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         "Michael wait where are you-" He was gona before she could finish the sentence..."Do you know where he's going jason?" She asked looking out the door way....

         He helped her up, taking his mask off and setting it on the bed. He showed her all 302 kills he had ever made, including one where he took off his mask, and pressed it into a man's face so hard, blood came out of the holes. He showed his time in Hell, his childhood memories of being bullied, and how he became such the killing machine he is...The day he drowned. It was a crisp summer day in 1980, when he was 9, or ten. He had been in his cabin, waiting for Mother, like a good little boy, when the mean kids started making fun of his disfigured face that had been his since birth. They started to hurt him, calling him names, and chasing him, all the way to the dock. they had even put a bag on his head that he tore off, and then they did something worse...they pushed him off the dock. He hadn't learnt to swim, and the camp counselors were busy with drugs and discovering the wonders of "Romance" one had said. But Mother, working as the head Chef for the Camp's owner Steve Christy, had made it Crystal Clear that "My boy is to be watched at all times." He had flailed about in the water, screaming for help as water filled his lungs. No help came. Not even from Mother, who was away in town at the time. He had drowned a few minutes later. By all rights he was dead. Truly and honestly dead. But when his body had came to shore on another end of the lake, He had lived of a sort. Now shed of the Mental retardation he'd been born with he came to live in the woods, becoming what Psychologists call a Feral Child. Oh, Mother had "Avenged" him all right. She'd tried Poisoning the camp's water supply, setting the campgrounds on fire, everything, without Ever seeing her "special, special boy" He had never seen his mother again until one stormy night in 1982, when he was eleven. She had been chasing a new camp counselor, trying to kill her,rambling about how she should have been watching him, every minute. Then he saw something he would never forget....he saw the woman hack off mother's head with the same machete he now used today. He had taken 2 things from his mother's body. the Machete, and her severed head. When he had returned to his childhood home, barely a mile from the camp, he made a shrine of his mother's head, and an old sweater of hers she liked to wear.
Jason ended the memory and waited for Dusk to fully understand his past, the creation of a monster, the creation of HIM.

         OOC: DOn't forget her cousin Michael....
IC, as Jason: he decided to act, jumping from the ceiling. unfortunatly, the attic's floor was strong and made a loud crash when he dropped. he went to her bedside waiting for her to awake and scream.He drew his machete, letting the blade glisten in the moonlight. OOC: Remember Jason's seven feet tall, and 300+ pounds.another thing I'd reccomend is reading up on Jason and Michael's bios and such. do a little research.