I faced a man who's build was very large, he had broad shoulders, he wasn't thin, he was tall he looked to be almost 7 feet tall. His face was covered by a strange hockey mask, with most of the paint worn off. He wore a long sleeve black button-up shirt with a collar tucked in a pair of dark rugged pants. Black rubber boots firmly placed on the ground. In his dark gloved hands held a machete. At that moment I realized this is what I was asking for. Before I could think about what I was about to say words flowed from my mouth like a river. "KILL ME!! I don't want to be here anymore!!" Still he didn't move. He stood there frozen, motionless, almost lifeless. Before I couldn't take anymore silence, he moved towards me in two giant strides. I was a goner. I closed my eyes and awaited death to strike me down. There was no pain, I felt no different. A warm hand melted to my skin and brushed away tears that steamed my face. I flenched at first, not expecting such a kind gesture. I opened my eyes slowly to the man who once stood like a statue, trying to comfort me with a kind, generous gesture. I stood in shock, "Why is he being so caring? I thought he was a killer. But this isn't how killers act. How?" I couldn't quite wrap my head around it, but feeling his hand so warm against my face made me feel safe. I started tearing up more as I buried my face in his chest, hugging him tightly wishing I could stay this way forever...
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Jason Voorhees's Girl
FanfictionFriday the 13th. Who's ever heard of that movie??? A lot of people I'm guessing. But who ever said that Jason killed JUST because he was bullied, and him and his mom died. What if there were another reason? Another side to this story? You want to k...