Hello, everyone! I would like to wish all the fans of this story a happy Valentine's Day! I thought this would be a nice time to finally update. Even though, sadly, Jason can't be my valentine, maybe he'll end up being Dawn's. We'll have to see. ;)

I hope this chapter will satisfy your need for some Jason and Dawn, even if they're not together yet. I plan on updating my Jason Actually Takes Manhattan story soon too, so be on the lookout for that one if you're interested.

I appreciate all of you and if I dedicate more time to it, I may have the next update done on March 13th. A Friday the 13th is always the best time to update a Jason story. :)

They say when you stare long enough into the abyss, the abyss stares into you.

This is what Kimberly Ferguson was feeling after only minutes into her assigned task.

And what was this task that held such grave importance that she couldn't afford to mess it up? Or else it would result in the death of who knows how many innocent civilians?

Why, it was simple. Guard the facility's newest prisoner. And that prisoner was none other than Jason Voorhees. Wait...THE Jason Voorhees? Kimberly had to confirm this fact multiple times.

She had been assigned to take care of some of the worst criminals in history. But Jason Voorhees?

Simple task? Yeah right. There was no simplicity when it came to the design of this particular mass murderer. He possessed an evil very few, if any, human souls wanted to touch.

She remained frozen to her panel, her eyes glued to the beast imprisoned in the cage several feet away. Jason was chained to the floor behind steel bars with tranquilizers pumping into him at all times. These drugs had the strength to take down the mightiest of elephants. But...would that be enough to subdue the inhumanly powerful Jason Voorhees?

Kimberly could feel that force of evil emanating from him. And it was taking a toll on her mental state. That chill down her spine seeping into her very core was one she had not felt since her first days at the facility. And that was what? 15 years ago?

That mask. That towering height. That all consuming evil.

She wanted to look away, yet was afraid doing so would give him the opportunity to take her life. Her jade green eyes stared deep into the giant's one burning pool of menace.

"You ugly bastard…" she murmured under her breath.

Kimberly wondered if Jason had heard that. Maybe he did. She didn't care. It was the only way she could maintain her trembling self esteem.

Kimberly Ferguson was quick to regret taking this job.

No spoken words permeated the car for the longest time. The only sound that could be heard was the low running of the engine. Dawn sat in the back seat, her beautiful blue eyes staring aimlessly out the window. Those delicate hands of hers stayed clasped in her lap.

Up in the front of the car were the Jorgensons. Stephanie sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving them to their destination. After many minutes, the woman decided she had had enough of the silence.

She turned her head to glance at Dawn.

"So, Dawn. What are some of your favorite things to do? We can be sure to fit them into the activities of the home."

Dawn shifted her gaze to Stephanie, though she wasn't quick to respond. And there it was. The same fake smile plastered on the woman's face. The same one the child had seen on the hospital staff that had taken care of her.

"I do lots of things ...With Jason," she finally said.

Stephanie nearly thought about dropping her smile, however she swiftly thought against it. She had to prepare this little girl to transition into a normal family household. Arguing would not be the best start.

"Well, how about before...Jason," Mrs. Jorgenson suggested. "When you were living with your mom and dad."

Dawn gave her such a lameting look, one filled with cold memories and heartbreak. She turned her head back to the window.

"With my dad?" she spoke in such a quiet tone. "Survival."

Stephanie's face then decided to drop in confusion.

"Survival was your favorite thing to do? What do you mean?"

Dawn let the unspoken quiet flow for several moments. Yet the girl gave her answer. And it was all in her head, rising from the depths of her recollections of things that should stay buried. Her eyes turned a shade of torment before pressing the thoughts back down.

"He taught me to survive long enough for me to meet my Jason. And after that, well I no longer had to worry about anything happening to me ever again."

The small child said these things so seriously that it scared Stephanie. She was tempted to say that survival should have been the thing Dawn would worry about with the monstrous killer and not with her own dad. Stephanie opened her mouth, but Dawn cut her off.

"Don't," she spoke with a sharp edge to her voice.

And, with that, there continued the long stretch of no words until Mr. Jorgenson decided to turn the topic elsewhere.

"Well, we're almost there. I'm sure the other children will be happy to see you, Dawn."

Dawn's eyes flickered briefly in his direction. She wondered what this man was going to be like.

"Okay," was all she replied.

Of course, Dawn was not going to be truly okay for the longest time. Her gaze poured into the surroundings that went past her.

Jason, where are you?

The first thing Jason noted in this new setting of his was the presence of a human life. Any detail about where he was did not take away from this. The fact that it wasn't his cherished Crystal Lake did not unnerve him one bit. For time after time, Jason Voorhees knew that if he was taken out of his element, he would return there once again.

No, this was not the problem. How he would destroy this insignificant woman feet away from him was not the bother either for he would do so with ease. His consciousness had already searched the room and even analyzed the premises beyond these walls. More human lives awaited him on the other side. Jason would snuff out their existences just as easily.

The one thing that ignited any kind of emotion within him was his precious Dawn or the lack thereof. She was not here. And Jason's raging force concluded she was not one of the many humans existing in this facility.

This was not right. Where was she? Why was she not in his arms where she belonged?

If Jason wasn't already fighting the chemicals flowing in his veins, then he was even more so now. What did that wretched man who had shot him think? That properties made by society would be enough to subdue him for all time? Of course not. Jason would show him how wrong he was.

As a matter of fact, the killer wondered where he was, though just for a moment. Jason Voorhees would find him and tear him apart for his role in taking his child away from him. There would be no escape.

Right now, Dawn was the pressing matter. His mother's voice added to this.

"Wake up, Jason. Punish them for what they did. Find your sweet, little Dawn. She needs you."

The chained giant jerked into action. The effects of the drugs became less and less. In fact, his movement was enough to send that tranquilizer needle falling to the floor. Jason's good eye flicked over to the woman in the room. Nope, she hadn't heard this. Good.

Removing the chains though might require a bit more noise. That was fine. Jason was ready to destroy her pitiful existence. Jason's strength broke the steel, and it too was sent falling.

The woman looked up from her panel and her eyes widened into that terror Jason Voorhees knew all too well from anyone who saw him. He picked up on two words leaving her mouth.

"Oh shit."