Just Misunderstood
By: TheSilverHyena
Warning:: Contains Mature/Adult Content, Violence and Gore, and Adult Language. If you cannot HANLDE these sorts of things, you might want to go elsewhere. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Another Note, I'm not "Following Time lines". Personally, I like the idea of a Horror "shared-verse", where these sorts of things are going on at the same time. Ft13th, NoES, TCM, Evil Dead/Army of Darkness, Halloween, Hellraiser, etc. and the list goes on, but I'm sure you get my point.
Chapter 1: Last Chance
Sweltering. Blistering. Or just plain hot. That would be enough to describe a typical July day under the unforgiving Texas sun. Without a cloud in sight and only the occasional tree or bush to offer some shade, two figures, one male, one female, each carrying a loaded backpack, trudged down the deserted road. Just a little out in front of them were two saddle back German Shepherd dogs, harnessed and leashed.
Tobias McCormick had to stop for a moment, heavily regretting his decision to wear black jeans and a black tank top today. Of course, neither he nor his daughter Blake had counted on their truck breaking down on the deserted highway right out in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere! Or hell, they never planned on having to go on an impromptu road trip in the first place.
It was quite desolate, for the longest time only the paved road and grasslands. Flat and featureless. Anywhere there may have once been a residence, it lust looked overgrown, run down, abandoned. A mile or two down the road they had passed a beat up and dusty sign that read, 'Now Entering Travis County.'
"I'm sorry daddy... even I can't predict everything." Blake sighed, taking a moment to dry her uncomfortably sweaty hands off on her pale blue sundress before gripping her walking stick again.
"It'll be alright, Kitten," Tobias responded, putting a supportive arm over the girl's shoulder.
Upon hearing that endearing nickname, Blake smiled. "Kitten." That's what her father always called her, ever since she was a little girl. Even though she had become a young adult, twenty years of age, he still called her that. There were many that would have assumed, given the tattoos and facial piercings, that Tobias would have been a questionable single father at best. But nothing could be further from the truth. He loved his daughter with all his heart and did everything he could to not only take care of her, but protect her as well.
This wasn't how things were supposed to be! Blake had always been smart and kind-hearted. Helping others was in her nature. She had been studying medicine and even a little psychiatry and had planned on attending either medical or psychology school later that Fall. All Blake wanted to do in life was help people, especially those hurt and broken like she had been when she was younger. Then... the nightmare began anew.
"As long as we're together, daddy. ALL of us, that means you too, Toby and Jason." Blake said, trying her best to sound playful with her parched mouth.
Both German Shepherds perked up at the sound of their respective names, stopping and turning to look at their young mistress. A few years back, Blake took the passing of Kane and Hodder pretty hard. About a year later, Tobias surprised her with a puppy, naming him after her best friend. Six months after that, and they rescued Toby from an animal shelter after the poor animal was seized from an abusive owner. While there would never be any "replacing" Hodder and Kane, Blake always felt happiest when she had her dogs by her side. It gave Tobias peace of mind as well, as he knew damn well those animals would do anything to protect her. Blake did her best to hide her unique abilities, for which her father was very thankful. Still, that didn't stop him from glancing over his shoulder every now and again, as though he were worried that someone was following them.
"Dad... it's been a week since they saw us, and we lost them."
Despite Blake trying to reassure him, Tobias couldn't help himself, "They should have died off a long time ago, Kitten. Disbanded for good the day they were foolish enough to take you away from me."
Tiredly, Blake nodded in agreement. She had honestly believed that The Soldiers of Eternal Damnation died when Amelia Rake drew her last breath that fateful, freezing cold night all those many years ago at Crystal Lake. Alas, she was unlucky enough to share that fiend's blood, thus the cult's devout followers rekindled it's former power, a new leader took over, and began to relentlessly hunt Blake in an effort to either force her into their fold, or ritualistically slaughter her in order to claim her power and appease whatever demons they served. Either way, she nor her father were interested in discovering which way they'd lean.
In hindsight, ditching their phones in a river after being discovered at the fleapit motel they had been staying in at the time hadn't been the brightest idea. Not that there would be any signal out in this wasteland anyway. And by the looks of things, any sort of civilization that had been here cleared out of this place long ago. It was a slow, miserable walk with the blazing sun practically beating them into submission, though about a mile or so down the road, thick groups of trees began to dot around the area, offering some welcoming shade.
By now, Blake was leaning against her father's side, panting heavily with her eyes closed. She was just coherent enough to keep a hold of Jason's and Toby's leashes and her walking stick while their boots crunched along the dry ground. Her father knew that this harsh heat wasn't doing her poor constitution any favors, nor was their constant 'on the run' lifestyle that they had been forced to adopt.
"Hey, Kitten sweetie, look... up ahead." Tobias mentioned, gently.
Blake groaned groggily and opened her eyes slowly, as not to blind herself accidentally while the two dogs ever so lightly tugged at their leads and barked. Just off the road was a rickety and weather beaten gas station and convenience store which looked as though it may have been built about a hundred years ago. The gas pumps themselves were so rusty and neglected, they may very well crumble to dust at one wrong touch. For now, it looked pretty empty and desolate, but both Tobias and Blake saw some movement in the window. There was someone in there! Blake glanced upwards, reading the sign above the door.
'Last Chance Gas'
Somehow, it felt rather ominous. While her father may have picked up the pace, Blake was a little hesitant. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her heart rate began to spike. This place... there was something strange about it that she wasn't quite sure about and the two dogs began to pick up on it as well.
"Daddy... I... I'm getting a really funny feeling. A-and you know... I've been... having the nightmares again. Terrible things have happened around this place." she warned, glancing up worriedly.
"Nightmares? Not from... him, are they?"
Blake shook her head, "I told you daddy... he and I, we-we have an arrangement. He's not causing them. They're the ones I got ever since I was little. Before I really... knew about my powers."
Nodding in understanding, Tobias took in a deep breath. He knew all to well about the nightmares. At first he didn't want to believe that it was possible to detect disasters through dreams. But Blake was generally spot on. Tobias knew she was afraid, afraid of loosing him. He was her only remaining blood relative and aside from her dogs, the only person she could really trust. (Well, aside from her two friends that resided in Crystal Lake, or had anyway, before they seemingly vanished.)
"Kitten, I know you're scared. Believe me, I am too. But right now, we need help. Besides, if that is a 'Den of the Damned'..." Tobias paused, lifting up his tank top just enough to show the magnum revolver concealed under there, "We'll be ready. In between my gun, Jason, and Toby there... and you at my side... I like those odds."
"But daddy, don't you only have two shots left?" Blake asked.
Tobias just smiled, "Then I'll make them count."
"You almost forgot what's in there." Blake whispered, pointing to his backpack.
Ah yes, how could he have forgotten? A little gift from their friends down in Crystal Lake. He knew Blake didn't like having to fight and did her best to avoid bloodshed, but she would if she had to defend herself or someone else. Still best to be quiet and inconspicuous about such matters in a strange setting. Honestly, Tobias and his daughter really didn't look like the dangerous survivalist sort. Something they both counted on. People tended to underestimate or just ignore them.
Exhausted, thirsty, and hungry from their long walk, the father and daughter team pushed open the door to the little convenience store, trying not to gag and choke on the smell of old, stale wood, cigarette smoke, and meat the assaulted their noses. Inside was dark, lit by a few dim lights on the ceiling and what daylight filtered through the dirty windows. On the left hand side was a small bar or cafe place with a few wooden tables and chairs and on the right was the counter, cash register, and some cases filled with cuts of raw meat. All the flies buzzing around made any of it's edibility questionable at best. The décor, (if you wanted to call it that) consisted of a few hanging photographs of the lonely station and a couple of hunting trophies. Finally there were some coolers with everything from bottled water to beer. Last chance indeed... for potential food poisoning... or worse.
"Hey now! Don't you be lettin' them dogs go an' mess up my store. Ya hear?!" questioned, or more of demanded, the elderly woman sitting behind the counter, "Don't you be causin' no trouble round here, both of ya."
Blake and Tobias jumped slightly while the dogs perked up and tilted their heads curiously, having been somewhat stimulated by their new surroundings. Looking at this old woman, she appeared to be from a different time, wearing an old fashioned, well worn dress. The way her wiry gray hair was tied back in a messy bun and the glasses she wore further defining already sharp blue eyes gave the lady a rather serious appearance. She was looking at Tobias in particular, specifically the tattoos visible on his arms and neck.
"No, of course not ma'am." Tobias began.
"My daddy's truck broke down a few miles down the road and we had to walk. This... was just the first place we came across," Blake explained, as she gave each of her dogs a scratch on the head.
"We... don't have a phone. Do you have one we can use?" Tobias questioned, "I promise we're not here to cause trouble, ma'am. My name is Tobias and that's my daughter, Blake. We're just a couple of weary travelers passing through that ran into a little bad luck on the road."
Although the old lady still had that suspicious look about her, her expression softened, if only a little. It was very rarely the polite people ever entered the establishment.
"I dun mean ta come off like that, but sometimes them kids an' troublemakers come through an' stir up a whole whirlwind," she stated, her voice still authoritative, but more approachable, "If you give me a minute, I could call the sheriff for ya. There really ain't much else can be done, I'm afraid. As long as ya'll behave, ya more then welcome to wait here."
Not exactly what Tobias had in mind, but with very few options, he couldn't afford to be picky. Besides, while it may have not have smelled the best, at least there was some semblance of air conditioning, "Whatever help we can get, ma'am. Thank you."
"Ya'll can call me Luda Mae or Mrs. Hewitt if ya prefer."
With that, Luda Mae lit up a cigarette and continued getting some more information from Tobias about what had happened while Blake set down her load at one of the tables, leaning her walking stick against the wall nearby. She took this opportunity to relax and listen... really listen. While this just seemed like a typical, tough as nails elderly southerner, she had to make sure that she was not in league with... them! However, what the young psychic heard in the back of her mind was not was she had expected.
'Pretty...'
It was a gruff, gravely voice, obviously from a male. Blake turned to look over her shoulder but didn't see anything. However, the girl knew that someone else was here. Where exactly, she couldn't pin point. Perhaps in the back rooms? Luda Mae might have been able to run the front, but even she might not have been able to perform heavy, manual labor. There was nothing threatening about it, in fact in an odd way, Blake felt almost compelled to see if she could find the source. Besides, she had her dogs to protect her.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Hewitt, sorry to interrupt, but I was just wondering if there was somewhere I could get some water for my dogs."
"Out in da back, round this side, hun. There's a hose out there an' I'm pretty sure somethin' you could use." Luda Mae informed, pointing towards the back door.
After thanking Mrs. Hewitt, Blake took Jason and Toby towards the back of the store, pausing for a moment when she heard some shuffling behind the door leading to the storage room. She smiled slightly, feeling better about knowing where that voice in her head had come from. Jason lightly scratched at the door, perking up his ears while Toby let out a bark.
"No boys, we're aren't allowed in there. Someone's working. Come on, now, let's get you some water." Blake whispered, patting the canine's backs a few times before leading them back outside.
Once Blake was outside, Tobias leaned against the counter ever so slightly, asking in a quiet mutter, "Is... there anyone else here?"
*Outside, behind the store.*
Blake remained alert, carefully checking in all directions before going out back. There was a smaller outbuilding closer to the treeline that honestly appeared unfit for human or beast to step foot in. The grass was dying and drying up, overrun with weeds. Sighing heavily, Blake found the hose and turned on the spigot, which thankfully worked. Much to her surprise, the water actually came out clear! As soon as the water started, both Toby and Jason eagerly began lapping it up before their mistress could even find a dish for them.
"Oh you guys..." she laughed, kneeling down to their level.
While giving her dogs a much needed drink and spraying a bit on them to help Jason and Toby cool off, Blake became aware that she wasn't alone out here. At the sound of dry grass crunching, she whipped around, her dogs giving out a few barks while their ears perked up and tails wagging. The first thing Blake noticed were his large, heavy work boots covered up by well worn pants. Slowly scanning up the house-sized man she made it up to his powerful chest before standing up and landing her gaze on his face. Well, what she could see of it, anyways. What the long, lanky dark brown hair didn't hide, the leather muzzle-like mask covering up his nose and lower half of his face did. Save for a pair of brown eyes that looked just as nervous and uncertain as Blake's own! The man was enormous, well over six and a half feet tall and heavily muscular, and there Blake stood at a highly unintimidating five foot two, perhaps weighing a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet.
She released the breath that she didn't even realize that she was holding, once again hearing that voice, his voice, within her mind, 'Pretty... girl.'
Blake tilted her head curiously, cautiously taking a step forward to get a closer look at her secret admirer. His thought process seemed... simple, consisting of smaller words and he hadn't actually spoken. Whether he was mute or just shy remained to be seen. He was clearly nervous, though the massive man's body language relaxed a little as Blake remained calm. There was quite a bit of sadness she had picked up on, though there was something else. However the girl stopped dead in her tracks, taking notice of what looked like blood on his hands.
Both Jason and Toby whined softly, their tails still wagging. Then the brute of a man opened up his massive fists, revealing some cut up pieces of beef. Blake smiled, finally remembering to turn off the hose. She wasn't getting any sort of threatening intentions from this man, so far, and with Jason and Toby in tow, she approached.
"Y-you sort of startled me, there," Blake explained, "Did you... bring that for my dogs?"
With a low grunt, the giant nodded his head, stooping down to Toby's and Jason's level and let the dogs gobble up the treats right out of his hands. The mask covering his face had a slit around his mouth, still allowing him the eat or drink with it on apparently, though Blake could see that he was smiling beneath it.
"That was very kind of you. Thank you. I'm Blake by the way. And this is Toby and Jason." she introduced, pointing to each dog in turn.
The masked man said nothing, though when he glanced up from the dogs eagerly licking his hands and arms as he pet them, his eyes widened. Not in fear, but fascination.
'Eyes... not the same. Different.'
Blake's eyes had always been a topic of discussion for those that met her. With one being deep, rich brown and the other sky blue, it gave her a rather exotic appearance. Judging by her new friend's reaction, he hadn't seen anything quite like it before.
"I... ummmm, I was born with my eyes like that. Different colors, I mean. You like them, don't you?" Blake questioned, with a hint of playfulness to her voice.
Without hesitation, the large man nodded, standing back up to his full height once he was finished with the two dogs.
'Pretty... Blake, nice to me. Not scream. Not call names.'
"You've been nothing but sweet to me and my friends." Blake mentioned, with a gentle smile.
The masked giant started to reach for her silky, shoulder length brown hair, but hesitated and pulled away, backing up a few steps. Blake was about to say something and reach up to his masked face when a slight noise coming from inside the store caught her attention. She could see Luda Mae in there, watching her interacting with the hulking brute through the window. When the young psychic turned back, her new friend was already on his way towards the back door to the store, giving one last shy glance over his shoulder.
"No need to be afraid," Blake called out after him, "I enjoyed meeting you, Thomas." she added quietly.
Then it hit her. He couldn't, or just wouldn't, speak... yet she knew his name. The giant stopped in his tracks for a moment, then with surprising speed and stealth for his massive size, retreated back into the storage room.
"And I thought I used to be incredibly shy." Blake shrugged, glancing at Jason and Toby in turn, "Sweet... but troubled, that one. I do hope he'll be alright."
Both dogs just licked their noses and shook themselves, tails still wagging, before they followed suit and went back inside, though Blake joined her father at one of the tables while Luda Mae began dialing an old style rotary phone that hung on the wall behind the counter. All the while, heavy footsteps could be heard coming from the back rooms. Pacing, more then likely.
"Luda Mae there was just telling me about her boy. Tommy." Blake's father mentioned, casually taking a drink from his water bottle.
"I think I just met him, actually. Titan of a man, mask over his face, scary looking... yet shy. And kind."
Blake took a drink of her own, glancing over her shoulder at the sound of a door creaking open, then closing again. Must have been Thomas, debating whether or not to show himself again.
"His mother mentioned that no one outside their family was ever kind to him. Yet there you stood, right next to him without hesitation. What did you offer? Kind words? A gentle smile?" Tobias questioned, "You've always been a merciful and gentle soul, Kitten."
"A few nice words and I let him play with Jason and Toby. He stared at my eyes for the longest time, completely transfixed. You'd swear I'd have just handed him the world in that moment. He... he reminded me a lot of Jason," the girl said, quietly, "The man I named one of my dogs after, of course." she added, leaning down enough to give her dogs a few pets.
"Revenant, is more like it."
At Tobias' comment, Blake let out a small laugh, "Whatever he is or isn't, he'll always be my friend... they will always be my friends. I do miss them, daddy. Here I am a bloody psychic and I don't know where they've gone or what's happened." she had added that last part in a low whisper.
"As do I, Kitten. But... at least in the short time that we've been here, you've managed to make a new friend already." Tobias shrugged, trying to look on the brighter side of things.
They quieted down, just enjoying being out of the unforgiving Texas sun for a while. With any luck, they'd get their truck repaired and be on their way. However, as Blake began to relax, seeing if she could pick up on anything, particularly from the back room, those earlier, innocent moments she had shared with Thomas and her dogs began to melt away, replaced by that previous, ominous threat. Blake glanced over at Luda Mae, who was still on the phone, speaking in a hushed voice and occasionally looking back at her two customers. But while the old woman may not have spoken it, Blake could hear her thought clear as day.
'Can't let that one go slippin' away. She'll be a wonderful fit for the family. For my boy. I think he'll like that.'
A slight gasp escaped Blake's throat, causing both of her dogs' heads to jerk up. Her heart rate quickened and her fists clenched, though the girl tried to remain calm.
"What's wrong?" Tobias asked, his low voice thick with concern, "What did you hear?"
He had seen this sort of thing enough to know when Blake had picked up on something that she didn't like. Usually, she'd start to act like this when the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation were nearby.
"Daddy, we can't stay here." Blake whispered, "They may not be with the Damnation, but they're up to something! At least she is. I just heard her... She thinks... I'm a good fit for... their family. She wants..."
Before Blake could finish, Tobias was already grabbing his backpack and handing Blake her walking stick. He lost his daughter once before a long time ago and he wasn't going to endure that horror again. For all he knew this "sheriff" Luda Mae was talking with was in on the whole thing. There was the sound of the store room opening again, and although footsteps could be heard, nothing could be seen. Toby and Jason barked a few times and growled, their body language becoming tense.
"Where'd ya goin'? Sheriff is on his way here now. Ain't you gonna wait fer him?" Luda Mae inquired.
The elderly lady remained behind the counter, straightening out her glasses before taking out a lighter and igniting her next cigarette. Blake did her best to control her coughing, though the tobacco smoke did little favors for her. Father and daughter glanced to each other for a moment.
"W-well, we thought... maybe we should go and meet him there. Where we left our truck." Blake answered.
Silently, the girl cursed herself. While she may have been able to hear the thoughts of living and dead alike and control animals by her will alone, Blake had never mastered the art of lying. Or lying well, anyway.
"We've overstayed our welcome and wouldn't wish to disturb you any longer, ma'am. Especially since... the dogs and all." Tobias added, sounding much more convincing.
"Oh nonsense, now. You and them animals ain't botherin' nobody here. Sheriff will be along any minute and he'll take ya'll where ya need to go."
Now Blake and her father were more convinced then ever that there was some sort of funny business going on with this elderly woman and possibly her enormous son as well. At first, she made her dislike of Toby and Jason quite plain and now she was quite insistent that they stay.
Blake did her best to hold in the sharp gasp clawing at the back of her throat. She closed her eyes as a mixture of adrenaline and anxiety flooded throughout her body and mind. Several images flashed before her eyes. A vast, open plain, treeline in the distance. In the lonely, desolate area stood a large, old fashioned farmhouse, big enough to rival a mansion. Perhaps white at one time, but age and the elements hadn't been kind to it. But what Blake saw next... nearly made her scream. A dark basement, leaky pipes, water pooling on the earthen floor. Chains with sharp, deadly-looking meat hooks hung from the ceiling, one set slowly swaying above a grimy, blood-filled bathtub. As the final touch, there was a sturdy work table with a shadowy figure hunched over it, though before she could get a better look, Blake snapped out of her trance almost as quickly as it started.
"Daddy, I-"
"Ya'll okay, child?" Luda Mae questioned, motioning like she was about to move from behind the counter.
Before Blake or her father could answer, Jason and Toby's attention shot towards the front door to the convenience store and began to bark and snarl ferociously. The slight rumble of a truck engine sitting idle could be heard from outside and two figures dressed in biker gear were visible through the dirty windows, dismounting their motorcycles. While Luda Mae just grumbled to herself, muttering a curse under her breath, Tobias reached for his sidearm and Blake stealthily unclipped Toby and Jason off their leashes.
'Hold.' she commanded, mentally.
A sickening feeling weighed in Blake's gut. She hoped that she was wrong. Hoped that maybe it was just a random group of roughnecks on a cross country road trip. But as true with life, eventually you're luck runs out. Tobias and Blake recognized a couple of the group outside. A beast of a man who called himself Diablo, and a slender, cruel-spirited woman who went by Vex. They were the ones that had tracked them to their motel room just that last week. The others Tobias and Blake weren't sure of nor did they want to get to know better.
At first, Blake considered taking off out the back way, only to catch sight of two people, dressed in mostly black with accents of red, loitering around by the open back door. And before they could make a break for the front door, the other four came crashing inside, their leader kicking open the door before stepping inside and glancing around with disdain.
All in all, there were five men and one woman, four in front, two in back. Each of them wore a matching inverted pentagram medallion around their necks on a gold chain. A trinket of rebellion as seen by some, but Blake and her father knew better. These were Soldiers of Eternal Damnation! Skulls, upside down crosses, and various demons and devils adorned their clothing, be it a graphic tee or accessories, including weapons! The single female of the group, Vex, had a machete at her hip, which was plainly out in the open, given that she wouldn't be hiding much in her skimpy outfit. Diablo, their leader, a bear of a man, had a length of chain wrapped over his shoulder and was reaching behind himself, more then likely for a gun hidden back there. The rest of the troublemakers had knives and brass knuckles at the ready. All had decidedly grim and harsh looks on their faces.
"Hey! I don't want any of this troublemakin' blasphemy in this here store! Git out! Git!" Luda Mae shouted, waving her hands in a shooing motion as she walked around from behind the counter, "Sheriff's on his way here anyhow, ya'll best git goin' right now if ya know what's good!"
Without a word, the cultists just glared at the old woman, though slowly turned their gaze back to Blake and her father. Jason and Toby growled and snarled ferociously, the fur on their hackles raised and sharp, flesh rending teeth bared. As much as Luda Mae may have creeped Blake out, even she didn't deserve to die at the hands of these fiends.
"If you don't want to become a permanent addition to the meat case behind you, old crone, then you'll shut the fuck up and stay out of our way!" hissed Diablo, "This doesn't concern you... yet."
Although Luda Mae usually didn't take any crap from anyone, regardless of how big or small they were, she knew better then the argue with a glock pointed at her face, "Oh good heavens!" she gasped, backing away, eyes wide, "Lord have mercy!"
"Hmph... he's not going to save you, bitch..."
"He may be busy at the moment, but I'm not! Drop the weapon!" Tobias demanded, having already drawn his own 357 magnum revolver, "This has gone on long enough! Amelia Rake is dead. Your order died with her. There is nothing to gain by harassing me and my daughter any longer!"
"Now that's where you're wrong," snickered Vex, as she drew her blade, "We have everything to gain! Her ladyship's blood flows through Blake's veins."
"Throw down your arms and give the child to us, and we'll let everyone walk away from this, even your two animals. Resist, and there will be blood!"
Meanwhile, Blake had taken in a deep breath, catching a few of their racing thoughts as she did. Oh for sure she knew even without her abilities that they would never let any witnesses live. They'd either be forced into the order, killed on the spot, or taken captive and slaughtered for entertainment at one of their covens.
She felt a slight tingle in the back of her mind, along with what sounded like a low, snarling grunt. With a slight smirk, Blake took a step closer to the pack leader, dogs flanking her and staff in hand. Already the girl was mentally preparing herself, after all, it was never a pleasant sight looking at a body after it was shot full of holes, slashed and beaten, or ripped apart by furious dogs. But the psychic knew it would be inevitable. Besides, there was a wild card none of these religious wackos would have known about.
"Have anything to say to your father or the old woman, girl, before we bring you back to your real home?" questioned Diablo.
"Yes... yes I do," Blake answered, narrowing her mismatched eyes, "Look behind you!"
::To be Continued::
Author's Notes:: Yes! My new project is finally here! This is the same Blake from my Ft13th story, Guardian Angels. (If you haven't read it, take a look, it was a lot of fun to work on too.) I thought I'd try my hand at a more serious TCM related story, thoroughly revolving around that old saying "Frying Pan or the Fire?".
I like working with/writing Blake as an adult. After what happened during the events of Guardian Angels, she and her father both became much more serious about self defense and off the grid living. Sadly, Kane and Hodder are no longer with her, (as sad as it is, animals die.) But, now she's got Jason and Toby! As for Blake's abilities, they aren't always flawless and she can't instantly know everything just from being there for five seconds! That gets boring and uninteresting in a hurry! I was really trying to balance out her powers, since she has grown up and has learned to utilize them.
Texas Chainsaw Massacre lent itself well to these two, I think, so I figured I'd try it out, even though I moved up the timeline. (please don't hate me!) In particular, I LOVE the Thomas Hewitt version of Leatherface. I just adore him. My favorite mask design is the crude, leather muzzle he wears for the first half of The Beginning. One thing I did want to delve into is why he is the way he is. How when you really look at it, Thomas' own family manipulates him and takes advantage of him. (Especially Hoyt!) Thomas never struck me as someone who enjoys hunting and butchering people. He does it because he's ordered too. All his life, Thomas has been belittled and mocked for something beyond his control. It's really saddening.
Now, Thomas has met a sweet, kind young woman. Then a bunch of hooligans shove their way into his mamma's store and threaten not only her, but his family as well. Say what you will about the Hewitts, but family is VERY important to them!
Disclaimer:: I do not claim to own The Texas Chainsaw Massacre or any of it's characters. The references to Jason Voorhees and Lisa Voorhees are from Lady_Vorrhees' story, The Strange Good Girl.