Could I really love him? (Jason x reader)

Chapter 3-Meeting

Jason's POV:
As I quickly stumble away from the crime scene I am responsible for, I headed to the main cabin I figured that's were most of the counselors are. As I entered the building I saw no sign of life on the bottom floor the top I'm sure I'll find someone.

Once I make my way upstairs I hear water running,creaking noises,and wheels treating across the balcony.Making sure I'm quiet as possible I walk pass the bathroom and bedroom to the balcony. I'm met with a disabled counselor with his wheelchair facing the railing, I step behind him plunging my machete through his head. While he slightly dies as his figure collapses in his wheelchair.

I exit the balcony doors to the bedroom while I see two figures in the bed together, not really sure what they're doing but not really caring since my objective is too kill and get revenge. The woman on the bottom notices me and lets out a scream which is then cut short when I grab a broken paddle that's off to the side by the bed frame and plunge it into both there hot sweaty bodies.
Three more down a couple more to go.

As I was about to leave a dark haired girl walks In to find the little mess I've made she cowards in fear and backs into the wall, what an idiot. I take a new tool out of my pocket to use on her. She doesn't put up a fight but instead puts her hands up, like that's going to save her. I plunge the knife into her chest and she lets out a breathy whine and collapses on the floor.
Too easy.

———————————————————————————____________________________________Y/ns POV:
As we entered the campsite we saw as rain began to fall from the sky, fucking lucky us, me and Ted were in the trunk getting wet that soon led us to being soaked. As we pulled up to the main cabin everyone got out and ran to the door so we couldn't get wetter than we already were. Once we entered the cabin we noticed it was pitch black and the lights weren't working.

"Must be the wind"

I informed everyone else. We called names to various counselors,but no response. Me and Ginny started to go up stairs and look for people while Paul and Ted looked downstairs.

Me and Ginny looked in the bathroom, no one there. We made our way back to the hallway the floorboards creeking under us. Then made it too the bedroom.
When we opened it we were greeted with wet floors, we couldn't really tell what it was till Ginny took out a flashlight from the counter. She turned on the flashlight and pointed to the bed

And then we saw it a crimson red staining the cleaned white sheets, me and Ginny both gasped in horror praying it was some sort of prank. She then pointed the flashlight to the corner of the room, to show Vickis dead body In a pool of her own blood. As we were locked in our mortified trance we heard Paul yell from down stairs, we shot up from our position and ran down stairs.

Once we ran down stairs out of breath we were faced to face with Paul wrestling with a figure that had a sack over his head and was wearing a plaid button up shirt and overalls.
"GIRLS RUN!" Paul demanded. Ginny did as he asked but I wasn't having it I ran passed them and grabbed a knife from the kitchen preparing my attack. As I ran up to the other figure he pushed me off of him slamming my head against the wall knocking me unconscious.

When I woke up I was in a bedroom, one I didn't recognize, I looked out the window to see daylight. Praying it was all a dream that happened last night ,I was wrong. I had a bruise on my temple I could clearly see because there was a mirror parallel from me. I went to sit up but was immediately dragged back onto the bed, I look down to see what was keeping me in place.My hands were chained to the metal bed frame.

I waited on the bed for another 20 minutes till I heard the door creak open, started I inched to the wall were the bed met. Hearing heavy footsteps come closer and closer my fear and anxiety grew with each thud. Eventually, the door swag open. A tall a big figure was facing me I was so lost in my own fear I finally understood who it was, Jason.
"Jason...please...please...don't" I pleaded. I felt my hot tears coming off my cheeks and roll to my neck, was I really going to die? He stepped closer to the bed and stoped at the foot of the bed and looked at me for a moment. I couldn't really understand what was going on,all I knew is that theirs a masked murder in front of me contemplating whether or not if he should kill me.

"Come"

He spoke, his words rang through my head and sent shockwaves through my body. If he was going to kill me wouldn't he have done it by now?
I inched to the side of the bed and let my feet dangle off the side, still keeping eye contact with him. I figured I'd ask some questions,figured I'd know a bit more about him if I was about to die.
"Are you Jason Voorhees?"
He nodded.
"Are you going to kill me?"
He looked down at the floor for a moment then looked back up at me and shook his head. I don't know but for some reason I felt sympathy for him.
"Why?" I asked in a calming tone.
"Mother says...you would have saved me."
Saved him? What does he mean by saved him? From drowning?
"From...the lake?" I asked calmly not to set him off.
He nodded once more.

"Can I ask you something?"

1016 words.

A/n:
Not gunna lie this story kinda ass 💀