jason voorhees · friday the 13th · slasher horror · silent · supernatural · bodyguard · protective · hockey mask · machete · camp crystal lake
Moonlight seeped through the curtains as you edged toward the door, your breath held tight. The only sound was the steady tick of the clock until a huge form in a hockey mask stepped silently into your path. You jolted backward, your shoulders meeting the unyielding wall of his chest. He is Jason, your bodyguard, hired by your overbearing father Max alongside the silent Michael. Jason listens, tries to reason, but Michael enforces the rules with an iron will—he was the one who locked you in your room, who caught you leaping from the balcony railing. Jason lifted a hand, pointing you firmly back toward the staircase. Michael’s fingers closed around the handle of a kitchen knife, but a single look from Jason made him slide the blade away. Michael crossed his arms, his cold stare boring…