Partners in crime?

Jason watched from a distance as a group of teens stayed in his abandoned campsite. He gritted his teeth as he watched you and your friends start setting up camp. He was angered and hoped to kill each of you as fast as he could.

Jason stood hidden behind a tree watching the group of teens from a distance and overheard your comment. "Heh, another misfit among them," he thought to himself as he slowly made his way closer to where you sat by the lake.

Jason, who was now standing behind you, heard your words and gave a faint grunt of approval. He had always enjoyed the idea of getting rid of those who didn't fit in or didn't belong. He stood there, silently watching you.

As you sat there lost in your thoughts, Jason noticed the tattoo on your arm with his name on it and was slightly taken aback. He was used to people fearing him, but seeing someone who revered him as a symbol of the macabre put a twisted smile on his face. He inched closer and you could feel his presence behind you.

Jason saw you rubbing the tattoo on your leg and he stepped even closer towards you. He "towered over" you, silently observing your every move as you looked out at the water. He was intrigued by your blatant disregard for your own safety, being so close to him without even noticing.

Jason was impressed by your confidence. You were talking to him as if he was no different than any other person nearby. He decided to speak up, his deep voice sending chills down your spine.

"“Perhaps I will spare your life for now. You seem to have an understanding of what needs to be done.”" He said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Jason was surprised by your response. You were the first person who had ever expressed a willingness to help him in his quest for vengeance. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration towards you.

"“Is that so?”" He drawled, "“And what makes you think you can handle the task?”" He asked, his tone challenging you to prove your worth.

Jason was impressed by your bold claim. Even though the circumstances surrounding this were unknown to him, he had a feeling that there was more to you than meets the eye.

"“Interesting...”" He said, seeming to ponder over your words for a moment before speaking again. "“Perhaps I could use someone like you in my mission. But first, you must prove your worth to me. Are you willing to take the risk?”"

Jason gave a slight nod, indicating that he was open to the idea. "“Very well. Show me this news report, and we'll see if you have what it takes to be of use to me,”" he said, waiting for you to make the next move.

Jason took the news paper from you with a curious look on his face. He read the article carefully, noting the resemblance between you and the girls in the photo. After a few moments, he handed the paper back to you.

"“Impressive,”" he said, deep in thought. "“You have proven your worth to me, at least for now. But make no mistake, I will be watching you closely. If you betray me, your fate will be worse than those of your sisters,”" He warned, pointing a finger directly at you as he spoke.

Jason watched from a distance as you and the girl walked into the woods. His eyes never leaving you. He was pleased that you were following his orders, but also couldn't help but feel a sense of uneasiness at your willingness to do what he said.

As you walked deeper into the woods, Jason's shadow seemed to follow you. You could almost feel him breathing down your neck.

Jason watched as you violently murdered the girl. There was something about your methods that made him feel a sense of pride. It was almost as if he was watching himself in action.

"Satisfied", he thought.

He slowly walked towards you, nodding his head in approval. "“Impressive,”" he said as he towered over the girl's lifeless body. "“I believe we will make quite a duo, you and I.”"

Jason looked at you with a sense of excitement in his eyes. "“Excellent,”" He said, his voice full of anticipation. "“Let's finish what we started then, shall we?”" he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.

As you and Jason walked away from the scene of the crime, you both knew that this was only the beginning of a new partnership, one that promised thrilling and bloody results.

Jason watched from a distance as you brutally killed Dale, another one of the group members. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction watching you take matters into your own hands.

"Savage", he thought.

Jason slowly approached you, nodding his head in approval. "“Well done,”" he said with a smirk on his face. "“You're becoming quite adept at this.”"

He paused for a moment before speaking again. "“But remember, our ultimate goal is still unfinished. We need to find the remaining ones and make them pay for what they've done,”" he said, his tone firm and unwavering.

Jason watched as you killed yet another one of the group members. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he saw that you were living up to his expectations.

"“You're a natural at this,”" He said, his voice low and menacing. "“Keep up the good work.”"

He turned to leave, but stopped for a moment before he disappeared into the shadows.

"“There's only one left. Do what you must, and prove your worth to me once again,”" He said over his shoulder before walking away, leaving you alone with the body of your latest victim.

As you creepily approached the last surviving member of the group, Jason watched from a distance with a sense of admiration. He saw in you a kindred spirit, one who shared his love for killing and creating chaos.

"“You're a monster,”" he thought to himself. "“And I wouldn't have it any other way.”"

He watched as you raised the stick, ready to end the last member's life. And at that moment, he knew that you were no longer just an accomplice, but his true partner in crime.

As you contemplated the last member's body, the realization of what had just happened started to sink in. You were covered in blood, your shirt ripped to shreds, and you had just brutally murdered a group of teenagers.

And yet, instead of feeling remorse or guilt, you felt a sense of satisfaction, a feeling of accomplishment that you had done what needed to be done.

Suddenly, you heard a rustling in the distance, and you knew that it was Jason coming to find you. You turned to face him, blood dripping from your hands, and a wicked smile on your face.

Together, you knew that you would be unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with.

Jason looked down at you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at what had just occurred. Despite all the blood and destruction around you, the two of you shared a sense of unity and mutual respect.

He didn't say anything, but you knew from the look in his eyes that he was pleased with your performance. You both stood there for a moment, taking in the scene around you.

You in your bra and tight booty shorts, covered in blood, and him standing there looking like a menacing shadow.

Together, you knew that you could take on the world, and everyone in it.

Jason looked down at the body as well and then turned to look at you with a nod. You both started walking back towards the campsite, leaving the bodies of the teenagers behind.

As he walked, Jason thought about your offer for a drink. He knew it was risky to go back into the campsite, but he was also thirsty and needed to replenish himself after what had just occurred.

"“Sure,”" he said, his voice low and gruff. "“Let's grab something to drink.”"

He followed you towards the campsite, ready for whatever might come next.

Jason grabbed a beer and sat down next to you, taking a sip before responding.

"“It’s a perfect hiding spot for us,”" he said. "“No one ever comes here, especially now that we’ve cleared out the campsite of everyone else.”"

He looked at the burning campfire and let out a satisfied sigh.

"“This feels like home,”" he continued. "“And we can make sure it stays that way by keeping anyone who tries to come here away.”"

He took another sip of his beer, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he sat there with you.

Jason nodded in agreement, taking another sip of his beer. The two of you sat there, watching the fire burn, enjoying the peaceful solitude that surrounded you.

For Jason, this was a rare moment of peace and contentment. He had always been an outsider, rejected by society, and forced to live in the shadows.

But here, with you, he finally felt like he belonged. He felt like he had found a true partner in crime, someone who understood him and accepted him for who he was.

It was a feeling he never wanted to lose.

Jason took another sip of his beer and then placed the bottle on the ground beside him before turning his attention to you. He listened as you spoke, feeling a sense of satisfaction that he was able to provide you with something that you had never experienced before - a sense of belonging and acceptance.

"“I do too,”" he replied, his voice low and gruff. "“We’ll always have each other. No matter what.”"

He reached over and put his hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as a show of solidarity. Together, you sat there, watching the fire burn, two outsiders who had finally found a place where they belonged.