His Girl - Jason Voorhees x Reader {Rewrite}

✿Chapter 11: Wicked Witch-Hunt✿

"I...I don't know what's going on. I'm not taking any sides here." Jon's tone was hesitant - the blonde deciding to stay neutral.

"I don't think you did it. If that's any consolation." James muttered quietly.

"I think someone is crushing~" Courtney cooed in her beautiful accent, causing the other boy to grow het-up.

"I am NOT! I just don't think she has the guts to try something like that, 'kay?" He snapped at the Spanish girl sulkily.

"James and I are going to look for Cara - see if she's alright in all this chaos. Courtney, you staying here? Or are you going back to the campfire?" Jon took charge and made a plan, the blonde-haired boy being a good leader.

"I think I will go see the others... See if they have calmed down." She gave you a quick hug and a wave before leaving, her long hair willowing behind her body like a pretty veil.

"Take care, (Y/n). Be on the lookout for that man you saw. I'll check in with you in a bit." Jon dipped his head as a nod and began walking, James following silently.

You leaned against the doorstep whilst tears leaked from your eyes; loneliness and hurt clouding your mind as you tried to stay calm. James believed it wasn't you. Courtney and Jon were at least giving you a chance. There was somewhat of a bright side. But...someone was dead. What if Cara was dead too? What if there was a killer prowling around? Was it your mystery guy? Or was it one of the teens? Maybe your secret admirer had a hand in all of this... You hadn't a clue. Wiping your eyes, you went to get dressed and then left for the forest - determined to find the tall individual. It wasn't everyday you found someone wearing a mask and stalking you behind a tree. He had to know something.

The trees were rustling intently, the wind forcing them to whisper and quiver whilst you wandered through the solitary area alone. You didn't see or sense anyone nearby, so you kept moving; wanting to find anything that pointed you towards the potential suspect. You didn't want the others to suspect you, because you knew you were innocent. The morning sun sifted through the green trees, causing the shadows to dance every time the branches moved. You would've liked to take the time to appreciate the lovely nature around you, but you forced yourself to continue onwards - praying to find any evidence of a killer.

Suddenly, your eyes spotted something strange; some sort of shack or small home. It was made up of decaying metal - the rusted pieces being from other buildings. Did someone live there? It certainly wasn't part of Camp Crystal Lake... You crept closer, approaching the home but keeping your distance at the same time. You didn't know if it was dangerous or not, so you stopped moving and stared in curiosity at the battered building, wondering if it held any human life behind its wooden door and dusty window. Perhaps it was a home for a homeless person or something?

You took a step closer but didn't even make it to the door - a rough hand clapping over your mouth and a strong arm snaking around your waist. W-What was going on? Were you being abducted? You desperately writhed in someone's grasp, needing oxygen as well as escape. You were beginning to feel a little lightheaded; your legs collapsing under you whilst this person forced you into unwilling unconsciousness. You blacked out, waking up on a grassy bank and trying to gather your bearings. Hold on...this was the same grassy bank the masked figure was stalking you on. W-Was it him that caught you staring at that building? Was it his home?

You'd only been unconscious for a few minutes, because the sun was still relatively low in the sky. It wasn't a serious blackout; you'd just fainted from the lack of oxygen. After taking a few breaths of fresh air, you climbed to your feet and regained your composure - running a hand through your messy hair. Should you try and find that shack? Or would that person force you to faint again? You decided against it, not wanting to blackout and be restrained. It was deeply unsettling, due to the fact this person could've done anything to you. You hurried back to your cabin and stared in horror at the main living room.

Your cabin had been ransacked. The radio was smashed, the shelves broken, the walls slashed and your windows shattered. The table had been upturned, and the chairs were pushed over in different directions - the whole room being wrecked and ruined. Did the teenagers do this...? Maybe it was a good thing you'd gone out, because the witch-hunting theory was proving to be the truth. But what were they going to do to you? Butterflies buzzed around your stomach, your fear amplified by all the damage done to your home. You definitely felt hunted alright...but not by a man in a mask or by this mysterious killer.

You felt hunted by your fellow teenagers - the ones who trespassed into your cabin just to find you. And who knew when they'd try again? You had to secure this place, and fast. Moving quickly, you pulled a wooden plank over both doors - the backdoor and the front door - and then grabbed a plastic bag from the kitchen. You shoved a whole bunch of food and bottled drinks into said bag, planning to hole up in your room and stop oncoming visits from the teens altogether. Once you had filled up on supplies, you picked up the heart-shaped bark and hurried into your bedroom; dumping your things onto the bed.

Then you pushed the heavy wardrobe against the door, trapping yourself inside the room. At least they couldn't get you. You were safe...for now. You picked up another book from your suitcase and passed the time by reading - occasionally nibbling on snacks whilst you tried to calm yourself down. But you were incredibly stressed-out, anxious about the danger surrounding your cabin. They'd return and retry soon, but you'd be ready. Hopefully, you could make them leave. If not...well...game over. The afternoon ticked by, the sun sinking into the landscape whilst evening began taking over.

You snuggled down under your covers and decided to sleep, praying that the teens had just tried to scare you and nothing more. Unfortunately, that didn't turn out to be the case. After half an hour of sleep you got awoken by loud shouting - wild hammering hitting your front door. Oh god...where they here? You peeked out of your bedroom window and angled yourself to the right, seeing them crowded around your door like this morning. Kathy and Stephanie looked hysterical, Axel looked pissed and James looked hesitant - being the only sane one there. However, you didn't see Courtney or Jon at your door.

A scared scream slipped through your lips when they forced the front door open, their shouts and angry nature freaking you out further. "Stop it! Leave me alone!" You called back nervously, hugging your knees and trembling due to being victimised.

"Not until you pay for what you've done, skank!" Axel yelled in a drunken slur; stomping down the hallway as the others followed suit.

"I haven't done anything!" You wept.

"You killed Luke and Cara! We found Cara's body - dead and hanging on a coat rack! What do you have to say for yourself, you crazy bitch?!" He roared and slammed his body against your door, the wardrobe wobbling slightly.

You sobbed in fright when you saw it wobble, leaping to your feet and backing up against the wall. "I didn't do it! I didn't, I didn't, I didn't!" You cried in hysteria; clutching your hair.

"You hated Cara for being mean, and you hated Luke for throwing the bottle at you - it makes perfect sense for you to kill them first!" Stephanie agreed in a high-pitched tone.

"I would've killed Axel first if it was me! He tried to rape me! Leave me the hell alone!" You screamed in anguish, sliding down the wall as you shook. This was tremendously traumatic for you to handle.

"Get her! She did this! She killed our friends! She deserves punishment!" Kathy lashed out at you cruelly.

"No! Stop! Get out, just get out!!" You frantically shrieked, letting out a shocked gasp after the wardrobe fell on its side.

They stepped over it; Axel's eyes gleaming with insane triumph whilst he grabbed you by the hair. You cried out in pain as you got yanked to your feet, the rampaging teens forcing you out of the cabin and towards the campfire. Once you were close enough, Axel threw you to the ground, your chin slamming into the gravel and dirt. More tears swam down your face as you panicked, not knowing what to do. Stephanie and Kathy had even taken some of your things - all of them having some kind of psychotic plan. What was going on? Why was it always you that got punished?

You were about to find out.