Sacrifice
Michael's POV
We ran to the camp, on the way out I grabbed the bag of food. We ran to the cabin, tears were streaming down my face. I turned to Jason.
"What are we going to do?" I said, trying to stay calm bit failing badly.
"Ah ha! Follow me." We ran to the bathroom and opened a trap door. We jumped down it and hide in silence. We waited for about 10 minutes. Jason peacked through a crack in the floorboards. He gasped and jumped back down. I looked at him.
"Who is it?" I asked, even though I knew.
"The police are in my home." His voice turned deep and very intimidating. I crouched lower and noticed that it is way bigger. I walked out into the cave, I didn't even know this existed. I walked around, there was lots of blankets and tools. It was small, but there was room space above my head. Jason spoke as I turned around.
"What was that?" He turned to look at me.
"Its safe." He opened the trap door and walked out. I waited looking up at were he went up. His hand stuck down after awhile and beckoned me to come up.
"Come on, its safe." His eyes never lie, he was smiling. I smiled back and held his hand, he pulled me up so softly, maybe he thought I would brake. I jumped up and held him tightly.
"I never want to leave you, Jason." His eyes lit up.
"Me nether." I closed my eyes and leaned my head on his chest.
(And yes, I used the word "beckoned" right, here just look... -_-
beck·on
verbpast tense: beckoned; past participle: beckonedmake a gesture with the hand, arm, or head to encourage someone to come nearer or follow."Miranda beckoned to Adam"synonyms:gesture, signal, wave, gesticulate, motion"the guard beckoned to Benny")
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Fear (Jason Voorhees x Michael Myers)
FanfictionThis is a remake of my Jason Voorhees x Michael Myers "Insane". UPDATES SUPER FAR APPART BUT HEY, AT LEAST THIS IS STILL GOING. (Also, this has been going for a year... Yikes.)
