*Micheals POV*
I woke up to a loud crashing sound It shook the hole house, I jumped up and put on my shirt along with my mask. I did all this just in time before a huge wrecking ball smashed through the side of my house just missing me. "SHIT!" I yelled as the floor gave out beneath me I hit the ground hard, it shocked me so I stayed still. I heard someones voice "Hold It There's Someone In There!!" everything stoped I no longer heard crashing.
It was silent, only the shound of cracking wood and foot steps broke the silence. I knew that someone was walking twords me, and I recognized the steps too steal toes thats the typical worker boots, the steps made a slight vibration that got fairly easier to feel as the man got closer.
A prediction of his over all size 5,6 200 pounds at least. I felt a hand lay on my shoulder and shake me "Sir are you ok? Sir?!" I heard his say as he shook me 'this guy is going down' I thought.
I slowly opend my eyes to see who was shaking me, because of my mask he couldn't tell. The man turned his head "Call 911 I think he might be unconscious o-or worse!" It was at this time I reached out my hand and grabed his neck tightly he yelled and struggled under my grip. I stood up keeping a tight hold, "No!... No Please Let Me Go!!" He screamed I love it when they screamed it means the're scared and it means they'll suffer.
I threw in to the side and when he hit the wall I grabed a steel pipe that had broke loose and bashed his head in several times, he stopped yelling and moving after the third strike but, there's no kill like over kill so I gave him about 10 more hits until the pipe and his upper body were coverd in blood.
I threw the pipe down and started to pull out my kitchen knife until I heard another crash and this one was much closer. I barely got a chance to see what was coming but what I did see I knew what it was... the wrecking ball. I opened my mouth to yell and then black out...
I couldn't tell you what happened after that, because anything I did after that I did unconsciously.*Jasons pov*
I was sitting on the couch with the TV on I wasn't really in the mood to watch it but, I didn't want to sit in silence eather.
I just sat there pondering the events that occurred yesterday.
It had been almost 3 hours of me just sitting on my couch when I felt a strong and slightly fermiler presences. 'Maybe that bitch I missed is back for round 2' I thought as I stood up and picked up my machete.
I was about to walk outside when I realized I didnt have my mask... I turned around and thought for a second.
I walked over to my living room closet, and I dug around until I found my old bag the I wore over my head when I was younger. I put it on and realized that it had gotten a bit small on me, I had to make the eye hole bigger than it was before and it no longer sagged on my shoulders. Once I was done fixing my mask replacement I left the house and followed the path way of the presence and it let me to the northern side of my tartitory, it seems like im over here alot nowadays.
I looked around for the girl keeping my ears open for any sounds of movement or fear. I heard a twig snap behind me, I instantly turned and threw my machete at a tree in the distance. It hit the tree and went straight through to the other side. "AHHHHH!!" came a mans voice witch shocked me, because with all the stumbling this guy was making it seemed like it was a girl.
I shrugged and walked around the tree to see who I had cought.*Michael's pov*
everything was in pain I felt like I was dying witch would be a hole hell of a lot better then on going pain. I opened my eyes to find myself in the woods leaned up against a tree, I moved my foot to stabilize my stance and I stepped on a twig it broke the silence and made me nervous. As soon as the twig snapped I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and upper chest, it was so excruciating that I actually screamed to let out the pain. I started hereing footsteps coming twords my
'Just please let it be Jeepers so he can put me out of my misery' I thought, but it wasn't Jeepers It was some guy with a potato sack over his head. 'what in the actual hell' my mind was done with shit today and just stopped trying to process what the fuck was going on.
The man stood infront of my just looked at me up and down, he reached for me and I pulled out my kitchen knife slicing at him, it did no damage he was far enough away to where I couldn't cut the skin, I managed to slice through his shirt though.
He looked down then back at me and pulled the sack off of his head.
My eyes widen 'it's the kid, did I really walk that far unconscious?' I thought. I dropped my knife, let my arm fell to my side and looked down. "Hello again" I heard a voice it was calm and gental I looked back up at the kid.
'Did he just... speek to me' I was in awe for a few seconds before he spoke again. "My name is Jason Voorhees" he said as he walked around the tree and when he did I felt a wave of relief wash over me. my body fell but I didnt hit the ground the ki- i mean Jason cought me. "Sorry about that, I thought you were someone else" he said putting my arm over his shoulder and lifting me up onto my feet wile still supporting me. "Your gonna have to help me a bit" he said "can you walk?" I grunted and took a step forward and then another, the pain in my chest and lower body was way less intense with Jason's help. I smiled under my maks I had a weird feeling like the one when I first met Jason and but without the rage.*Jasons pov*
I could tell he was hurt pretty bad, ever time he took a step he would cringe and it was really bad on his right side, good thing that was the side I was supporting.
On our way back to my cabin the man tried to walk on his own raising up and stepping down on that right leg. When he did I could here a terrible bone crunching sound fallowed by a scream of agony from the man.
I held onto him and stood in a way the forced him to lean on me, he panted and shook I can only imagine what kind of pain he was in.
After he recovered from the ordeal we kept going but a bit slower then before.
We made it to my cabin finally and the man was starting to seem dazed like he was drunk or something, i figured that it was from the pain and blood lose.
When we got inside I sat the man down on the coutch and went into the kitchen to get somthing to stop the bleeding and to wrap up his leg.
When I got back he was limp like he was asleep, I walked over to him with a metal box that had a red cross on the front.
"Somthing got you good didn't it" I said with no response, I disnt expect one he seemed to be passed out.
I started with the stab wound that I caused, it was a bit awkward because I had to unbutton his shirt almost all the way down and pull his left arm out of the sleeve.
I reacted into the box and pulled out a hook shaped needle and some thread, now im no professional but I had seen my mother do this enough times on cloths and once an a person who cut open there head on a table in the mess hall. I threaded the needle and dubble knotted the end, before I pushed the skin of his shoulder and chest together with my less dominant hand. When I started to stitch him up he woke up and I thought I was gonna get a kick or a punch, but instead he helped by pushing on the other side of his skin so that I could focus on keeping the needle steady.
Once I was finished with the front he turned to his side on the coutch so I could stitch up the other side.
I was about half why done when I heard him speek in the same calm raspy voice he spoke in the first day we met. "Michael.." he said I was a bit confused 'did he forget my name?' "Hmh?" I asked "my name.. its Micheal... Micheal Myers"
I smiled slightly I liked the sound of his name. "Thats a nice name" I said cutting the thread and setting the needle to the side "So is yours" he responded I stood up and went over to his leg "do you mind if I cut through the pant leg?" I asked getting on my knees.
He looked at me a and then started to mess with his belt, at first I did know what he was doing until he lifted his hips up off the couch and started to pull his pants down. I blushed and turned my head "Y-You dont have to-" I was cut off by his voice going over mind "I dont have another pair of these, and I have shorts on you can look" he said with a slightly reassuring tone, I looked back at him and my blush lighted a bit but not much. I grabbed a role of gauze that was sitting in the corner of the box and I sat it next to me. "Im gonna see were the break is ok this will hurt" I said he nodded.
I ran my hand down this shin pushing on certain spots until I pressed on the middle of his shin and Michael flinched. "There?" I asked, he nodded.
I picked up the gose and wraped it from his knee down to his ankle it took a few roles befor I thought it was enough. Then I stood up and walk to the closest and pulled out a flat rod and I dent it until it was in an L shape. I walked back over to Micheal and put it on the underside of his leg, then I proceeded to rap his leg with the ace wraps that were also in the box.
When I was finished I put a pillow on the table and helped Michael rest his leg on it. "Thank you" he said looked to the side "your welcome" I said back before I handed him the TV remote. "You can watch what ever you want" I said before heading up the steps.*Michael's pov*
I watched as Jason walked up the steps out of my sight. as leaned back I looked bown at my leg, just wondering how and when did he learned to do all of that. I mean im guessing he lives alone out here, and you wouldn't think someone like that would know anything about medically tending to someone. Its really intriguing to be honest, I guess we're even now.
He saved me I saved him, I helped him he helped me.
I sat for a few more minutes then turned the TV on and leaned back, I ran my hand across the stitches on my shoulder and to my chest were the cut had ended. "There's that feeling again" I said.
'What is this' I thought as I sighed and watched the TV.
I felt happy I guess even though it felt like a little bit more then that.Aaand thats a wrap I got tbis one done much faster just for you guys, I hope you enjoyed and if you did please vote for my stoy and leave a comment on what you think I can alway use some feed back or encouragement. So yeah I hope you enjoyed and I'll get to it work on the next chapter soon.
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Love For My Killer (remastered) Jason x Michael
Fanfictionthis is a remake of my previous story love for my killer it's basically the same plot just a different tail being told in pov. With different events leading up to new or similar things. hope you enjoy reading my story