Love For My Killer (remastered) Jason x Michael

What Was Past

*Jason's pov*

I was jerked awake a thud and the sound of somthing slamming down stairs, fallowed by a groun of annoyance.
I pulled off the covers and put on some different cloths before going down stairs. I looked around the living room and Michael was no longer laying on the coutch, the blanket was sprawled out on the floor and the pillow was under the table.
"Michael?" I called walking through the room, I picked up the blanket and pillow and sat them on the coutch.
"Michael?" I called again I got no answer, I turned the corner and went to the kitchen.
I saw Micheal on the floor he had flipped the tabe and was laying on his back, he was laying in a fashion that made it look like he was relaxing.
"Are you ok?" I asked the only responseI got was a thumbs up from Michael, I walked over to him and stood beside him.
"Do you need help?" He shook his head, "im good down here" he spoke.
I reached down and picked up the table setting it back on its legs and moving the chairs back in place, the whole time Michael stayed still and barely moved.
When I was done I help him up, even though he was limp and wasn't helping at all. I managed to get him back to the coutch.
"So im going out, I'll be back later today" I said walking back into the kitchen to grab my jacket. "Alright" Michael responded.
I wasn't going out to kill incase you were wondering and im not going to start stressing about my mask either, I was just going for a patrolto make sure everything was in check. I strapped on my holster, stuck my machete in and left.

*Micheal's pov*

Jason finally left, It wasn't that I didn't like the kid it was just that I did want him to get cought up in my shit.
"Is he gone?" Came a voice from the closest. "Yeah" I said, I heard a thud and then foot steps walking towards me.
I turned my head to see Jeepers walking twords me.
"Now were was I?" he said and leaned over onto me trying to kiss me. "WOW Hey Wait A Minute!!" I yelled and put one hand over his mouth and the other on his shoulder to keep him back.
Jeepers pulled my hand off and frowned "what?" "Who The Hell Said You Could Kiss Me?" I growled pushing him back even more.
"I didn't come all the way back here just to talk to you, im gonna get what I want whether you like it your not" he said with that damn gruff voice I hate. I wasn't about to let have his way, not for a second.

*Jeepers' pov*

I had pushed one of Micheal's hands back and I was about to go for his neck, when I heard the swish of his knife being pulled out of his pocket.
"Now you listen here you overgrown bat" Michael spoke with venom dripping from every word.
"I dont have any entenchion on dealing with your shit, but if you touch me anymore then you already have.." Michael pushed me back and stood up, keeping hold of my shirt to have my face at eye level. "I Will Fucking Castorate You!" Michael pressed the tip of his blade to the zipper under my belt.
I was taken aback by this reaction, yeah sure Micheal has hit me before. Especially when I would mess with him but he's never pulled his blade on me, this was a first. "Now now no need to be so hostile, I was just playing around Micky I-" "Dont Call Me That" I jumped at his snap.
"IM NOT WITH YOU ANYMORE AND IM NOT GOING BACK WITH YOU EVER AGAIN!!"
Not to sound like a child but It kinda hurt my feelings. I backed up a bit and tried to talk to him "Michael I didn't-" I was cut off again "Shut The Hell Up And Leave" he said vilently letting go of my shirt.
"Im Sick Of Looking At You!" I let my arms fall "fine" I said.
I turned and walked to the door, I almost said something back, but I opened the door and left I spread my wings and flew off.

*Jasons pov*

I was looking around for the presence I kept feeling. It was getting lighter and lighter, I was beginning to consider the possibility of it being a deer or something.
It was no sooner then I had decided to move on to another corner of my territory that i heard a scream.
It made my jult and my instincts made me run twords the cry, they got louder and I began to hear the sound of wings flapping.
'No its can't be..' I thought as I reached a large hill that dipped into a valley, and in the distance was a little girl being dragged away by the same man who attacked me and Michael a few days ago.
The man had her by the hair, she was kicking, screaming and flailing her body to escape and it only got worse once they made it into the air. "HELP SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE" her voice was like nails on a chalk board, extremely high pitched.
I recognized that voice "Raven..?" I asked myself I did care at this point I ran down the hill side and drew out my blade; taking aim and throwing my machete at the wing of her attacker. The man let out a screach and dropped the girl, who by now had passed out.
I had never stopped running so I was in the perfect position to catch her.
I grunted as the girl landed in my arms and I watch as the man flew away, his wing dripping blood.
My machete fell from the sky and laned handle up in the ground, I reached for it and stuck it back in my holster.
Before looking down at the child in my arms her face was covered in blood, right eye hand been tworn out and huge gash led up the from her eye socket. "Someone's been through hell and back" I whispered, standing and straight and leaving the field. "Lets get you patched up hmh?"