Fear (Jason Voorhees x Michael Myers)

Chapter 1, Page 2

Michael's POV

   He moved more into the corner as I walked toward him. Is he okay? I hope he is. Is it me? I hope not. I sighed and backed away I sat on the floor and reached out a hand. He looked at it and took his larger ruff hand and placed it in mine. I smiled and yanked him up with me as I stud. I let go of his hand and grabbed a notepad.

"So, who are you?" I wrote. I wasn't ready to talk yet.

He grabbed a notepad out of his pocket. "I'm Jason, and you are?"

"Michael." I wrote.

We wrote to each other the rest of the day until dinner. "Its dinner I think." I wrote, he nodded.

I smiled and stood up from my spot on the bed. He followed my actions as my guards walked in. One got the chains on me. Jason back away as he tried to do it. I reached my hand out and grabbed the chains. I tried to put them on him but he did the same.

I whispered, "Jason, I know what happened to you, but please just do this for me." Jason's shoulders dropped as I put him in the chains. The others were surprised.

Michael's POV

They took us out into the lunchroom, Jason and me sat at a table and someone brought use a tray of food. I pulled my mask up to eat. Jason wasn't eating.

"Jason," He looked at me. "Aren't you gonna eat?" I said, mouth full of food, he shook his head.

"Why?" I questioned, he pulled out his note pad.

"I don't like to take off my mask in front of people." I sighed and continued to eat.

Jason's POV

   He sighed and ate the rest. Two people came over and started to talk to Michael. I rested my head on the table and sighed.

"Awe, look! Hockey pucks tiered!" I groaned. Its Freddy.

"What? No comeback?" He smirked, he knew what annoys me. My eye twitched.

"Your not annoyed?" he asked, confused, but you never know, could be him trying to fool us. I shook my head. Total lie. Like damn...

"Stop it Freddy. Don't you have your friends to go back to?" Freddy sighed and walked back. I let out a breath that I was holding. The two guards came back over and took us to our room. I sat on the floor and grunted.

"What?" Michael asked. I shook my head.

"Nothing." I wrote.

"No, its something. Come on, tell me." he whined. I nodded.

"I think I like someone..." I wrote. Not wanting to tell who. He grinded.

"Who?" My eyes widened.

(Edited: November 4th, 2018)