A/N: Well, since my Halloween fics do so well, and I absolutely love all the Friday the 13th's, I will try my luck on this fic. Please review.

Chapter One: Ally Meets Jason

*Ally's POV*

"Girl! Get in here!" Dave, my awful foster-dad yelled. I shivered in fear, for I knew what he would do if I went in there, and I don't think I could take another beating today. Also, I didn't want to see the sight of that big ugly slob; he is old, fat, and greasy. He never takes a bath, he stinks, Not to mention that he is constantly bringing hookers home with him, try sleeping when you hear that all night, especially because the house shakes. That is how I know he's fat, every time he walks through the tiny shack we live in, it shakes. I asses him being greasy with the fact that I'm always here and never hear the shower running or anything…and he stinks.

You'd probably wonder why I explain him the way I do, but I'm blind, so I really have no idea. I was once able to see, but then my real parents and I were in a horrible car accident when I was ten, it killed my mom instantly, my father was paralyzed from the waist down and I hit my head really hard on the door. Each day after the accident, my vision became more and more clouded, and about four days later when I woke up from taking a nap, I could only see the endless darkness, I as fully blind.

I still lived with my dad though, and he was saving up to buy me a guide dog and special schooling, but we had lost a lot of money because of his need for surgery, hospital bills, and my mom's funeral cost etc. But then another tragedy struck, my father lost his job. All I remember after overhearing that phone call was him whisper, "I'm sorry Allison, and I want you to always remember that daddy loves you," and then a loud crack, like a gun going off. I had later found out that that is exactly what it was; he had committed suicide leaving me an orphan. Which is how I ended up with this wretch of a man.

Dave spent all the money my dad had laid aside for aiding my disability on alcohol and hookers. It doesn't take a person's sight to tell when someone is drunk. I heard a loud bang and felt the floor shake…Dave had managed to get into my room. I felt myself trembling in fear, for I knew what came next. I felt his had strike me so hard that I hit the floor, he didn't stop there, he kept hitting and kicking me. Usual beating didn't hurt as much; I felt a few tears roll down my face. "Please stop!" I begged.

"Stop eh? Why should I stop? I give you a roof over your head and food and how do you repay me? You break things and can't do anything I tell you to do right!" he screamed, delivering a kick to my ribs that resulted in a loud cracking, I could tell they were broken now. I gasped for air when I heard a car pull up and the engine of it cut off. Dave went and opened the squeaky door; I could hear the concerned voice of the neighbor explaining that she heard me scream. "Ah, somethin' just scared her that's all," he assured, I tried to call out but it was stuck in my throat, the woman said goodbye and left, my chance of being saved dead, like I would be in a few moments. Then it hit me, the window!

I felt my way along the wall and found the window, opened it, and climbed out. I stumbled a few times at the start of my run, some due to my injuries, and others due to me tripping on something. I kept running though, felt myself on the edge of a road before long so I stayed on the softer ground and kept running. My lungs burned, pleading for me to rest but I kept going, I had to put as much distance between Dave and me as possible, the farther away I could run, the smaller the chance that I die tonight. It felt like I had been running for hours, the area had changed, it was now uneven in places, with leaves crunching under my feet and sticks snapping and threatening to trip me. I was most likely in the woods, because that is how the grounds felt in there. Yes, my best bet was the woods. Knowing that, there must me trees around, but I must be on some sort of path because I've been running on this surface for about ten minutes, and if there was no path wouldn't I have ran into something like a tree or a thorn bush by now?

Then, I ran into something that knocked me to the ground and knocking the air out of my lungs, I winced as my ribs once again made their condition known. What had I run into? a person, or a tree? Well, thinking about past experiences of running into other people, usually when someone running like I was, collides with another person, running or not, the other person usually gives into the force for the collision and also falls or at least moves a little or make a sound, when I ran hit them or it, there was no motion or sound, and the collision was too quick to tell what the object felt like, it must have been a tree. I stood up, but my poor lungs ached too much to start running again, I had to rest or I'd collapse.

*3rd Person POV*

Jason Voorhees stared emotionlessly at Ally, his machete raised. He began to swing it at her but quickly pulled it away after he noticed something. She didn't try to run, scream, or even look frightened, she just stood there breathing heavily from her run, he found it extremely odd until he noticed the milky, opaque eyes. He realized that she was blind and did not know that the killer was standing before her. He snapped back from his thoughts into reality to find her gripping her shoulder, wincing at the wound that the masked killer gave her, blood covering her hand. He reached out a hand a lightly touched her, then he felt something inside him suddenly change, Jason realized that he had an unknown connection with her, and therefore he no longer had any thoughts of killing her. He looked back down at Ally and noticed the many bruises that covered the visible parts of her skin; he wondered who would do that to someone so helpless. He lightly grabbed her left arm and began pulling her along.

"Hey! What's going on? Who are you and where are you taking me?" Ally protested, managing to pull her arm free of his grip. Jason smiled slightly behind his mask, she may not have been able to see, but she was able to fight. He reached his arms down, lifted her carefully, and carried her through the woods and into one of the cabins of Camp Crystal Lake. He found a shirt left from one of the campers his mother had massacred a while back, tore a piece off and wrapped her bleeding shoulder with it. Ally felt her bandaged shoulder and reached out for the person who helped her, Jason lightly placed his had on her arm. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Jason remained silent, he moved his hand to rest lightly on her palm You're Welcome (A/N even though it says Jason 'said' he's not actually talking, it's like he can tell her something telepathically when he touches her palm)Jason said silently, Ally seemed surprised, the person she could not see, who didn't actually say anything to her, yet she sensed him saying something to her in something like a telepathic way.

"Did you say that or am I imagining it?" Ally asked.

Yes, I said it

"But, why can't I hear you? Am I going deaf too?"

No, you'll find out later on. He said. Now, I'd like to know about you,

"My name is Ally, I'm fourteen and I'm blind. Why do you even want to know?"

Because I care

"Sure," she replied sarcastically.

I mean it, if this makes you less tense, I'll tell you something, but promise me something first,

"Um, okay?"

Promise me you won't overreact or become afraid after I tell you something

"I promise," she said.

I am Jason Voorhees.

"Th-the camp killer?" Ally asked with a shaky voice. "I'm not afraid but—please don't hurt me, if you are going to kill me can you make it painless? I've had enough pain today that could last some people a lifetime or even more,"

I'm not going to hurt or kill you, I want to protect you. Will you tell me who gave you these bruises?

"My foster father, he's abusive." Ally replied. "By the way, where am I?"

Camp Crystal Lake, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes, I promise.

A/N: so, what do you think? Please review…I'm thinking about adding Freddy Krueger or Michael Myers.