His Girl - Jason Voorhees x Reader {Rewrite}

✿Chapter 42: Crazed Chaos✿

"If he lets you go, I'd be more than happy to calm down!" Lynda retorted with a vicious tongue, not lowering her weapon an inch. "Until then, he's a wanted serial killer, who's holding one of my teens hostage."

"Listen Jason..." Anna tried a different tactic, putting her pistol in her pocket and attempting to talk to the child-minded male. "We're not trespassing with the intention of trespassing. Please believe us when we say we're not trying to do it on purpose." She paused for a split second. "We just came here to look for (Y/n) and the others, that's all." The blonde even sent him a soft smile, wanting to win him over.

"S...Sh...e..." Jason glared at Lynda - still very salty about the gunshot. "Sh...Sh...e... sh...sh...oh...t-uh...m-uh...m...e...!" He growled back at Anna, tightening his hold on you and dragging you even closer to his chest.

"Yeah...and I'll do it again if you cross me, motherfucker." Lynda muttered darkly, the killer being able to only just hear her rage-inducing threat.

"Lynda!" You flashed her a terrified look, worried about Jason's reaction and turning your head around to look at him.

"Look," Anna interjected again. "All we want is (Y/n) back. Then you can have Camp Crystal Lake all to yourself, I promise." She vowed, the blonde usually known for keeping her word.

"Anna! Don't make him promises!" Lynda looked back at her co-worker and gripped the gun with frustration. "He lets go of (Y/n), or he gets shot again!" She threatened aggressively.

"He thinks like a child, Lynda! You can't just-" Anna was about to argue with the brunette, but Jason charged past you and grabbed Lynda by the neck - taking her by surprise.

"Jason, NO!" You cried in alarm, frozen to the spot whilst you watched his fingers curl around her throat as tightly as he physically could. Anna pulled out her gun again and aimed it straight at the slasher with a scared gaze.

Before the blonde could pull the trigger and shoot, Jason shoved his machete straight through Lynda's stomach; fury fuelling his actions while he worked on killing the brown-haired woman. "LYNDA!!" You and Anna screamed her name at the same time - both of you traumatised by her sudden slaughter.

In fact, Anna was so taken aback by her partner's imminent death that she couldn't even shoot him; the stunned woman glued to the spot as she simply held her pistol between her hands. "Jason! How could you?!" You sobbed at him in despair, grasping your hair and growing further distressed. "Lynda was like a mother to me! And you killed her!"

"Sh...Sh...oh...t-uh...m-uh...m...e...!" Jason grunted bitterly. "Ah...Ah...nd...-uh...g-uh...g...oh...ih...in...g-uh...t-uh...t...o...t-uh...t...a...k-uh...e...y...y-uh...ou...ah...ah...w-uh...w...ay..."

Anna snapped out of her shocked stance and stood in front of you; aiming her gun again before shooting at Jason. "Anna, DON'T!" You wailed, but it was too late, the raggedly-dressed male stumbling once more. Except this time, the slasher keeled over backwards - his back hitting the ground and making the Crystal Lake killer look like he'd been killed by the blonde.

"Anna!" You wept her name, running over to Jason's body and falling to your knees. "What the hell?!" You mourned him with the utmost misery - heartbroken by this point. 

"I didn't have a choice, (Y/n)!" Anna shot back. "Didn't you see what just happened to Lynda?!" She sharply asked, being rhetorical as she began to cry from the loss of her friend.