Here it is, my first Texas Chainsaw fic. It's a one-shot that, strangely enough, shows sympathy for Leatherface, from his mother's point of view. Don't ask me why I thought of it. Also, I know there will be some person out there that is sicker than (me, who wrote this!), who will find a second meaning to the title, and if that person is out there, don't bother mentioning it. It's not intended in that way, and if you read below, hopefully you will see that. Having said this, if you have some positive/constructive feedback, by all means review!
Disclaimer: I own...pretty much nothing mentioned here. Darn.
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I know them. They run from him; avoidant, judging from the many masks he wears. I've seen them watch as their fellow hypocrites receive their justice. Impenetratable looks cross their faces; mortal fear and permanent scars.
But they don't know of his own scars, more lasting than any. They look upon him as disturbed and derranged, perhaps even selfish.
But I know of his past. The laughter in the past when their eyes met his maimed face now are justified by the screams that escape when they cannot.
And I know him. And to see him isolated from the world due to his differences, was too much. Now we have whatever wanders on our doorstep to offer him, our gift to him.
He knows he always has a home to come to. A home where, not only is he guaranteed a hot meal and roof over his head, but a family, that, rest assured tries to also promise him a shelter that is, if anything-loving. It's what keeps him driving, and, because of it, I will steer.
It's not as though he goes out looking for his "prey." They come to him, they are lured to their end, his new beginning.
And, it's not as though he's a bad person. They call him a monster, a devil, The devil.
But they choose to label him, to fear him. Never think to pity him, to understand him. It's as though it never crosses their minds. And it doesn't. I know them.
But, I know him. And I know that in this world where family and the promise of a new face is all that keeps him going, I will be there to pity him. To understand him. To love him. My baby. The devil? My devil.