The Seed of Jason: Camp Crystal Lake Case: Annabell Blake

 

Annabel looked up as the door to the interrogation room opened and closed. Detective Ficher sat down in the chair opposite her, going over the case file.

"Camp Crystal Lake...No one's been there since the camp closed down...so what were you doing down there, Ms. Blake?" he raised an eyebrow.

"...I live there" She said calmly. Ficher looked up at her.

"Is there a problem with that, officer?"

"...No...it's just...someone...in your condition..."

"And what condition is that? My blindness or...is it somethin' else" She smiled fixing him with her ghostly pale blue eyes.

"...That's not what I meant..." Detective Ficher sighed. "Do you know why the camp was closed down?"

"My mother told me that when she was at camp, a little boy drowned in the lake. Then there were the murders...and the disappearances..."

"So what in Gods name were you doing down there?"

Annabel flicked her eyes away.

"...My...father was a drunk...After mama died...he moved us out to the woods surrounding Crystal lake. Mama told me when I was a little girl to stay away from that place...daddy wanted to make sure I wouldn't run away from him. He tried to force himself on me one night. I smashed a beer bottle over his head and ran...I know it wasn't the smartest thing for me to do...blind girl running through the woods at night but...then he found me..." she smiled.

"Who?"

"I don't know his name...he never spoke to me but...he took care of me and saved me from my father"

"If you didn't know his name, what did you call him?"

Annabel smiled then, her cheeks flooding with color.

"...I called him..angel..."

"...Angel...right..." Detective Ficher sighed tossing the pictures of several mutilated bodies down on the table. "...Never heard of an angel who could disembowl a man without mercy..."

"The angel of death..."Annabel remarked.

"That ain't funny" Ficher snapped.

"Forgive me, I guess I lost my sense of humor along with my sight..."

Regaining some of his composure, he looked her over.

"He force himself on you?"

"Of course not!" She cried looking offended. Ficher gave her a look.

"...You're telling me you let him..."

"...Even though I can't see you I can here the cynicism in your voice, Detective" she bit out.

"...I'm just sayin', a pretty young thing like you, lettin' yourself be had by a..."

"You didn't know him!" Annabel cried, she winced slightly.

"Shh, take it easy..." Detective Ficher began. Her eyes focused on the table, a hand stroking her full round stomach.

"...You didn't know him..."