𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕙 //ᴶᵃˢᵒⁿ ⱽᵒᵒʳʰᵉᵉˢ ⱽˢ ᴹⁱᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ᴹʸᵉʳˢ ˣ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ//

Chapter 12: Questioned

"Y/N L/N?" A voice took me out of my concentration. I looked over to see who i assume to be a detective walk in the room and swiftly shut the door behind him as if I would try to escape.

"Yes?" My voice sounded shaky and nervous even though I did my best to sound strong. Truth was I was scared. Guilt killed me though, I wasn't scared for me but for the two serial killers. I wished the best for them even though I shouldn't.

"I have some questions I need to ask you." He walked over to the table and sat down at the chair on the other side. "Do you know why you are here?"

I instantly knew it was a trick question. I could answer truthfully about Michael and Jason or I could lie and act like a victim. It wasn't that hard to decide.

"No, they slightly told me but I dont understand." I lied with a straight face.

"Let's get to the point." He set a file down on the table and looked at me, "what do you know about Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees?"

"Nothing other than the legends." I lied once again.

"The legends? I thought you saw them."

"Just because I saw them doesn't mean I know anything about them." My palms started to sweat as nervousness made it harder to lie.

"Tell me," the detectives words made me cringe knowing the next question might trick me. He opened his mouth to ask the next question but stopped when someone unlocked the door and ran into the room. The new man ran up to the detective and whispered something in his ear.

He showed little to no emotion but after being around masked slashers I could read him like a book. His entire body language said nervous, even if his face said nothing.

"Excuse me Ms. L/Y." He calmly stood up and rushed out of the room with the other man, leaving me once again alone.

I exhaled heavily as if I had been holding my breath. Being alone in the room was worrisome but being with the detective was worse.

Time passed by slowly as I quietly panicked in the almost empty room. I was completely zoning out until a loud screeching sounds pulled me out of my thoughts.

I perked my head up and looked around even though I wouldn't see anything. Or so I thought.

The screaming went from muffled to clear real quick as the one way glass broke into pieces. I gasped and moved away to the other side of the room once I realized why it broke.

A bloodied body was thrown right through and laid lifeless against the table down to the floor. I saw the machete stabbed straight into the bodies chest.

I was so fixated on the body that I almost didn't notice the large figure make its way through the broken glass.

My heart stopped when large hands grabbed onto me, pulling me into a tight hug. My panic soon settled when I looked up to see a hockey mask pointing down at me.

"Jason? You're alive!" I enforced the hug. "I was so scared, I thought you had died." I confessed as I bury my head in his chest.

He didn't respond verbally as expected, instead he gripped into me tightly and lifted me up into his arms. At first I looked around as he carried me out of that damn room until I noticed the amount of bodies displayed on the floor. Instead of looking i hid my face in the crook of Jason's neck.

A cold wind blew up against my skin. Signaling we had made it outside. I couldn't say exactly where he was taking me but I could easily guess.

"Where's Michael?" I asked without thinking.

Jason avoided my eyes as he kept walking forward. This worried me.

"Jason?" He stopped walking and set me down into the ground.

"Is Michael ok?" I watched as he rolled his thumbs together and avoided eye contact.

Tears built up in my eyes as I watched Jason's hand move up to his throat. He pushed a finger over his neck, symbolizing Michael's death.

"No... no it can't be." My face burned as my legs felt weak. I fell to my knees as I looked up at Jason with my tear filled eyes.

Jason moved forward and sat down in the ground in front of me. I moved forward and cried into his shoulder. He stiffened up, probably not use to this much human contact but he soon relaxed and rubbed circles on my back with his hand.

A warm liquid made me move to see red staining my cloths and skin. It didn't take much searching for me to find the large gash down Jason's collar bone and a stab wound in his side. It was accompanied with many other small scratches.

"Jason you're hurt..." I said in shock even though I should have expected wounds.

I lightly put my hand over his side. I could tell he was nervous but let me hold onto him. He trusted me.

Jason then stood up and held a hand out to me. I grabbed onto his much larger hand and he pulled me up to my feet.

Following him into the forest was almost a challenge from how fast he walked but I did my best to keep up with him.