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Chapter 1: An Unexpected Twist

Deep in the forests of Crystal Lake, New Jersey, a certain masked figure had been lurking around. The moonlight perfectly hits the entrance on a small path, leading to a clearing in the forest. Within the deeper parts of the tree-ridden area, Jason had been seen. He had just finished another kill, the body slowly limping to the ground. Giving it a light twirl to admire the blood, he held his machete close to his face, cocking his head to the side to see the moonlight bounce off of the deep ruby liquid. He dropped the weapon to his side and started to walk off, to see if anyone would even be there. After walking for what seemed like hours, Jason had looked down, almost stepping into an empty bear trap. 'What would a bear trap be doing here?', he openly wondered. Then a memory struck him; He had set bear traps in different areas of the forest to catch would-be trespassers or strangers. Upon having that memory, he picked up a thick stick and placed it into the mouth of the bear trap. The metallic mouth snapped shut, a loud 'clang!', echoing deeply into the silent forest. With the trap now shut, Jason picked it up and threw it in an aimless direction. He continued to stalk the forest before he felt a bump on the front of his foot. He looked down, doing his infamous head tilt in confusion, looking at what was in front of him. In front of him was a neatly woven brown basket, there were no signs of scratches, not a break, so it hadn't been here for too long. It was as if it was placed here a couple of minutes ago, but there were no footprints or sound of someone walking or running away. Adjusting his head, Jason leaned down and picked up the basket. On top of it was a note, the paper slightly crumpled, meaning while the basket was new the paper itself was old. Opening the note, he started to read,

"To whoever finds this, the child here was left on my doorstep a month ago and I took care of her to the best of my abilities. But I couldn't do it for too long, I had to find someone to take care of her. If you find her, raise her well and if you can't: rewrite the note, place it on the basket and leave it where you think someone might find her. And if you decide to take care of her, make her feel at home."

With the note finally ending after that, he held it in between his index and middle finger and opened the basket. Inside was a small sleeping child, with short brown hair and a small blanket wrapped around her sleeping form. Upon looking at her, he looked back at the note, seeing a fold in it, using his thumb to open the small flap. There was a helpful tip Jason would use later that read,

"P.S., I was trying to find names she would respond to, two names came from the previous caretakers, while the third came from me. They were: LeRae, Venus, and Cherry."

Jason looked back at the child to see that she was already awake, her wide black eyes staring back at him. He jumped slightly upon seeing her and didn't know what to do. Jason hadn't been in the presence of a child before, so he didn't know how to respond. In a moment of desperation, he put one of his fingers in front of her face to see if she would respond to it. It took her a while, but she wrapped her tiny hand around Jason's finger, cooing lightly. After that she began to laugh, the small sound of joy filling Jason's ears. Jason didn't know how to feel about this, but deep down he had felt an emotion he wasn't able to properly process. Thinking this was a good sign, Jason picked up his machete and held it up to her face to see what she would do. She let go of his finger and put hers towards his weapon, giving it a light feel. She ended up getting a small cut on her finger, causing her to tear up. Jason had stepped back, seeing as that this plan had already backfired. Dropping his machete, he ripped off a piece of his jacket and quickly tied it around her finger, hoping to stop the pain. He looked at her to see if this worked, but he was only met with silence. The deafening silence could easily rack anyone's spine with nervousness. This silence lasted for what felt like an eternity before he took her out of the basket and held her. The empty woven casing falling onto leaves and twigs had made an empty thud sound, the leaves creasing and crinkling under the weight of the empty basket. Jason held the baby close to him, feeling that it was the right thing to do. She wrapped her hands around his face, causing Jason to jump, for he hadn't expected this, nor what was to come. The tiny child pulled his face forward, her forehead meeting his, his response only was to close his eyes to do the same. At this point, Jason had made his final decision, for he knew what he would do from this moment on.