Faded Memories (Jason Voorhees x Reader)

Chapter 3

Isn't life strange? One minute you're living life to the fullest, not a care in the world. Then before you know it, it's flashing before your eyes? You often though about what your life would be like if Jason was in it. Even Pamela isn't here anymore - from what you had heard, she had a massive mental breakdown and killed a bunch of camp counselors. Then one of the survivors had cut her head clean off with a machete. The thought of that alone made you want to turn around and make a run for the hills. 

After this psycho had ripped you from under the bed, he lifts you in the air by your neck and slams you against the wall, instantly knocking the wind out of you. You tried to gasp for air but his grip around your neck only became tighter. You reached up and tried to pry his hands from your neck before it was too late. Eventually you became lightheaded as your hands fell back down to your sides.  You felt pathetic, you weren't able to do anything to help yourself escape and you were just sitting there taking it. "Please." You croak, attempting to look into his eyes, only seeing dark holes instead. 

It was too hard to talk, and you knew that you had to do something to escape. This couldn't have been the end. You mentally apologized to the man before using all the strength you had to kick the man straight between the legs. On impact, you both descend to the ground and hit the floorboards with a thump. You immediately inhale a deep breath of air, feeling as your body began to have feeling again. You slowly push yourself up on your hands, sitting on your hands and knees before slowly standing, using the wall for support as the dizziness slowly faded away. You glance back at him and noticed he began to stand up as well, you could tell he was glaring daggers at you as you stumbled your way to the door. 

"Leave me alone!" You yell angrily, hastily heading out of the door way and hoping to find your way back to your car so you can hightail it the hell out of here. The man ignored you, as if that wasn't obvious that it would happen anyways. He was definitely a little slow considering his balls were more than likely still throbbing. But at the same time it was difficult for you to run too. Because of the rain, the ground was still a muddy mess, causing you to sink in the ground with every step you took. 

Deciding to take a quick peek over your shoulder, you couldn't help but notice this guy had totally vanished. You continue running with your eyes peeled for the smallest movement. The best guess you had was that this guy was going to try to cut you off somehow. Getting out of breath you begin to slow down, eventually coming to a complete stop. You look around, a suspicious notion in mind. In any horror movie, this normally meant that things were about to get ten times worse. Deciding to take the chance and escape while you can, you quickly made your way to your car, digging around for your keys while you do so. You were so close to your car you could practically taste it. 

Reaching for the handle of your car, you tug at it and sigh in relief as it opened. "Thank God." You murmur, quickly sitting in your car and slamming the door, your head leaning on the steering wheel once more. After what just happened, you needed a moment. Hell, more than a moment. After a few minutes of uneasy silence, you reach up and pull down the visor of your car. The lights beside the mirror light up and you look at the large hand-prints on your neck. "Oh man, which is more believable? I was nearly murdered, or I'm into some kinky sex?" You sarcastically wonder to yourself.

Without realizing it the man had returned, his machete stabbing into the engine of your car. You scream in surprise, your heart pounding out of your chest. His head jerks up and stares right through the windshield. From the looks of it, he didn't even see you because of your tinted windows. Cursing to yourself you grab your keys and shove them in the ignition, stopping once you realize that it's totally pointless to do so. You slam your hand on the steering wheel out of frustration and jump back as he pops up by the window.

He slams his elbow into the window, which instinctively causes you to cover your head as it shatters all over your lap. You reach over and grab your umbrella, slamming the top of it into his gut. You cringe as you hear him groan and use one hand to hold his gut as he leaned against the car for support. Deciding not to mess around you crawl into the passenger's side, pulling at the handle and opening the door. You tumble out and fall into the mud. You curse to yourself in disgust and quickly stand up, stumbling towards the main road to get out of here.

You cry out in pain as you suddenly feel his machete come into contact with the back of your leg, falling to the ground and screaming as he tears the machete out. A whimper escapes your lips and you begin crying, clenching your teeth from the pain. This was a pain you had never physically felt before. He stares down at you and you could feel that he was pitying how pathetic you looked.

You look up at him, your tears blurring your vision. "Do it. Kill me." You hiss, the tears falling from your cheeks once more. "I don't know who you are or what you want from me, but fuck you. This isn't your ground to be trampling on you hockey player wannabe." You mutter, angrily giving him the finger. Upon doing so, you notice him staring at your hand. You assumed he was looking at the ring on your ring finger. 

He immediately drops his weapon and leans down towards you. You panic and attempt to shove him away but instead he easily tosses you over his shoulder, only bending down to pick up his weapon once more. "Hey! Let me go you heathen!" You yell, screaming bloody murder as you slam your balled fists into his back. This camp had practically nothing around it and  your screams only echoed, but it was worth a shot.

He walks back into the cabin you hid - and nearly died in, and placed you gently on the bed. You immediately try to escape but you failed with the injuries done to your leg. He places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you back on the bed. You were tense, unsure of what was happening. If it was what you think it was, you weren't sticking around. You stare in confusion as he left the room.

As you looked down to investigate the damage done to your leg, you begin to feel lightheaded. You never did great with this much blood, especially when it was coming from your own body. "God help me." You stuttered, leaning back on the bed and fidgeting with your ring to hopefully get your mind off the pain and think of a way to escape. The man eventually came back with what seemed like medical supplies, but just as he did so, you couldn't help but black out.

[Heh, get fucked. Another cliffhanger. Kidding, I love y'all, seriously. End of Chapter 3! Let me know what ya think!]

[Edit 2: Okay guys, I made a HUGE change to this chapter and re-wrote it entirely! Please enjoy and I'll see you in chapter 4.]