Friday The 13th Fan Fiction ❯ Best Kept Secrets ❯ Chapter 1 - Finding out ( Chapter 1 )

Best Kept Secrets

Cartoon Shakespeare

 

(NOTE: Based on the series called `Cereal Killers' by Zooni)

 

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FREDDY KRUGER, JASON VOORHEES, OR ANY OTHER LEGENDARY HORROR MOVIE CHARACTERS. CHARACTERS SUCH AS CONNOR, MICKEY, AND EVE BELONG TO ZOONI FROM DEVIANTART.COM

 

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WARNING: CONTAINS MENTION OF MPREG, ABUSE, N/C, YAOI, HURT/COMFORT, AND NAUGHTY LANGUAGE

 

ALSO

 

THE THEME IN THIS FIC IS DRAMA, ANGST, MYSTERY AND SUSPENSE. SOME CHARACTERS WILL OCCASIONALLY SEEM OOC DUE TO THE EXTREMETY OF THE SITUATIONS, BUT BE AWARE THAT I SHALL TRY MY BEST TO KEEP THEM IN CHARACTER WHEN THE THEMES DO NOT INTERFERE.

 

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“What are we looking for again Connor?” Freddy questioned his 13 year old son as he stood to stretch out his back.

 

A dejected sigh was heard from behind a couple of stacks of boxes. “We are looking for anything on your and mom's family tree for my biology project. Anything past you guys and Grandma Pam.”

 

Freddy himself sighed. Where the hell was he supposed to look? Their attic was full of crap, that it was hard to find anything, even if you knew where it was!

 

With a simple glance at the boxes in front of him, he set to work, looking in them one by one.

 

After the first couple of stacks, he found nothing and set to move onto the next. He removed the top box from the stack of six, only to hear a loud crash of breaking glass as the box underneath it, hit the ground.

 

“Oops” Freddy murmured

 

Connors head popped over a small stack of boxes and he looked at the label on the fallen box.

 

“Uh oh, you broke all of the glass figurines Grandma Pam gave to mom. He's gonna kill you!”

 

Freddy paled a bit but gave his nervous look. “Hey, no need to tell him, at least I can stay alive for a few more years, right?”

 

They both laughed together, before sobering up a little.

 

“Well, back to work…” the older dog grumbled.

 

He walked back over toward the boxes, only to kick something hard with sharp corners

 

“Ouch! Dammit!” he yelled as he held his injured foot.

 

“What?” his son asked.

 

“I fucking kicked something!” he frustratedly yelled as he bent down and picked up a medium-sized-grey colored box. “What the hell? I don't remember bringing this up here when we moved.”

 

“Maybe mom brought it up?”

 

“Maybe…” Freddy thought aloud, “but why would he keep a lockbox and not tell me what's in it?”

 

Connor shrugged, “I dunno”

 

“Well I'm gonna find out,” he said, starting to pick the lock with his razor finger.

 

“Dad, don't! Mom will get so mad at you!” Connor protested. “Especially if it's something he doesn't want you to see!”

 

Freddy snorted. “Like I care, he's not gonna hide anything from me…”

 

Click

 

Freddy smiled as he heard the small box unlock. Quickly sitting down on the floor, he started to rummage through it's contents.

 

The very first thing he laid eyes on was a small four by three inch picture of a newborn baby, he had never seen before. “Hmm” he hummed as he studied the baby's features. He realized that the baby looked kind of like Jason…

 

`Must be a relative'

 

He set the picture aside, taking another look inside the box.

 

The next items he could see were a small pink hat, white onsie and booties…all intended for newborns

 

`What the hell is with this box?'

 

He set those down to go through many different items such as a pacifier, rattle and bottle until the only thing left in the box was a piece of paper.

 

He saw the small footprints on the paper and knew that it was a birth certificate. He carefully picked up the important document and scanned it.

 

`Alexandria Voorhees?' Freddy thought `Did Jason have a little sister?'

 

Freddy moved his attention to the `mother' line of the certificate expecting to see Pam's name, but found the name that he was least expecting.

 

The words `Jason Voorhees' jumped off the paper in Freddy's mind.

 

Freddy stuttered out incoherent thoughts all while he was thinking aloud.

 

`Did Jason have a daughter before he had Connor?' he thought, `Who was it with?! I'll rip him to pieces!'

 

Quickly Freddy glanced at the fathers name to only once again be shocked at who's name was on the line.

 

He and Jason were going to have a serious talk when he got home….

 

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Jason walked into the house at seven that night after his days killing at the camp. He was shocked to find the lights off and Freddy no where in sight. He looked as he walked but still he didn't see Freddy. He shrugged it off as Freddy having a bad day and going to bed early and headed to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

 

However, he jumped when he flipped the light switch on as Freddy simply appeared in the bright room, sitting at the table.

 

Jason looked at his husband strangely and Freddy glared back at him.

 

“We have to talk”

 

Jason gave a slight nod and slowly sat down at the table.

 

Freddy briefly disappeared under the table, only to reappear with the object that Jason least expected or wanted to be there.

 

The grey lock box from the attic.

 

`Oh shit'

 

“Would you care to explain to me what this is?” Freddy said, sounding out of his usual character, which meant he was beyond pissed. He slid a notebook and pen in Jason's direction. He caught it, but did not pick it up. Jason simply sat there, frozen.

 

Freddy growled at Jason's lack of response. “Tell me what all of this is now!”

 

Again Jason did not move, only looked at Freddy sadly.

 

Freddy then stood, slamming his fists into the table. “Tell me why there is a birth certificate with both our names on it, belonging to a kid that I've never heard of!”

 

Tears gathered in Jason's eyes as he finally picked up the writing utensil and wrote.

 

It's our daughter

Freddy huffed harshly and sat back down. “Why in the world would you have dept this from me? Don't you think I would have liked to know about her?!”

 

Jason looked away, crying steadily now. Freddy nudged the paper and Jason took the hint, so he wrote his explanation as quickly as he could.

 

I had her a few years before we got married. I didn't know how to tell you.

 

Freddy thought, a couple of years before they got married would have meant that at the time, they were `fuck buddies'. Just somewhat mutual friends with the benefit of an occasional lay every now and then. The only time Jason was gone at that time period was when the camp reopened and Jason was preoccupied with his victims for the whole year, but that didn't sound right. Jason would never endanger himself of being killed while he was pregnant, so that would have meant that he just made it up so he could go away to have their daughter. With a dejected sigh, Freddy move to sit next the crying Jason.

 

“Well…” he said gruffly, “I suppose I can't blame you if it happened then. I wasn't exactly the best partner during that period of our relationship. However, I am going to insist that we find her and bring her home. It's about time she was introduced to her real family, don't you think?”

 

Freddy was immediately engulfed in a bone crushing hug that limited his breathing. He could tell how happy Jason was just by the wag of his tail. Freddy smiled and hugged back.

 

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Within the next week, Freddy and Jason had told their three children about their new sister (including Pam, who almost fainted) and rearranged the house so that she would have a place to sleep when she came.

 

It had been a busy week, but finally they were ready to go and get her. They themselves packed very lightly for the two hour drive, so they had room to put Alexandria's stuff.

 

Finding her had been easy enough by just typing her name in a search box online and her webpage had come up. That way they didn't have to go through any adoption agencies for information.

 

They drove as quickly as they could without getting pulled over until they reached the small town of Westington, Ohio.

 

Freddy drove through the town, looking at the place that his daughter lived as Jason looked at anywhere to see if he could see his daughter for the first time in almost 16 years. After about 10 minutes of driving, Freddy parked at a local grocery store and they all got out to stretch their legs.

 

“Is this where our sissy is mommy?” Mickey asked

 

Jason nodded while Freddy decided to get in his comment. “Yeah, if we can find her.”

 

Jason elbowed Freddy in the side but Freddy just simply smirked. The people walking or driving by simply ignored them. Finally after about five minutes of being ignored, Freddy took action.

 

“Enough of this…” Freddy mumbled.

 

“Hey!” he yelled to a teenage boy. He was dressed all in black and had black hair. The boy looked at Freddy with a disinterested look. “Do you know where we can find a girl named Alexandria?”

 

The boy quickly pointed down the street to a building reading `Westington Public Library” before saying, “More than likely the freak is at the library looking at more books.”

 

He walked off before Freddy could say anything regarding the boy calling his daughter a freak. Freddy turned back to Jason who looked both sad and concerned. “C'mon,” Freddy said, “let's go”

 

Jason and the kids quickly walked behind him as they entered. The building was very large and more than likely held over ten thousand books, so in order to find her quicker, they asked the librarian.

 

She was an elderly lady, probably around the age of 65. Her hair, though grayed, still held her original brown. She wore a long tan sundress with a light blue over coat to contrast the softness of her dress.

 

“Excuse me,” Connor asked. “Where can I find a girl named Alexandria?”

 

The woman smiled. “She's in the history aisle dear, just down the main aisle and five rows down to your right.”

 

Connor smiled, “Thank you”

 

The family followed the directions and treaded to the aisle the librarian had said she was in, but when they turned into it, they didn't see anyone.

 

“What the fuck?! Where did she go?”

 

“If your looking for me….I'm up here.”

 

The family looked upward to see a girl who looked almost exactly like Jason, only she had Freddy's eyes and nose and Pam's hair. She was wearing a pair of jeans covered in holes and a plain black long sleeve shirt. She was sitting on top of a ladder that allowed her to reach the top shelves, and reading a book on World War Two behind her oval glasses.

 

Neither Freddy nor Jason could say anything as they looked at her, so Connor did it for them.

 

“Are you Alexandria?” he asked.

 

She peered over her book, looking at him before sliding down the leader skillfully and smiling.

 

“Yeah, that's me, but call me Alex, none of that formal crap is needed.” She laughed. “What's your name?”

 

Connor smiled back. “I'm Connor, those are my sisters Eve and Mickey and that's my mom and dad.”

 

Alex looked at the family and smiled. “Hello” she said simply. “So what did you need from me?”

 

As if the question sent an electric jolt, both Freddy and Jason snapped back to reality. Jason nudged Freddy and immediately the words came back to him.

 

“Can I ask you a few questions?” he asked

 

Alex looked surprised, but shrugged. “I guess as long as their not awkward because then I won't answer.”

 

Freddy nodded before shooting off questions.

 

“How old are you?”

 

“Fifteen, I'll be sixteen in a week or so…” she smiled.

 

“Do you live with anyone?”

 

Alex frowned slightly. “I live with my dad about 2 blocks from here”

 

“What about your…mom?”

 

Alex got a blank look in her eye before saying, “She died about two years ago from…”she lead off before adding. “a car accident”

 

Freddy and Jason both took notice to this, but did not say anything.

 

“Okay, do you go to school?”

 

Alex's mood changed quickly. “of course, I go to the high school about a half mile from my house.”

 

It was silent for a moment before a small voice said. “Mommy…I'm bored.”

 

Jason looked down to Eve, not sure what to say.

 

Alex giggled as she walked up and kneeled in front of the little girl.

 

“Hey, we have a children's section, do you wanna read a book or watch a movie?”

 

“Yeah!” both girls said excitedly.

 

Alex stood and held out her hands. “C'mon” she said as the two girls took her hands and they walked a short distance to a back room, painted in bright colors and filled with both books and movies.

 

The girls ran off to enjoy, while the three boys and Alex were left behind. Alex turned around and smile. “They'll be ok for a while, we have things that will keep them entertained for hours.” she said. “Did you need to know anything else?”

 

Freddy looked at her calmly. “Who is your f-father?” Freddy didn't know why he disliked calling someone else Alex's father, but he did.

 

“Oh…well I'm not sure who my real dad is, but my adopted father is Jeff Kingsley, you wouldn't really know him unless you live here.”

 

“So…you're adopted?”

 

Alex smiled. “Yup”

 

“Alex!”

 

She turned around and looked at the elderly lady. “Yes Mrs. Weston?”

 

“Your father just called and said that he wants you home now.”

 

Alex frowned. “A-alright” she stuttered. “I-I'll just put the book away and leave”

 

Mrs. Weston carefully and gracefully took the book from Alex, “Nonsense dear. I will put it up, you need to get home before your father becomes any more angry…”

 

Alex nodded, holding her hands together nervously before walking away.

 

“Alex?”

 

The girl turned around to look at the librarian only uttering, “I'll be ok, I promise…” before she picked up her bag and walked out.

 

As soon as the girl was out of sight the woman sighed.

 

“What was that all about?” Freddy immediately asked. “What did she mean by she would be ok?”

 

Mrs. Weston turned to Freddy, “It's not my place to say.”

 

As she started to walk away, Freddy quickly stood in front of her. “The hell it's not!” he yelled. “you tell me what's going on with my daughter right now!”

 

That shocked the woman almost speechless. “Excuse me?”

 

Freddy flexed his claws threateningly. “Tell me what's going on with Alexandria, right now! As her biological father, I have that right!”

 

The woman looked over both adults. “you are truly Alex's' parents?”

 

“Yes, dammit!”

 

“Then you must take her and never come back”

 

Freddy looked at her. “What the hell does that mean?!”

 

“Exactly what I said. Alexandria deserves more than what she's getting now, which isn't really anything.”

 

Freddy was getting frustrated. “Will you just tell me outright woman!”

 

“Alexandria is an abused child.”

 

Silence fell over the family as if an ice-cold bucket of water had just fallen onto them.

 

“W-what?” Freddy stuttered.

 

“Alexandria's adoptive father is a manipulative bastard who lives only to make others suffer.” She vented. “He's been doing it for years and no one does a thing about it. I've complained to social services so many times that they've stopped taking my phone calls.”

 

“How long?” Freddy growled, he could feel Jason's death grip on his arm and his hear was aching, but he was so pissed that he ignored everything else.

 

“About ten years”

 

“And nobody's done anything?!” he yelled gathering attention all around.

 

“Social services came and investigated but Kingsley made sure he was covered”

 

“How the hell did he do that?!”

 

“Kingsley hired some local high school gang to beat her up in public about once every week. That way when social services asked questions, he could blame it on just a normal fight at school.”

 

By now, Jason was crying and hiding his face in Freddy's shoulder as Connor did the same to his mother's leg.

 

Freddy was beyond pissed. Through he hadn't known about Alex until about a week ago, he still loved her, he loved all of his kids. But now, one of his kids was being abused almost daily by both a grown man and kids her age that had been hired by said man! Dammit, he could even bet that the kid he asked earlier was part of that gang.

 

“Where does she live?”

 

“Go down the street two blocks west, it's the white house with red shudders.”

 

Freddy turned and hugged Jason, “C'mon we're gonna go get her and leave.” Was the only thing he said before he turned and walked out. Quickly Connor collected his sisters and they ran after their mom and dad.

 

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Alexandria quickly waked home and entered the house not even five minutes later. As soon as her foot touched the house carpet, she was wrenched inside by her shirt. She cried out in surprise, but pain in the next as she was slammed head first into the recently shut door.

 

“What the fuck did I tell you about socializing?”

 

Alex refrained from moaning in pain. “B-But daddy…”

 

Once again her head hit the door with ah heavy thump.

 

The large man threw her to the ground and landed hard kicks to her stomach, chest, face and arms. After a simple few kicks, a few cracks could be heard as a few ribs buckled and her arm snapped in half from the hard forces her body was under. Many times she spit up blood and raised her hand, grabbing him, trying to stop the brutal treatment her body was going under. Finally, after a few more dozen kicks, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to a doorway down the hall, covered in at least ten different locks.

 

He wrenched the door open, throwing her inside on the pile of rags that had been her bed for the last few years, and slammed the door. She could hear the clicking from the many locks on her door being shut before it fell silent. The silence was both heartbreaking and heavenly to her before she passed out from pain and extreme exhaustion.

 

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Freddy pulled up in front of the house and put it in park. By now, Jason had gotten past his sadness for the moment and anger had surfaced. As they reached the house, Jason threw himself from the car, slamming the door behind him, breaking the glass window.

 

“Jason!” Freddy chastised, but it did not stop his enraged husband. “Damn he's pissed.” he muttered before quickly turning to his kids. “Connor, move to the very back with your sisters and don't move, do you understand me?”

 

Connor nodded and began moving his sisters as Freddy turned and ran up with Jason, just as he knocked the door down.

 

They stormed into the house just as a tan furred dog-man wearing a pair of nice black slacks as well as a white shirt and loosened tie, like he had just gotten off of work, but the most noticeable thing however was the blood spatters and bloody handprints on his wrinkled and ruffled shirt.

 

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Jeff Kingsley sat down in the recliner feeling good about how he handled the situation. Alexandria had been told not to talk to anyone but him, and when John told him that someone asked him for Alexandra, he was enraged. He immediately called the library and told the old hag to send her home. The moment the little bitch stepped into the house he growled out his only warning then took out his frustration on her.

 

Today was a good day….

 

BAM!

 

Kingsley lurched from his chair as someone hit his door so hard that the hinges were knocked half way off. He grabbed the pistol next to his chair and ran for the door.

 

BAM!!!

 

This time the door did come off the hinges and fell to the floor with a loud bang. Kingsley started yelling as the two men walked into his house. “Who the hell are you?!”

 

He took a quick look at the intruders. One had medium-dark grey fur, wearing long dark pants and a long sleeve dark blue shirt, as well as a white hockey mask. He could see the many scars where his shirt did not cover his body and his heavy boots made a `clunk'ing noise as they hit his floor. The other was taller and covered in horrible burns. He had large bat-like ears and was wearing dark pants, a long sleeve striped shirt and a large rimmed dark brown hat. Both were extremely different but had one thing in common…both looked extremely pissed.

 

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Freddy and Jason were enraged at the blood he was covered in. It was obvious where it came from, but by the look on the mans face….he wasn't even close to caring. They both took knowledge to the mans question and Freddy smiled one of his infamous cruel smiles.

 

“Your executors!” he growled. Both Jason and Freddy advanced on the man who paled and raised his gun.

 

“Don't come any closer or I'll shoot!”

 

Neither took notice to his threat and continued to advance. Freddy with his claws expanded and Jason with his machete gripped tightly within his fist.

 

BANG!

 

The gun went off but neither took notice to it, even when the bullet pierced Jason in the chest. Freddy reached Kingsley first and quickly knocked the gun from his hands and slashing him across the face.

 

The man cried out as the four razor sharp blades struck across his face and he fell to the floor. Taking his hand away from his face, he saw the red liquid that had poured from the wound. They took pride in the utter fear that poured from the man. Freddy and Jason towered over the man who looked ready to piss his pants. Freddy kneeled next to the man and placed his index blade under the mans chin and forced him to look into his own face.

 

“Well, well, well…what do we have here?” Freddy questioned. “Looks to me like a spineless bastard who gets his kicks out of abusing other peoples kids…”

 

Kingsley's eyes widened, but he didn't dare open his mouth to speak.

 

“You see, you made one teensy little mistake…” Freddy leaned down and whispered into the mans ear. “You abused the child of Freddy and Jason Kruger-Voorhees”

 

At this point the man did pee inside his pants. Freddy backed away in disgust, “he's all yours Jason.” Freddy gave Jason some room to take his shot. He may not always be the most sentimental guy, but he knew how important this would be to Jason. To take vengeance on the man that hurt their daughter.

 

Jason stared the trembling man down before raising his weapon and bringing it down straight into the mans gut and twisting it. Blood poured from the mans mouth but still he was alive, Jason had made sure of that. He stood there as the man squirmed in pain on the floor before once again raising his machete and bringing it down upon the mans neck, severing it from his body. At once the body was slack and stopped moving as the head rolled three feet from its body.

 

Jason stood there trembling from anger towards the man. Freddy quickly reassured him with a quick backwards hug before turning him around and kissing his forehead reassuringly. “C'mon let's go get her and leave as quick as we can.”

 

They walked from the living room where the man had fallen, but froze as they saw something that shouldn't have been there.

 

A puddle of blood that looked as if someone had wriggled around in it and a line of it leading down the main hallway was there in plain sight for both too see. It was like a ice-cold bucket of water had been dumped on their heads. They had killed the man in the living room, so the only other explanation for the blood being there was….Alexandria.

 

Quickly, they both rushed down the hallway, following the trail of blood to a door covered in many locks, both bolt and key. In Jason's frantic state to get to his daughter, he forced the door down in one hit.

 

BAM!

 

The door made a loud noise as it hit the floor, but the second it did, Jason was barging into the room.

 

The only thing that either could notice was the frail and fragile girl laying on top of what was a simple sheet and several old and used dish towels. There was blood on her face, hands, pants and the sheets she lay on. Her face was swollen from the force that had been impacted onto it. If there were any other injuries, neither could see from the glance the got before rushing to her side. Jason quickly gathered the girl into his arms, who groaned in protest during her unconsciousness from the injuries she sustained. Freddy could see the barely sustained tears in his husband's eyes as he cradled their daughter against his chest.

 

“C'mon Jason, we have to get her back home, Pam can take a look at her and tell us if she has to go to a hospital or not. She has better knowledge of this stuff than we do.”

 

Jason nodded quickly and stood, still cradling his daughter against his chest and followed Freddy outside of the house and into the car. Jason crawled in the middle seat with Alexandria resting in his lap. After he helped situate both his husband and daughter, Freddy jumped into the drivers seat and took off as fast as he could. Soon they were out of the town, but the silence still continued for a little while. During the quiet period, Freddy quickly called Pam and told her to be at the house when they got there. When asked why, Freddy simply looked at his three conscious kids and his husband stroking his eldests' hair in comfort before answering that he couldn't explain right now and to be there with a fully stocked first aid kit and hung up.

 

“Daddy? What's wrong with sissy?” Eve asked in a quivering voice.

 

Freddy looked to his youngest daughter through the rearview mirror and hesitated with his answer with a glance to his husband. “I don't know sweetie”

 

“But why won't she wake up” Mickey asked next.

 

“She's sleeping right now, okay?” he said softly so not to make his daughters cry.

 

Both girls nodded before burrowing their faces into their brother's shoulders, who in turn hugged them around the shoulders, whispering that everything was ok.

 

At the speed they were going, they reached the house in only an hour instead of the two and thankfully Pam was already there, waiting on them as they pulled into the driveway.

 

Freddy jumped out as soon as the car was shut off and opened the door on Jason's side. As Jason pulled Alexandria from the car, Freddy helped his other kids from the other side of the car. Pam ran up to Jason who still held the injured girl in his arms.

 

“Oh Jason! What happened?!” she questioned quickly.

 

Jason looked to his mother sadly and desperately. Freddy suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said, “That's not important right now, she is! Now quick, let's get her in the house and you need to look her over.”

 

Pam was one to argue when Freddy started acting all superior around her, but she knew that now was not the time. “Take her to her bedroom Jason, I'll be right behind you.”

 

Jason quickly followed his mother's orders and headed straight for the room. Up the stairs he treaded turning quickly to the second bedroom on the left and entered. The only things in the room were a bed and dresser because they had left it blank in order for Alexandria to decorate it the way she wanted.

 

Jason set her on the bed as carefully as he could, but continued to hold her hand, not willing to let go.

 

Pam stepped up behind her son. “Jason, you'll have to move if you want me to look at her.”

 

Jason quickly shook his head and he immediately felt a knife-covered glove placed on his left shoulder while the right pried his hands from hers. “Jason, you'll need to move for a little while. You can still stay in the room, but you need to move”

 

Reluctantly Jason let go and allowed his mother to move in as he buried his face in Freddy's chest.

 

Twenty minutes later, supported a tired Pamela Voorhees and pair of very worried parents.

 

“Well?” Freddy growled.

 

Pam glared at Freddy. “Don't use that tone of voice with my, you stupid moron. I was just about to tell you.” She sighed. “As far as I can tell, she has a broken arm and a few bruised or broken ribs. Beyond that there are bruises, scrapes and cuts all over the place, both healed and fresh.”

 

Then there was silence. No one could think of anything to say.

 

Jason kneeled next to the bed and grasped her hand again, once again afraid to let go, lest she disappear from his life once more…..