The meat was done a few hours ago and Calik was inside now, sitting at the table and doing a crossword she had brought with, she looked at the time. 3 pm. The wolf should be awake soon, then she could feed her, and give her water.

She got up and walked to the meat, she had cut it up into tiny edible pieces. She took it and the bowl of water the sparrow drank out off.

She walked up the stairs towards her room, opening the door and seeing the wolf was awake, trying to walk, but it fell around limply instead.

She walked to it quickly, putting the meat down on the floor, along with the water. She gently took the wolf, it was a pup so the chances it would bite was little.

She took the wolf in her arms and took a piece of meat, holding it to the wolfs mouth, she smelled it, licked it and then gently took it from Calik's fingers, chewing it in delight. "Poor piggy." She said again and then put the pup down by the bowl of meat, it started to eat hungrily until nothing was left. It walked to the water and licked at it thirstily.

She gently stroked it as it did so, a wolf was one of the most beautiful creatures to Calik, so full of grace and beauty.

Soon the wolf was done drinking and looked at Calik, it was still very weak and injured, Calik stroked it's chin and it licked her. "Your owner will want you back and will want my life along with it…" She said, feeling dread again, but blocked it out, not wanting to upset the animal, they sensed such things.

She closed the door and walked to her bed, lying down on it. As soon as she hit the cushion she heard a sad yowling sound, she sat up and looked at the wolf, it gave her the saddest puppy eyes she had ever seen, her heart melted. "Oh… you want to come onto the bed?" She asked and, of course, it did not answer her. She picked up the wolf and put it down on the bed, lying down on the bed now.

The wolf limped towards her and came to lay in her arms, she gently held the wolf in her arms and pulled the blanket over herself and the wolf.

Like that, she fell asleep…

x.X.x

Calik opened her eyes, she was staring directly at the wolf, sleeping peacefully in her arms.

She looked around the room and gasped in shock as her eyes fell on Jason, in front of the bed, staring at the wolf in her arms.

"Oh god…" She said petrified, her eyes were huge and she had the feeling her face was as white as snow. Her eyes fell on his blooded machete. Dread came over her again.

Instead of killing her immediately, he stared at her and the wolf in her arms, she was too scared to move, but did get time to examine him properly.

He was about a head taller than her, his body was at least three times bigger than hers, obvious muscles showed through his torn jacket and shirt. She could see his eyes held hate, but also a sort of admiration at the moment. She was good at reading eyes, she usually needed that talent for animals. Some of his ribs were showing, the man was beaten up badly, but if the legend was true and this was the actual Jason Voorhees, it was understandable.

What she could see of behind his face was a malformed face, probably why he wore the mask, or like Mike said, he was horrifying in appearance.

She saw he wanted the wolf back, now she built up the courage to move, she moved a muscle to sit up properly, but as soon as she made the slightest movement he raised his machete aggressively. She yelled in shock and fell back down in a cowering manner.

Jason lowered his machete, she figured he couldn't speak, though she wished he could, it would make it so much easier.

"Y-you want the wolf back?" She enquired and he cocked his head, as if not sure what a wolf was. She pointed to the wolf. "You want her back?" She asked, stroking the animal.

Jason seemed to understand now, he nodded, relief swept over her, he understood humans.

"A-alright… I'll g-give her to you, that o-okay?" She stuttered out and he nodded again.

She gently picked up the wolf, it squirmed and gave a slight cry, at the slight cry Jason raised his machete again, she, thinking he was going to kill the animal immediately held her body in front of the wolf.

Jason lowered his machete, and Calik realized he was planning to slash her for hurting the animal, she felt fear.

She gently got onto her knees on the bed and held out the sleeping wolf towards him. Jason put down his machete and took the wolf from her hands, he put it in the crook of his one arm, holding it firmly, then he picked up his machete and Calik saw it coming for her. She screamed and ducked out of the way, rolling off the bed. She saw the machete hit the area she was seconds before.

She looked at him in fear and looked at the door, there was no way she would get out of the door before he got her. She looked at the window, she could jump through the window with a 10 chance of landing alive.

Jason took a step towards her and she decided than 10 was better than 0, she quickly slipped through the window and felt herself fall down the high house, and then hit the hard concrete below.

Her wind was knocked out on contact, the only thing that forced her to get up was the rapid footsteps of Jason coming down the stairs.

Thankful that she was alive, but scared that she might die she ran into the forest. She would have a much better chance evading him in the forest than in the open road.

She saw him behind her, she ran faster.

He still held the wolf firmly in his arm, protecting it from all harm.

She tried to loose him by going into thick bushy areas, but always she heard him behind her, he was like a damned track dog.

She ran and suddenly she fell over something she didn't see, a rock, and with a loud scream she heard something crack. Her ankle... "Oh no… fractured…" She said in disbelief, how fast would she be able to limp away if he was so close to her while she ran?

She heard him jump through the bushes, he was right behind her, she could hear it, but she refused to look at him, she just looked at the ground. Ashamed that her death came like this.

She heard the twigs break as he walked over to her, she was deprived of all fear now, she was on a placid stage now, not caring.

She felt him stop right behind her, she still did not look, she didn't want to see in his eyes how she died.

After a minute no death came to her, but she knew he was still behind her, probably examining his prey, she felt like a frightened deer running from a hunter and then being captured; knowing your life is over and not being able to enjoy one more pleasant moment in your favorite place. She was devastated.

Another minute passed and no death came, she wasn't sure whether Jason was even behind her anymore, but when she heard him breathing, she knew he was. What confused her was why he hadn't killed yet? Did he want her to look him in the eyes as she killed her.

She suddenly felt a hand on her fractured ankle, she begged herself not to scream in pain as he gave a sight squeeze to it. Instead she let out a whimpering cry of pain, gritting her teeth to avoid further noises.

Suddenly everything went black for her… darkness enveloped her vision as she passed out, at that moment she wasn't sure whether it was pain or fear.