I decided to write a little short oneshot, Texas Chainsaw Massacre story, because well I am twisted anyways this is about Leatherface's feelings about his deformity, along with his obsession with skin told from Leatherface's Pov, which I basically wrote at of an urge to do something creepy and or disturbing, plus it's Halloween, I feel mind as well do something scary, and or, creepy anyways…
~Enjoy~
Newt, Texas-8:46, Pm
I Look down at my victim, my newest one anyways, I never really thought of them as victims, though, always fresh flesh, a new face, I have always hid behind their face's, I guess it, all calls back to my deformity, an urge to hide the ugliness that is my face, Mama always says god made me in his image.
Leatherface then, picks up a knife and proceeds to peel the skin off of a dead bodies face.
If that's true, why doesn't he cover himself up with a mask, why did he not simply, tear the flesh off of the face, of a man and wear it, why not hide, and then I look at the TV and all the depictions, of god, and I see I was not made in his image, who made me then.
Leatherface then, starts to tear the face off, with a bit more force.
I can get so angry, sometimes, they say we are all made in his image, then why do I not look like him?, why did he make everybody else, normal, and me a freak, why was I the one cursed?, what is the point of life, if I must hide behind a mask?, forced to be shunned and beat down, by society, it's a society based on looks, and I just don't belong, what is god's plan for me!?, why did he curse me!?, why did he forsake me!.
Leatherface then violently rips the face off of the body, tearing the face in the process.
Dammit! I wasted a perfectly good face!
Leatherface, screams out in anger and throws the body, off the table and onto the ground, and then throws knife and assorted items, off the table.
Leatherface, then grabs several glass jars filled with eyeballs, and throws them to the ground, shattering them in the process.
Leatherface, then lowers his head, and proceeds to pound his fists into his head, he then stays with his head lowered for several moments, before proceeding to lift his head, and look around him.
It's no big deal, there is more where he came from, hell I have a whole bathtub full, thanks to yesterday's fresh haul.
Leatherface, proceeds to walk over to a bathtub full of dead bodies and lifts one out, he then puts it on his wooden table, and begins peeling the face off of the body.
It's no big deal, that's why I have these masks, I can be someone new, I don't have to be the freak, I can be the handsome one, the nicer looking one, the better one, I can be someone else….other than me.
~The End~