His Girl - Jason Voorhees x Reader {Rewrite}

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Jason was about to step in and take out the repulsive rapist when his girl did it first; slapping him across the face and kneeing him where the sun didn't shine. Then she ran off, hurriedly hitting several small branches and scratching her perfect face. The killer itched to torture and kill the teen, but he had to make sure his girl made it back to her cabin - to safety. He felt bad about the sketchbook, but what else could he do? He wanted to give it back to her - yet all he'd done was cause her more trouble. Jason had to make it up to her somehow...but how? Oh, her sketchbook! He could give it to her discreetly - surely that would cheer her up!

The killer visited his shack, picking up her things but deciding to keep the shirt. He had to have something of hers to hold onto... something that gave him hope that she'd be his one day. Jason returned to the forest, holding her belongings and moving towards her cabin. Wait...she hadn't gone back yet? She was still interacting with the teens. Concerned and angry, Jason stashed her stuff safely behind a tree and stalked them, spotting the one of the teens hugging his girl. She didn't deserve to hold Jason's girl like that. Jealousy flowed through his veins whilst he watched, furious when the redhead lied about what went down.

Jason knew they were out searching for him, but killing the teens then wouldn't have served him any good. The others would've picked up something was wrong and taken off - not to mention his girl would've been terrified by his slaughterous ways. So he kept out of their sight; feeling bad that they didn't believe her. His rage intensified when one of the drunk teenagers threw a glass bottle at her head, the killer almost blowing his fuse and attacking them right there and then. How dare they belittle and bully her like that? That bottle could've seriously damaged her pretty little head. He witnessed the teens mixed reactions at the abuse, worried when she walked off.

He had to follow her. He had to make sure she was safe. So...he did. Jason stealthily followed her movements - a little sad once the girl had shut herself in her cabin. Of course, he could always sneak in through the other exit. He was about to go and do that but stopped in his tracks...hearing several soft sobs coming from behind the door. She was crying. Jason's heart ached after hearing her sounds of hurt; wanting nothing more than to break down the door and cuddle the upset female. The killer left the cabin for a split second to retrieve her things - still left by the tree - and then went through the backdoor again, being careful not to scare her like earlier.

He slipped into the kitchen and peeked around the door, seeing her sitting against the front door with her arms hugging her knees. Thirty minutes passed before she stood up - moving towards the bathroom. Jason shut the kitchen door the moment she got up, hoping he'd been quick enough. What would he do if she saw him again? The killer couldn't let her escape a second time; the teens would abuse her as well as not believe her honesty. And she would be even more afraid of him. He had to take the utmost of care when it came to his girl. Thankfully, she passed by and entered the bathroom - turning on the bath taps. Oh, she was going to take a soothing bath in the tub.

Jason strode into her bedroom and placed the sketchbook, pencils and backpack onto the bed, flipping open the sketchbook to a new blank page. He decided to leave her a little message - something to comfort her hurting heart. So the killer tried to draw the girl, making a sloppy heart around the stick-like figure. He knew he wasn't a good artist - not like she was - but he hoped it would cheer her up anyway. After placing the pencil back down, Jason left the bedroom and paused at the bathroom door, half-wanting to sneak a peek at the lovely female in there. But mother had taught him that way of thinking was wrong without consent. Plus, the girl would see him for sure.

The male walked back out of the cabin and moved towards the campfire - using the trees and foliage as cover. Who was it that threw the beer bottle at his girl? Which piece of filth had dared to do something like that? His eyes caught the culprit; the brown-haired boy lounging against a chair and drinking even more alcohol. How disgusting. To think he didn't even have any guilt or shame after committing such a cruel act - it filled Jason with the utmost of rage. The blonde boy and Spanish girl had gone back to his cabin together, the two bitchy girls had returned to their cabins - all that remained were the boys. Jason was patient; waiting until the drunken males had staggered off to bed.

Now was the time to strike - to follow his victim and teach him not to mess with the (h/c)-haired beauty ever again. He broke into the boy's cabin from the backdoor and saw him snoring on the sofa; completely gone due to the his heavy drinking. Jason grabbed the other male by his foot and dragged him outside, by the campfire. He spotted the beer bottle and suddenly an idea sparked - smashing up the bottle before shoving the sharp edge through the guy's stomach. His eyes snapped open and Jason squished the boy's face with his foot, not wanting him to sound an alarm to the others. Blood pooled underneath his boot, the crushed skull satisfying the killer immensely.

This time, Jason didn't hide the dead body; thinking it was high time the teens grew a little terrified of what he could do. He wanted to surprise them with a deadly gift - their revolting pest of a friend. They were incredibly dense; so dense that they hadn't discovered their junkie friend's corpse yet anyway. It didn't matter, Jason would give them a small nudge. This would make them pay for the abuse and agony they put his girl through. That rotten redhead was next - the sickening sleaze-ball definitely having a target on his back. The killer would never forgive the teen for trying to sexually assault the poor girl. What an awful thing to do.

He shook his head and kicked the dead body, shooting it a poisonous glare before he sauntered off. Jason wanted to watch his sweet soulmate some more, sneaking around her cabin again and seeing her sitting on the bed through a window. He stayed perfectly still - knowing that if he didn't move, she wouldn't feel like she was being watched. A towel was wrapped around her waist and body, a stunned expression written across her face as she held the sketchbook in her hands. The killer grew excited; hoping she would like the clumsily crafted drawing. Her slender finger traced the heart in wonder, her eyes gazing at the sketch with bewilderment.

Did she not like it? Jason was about to turn away, but grinned when she hugged the sketchbook - happy from the drawing or having it returned. Either way, he was glad he could cheer her up somehow. He frowned and squinted when she started to draw something - but he couldn't quite see what. The killer decided to surprise her further; going to a tree and pulling out his machete. He outlined a heart of bark and carved the word "YOU" before ripping it out from the tree. The heart represented the newly-found love he had for this girl, Jason planning to slide it under her door. So he entered her cabin and made his footsteps quite clear, a soft gasp being heard from her room.

The killer stopped outside the door; bending down and pushing the bark through to her. He listened in and the sound of bed springs creaking reached his ears - she must've climbed off the bed. The shadow of the bark disappeared, his girl obviously picking up the present. Did she know it was him? Or did she think he was one of the teens? Jason would be annoyed if she thought he was one of those revolting teenagers. Silent settled between the two, but Jason didn't really mind. As long as she enjoyed what he'd made her - that's all that mattered to him. He was worried about creeping her out though...was she even still there? Maybe he should-

"Thank you." Her voice was nothing more than a kind whisper; her hesitant yet gentle tone touching the killer's heart. She sounded so tremendously grateful, which made him happy.

This was what he wanted to do; to give the sweet girl some hope. To reassure her that someone out there cared about her safety and well-being. Jason had decided to be that someone. He had decided to take care of her...whether the shy female wanted him to or not. The killer already adored her lovely looks and peaceful personality. What more could he ask of her? She wasn't disgusting like the others - instead her mature mindset and mellow mannerisms were especially cute. Jason moved away from the door and left her cabin, his heart swooning over his selected soulmate whilst she ran through his thoughts.

The killer wanted to keep her close to him - a selfish and possessive feeling clouding his mind as he walked back towards his shack. Why should he allow her to talk to the other teenagers? Those vermin shouldn't even be allowed near someone as perfect and pleasant as she was; they'd ruin her beautiful nature. Jason struggled with his wild envy and his desire to protect the girl - both emotions clashing with his cunning mindset. He couldn't plan his traps and think about when to strike against the teens when his girl could be in potential danger. He'd have to attack and take out the trespassers soon, or who knows what else they'll do to damage the softhearted female.

Jason couldn't bear to leave her so vulnerable.