A kind Killer (Jason Voorhees x Reader)

Fresh air

It was getting dark, when the car made it's way through the forest. After some time the two men sitting in the front seats spotted some cabins in the distant. They seemed old and dirty, as if no one felt the need to stop them from slowly rotting away.

"Man this place is pretty run-down. Couldn't you find something more ... I don't know ... comfy?"

"Sure. A hotel with a nice spa and a room service that disposes the body when we're done. The perfect place for our honeymoon." Roland tilts his head to the side, exaggeratedly fluttering his eyelashes at his friend.

"I get it, I get it! No need for sarcasm." Johnny pouted, crossing his arms.

"Look, people think a killer haunts this place. So one corpse more or less ..." he shrugs his shoulders.

"But what if there is a killer?" Johnny asked concerned.

"2 vs 1 sounds fair to me."

"Yeah you're right! We would whup his ass!"

"Calm down. Save that for the girl." he smirks evil.

They pull up next to a cabin and get out of the car. Johnny streches for a bit.

"Ok you take the girl to the basement and I inspect the outhouse." he ran.

"Asshole come back here!" No answer exept laughing.

"Fine! Then I get to be first this time."

Roland turns around and slowly moves to the back of the car, gliding his fingertips over the cold metal while whistling a song. He stops and opens the trunk. He pauses and looks at you for a moment, licking his lips in anticipation.

"There you are little princess. Come to daddy."

He bends down to pick you up, but stops midway. Something seemed odd. That's when he realizes. He stands up straight and looks to the corner where Johnny had disappeared.

"Did you seriously forget to tie her up? You moron, I should hit you in the arrgh!"

Your POV:

Now is the time. With all your strength you drive the knife into his stomach, twisting it so the wound wouldn't close up that easy. The man groans in pain and looks at you in disbelief, before tumbling backwards and falling to the ground.

"Bitch ..." was all he could say, pressing his hands on his belly trying to keep the blood from pouring out. I put my feet on the ground still eyeing my enemy. I tried to stand up, but collapsed letting go of the hammer in my left hand to hold onto the car. My legs must be numb from the trip.

"What's going on over there?"

I turn my head, seeing the other guy come around the corner of the cabin. I took off. I didn't think, I just ran as fast as I could, twigs snapping beneath my feet. I could hear the other man swear like a sailor, but didn't look back.

My legs began burning like crazy. I stopped behind another cabin, taking a brief moment to catch my breath and clear my thoughts. My heart pounded in my chest like it was going to explode. I leaned against the cabin wall and closed my eyes. Where should I go? Where am I anyway?

I open my eyes, searching for information on my location. They spot a man in the shadows of the woods, slowly making his way towards me. I wanted to run, since I thought it was Mc Pee, but stayed when I realized it wasn't him. This man was taller. I sigh in relief

"Thank god, I need your help. There are two men that want to rape and murder me."

The man stopped, standing a few meter away from me. Now that he was out of the dark I could see him more clearly. My heart dropped into a bottomless pit. Not only was this man about 7 feet tall and built like a grizzly, strong with broad shoulders, his face was covered by an old hockey mask. His clothing was muddy and bloody, with various holes here and there. He stared at me through the dark sockets of his mask. To make everything worse I notice a big machete in his right hand dripping with blood. His whole appearance screamed pure death.

"You gotta be kidding me." I mumble to myself. He tilts his head to the side, examining my bloody knife.

"Where you at you stupid bitch?! You will pay for what you did to my friend!"

The stranger and I both looked in the direction of the shout. He's distracted, run! I ran again, cursing my luck as I did so.

Jasons POV:

When I turned back around the girl was gone. Shit. Whatever I will find her later, she can't escape me. No one can. I head towards the location of the other intruder. Time to start the killing.

Roland was leaning against the car, his wound fixed with bandages. Johnny did a somewhat descend job, for ones he's good at something. But as soon as he was done the idiot had jelled like a madman.

"Good job on warning the girl ...dumbass." was all Roland said. Johnny didn't reply and went into the woods, hammer in hand, trying to get revenge for him. Rolands vision was blurry, he definitely needed medical help soon. The only problem was how to explain such a wound to a doctor.

His thoughts were interrupted as a figure came into his view.

"Have you found her?" No answer.

"Aw man. Don't be disappoined We'll find her eventually." The figure came closer.

"All we wanted was to rape and torture a pretty girl. That's not to much to ask for right?" he smiled. The other man stood before him.

"It's not like you being so quiet Johnny." Roland frowned trying to get a clear vision. His eyes widen in shock right before a machete came down and split his head in half.

Jason pulled it out with a swift movement. Disgusting pigs. He flicked his machete, sending drops of blood flying in the air. He watched the corpse slowly moving to the side, landing on the ground with a soft thud. Blood seeped out of the gash, tainting the dirt crimson.

That's when a loud scream cut through the silence.