The Love of Jason Voorhees.....

[Leigh Vale]

Setting: A small mental hospital outside of Crystal Lake, inside a tiny room sits a woman of 28, long blonde hair, clear blue eyes, a petite build and a broken heart. Leigh has been confined to these four walls for 12 years- since the day she gave birth to a stillborn baby boy, Jason Voorhees II. The death of her beloved Jason, taken untimely at age 18 was already enough to drive her mad, but the loss of their baby, her only link left to him, was too much to bear.

The papers have declared that Jason isn't dead, that he's this monster serial killer on the loose, killing everything in his sight. Leigh refuses to believe this- although she would love to believe he was alive. Day after day she sits in her hospital bed, rocking a sleeping baby boy doll, singing lullaby after lullaby to him- never speaking another word to anyone.

" Is he alive, or isn't he?" Leigh thinks to herself as she rocks her "Baby", "and if he is alive, when is he coming to get me, he can't leave me here like this- we were going to get married, have a family, have a life together- I don't care what happened- I dove into the lake after him, I tried, I tried so hard to find him- I nearly died trying to save him- if he is alive he MUST come back for me"-....


Players *In additon to myself *Leigh Vale*: Jason Voorhees, Anna: Leigh's Nurse, Mrs. Voorhees: Jason's Mother, Campers and Staff at Crystal Lake...

 

[Leigh Vale]

If you are interested or might be interested in this story, e-mail me @ carly_s21@yahoo.com....

 

[Leigh Vale]

For Z-

Here begins the series:


Jason and Leigh have been coming to Camp Crystal Lake for nearly 10 years together. Over the years, they're relationship has turned from youthful friends to adult lovers. Leigh's family was very wealthy and had little time for her- basically out of sight, out of mind was what she was to her parents. Pamela Sue took her in and loved her as her own child. In Pamela's eyes she was the only one truly worthy of the love of her only son, Jason.

During their last summer together at Crystal Lake, Leigh becomes pregnant. Jason assures her to not worry, in September he'll be leaving for the military- he knows he'll be stationed far away from her family, and together they can start anew. That night he asks her to marry him. Leigh is excited about the upcoming marriage and birth of their baby. Hiding the pregnancy is becoming harder as the months go by. It is now late August, the heat is unbearable and in only a week, all the campers will be returning home. While out swimming near the pier Jason becomes numb, unable to move his legs. He begins thrashing his arms in the water trying to swim to shore.

Leigh who is in a nearby cabin hears his cries and runs outside, seeing Jason drowning. She runs to the pier, diving off as he goes completely under. Pamela Sue can be heard in the background screaming and crying as other campers run to the site. Leigh dives continuiously, trying to find him, she dives literally to the point of exaustion. She begins to drown herself... She is pulled out of the water by a lifeguard who was no where to be found on his shift. When Leigh is pulled from the water she is not breathing. After rescue breathingi s performed on her, she begins to throw up water, turning over onto her side, the wet clothing showing her growing belly as she cries, struggling to get back to the water to look for Jason.

Leigh is taken to the hospital, where she is examed and determined to be 4 months pregnant. Jason's body is never found. On Halloween, a memorial service is performed for Jason at Crystal Lake, and a headstone is placed in a cememtery not far from the lake. Leigh sat on the ground beside of his headstone, hugging it tightly until she was taken away by orderlies from the local mental institution. Her parents, after finding out she was pregnant, disowned her, blaming Pamela Sue for everything, forbid her (Pamela Sue) to see Leigh, locking her up in the institution until such time as she was "rehabilitated". Her family, however, did agree to allow Pamela Sue to adopt the baby whenever it was born- only Leigh's baby boy was a still born.

She held her tiny cold baby in her arms, the last link she had to her beloved Jason. As the doctors took the baby from her arms, she sobbed. The doctors wouldn't allow Leigh to attend the funeral or graveside services for her baby. The baby, Jason Voorhees II was buried beside of his father. To this day Leigh has never seen the grave of her baby, and refuses to believe he is dead. Her compassionate nurse, Anna, brought her a baby boy doll, wrapped in the blanket her baby had been wrapped in after he was delivered. Leigh doesn't speak to anyone. On occasion she can be found in her bed rocking her baby doll, singing a lullaby. The only thing that has kept her going is the headlines and gossip of the employees- the word that her beloved may indeed still be alive---

 

[Zircon]

Jason Voorhees

The bubbles looked real pretty. The play of the rainbow colors on its surface was entertaining. There, on the sides of peripheral vision, more bubbles. The shafts of light were like swords, trying to reach the depths. An invisible wind of water swayed the river grass like ballerinas dancing on the stage, being lighted up. Ah! A veritable cornucopia of a symphony of colors and light to accompany the ballet.

There... a few more bubbles.

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he...

...He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...

"Dad! Do we HAVE to listen to this song?" The tousled hair young man asked exasperatedly.

"Well, we did listen you Bubba Sparx and your Washington Park, so now it's my turn to choose the songs, and it's the Doors." A laughter followed, as Jim concentrated on the winding dirt road ahead of him. The slush presented no problems for his 4-wheel drive SUV, the gas-guzzling behemoth of a vehicle.

"Dad, it's Linkin Park, not Washington. You know, Abraham Lincoln, not George Washington..." the adolescent glared at his dad, as he shook his head at the vast generation gap between himself and his father.

"Washington or Lincoln, who cares?! It's still my turn, and it's gonna be Jim Morrison for president, son," the older man replied rather primly, and adjusted his spectacles on the nose bridge.

Jim Hardy drove as carefully as he could manage. It actually took very little persuasion on Jim's part to convince his son, Jimmy to come along on this ice fishing trip. School had restarted for Jimmy, after the laziness of the Christmas break, but still being cooped up for an entire weekend in the house together with his mother and two older sisters was more than Jimmy could bear. It was more than the elder Jim could bear as well. The house was the typical suburban 4 bedrooms and 2 ½ baths one, but the enforced confinement due to the heavy winter storms was getting on everyone's nerves, not to mention the claustrophobic feelings emerging.

"Hey dad, what's in that box?" Jimmy asked after that song ended.

"Oh! It's nothing," Jim replied with a mysterious smile.

"No, it's not nothing..." said Jimmy as he handled the case forward to rest on his laps. The non-reflective color of the box must hold something of value, otherwise Jimmy's dad would not be so tightlipped, Jimmy thought. It was a simple box, one of those shaped to hold power tools, but the weight of it did not suggest a power drill. It was too light. Without asking for permission, Jimmy opened it. Jim could hear the gasps of his son as the contents were revealed.

"Umm... Dad... what on earth is this? It looks somewhat like a needle but..." Jimmy twisted the clear plastic-wrapped device in his hands, turning it in every direction trying to figure out what kind of new toy this was that his dad had bought. And Jimmy knew that it was bought, not given since the quality the of the stainless steel looked to be too expensive to give away.

"Well... It's nothing really. It's just an injection nozzle for foam. Just your run-of-the-mill thing. You're probably not interested in it," Jim said, hoping that his evasiveness will work, although he knew that his son was not stupid, just lazy. When it counted, his son could be brighter than the father. Unfortunately, those times were far and few in between.

Jimmy was not buying that tidbit of information as he immediately suspected subterfuge and evasion. He merely asked, "Does mom know about this?"

"Um... No, she doesn't. And she's not gonna know. What is this? Hustling you old man now?" Jim replied with no small trace of sarcasm in voice. Plus a bit of mirth as well.

"Not really. And that's the truth, until the next time I need money... I overheard mom say that business was not as good last year, so expenses are gonna be tight. So give it up dad."

"Oh okay. Promise me that you wouldn't tell mom about this. " Jim glared momentarily at his smiling son. "This is the injection port for the new type of foam application in mining and drilling. The foam is injected into a hole, and when it expands, it will break of chunks of rock..." Jim, with two thumbs on the wheel made the wiggling gesture of an explosion with the rest of his fingers. The sides of his lips twisted into what could only be described as an evil smile. The up and down wiggling of his thick eyebrows added to the effect. This expressions brought a reciprocating smile from Jimmy. Bringing his eyes back to the road and driving, Jim continued, "It's sort of a replacement for the old dynamite and blast technique. The methods are still experimental though, but there have been good results, and that is encouraging. This is a scaled-down model from the ultra heavy industry one. I thought it might help with our construction company, especially with the clearing of land. Besides, you know me. You get to play with that toy as much as I do. But seriously, mom does not need to know about this, or how much I'd spent on it."

"Hehehe! Okay dad. Mom will not hear about from me. So, when do we get to test it out?" Jimmy said, with misplaced enthusiasm, or at least misplaced in Jim's opinion.

"Well, your mother is supposed to be going to Atlanta next week, so how does next week sound to you?" Jim said with an equal amount of enthusiasm. The cliché about boys and their toys did really apply to this father and son.

Suddenly, Jimmy exclaimed, "Hey Dad! Look! I thought we're going to be alone out here at Aunt Alice's old cabin. What are those nice cars doing here?" The nice cars that Jimmy were referring to was made up of expensive and brand new SUV Cadillacs. Jim shook his head to his son and watched as he slowed his vehicle down and made for a empty space to park.

Jim's older sister, Alice Hardy, owned this cabin which now stood in front of the two men. It wasn't a grand cabin, just a place to sleep and shelter from the weather. A few years more, and this cabin would be deemed too old and rotted to be safely used. Not many people knew about this cabin and the nearby Crystal Lake. This was why the father and son were surprised at the visitors.

It was safe to say that the new arrivals would get their answers soon enough. As Jimmy was unloading the camping gear, a man dressed in expensive winter clothing came out of the cabin. The elder Jim waved the man over.

"Hi there. I'm Jim Hardy and this is my son Jimmy. My sister owns the cabin there. And you are?" Jim asked, extending his hand, with his curiosity pique since as the man came closer and he saw the flash of gold around the man's neck and a big diamond stud on the left ear. This man was clearly one of the yuppies from the city.

Taking the outstretched hand and shaking it vigorously, the man said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Hardy. Hi Jimmy. Nice to meet you as well. I'm Brandon Wells. I'm a real estate agent, up here with a few clients, looking for suitable property."

Jim smiled and shook his head, "Property for? I doubt it very much that I'm going to sell this cabin here. Besides, my sister specifically left it to me."

"Well, Mr. Hardy, my, shall we say upscale clients, are in the market for some forest and park-like property. This place, and the lake seems like the perfect place. And we're not talking about loose change here either. My clients can be very accommodating to those who are cooperative, if you get my drift..." Brandon did finish his sentence as all the men outside immediate turned to where a squeal was emerging from the cabin.

"Hahaha! You can't catch me..." A sweet, sonorous voice shouted. What was riveting the men's attention however was that she was a blonde, buxom lady, who only had a string bikini on. Although she was also clad in calf-high snow boots. Jim, and Jimmy as well, felt their eyes unblinking as they followed her movements, the chest bouncing to equal the throbbing felt elsewhere from their hearts.

Jim whispered to his son, after a long while of silence, and after that woman ran back into the cabin, "Make you deal, son. I'll teach you how to drive and let you use the car if you promise not to tell your mother about this, ever. Deal?"

"It's a deal, dad," Jimmy swallowed hard, as he tried to get his raging hormones back under control. But the clear outline of the erect nipples was hard to forget and ignore. The bikini was so skimpy that there might be more material on the left sleeve of his t-shirt.

"Is that Mrs. Wells?" Jim asked.

"Oh no! Definitely not. My wife is away in Europe at the moment. I think I can trust your discretion, Mr. Hardy. Why don't the both of you come in for a hot drink. We can talk some more, out from this wind." Brandon added the last few sentences with a mischievous grin, after Jim raised his eyebrow when learnt of the truth. The squeals of few more female voices in the cabin made Jim pause momentarily. Oh, maybe about a few seconds or so, give and take...

The sun had long since passed its zenith and was ready to depart to give way to its sister, the moon. The night was going to be cold, but crystal clear, as there was nary a cloud in sight. The surface of the lake was like a mirror, calm and reflective. Even the fishes had more sense to seek deeper and warmer waters. On the best of nights, this was the calmest place on earth. The most peaceful. Some people might argue about that. But to each his or her own.

It was here, among the pebbled shores that love was found, and lost. Like most things, what was lost could be found again. Love transcended time and space. And along the shores of Crystal Lake, this was about to come true.

A cry for help, tiny and quite inaudible, was also lost amongst the cacophony of people of thought themselves important enough to be heard. But somehow, it got through to the one person who needed to hear it.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end...

 

[Leigh Vale]

"Push Leigh, Push", Pamela urged as the contractions became stronger. "I can't Momma Voorhees, I can't", I replied sobbing, squeezing her hand tightly. "One more push Leigh, one more and the baby's out", Anna said excitedly as the doctor pulled the baby from my body. There was no cry, no movement, and only looks of sorrow on the faces of my doctor and nurse. "Why.. why isn't he crying? Why, why isn't my baby crying", I said shaking, holding Pamela's hand tightly, "What's wrong with my baby?!?", I screamed, losing control. Pamela's face turned white, small tears escaped the sides of her eyes, the umbilical cord was wound tightly around the baby's neck. He wasn't breathing, and there was no chance he ever would.

"Leigh, I'm sorry, your baby- he's a still-born", Dr. Jones said to me. "No! No, it can't be!!! There's some mistake, maybe he's just sleeping, he, he can't be dead! he can't be, he can't be", I sobbed, holding onto Pamela tightly as they took my tiny angel away wrapped up in a small blue receiving blanket. My only link to Jason, my love, gone. Anna brought the baby in about an hour later for me to hold. His tiny cold body in my arms haunts me still. She had dressed in the tiny blue outfit Pamela brought Jason home from the hospital in. I held my baby until they ripped him from my arms.

"He wasn't dead, he was just sleeping, he was cold because they didn't have him wrapped up tight enough, that's all, isn't that right little Jason- how could they think you were dead? "Rock a bye baby, in the tree top, when the wind blows the cradle will rock..."


"It's so sad isn't it", I hear a nurse outside my door say to another nurse. "She has no idea that she's rocking a baby doll, she really believes that it's her baby."

"I can only imagine what she's going through. She has constant flashbacks to the birth of her baby, and the death of her boyfriend. You know who she is don't you?"

"No"

"That's Leigh Vale, the girlfriend of Jason Voorhees- you know the alleged serial killer, the one that supposedly died in Crystal Lake about 10 years ago. She dove in to the lake to save him, nearly dying herself. She was 4 1/2 months pregnant at the time of his death, and when their baby was born a still-born, she lost it- she doesn't talk, doesn't do anything- she just rocks that baby, sometimes she'll sing to it, but mostly she just sits rocking it, starring at the window."

"I know we're not working around model citizens, but that's really creepy"

"You're telling me, I do hope that Jason is dead, because if he's not, he could come back for her"

"He's bound to be dead, I mean, it's been 10 years, after all this time you'd think he would've made his presence known before now, wouldn't he?

An announcement comes around the intercom "All nurses needed at nursing station 3, all nurses needed at nursing station 3"

"I'll see you later, I have to get my patient his medicine"

"See ya!"

"What do they know", I thought to myself, "How dare them say such horrible things about my Jason. He's not a killer, he'd never kill anyone, not unless he had to protect someone he loves. They don't know him, not like I know him, no one knows him like I do"....

 

[Leigh Vale]

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