Fear (Jason Voorhees x Michael Myers)

Chapter 4, page 16

(This is once again getting attention, and I guess it's giving me motivation to continue writing this.)

   Jason walked back to the cabin, a pep in his step and worry clouding his eyes. What was that pricking feeling? Why did he feel that? He subconsciously started jogging, his slow jog slowly turning into a full out sprint. As he saw the rickety old cabin in the distance, Jason noticed something was off. Something is missing. The happy jolly feeling that he usually feels when he's nearing where Michael and him stay is gone. It feels dull? Sad? It feels like it did before Michael got here. He opened the door and rushed into the living space, paper was knocked around, blankets thrown around, a cup of coco was knocked over and smashed on the rug. Jason ran a hand over his head and clutched his machete tightly. He kicked the coffee table and speed walked out of the cabin, looking at the sky and out into the water. Tears were past just running, they were like waterfalls all falling into the river slowly drowning him.

"Wha-wh-huh-eh-wha-t?" His attempt at a sentence failed miserably, his throat felt raw, clenched so hard he could barely breath. His shoulders ached. What the hell is he supposed to do now?

(This won't be updated often, but I'll try to continue it!)