Beauty and the Killer (Jason Voorhees x Reader)

Chapter 11- How Does A Moment Last Forever

Your POV

I was watching Jason sleeping. How did that happen? Basicaly I was looking for him to show him the new book that I'm reading, and I noticed that he was sleeping. So, it was my time to whatch him sleeping. He looked so cute sleeping...It was like a little baby...Wait! What am I saying?! It's not like I like him in that way! No...Maybe...? I don't know! I never had this kind of feelings for someone before..How am I suppose to get it?

Suddently, he woke up and I started to blush very hard.

"H-Hi, Jason! I was just..." I tried to explain when suddently, he grabed my wrist and he pulled me next to him in the bed which made me blush even more "Wha-What are you...?

I stoped when I noticed that he was sleeping again. His arms were arround my waist and somehow I felt safier and warm. Who would say that hug a serial killer could feel so good, specially when he has muscles everywhere.

Then, I closed my eyes. I felt in piece but my heart was running a maraton.

In the dream world

I opened my eyes and I was not in Jason's bed anymore. Well...I was with Jason, but in another place...

My heart stoped when I look arround and see an old attick with a bed a desk next to it. I felt deep nostalgia just by looking at it. How is that possible for me to be here? And who took me here?

"Jason...W-What is this?"

He looked at me with his eyes full of hope and kindness. He gave me a paper.

Your old house in New York

I looked arround and some little tears fell across my face. I was really there...In New York in my old house. I was 7 when I left this place, and it's already abandon with grafities everywhere.

I looked and I saw a lot of drawings and sketches. My father was an artist, but he had to give up from his dreams, for get a "true" job. And my mom was a singer. She didn't work, but we were very happy just with that.

"How did we get here?" I asked to Jason.

Then, he picked up a paper again.

It's a dream...But it's almost real.

I looked down...I knew it was too good to be real...

"It's so much smaller than I remember..."

I went to my bed and I grabbed my old teddybear and I started to remember a song that my mom used to sing to me, but with another lyrics.

"This is the New York of my childhood
These were the borders of my life
In this crumbling, dusty attic
Where an artist loved his wife

Easy to remember, harder to move on
Knowing the New York of my childhood is gone..." I sang.

Jason showed me another paper, again.

What happened to your mother?

I started to cry again but I decided to answer him, even so.

"My...My father says...That she died in car accident..." But a part of me never believed in that. I cleaned my tears.

Then, I saw blood in the stairs and I decided to follow it. Jason was always behind me.

I went shocked when I saw police things and bennets. I saw a picture of my family in the ground with broken glass.

Then, a flashback started.

*Flashback on*

I was almost 7 years old. I went to the market with my dad and my mom stayed at home. I had so much fun.

When we entered in my house...There was the body of my mother in the ground with blood everywhere. I started to cry and yell and my father did the same.

"G-g-go a-a-away...I-I'll b-be f-fine..." My mom said weak while my father called to the ambulance.

"MOMMY!!!" I hugged her crying. She was crying too.

"M-Mommy will b-be fine sweetheart..." But then, she closed her eyes and started to cry even more.

The ambulance arrived and my mom was taken to the hospital. But she was already in the heaven. I couldn't stop crying, just like my father. I heard the doctors saying that they will give me a drug for I cannot remember anything of what happened and to not have a trauma for my entire life. 2 months passed and it was my birthday, and it was when my father decides to leave New York forever.

*Flashback off*

I fell on thw ground with unstoppable tears falling across my face. Now I remember everything...And I couldn't control my emotions. Jason was looking at me with a sad expression. I didn't know what I was feeling...I was happy for finaly know the truth, but the truth is not always the best thing...

Jason touched my shoulder and I looked at him. He showed me a paper again.

I'm sorry....

I tried to give him a smile, he was very kind to bring me here.

"Let's go home..." I whispered still crying.

I stood up and I holded his hand. Suddently, he hugged me again and I started to cry even more. I looked front and I saw a figure of a man with his face burned, a fedora hat and a red and green strip sweater. He looked at me serious, but then he gave me a trusting smile. I was confused...Who was he?

We separated and we started to wake up.

End of the dream

I wook up in a hurry and I saw Jason next to me, he was waking up too. What was that dream? It felt so real...I noticed that my face was still wet because of the tears.

"Jason...Do you remember your dream?" I asked while Jason was standing up.

He nooded his head and he touched my shoulder, seeing my red eyes for the cry.

"So...It was real...And I can't express with words how thankful I am to you..." I gave him a large smile and he took my hand. "But...How could you do that?"

He shrugged but then he gave another paper. God...That guy has papers everywhere...XD

I asked a "friend" of mine if he could help.

"Well...Tell him that he's amazing!" I giggled and he seemed upset, I didn't really know why...

Autor POV

Jason got jelous when (Y/n) told that Freddy was amazing. Specially when the voice of Freddy came into his head.

"A girl with good taste!"

While with Patrick

Patrick was still inconscious in the woods trapped in a big tree. Noboty was looking after him, no one cared... Except one person...

That person took Patrick to a little cabin in the woods, gave him food and took care of him while he was sick.

But who was that mysterious person? I'll leave that to you...