He cares for me (Jason Voorhees fanfic)

Chapter 4-Saved By A Killer

She got up on her feet and ran towards John's cabin, which is next to hers. Marcel ran after her too, but the adrenaline kicks in and she ran faster than Marcel. How surprising.

"John! John! John, where are you?", Molly shouted and ran to the front door. She turned the doorknob, but to her disappointment, the door was locked. "No! Urgh-JOHN!", she screamed and bashed the door with her shoulder multiple times, but the door wont budge.

Her ached shoulders finally gave in. The window, she thought. She circled the cabin and searched for open windows, but all the windows was locked too.

Then one of the windows crashed infront of her, before a body landed onto her with a loud thud.

"AHHHH! JOHN! NO! John....", Molly broke into tears as she sobbed and gasped for air. Marcel came running and stopped, before falling onto his knees.

"J-John.. n-no", he muttered, and looked down in defeat.

Molly continued to stare at John's face.

As she looked up, Marcel was infront of her, his face close to her face. "Let's just get out from here", he said, and helped Molly up.

They stayed in Molly's cabin, since it was located in a safe spot: in an open area.

Then Molly felt something warm touched her hip. It was Marcel. He was staring at Molly, with a perverted smile on his face. His hands started to rub Molly's hips. "So, since we're alone on the bed, lets make ou -"..

"No", Molly snaps.

"Excuse me?", Marcel asked.

"No. Like I said, I dont do those things. And do you think its the perfect time to do those kind of things?", Molly replied.

Then she heard Marcel growl.

"Let's just do it. I dont care what you say, as long as I could have sex with you!", he yelled, before pinning Molly on the bed.

"M-Marcel!.. L-let me go! Stop it!", Molly screamed, but her mouth was covered by Marcel's large hands. She scratched and kicked Marcel, causing him to get even angrier than ever.

Then Molly felt a sharp pain stroke her left cheek, and she screamed. "Stupid whore", he muttered, and pulled out a knife before stabbing Molly's left hand, nailing it on the floor.

Molly screamed and cried at the top her lungs as Marcel continued to slap her and rip her clothes.

"H-Help!", she cried, but it was useless. Nobody was around except for the two of them.

Marcel pushed himself up so that he could unzip his pants. Suddenly Molly stopped struggling and stared slightly above Marcel's head. Horror filled her eyes. "What's wrong? Scared?", he teased.

Then a machete went right through the horny boy's chest, causing him to scream and fell to the side.

Molly screamed even louder than before and backed away. But her movements was stopped by her nailed hand.

She watched in horror as a tall muscular man in a white hockey mask stomped to her.