This is the sequal to Family is Family. This is rated M for graphic scenes of all kinds. I do not own any of the original Texas Chainsaw characters. Please review I enjoy reading them.
The sound of baby Will crying woke Mary from her sleep. Her body was sore and ached while she attempted to sit up. She might've recovered faster if she had given birth in a hospital with all the medical help it would have provided but she had anything but. How did women do it years ago. No hospital or modern medicine it was no wonder some mothers died along with some babies. So far she and William were doing fine. He was healthy and strong and she was recovering well enough.
She lifted to a sitting position and sighed. Her abdomen still cramped every so often. Just as she was about to get up she felt Thomas touch her shoulder to stop her and instead he rose and went to William's handmade crib and lifted the crying infant from it. Mary was amazed at how small William looked against Thomas. A large baby but a very large father who cradled him. He was always so gentle with the baby. Thomas returned to Mary's side and handed her William. She took him gently into her arms.
He was two weeks old now. He seemed to be born an expert nurser. Most of the time it was easy and if only for that time she forgot where she was and they were the only two people in the world. When he had finished eating she went to stand but Thomas took William from her and laid him back in his crib. He had been waiting on her ever since she had given birth.
Thomas laid back down in the bed and laid out his arm under Mary's pillow. When she laid down she was on her back but he curled his arm so it moved her body to lay on his chest. There was rarely a night he didn't have a hold on her in some way. Laying on his chest she could hear the steady thump of his heart. Slow and rhythmic it lulled her to sleep not that she required much help being up most nights with the baby.
The morning light sent a glow into the room through the dark curtains. Luda Mae had made them to keep light from shinning so brightly in and waking Mary or the baby if they didn't need to be. Mary laid on her back for a moment and rubbed her eyes. She would admit that the bed was more comfortable than the one at the farmhouse and that the room had a warmer feeling with the log or possibly cedar interior. She had always liked the idea of a cabin but this was far from how she wanted to live in one.
Slowly she sat up and looked towards William's crib. He laid there sound asleep. He woke every three hours or so to eat. Given his larger size he started sleeping for longer stretches of time sooner and Mary was thankful for that. Mary swung her feet off the bed and they landed on the wood floor. When she stood up she stretched her arms above her head and made her way to the bathroom. Technically there wasn't true running water in the house. If the generator was on then the well pump was running. Otherwise there were two manual well pumps, one at the kitchen sink and in the bathroom for the tub. Faucets at everything but obviously they didn't work unless the generator was turned on.
Mary lifted the large pitcher and poured water into the basin then washed her face. The towel hung from the wash stand rod and she used it to dry her face quickly before replacing it. She hated that there was usually no running water most of the time. Once washed as best she could do she slid a dress over her head. It was April so the weather was warming up quickly. The winter had been abnormally cold for Texas but it was getting warm fast. Mary took out what looked like a baby carrier only it was different from what she had used. It looked more like a cloth lined shopping basket with handles. She lifted William from his wooden crib and placed him in the carrier without waking him. Mary lifted the carrier and made her way downstairs to the bathroom.
One bathroom for everyone and well water had to be used from the pump at the tub to fill the toilet to flush it. It was better than an outhouse. When she was finished she washed her hands at the basin in the bathroom. She left the bathroom
but before she reached the kitchen she heard voices. "We can't go back to the station. It's to dangerous and without it we loose our supply." Hoyt had an aggravated tone in his voice. "All because of that...that fucking bitch upstairs. She's caused more trouble than she's worth. They aren't jus' gonna let her go and they sure as shit ain't gonna give up looking for us." Luda Mae's voice was calm "They ain't looking for nobody anymore. They'll assumed we died in the fire. Lyle and Emma made sure it looked like the cop takin' Mary had a accident. Set fire ta his car and there won't be 'nough left ta say he was shot and Mary they may look for but they'll give up and assume she made it home or leave it in their unsolved cases."
That explanation didn't seem to calm Hoyt. Mary heard him scoff "What're we supposed to do about meat? We ain't got the station no more." there was a pause in the conversation "There's the lake campground not far from here with plenty of campers. Teenagers getting stoned outta their minds doing God knows what evil that we can git." Mary heard Hoyt laugh "Yeah, it'll be jus' like huntin'." there was another couple laughs and she realized it was Clem and Lyle. The nightmare would never end. They would always find a way to take whatever revenge they felt they were due. Mary didn't know what their issue was with this world or why they felt the need to torment others so much. Maybe they were just crazy.
William cooed gently which made Luda Mae look towards the hall and notice Mary "Good morning dear! How's William?" she asked and approached them. Mary came forward until she was at the kitchen table where she sat William down. Luda Mae immediately went to him and scooped him up "Oh how sweet you are child." she cuddled him to her. Mary might've protested but she was staring at Hoyt who was whispering with Lyle and Clem. Her heart hurt for those poor people that might find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. There wasn't much she could do.
The kitchen door swung open and Thomas stood there holding his chain saw and wearing his thick leather apron. The mask he wore was getting old and tattered. Mary jumped at the sight of him. She would never get used to him especially if he wore his full murdering garb. He came into the kitchen with heavy steps and sat his chain saw down on the counter next to the door. He rarely spoke if ever. He took William from his mother and cradled him against his own chest. Mary was thankful the apron didn't show signs of blood even if it was still dirty it wasn't blood. Thomas kissed William's cheek before he handed him to Mary. He leaned down and took his right hand to her chin and tilted her head up to kiss him on the lips. It still made her heart thump so loudly in her chest it was all she could hear.
Thomas stroked her cheek "Mine." he whispered and turned to leave. His chain saw drug the counter when he lifted it. "Lets go huntin' boys!" Hoyt hooted while the other two followed him and Thomas outside. Mary shook her head and closed her eyes. Luda Mae patted her on the shoulder "Thomas'll be alright." as if that was what Mary was worried about. No, she felt sorry for whoever they found out there camping in the woods.
It wasn't until much later in the evening that Mary heard them return. She was sitting in the living room next to the fireplace. It had a very small fire just enough to see and heat water for tea. William was in the cradle next to her. She paused for a moment and listened. She didn't have to wait long there was a distinct scream of a woman and a few shouts of vulgarity from a man possibly more than one. From what she could hear there were two women and two men. She had learned to discern voices and...screams.
"Take them to the barn not in the house." Luda Mae shouted there wasn't a basement anymore so the barn it was. "I like this'n." Hoyt yelled which was followed by a slap and a scream. William stirred and started to whimper. Mary calmly stood up with her needlework in her hand. Once at the kitchen door she could see Lyle had hold of a man, Clem a woman and Hoyt the other woman then there was Thomas clutching another man just as she had thought. She pushed open the screen door slowly and calmly stepped out of the house. The chain rattled behind her. Her odd demeanour and eyes made all of them look at her. The women and men began to fanatically struggle.
Mary clutched her needles in her hand the fabric she had been sewing in the other. "Go on inside dear ya don't need ta be upsetting yourself." Luda Mae cooed. "Upset myself? Upset MYSELF!?" Mary laughed "There isn't much that can be done anymore that would upset me. I've seen the worst evil in this house that now I doubt there is anything that could upset me!" Luda Mae sighed and approached Mary who grasped the needles so tightly her knuckles turned white "I told them ta not bring them in tha house." she smiled reassuringly. Mary let out a huff of a laugh. The old woman was so demented she thought Mary was referring to the captives being the evil brought in the house. Mary swallowed hard staring at the captives who had begun struggling again having only been momentarily confused by the scene. "The only thing that could upset me...would be for my baby to be woke up by the screams of people being murdered..." with that she spun on her heel and ran to the living room to flop down in the couch next to William's cradle. He was awake and looking around without a care in the world. How long? How long would it take before dear old uncle Hoyt was showing him the ropes with women in more ways than one. Or Thomas..his father showing him how to saw through flesh and not flinch.
When she finally took herself and William to bed she couldn't sleep. She simply listened to him breath. She didn't know how long she had been awake but she must have fallen asleep at some point since she now opened her eyes to find a new day. She sat up from the bed and quickly washed in the basin before she headed downstairs. At the table sat Luda Mae, Hoyt and Thomas. Next to Thomas was William. He was no older than eight. He had dark blond hair and crystal blue eyes. "Morning mama." he chimed and Mary smiled as she slowly approached the table. There was breakfast laid out. Mary turned to get a plate from the cabinet and when she turned back around the plate dropped and shattered when it hit the ground. Hoyt had a woman on the kitchen table laying on her back. He was holding her arms above her head while Clem and Lyle each held a leg. Her eyes drifted back to the woman and she saw Thomas standing behind William both their hands on the hilt of a sputtering chain saw. Thomas guided William so the saw blade lowered towards the screaming woman's abdomen. "Noooo!" Mary screamed and lunged forward just in time to be sprayed with the woman's blood on her face as Thomas and William cut into her guts.
Mary woke up screaming and flailing her limbs. Her hands wiping at blood on her face that wasn't there. Thomas grabbed her wrists and attempted to calm her. Mary opened her eyes and saw him she screamed and kicked hard against his stomach which startled him since she hadn't lashed out in some time. He was surprised enough that he released her the instant she kicked him and the force of her own kick sent her out of the bed and onto the floor. Thomas stood from the bed and slowly came towards her with concern on his unmasked face. Mary only screamed more and scrambled on the floor to get away. When William started crying and Thomas turned his attention to him Mary was up in a flash and snatched the baby from the crib and clutched him to her. Thomas simply stared at her with confusion. "I..." she began but was nearly out of breath and couldn't find words. All she could do was kiss William's head and cheeks.
Thomas had a frown on his face and look very upset but Mary couldn't shake the vivid image of her dream. "I...had a bad dream..that's all." she began. Was that all? Was it a premonition of what was to come? Her eyes darted to Thomas and locked on him "William won't hurt people. He won't kill or..." she swallowed hard "...eat them, hunt them...none of it!" Thomas tilted his head. He was so brain washed by his family. Mary went on "It..it isn't right. You're not supposed to hurt others and you don't eat them!" she began crying and Thomas started towards her. Mary watched him close the distance between them. "He won't...if you...or the family tries to make him I'll run away and take him with me...you hear me...I sear it!" she was frantic and the image of her son being guided by Thomas into cutting a person in half was seared into her brain.
The distance was closed and Thomas circled his arms around Mary with the baby between them. "Promise me...please...promise me he won't. He will never hurt anyone or.." her stomach turned "eat anyone...never ask him to and never let him. Please." she sobbed a bit. Thomas just hugged her while his hand stroked her hair. To her surprise he whispered softly "Mine...Promise." and for a moment it was just them. The three of them alone in the world.