His Girl - Jason Voorhees x Reader {Rewrite}

✿Chapter 14: Hysterical Hunting✿

James drove the truck through the cursed camp; neither of you saying a word. You didn't have to. All the teenagers were murdered - you two being the last survivors at Camp Crystal Lake. You'd taken a look behind you, but the killer had mysteriously disappeared, leaving you confused and slightly scared. You did hate the teens, and you didn't like them around you, but them being slashed to pieces in front of you was...extremely graphic. You kept seeing Axel's burnt face in the fire, Kathy sliced in two, and Stephanie's neck being snapped - the gruesome deaths messing with your mind.

"I-I'm sorry...about your things. I didn't think the others would go that far." James sighed, ashamed of his actions whilst he kept driving.

"It's okay, I didn't either. Let's just get out of here and find the police." You quietly responded, feeling pretty shellshocked still.

"I mean, I never thought you were a freak or anything. I...I like you." His cheeks grew heated as he began to get flustered - not used to talking about feelings.

"For real...?" You looked at him in surprise, not expecting the teen to be so nice to you.

"Yeah, I found it really cool that you can draw and-"

"WATCH OUT!" You worriedly cried, pointing ahead and spotting the masked psychopath standing in the middle of the bridge.

"FUCK!" James swore and swerved the truck sharply - the vehicle smashing into the bridge's safety fence.

The truck broke through the bridge and plummeted down below; your life flashing before your eyes as the rubble and rocky hillside knocked you out. The last thing you saw before you passed out was water flooding the truck, an icy cold feeling flashing through your veins as the lake water began to lower your body's temperature. You didn't even have a chance to unclip your seatbelt and escape, due to being mostly unconscious. Everything felt distant...almost muffled in a sense. It was like...like you could - metaphorically - hear a pin drop. But would anyone be upset that you fading from reality? Would anyone care?

Probably not. Slowly but surely, the warmth returned to your fingertips and worked its way through the rest of your body; your eyes fluttering open after a few minutes. You were...back in your bed at the cabin? But...how? You were swaddled in fuzzy blankets, the soft fabrics radiating with heat whilst they engulfed your frail figure. Someone had saved you. Who? Everyone you knew at the camp was dead. That masked killer wouldn't have rescued you from the truck, so who could've helped? Was there someone else at the camp? Someone you weren't aware of? This was all way too complicated.

You glanced down and squealed, blushing a bright peony as you realised something embarrassing. You were...stark naked...! Whoever saved you had taken your clothes off! With candy-coloured cheeks, you leapt out of the bed and grabbed some dry clothes - feeling vulnerable and exposed. You had to get dressed and figure out a way to escape this camp, otherwise you'll end up with the same fate as the other teens. Death. You pulled on a grey shirt, black shorts and a matching jacket - slipping on some white pumps afterwards. Right, you were ready to leave.

Walking through the living room, you spotted the previous clothes you'd been wearing laid atop the floor, faint flames of red flickering in the fireplace. To avoid you catching a cold, your mysterious saviour had stripped the soaking-wet clothes from your freezing form and placed them in front of the fire to dry. That was...nice of them. But how were you meant to leave Camp Crystal Lake? The truck had crashed into the water, the killer was probably guarding the exits, and you couldn't think of any other ways of escapes. Maybe you could call the cops? They'd have to help you!

You nervously pushed open the front door, peeking out and trying to spot the slaughterous slasher. But..he was nowhere to be seen. That was definitely a good thing. Now was your golden opportunity to get to the phone in the main house and escape! You broke out into a sprint and hurried towards the creaky house - finding the doors unlocked. Huh...the teenagers never seemed to think about safety, did they? You entered the house and saw the phone on the wall, the electricity being on. This was it! You hurried towards it and dialled the police number, relieved when someone picked up.

But when you opened your mouth to speak, the house went dark; the line also going dead. The power...the power went out. But why now? How-? Heavy footsteps came from outside, the culprit getting closer and closer to the door as you panicked. Whoever had broken the electrical box was about to enter - which meant you had to escape the house. Thinking fast, you darted forwards and locked the door, the other person reaching the front door too. Your eyes moved from the lock, to the person behind the see-through window in the door; your body stiffening in fright. It was the man in the mask - the killer who murdered the teens.

And he was here to finish you off. A scared whimper slipped through your lips as you took a step back, your gaze never leaving his whilst he tugged at the doorknob. Thank god you locked it. W-Wait a minute...what was he doing? You gasped when he slammed his shoulder against the wooden door; the hinges creaking in anguish as they could barely deflect his hit. If he tried that again...he might get through. You shook your head and spun on your heel, your hair flying behind you once you'd taken off. You could slip out via the other door, which was a much safer exit. A loud crash echoed around the house, and you knew he'd broken in. Crap. You needed to leave - now!

So you did. You sprinted out of the other doorway, your shaky breaths coming out as mist whilst it clashed with the cold, evening breeze. You had to outrun him, that was your only option left. Your heart was pounding; adrenaline flowing through your veins and giving you the strength to flee. Luckily, your eyes were drawn to the pier - a boat being tied to the side of it. Oh god...please let it have fuel. You raced towards it, dread jolting down your body as you realised it was empty. Of course, why would it be full? The teenagers had only been interested in drinking and partying - they hadn't gone out to the lake yet.

Fear taking hold, you turned around and saw the masked man growing closer; his bloody machete in hand whilst anger radiated from his intimidating stance. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, your body trembling as you ran towards the woods again. You didn't get very far however, because something flew past the edge of your cheek - a pocketknife getting lodged into the tree opposite you. T-That aim... You changed direction and headed towards one of the cabins, tears trickling down your cheeks and splashing onto your chin. This nightmare kept getting more and more twisted, the scary and surreal situation stressing you out.

You shoved open one of the cabin's windows and climbed in, shutting it just in time. Then, you ran to the door and locked it, slamming the wooden barrier down for extra measure. Oh, right, the other door. You went to go lock it, but stopped in your tracks after hurrying into the lounge area. C-Cara...she was hanging on a coat rack! Blood covered her hair and clothing, her face a milky white as she hung there like a crumpled coat. A wild scream tore through your throat and echoed around the room, your gaze glued to Cara's terrified expression. So this psychopath did get her too! You didn't particularly like the purple-haired girl, but you hated being the last one alive.

Your eyes were as wide as saucers; shocked whilst you froze in place and stared at her corpse. Your breathing was inaudible, your heart was pounding, and your mind was in hysterics - not paying attention to your surroundings. Time stood still due to how stunned you felt. This was all too...too surreal. Someone's arm wrapped around your body and tugged you backwards, a hand sliding over your lips as the sudden movement jolted you out of your frozen stance. I-It was the same hand from yesterday! Oh god, was it the killer? This time you were slightly more prepared - stamping the butt of your heel into his foot and swinging your elbow into their chest.

It wasn't that strong of a counter, but it did make whoever was holding you stumble. Seizing the opportunity, you leapt away and spun around; a shriek slipping through your mouth as you saw the masked male again. Did he break through the other door? Or open this one? You were in such a state of shock you didn't even know where he came from. He regained his footing and straightened up, shooting you an incredibly solemn glare. You...You couldn't keep this up. You began to crack, backing away and accidentally colliding with a small table. It crashed to the floor, bringing you down with it and creating a mess.

You clutched the sides of your head, half-crying and half-yelling your oncoming outburst. "I'M SORRY, OKAY? I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID - WHAT WE ALL DID - BUT JUST GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY! I DON'T EVEN WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE!!"