A kind Killer (Jason Voorhees x Reader)

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The sun was setting behind the crystal lake, causing it to shimmer in numerous colors. It was really a view to behold of. (Y/n) loved sunsets, like most people do and clearly would have enjoyed this magnificent show, that was taking place right behind her. Sadly she was busy fearing for her life.

The man had found me a few minutes ago and chased me until I was cornered on the dock. Sure I could jump into the water, the weather was nice after all, but I can't swim. The man took another step forward grinning a crazy smile, while swinging the hammer in a playful manner.

I gulped and stepped back, reaching the end of the line and went pale.

"What's the matter sweetie? Can't swim?" Tears welled up in my eyes. "Oh don't cry. I haven't even started yet."

I raised my knife, shaking uncontrollably. Fear clouding my thoughts.

The grin on his face vanished, turning it into an emotionless mask. His words however were dripping with hatred. "You will pay for what you've done."

He suddenly lunged forward, but instead of hitting me with the hammer he hit me with his shoulder. He screamed like a madman. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. I loose my balance and fall towards the water surface. As I do I see the man falling down, hitting the wooden boards,  breaking his nose in the process and the scary giant with the mask towering over his pain twisting body.

Jasons POV:

They haven't seen or heard me coming up behind them, being too focused on themselves. I swung my machete at the mans legs right as he made his move. It cut like a hot knife trough butter, causing him to fall like a tree. The cracking of his nose was music to my ears. I looked up just in time to see the girl fall into the water with a loud splash. No, she'll swim away! I took a step forwards to get a better look, not paying any attention to the man, as I crush his head effortlessly with my foot.

I froze on the sight before me. The girl was rapidly swinging her arms around in an attempt to stay afloat. Her panicked expression caused a jolt of pain to run through my body, as I remembered my own past. She's drowning!

I kneel down and grabbed one of her wrists before she could vanish in the depths of the lake. I stand back up and raise her to my face. Her soaking wet figure dangling from my grasp, not moving a single muscle. I move in closer, to check if she's still breathing. She wasn't. 

There's only one thing I can do to save her. I grab both of her ankles with my free hand, moving it up while carefully letting go of the other. I have to make sure she doesn't hit her head. Her (h/c) hair barely reached the ground. Here we go. I shake her violently, back and forth. This will hopefully get the water out of her lungs.

After a few swings she started coughing. I pushed the corpse, letting it roll into the water, to make room. I lay her down on the dock. Her eyes were still closed but she was breathing softly. Thank god. I smile, relieved that she's gonna be fine.

Wait a sec. I sit up straight, averting my eyes from the unconscious form. Why does her well-being matter to me? Why did I save her anyway? I don't know her, I even wanted to kill her earlier. What changed?

I look back at her. I could kill her now. My machete is right next to me, it would only take mere seconds for me to end her life. Heck I could get it done with my bare hands. I pause for a moment, before I look back down. Her body started shivering from being in cold, wet clothes. I sigh.

I pick her up bridal style and carry her through the spreading darkness. I needed to adjust the course on my way back home every now and then, when I happen to take a wrong turn. I know this place like the back of my hand, but my mind was occupied with something else. I couldn't focus while her head rested against my chest. What am I doing? This is insane!

Reaching my destination, I open the door slowly with one hand, making sure not to wake her up. I enter my home, headed for the living room and lay her down on the couch. I stood there for a while, contemplating on what to do next. Her sleeping form unaware of the struggle within me. I'm a killer! I don't save people! Have I lost my mind?! What do I think is going to happen when she wakes up? She will first: scream like hell, second: attack me with something and third: try to run away to get the cops. I sigh again, shaking my head in frustration. I get a blanket from my room and cover her body with it. She lets out a soft sigh of content, warming my heart and confusing my brain. I grab my armchair and move it around till it faced the couch. I let myself fall into the cushions, leaned back and closed my eyes. I listen to her breathing. It calmed me down ... which scared me. How is she able to do that? Scare a serial killer without doing anything? I should kill her. I opened my eyes and glanced at her. Maybe tomorrow ...