The Strange Good Girl

Chapter Four: Now What?

Jason watched through the window as Amber was pierced through the throat with the ice pick. She tried to scream but no sound came out, her vocal chords had been severed. She reached for her throat and felt the ice pick her making her eyes fill with horror. Amber turned and punched Lisa in the face. She staggered backwards and grabbed Amber's balled up fist and shoved it into the nearby blender and hit puree.

Blood spattered throughout the kitchen. Amber fell to the floor writhing in agony taking the blender with her pulling its power chord out of the wall. Lisa reached down and pulled the ice pick out of her victim's neck. She smiled as she watched the life drain from her pleading eyes.

You see Jason, she's a good girl. She punished that mean boy and girl. There's one more left Jason. Kill him, let the good girl know that you're a good boy.

Jason obeyed entering the house through the same door the girl had used earlier. He quickly crossed the room and looking around the corner down the hall he saw the good girl dragging the fat girl's body towards the side door leaving a thick trail of blood. He took two long strides to cross the hall out of the girls view. He heard a loud moan come from down the hall. He knew it had to be the other mean boy. Jason gripped his machete tightly ready to strike.

The boy was resting against the wall on the floor near the toilet. He slowly tilted his head up meeting Jason's gaze, his features were extremely pale and his makeup was smeared.

"What the hell are you supposed to be?" He asked in a rasped voice.

Jason raised his machete and in one fast stroke slashed him from his right shoulder to his lower left ribs. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the upper half of his body slid to the floor. Jason returned his machete to its holster on his hip. He grabbed the two pieces of the boy and dragged them out into the hall.

The girl had already managed to drag her victim's body outside and he followed the bloody trail to her.

Lisa had her back to him as she rolled Amber's heavy body into the pit.

Jason was unsure how to approach her without scaring her knowing she'd be afraid of him no matter what he did. He couldn't remember the last time someone wasn't afraid of him. He decided to make some noise to let her know he was there and dropped the boy's body to the ground less than three yards away making a loud 'thump'.

Lisa slowly turned in his direction. Her eyes widened in fear and she jumped back and tripped on the outer bricks of the fire pit and landed on the Amber's bloody body.

"What the fuck?!" Lisa put her hand on her chest and took a deep breath. She scrambled to her feet and brushed herself off as she stepped out of the pit. She eyed Jason curiously. His chest ached again. He was afraid she was going to start running, that wouldn't be good. He had traps set not too far off into the forest near there, and didn't want to upset his Mother's wishes if the girl were to accidentally get caught in one.

Lisa continued to stare at him and her eyes traveled to the dead boy cut in two at his feet. She still stood silent. He wished she'd say something, anything; the only sound was the sound of their breathing. She took a hesitant step towards him.

"Are you... you're Jason?" She asked. Jason nodded in response. "Thanks for killing him for me." She gestured towards the body at his feet. She didn't seem to be afraid of him. He picked up the pieces of the boy and put them in the pit with the other bodies. Lisa gasped at his quick movement and took a few steps back.

Jason stood only a few feet from her. He didn't want her to be afraid and he didn't know how to tell her he wasn't going to hurt her.

What does he want? Is he going to kill me? I suppose I deserve that, I mean I only left him Ethan to kill. That must've been a boring kill for him.

Lisa wasn't afraid to die, if she were to die right then she'd die happy. She had finally acted on all her built up frustration from all the years of torment that her so-called friends had put her through. She was surprisingly calm considering she just murdered two people and had a psycho killer standing only a few feet away from her.

"Are you going to kill me too?" She asked boldly, motioning to the machete latched onto his belt. He shook his head.

Jason wished he could tell her that he was a good boy, and that she was a good girl. He wanted her to be his good girl.

That's right Jason, she's your good girl now. You need to take care of her. Protect her from the other bad people. Mother whispered in his ear. She looked extremely fragile to him, but couldn't understand how someone so small had to strength to do all the things he had watched her do throughout the night. A bruise was already forming on her cheek from where the mean girl had hit her.

"My mom told me about you. You probably don't remember her, but she was a nurse at the camp before you... drowned. She was friends with your mother."

Jason came back to his thoughts from earlier that night. Now he knew who she reminded him of, her mom. Yes, he did remember her. How could he not remember the only other person that treated him like he was special? She protected him from the other mean kids at camp and took care of him when his mother couldn't be around.

Jason's head tilted to one side. Did mother know who she was? Is that how she knew the she was a good girl?

Lisa looked at Jason for some kind of response. She could see a wide range of emotions flicker behind his one good eye. She was becoming impatient. She really just wanted to burn the bodies, clean up the mess she made inside, and call it a night, but she was too curious about Jason.

How long had he been there watching them? How had he survived all these years by himself? She put her questions aside for the moment; there were more important things to tend to. She took a few steps towards Jason, he eyed her curiously as she went into the tool shed.

Lisa grabbed a small metal container of lighter fluid. She watched Jason out of the corner of her eye as she emptied the containers contents onto her dead friends. Pulling a small box of matches out of her pocket she lit one taking a step back as she tossed it into pit. The fire blazed.

Jason was now standing at the edge of the flaming pit only a few feet away, staring into the fire as if to admire her handy work. She took a step back to get a better look at him in the light of the fire.

His clothes were filthy and ragged, the color of them almost completely faded. His boots looked like they were too small and about to fall apart. He was at the very least two feet taller than she was. His neck was extremely thick the veins prominently visible. His hockey mask was relatively clean looking compared to the rest of his attire. She wondered if he ever took it off.

Lisa exhaled loudly. Jason averted his gaze from the fire to her. "So what happens now?" Jason shrugged in response.

What is he supposed to do now? Mother wanted him to protect her, but she didn't give him any further instructions than that. Would she want him to stay there with her, or take her back to the lake with him? Mother didn't respond. There hadn't been much activity around the lake lately, but he didn't like the thought of leaving his place unprotected. He would at the very least need to set a few more traps. Letting the girl out of his sight was out of the question. Even though she was a good girl, that didn't mean she wouldn't go and tell everyone in town that she had seen him.

Making his decision, Jason grabbed the girl by the arm and began dragging her towards the forest.