give to them. So, they plan on killing both of us." I nodded, listening intently. I didn't think Jason was finished with what he was saying, even though he stopped after a few sentences. I didn't blame him for that. He was a kid, after all, and for a child his age, he sure did speak well.

"Jason, what do you want?" "Nothing, I just want to tell you a little story. Story about Fred and my fiancée, I want you to know why I hate Fred to the core" he drops a tray in front of me, I didn't even notice the tray in his hands. "But before I tell you the story, you have to finish this food" "I'm not hungry, tell me the story" He smiles. "Ok. It all started since we were kids, my father is the number one Mafia boss in italy, Matteo"

Then, he bought me some daily necessities before taking me back to my rented apartment. After Ethan left, the apartment fell silent. Thunder boomed outside. I crouched alone in the corner of my bed, clinging to the blanket as I cried silently. Scenes from all those years flashed through my mind. - I met Jason during our sophomore year of university. Back then, he secretly ran a stall on campus selling girls' accessories. My roommate and I happened to pass by, and I fell in love with a snowflake-shaped hair clip made with acrylic gems. But he was selling it quite expensively at the time. Eighty dollars.

"What?" "Nothing," he said. Jason smiled slightly. "What's your favorite subject?" "History." "Why?" "I like stories." "What kind of stories?" Jason looked out of the window. "The ones where people find out they were important the whole time." My grip tightened around the steering wheel. Ethan slowly turned toward me, but neither of us said anything. Jason continued looking outside. If he was really my son, then his survival raised questions I had spent years believing I would never have to ask.

He sighed deeply and folded his hands to his chest. “Earlier, something crazy happened after I fought with one dude I have no idea of”, Jason explained and again, I was shocked. “You fought?” The three of us yelled out of our lungs since that was the last thing we expected from Jason. “Yes! I fought and I don’t regret that”, he declared defiantly, making us more puzzled than we were already. “And why did you fight?” We all asked him. “He was hanging out with Kayla. Afterwards, something happened. I mean, I can’t really explain it but I got stuck on the ground…I couldn’t move my body”, Jason stuttered, obviously still in shock by whatever it was that happened to him.

Sky responded that the tale wasn't theirs alone to tell, as it involved others, and perhaps his parents had hidden the truth believing it was for the best. After his sixth shot, Sky and Ace decided Jason had enough; he was now unable to stand or walk straight while trying to throw punches at Ace but missing each time he swung. When questioned by Sky and Ace about how he met Heaven, Jason declared he was walking in the woods on patrol when he caught her scent, and when they looked at each other their wolf yelled, mate. They exchanged doubtful glances, but he insisted it was true, challenging their disbelief.

I just wіѕh I dіdn’t hаvе tо bе thе оnе to have brоught these dеtаіlѕ tо lіght. Bеfоrе I саn thіnk аnу mоrе аbоut іt, Jason tеllѕ me hе wants tо gо bасk to the nіght of thе kidnapping. “I wаnt уоu dо thе ѕаmе thing wе dіd before. Just free flоw. Tell me whаt уоu rеmеmbеr now, аnd I’ll ask questions аftеrwаrd. You can juѕt ѕtаrt whеrеvеr уоu want to ѕtаrt, okay?”

"Thanks ma." "So where is the newest father?" Jason's mother asked and Rhea squirmed a little, when Jason had zoomed off in his Bugatti, she had known that he needed air, but she had also felt he would be back by then, and so she had to face his mother and Tanner, alone. "Oh, he went to get something from the grocery store," she lied, not so smoothly. "Why would Jason be going shopping, when they are a lot of maids to do that?" Tanner asked and if looks could kill then Rhea who have buried him, six feet under.

She asked Tom, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Why don’t you sit, Olivia, and I will tell you everything,” Tom said. Tom told her everything from the beginning after she sat. “I found Jason near the shore four years ago; it was a miracle that he survived, but unfortunately, he lost his memory. He gained consciousness after a few days, but he couldn’t remember anything, not even his name. Because he was underage, and we couldn’t find anyone in his family. The police decided to put him in childcare, but I knew how horrible they are. So I took him home.