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The Texas Chainsaw Halloween Massacre.
Ch1
I covered my eyes, wiped the sweat from my over-heated skin, and kept walking down the long dirt road, the hot sun scorching my tired body. My white tee shirt was soaked with sweat, my long hair falling loosley around my shoulders, adding to the heat. My family had just kicked me out of what was once a loving home. I had hitched all the way to Texas, but there hadn't been any cars driving by for a while. It felt like I had been walking for hours. Which is why I was shocked when a cop car pulled up beside me. An old, gray man wearing a sheriff's hat stepped out into the heat beside me. His eyebrows were like two puffy black caterpillars, and tufts of gray hair peeked out from under the hat. He was tall- maybe 5 foot 6 or 10 to my 5 foot 3. His brown eyes were filled with hate as he glared at me.
"Hey little miss," His voice was filled with bitterness. "How can I help you?"
"Uh, just lost." I told him, looking around the seemingly deserted town.
"I can give you a ride, where are you heading to?"
"Oh, no thanks. I don't really know where I'm headed yet."
"GET OVER HERE NOW!" I felt fear surge inside me when he started yelling coldly. When I didn't come to him, he grabbed me roughly by the hair and threw me into the back of the car. He followed me in, started the engine and took off as I tried to blink away tears.
"Where are you taking me?" He glanced at the mirror, looking in my eyes. Or rather, my reflection's eyes.
"Shut up, bitch." I did as told. I didn't want to piss him off more. What the hell's up with this guy? I thought to myself. We pulled over and I saw a huge two story Texan house, the walls an off white. He got out, only to open the rear door and grab my blond hair again, quickly pulling me out of the car.
"GET IN THAT DAMN HOUSE NOW!" He yelled at me. He let me go of my hair and pushed me into the mud harshly. Mud soaked my face, upper body and clothes. I pushed myself off the ground, letting a tidal wave of tears flow.
I tripped on the steps of the pouch, causing him to grab my hair again and pull me in the house. The guy put me in chair and tied me there tightly, the ropes cutting into my delicate skin.
"You best shut up! I don't want to hear anymore screams out of you." I stopped screaming and started to cry softly again after he left the room. I struggled to get loose, but it was no use. He tied it amazingly tight. It felt like I had been there for hours when the door of the room I was sitting in opened. All I could see was a huge man standing there. The guy had long black hair that went to his shoulders and had his face half covered. His forehead and shockingly bright blue eyes were all that was visible.
A scream tore from my throat. He looked down curiously as I shouted obsenities and threats. Getting no reaction from him, I closed my eyes and turned my head away from his large form. "Please don't hurt me."
The old man entered the room again. "Make her shut up NOW."
He came to me, pulling my head up. I kept my eyes closed. "You're a pretty thing." I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to see the old man ever again.
His hand brushed against my neck, slowly trailing down. When I felt it going to my chest I instictivly slammed my head back and chomped down on his arm as hard as I could, making blood pour out. He screamed in pain and back handed me. I responded by spitting his own blood into his face.
"THOMAS! TAKE HER TO THE BASEMENT NOW!"
Next thing I know, the huge guy has quickly untied me and threw me over his shoulder.
"LET ME GO!" I beat at his large back with my small fists to no avail. He opened a huge door one handed, and trampled down the wooden steps. So this is the basement, I thought bitterly. Woo-**-hoo.
He laid me on a table covered in dried blood. I looked around the room, nothing but the bloody meat hooks, knifes, and a chainsaw. I hated chainsaws, ever since I was little. He strapped my arms and legs to the table, making escape impossible. My only thought? THIS is how I die?
I looked up at the man that was about to murder me. He lifted a knife over my fragile body. I closed my eyes, waiting for the blow. When it didn't come I opened my eyes and saw he was just looking at me. Why was he just staring at me like that? I went to scream again but he put his bloody hand over my mouth. He put his pointer finger to his lips to say shhh. I shook my head and he took his hand away. He was ok to look at but he scared the shit out of me. My wrist and ankles were starting to hurt being pinned to the wooden table. I try to move but can't slip out. I turn my head away from him.
{Tommy's pov}
Tommy didn't want to hurt this girl. She seemed different from the others. He didn't want to scare her anymore. He saw out of the corner of his eyes that she was looking at him. He stared back, fighting the urge to un-tie her. He wanted to let her go but he knew she would try to run away. Tommy didn't want that, he wanted her there with him. He had never seen anyone stand up to Hoyt like that. He had to save her.
"Thomas, did you kill that bitch yet?" Hoyt yelled down from the top of the stairs. Tommy looked at her, then glanced back at the steps.
What should he to do? Kill her or not? Tommy looked at the girl on the table again. Her dirty blond hair was going wild, her bright blue eyes red from crying.
"Thomas!" Tommy looked from the girl and walked over so he could see Hoyt, who was at the top of the steps, hands on his hips. Tommy knew what that meant. Whenever Hoyt did this, Tommy would get beat on. He hated Hoyt sometimes...
And this was one of the times.
"So did you kill her yet or not?"
This is it, what was I to do? Tommy thought.
Tommy was a hell of alot of things, but he wasn't a liar. He shook his head no. Hoyt lowered himself one step down and looked hard at Tommy.
"Why haven't you killed that Bitch yet? Look at my arm, at what that BITCH did to me." He held up his arm were the girl bit him. Tommy didn't feel sorry from him at all. Hoyt tried to get down the stairs but Tommy blocked him. "Let me by, THOMAS!" Tommy shook his head.
"What do you think she will do if you let her go? She'll run for the damn hills! She don't care for ya, boy." Tommy looked at Hoyt, disbelief shining in his eyes. People thought he was so slow couldn't think for himself, but he can. He just doesn't want to answer stupid questions. He knew if the girl ever got loose she would leave and never look back. Who would ever look at him like he wasn't nasty, deformed? Who would want someone like him?
"OK," Hoyt sighed. "You have to learn for yourself. But if she tries to run or does anything stupid she dies. Understand?" Tommy nodded in agreement, happy Hoyt was giving in.
"What's all this yelling about?" A female voice asked at the top of the steps. Both looked up at the stairs at Mother.
"I picked up this girl and I was just asking if he killed her yet," Hoyt answered.
"I want to see this girl. Tommy, bring her up here! Hoyt, come up before they do- I need to talk to you." Hoyt walked up the stairs, rolling his eyes. Tommy walked back over to the girl and smiled down at her.
{The girl's pov}
I saw him walk to me with a huge damn grin on his concealed face. My nerves jumped when he picked up the hammer and walked closer to the table. I closed my eyes and turned from him. Until I heard him taking the nails out.
When I was free I sat up slowly, rubbing my wrists and staring at him. I looked around, thought of running. But I knew he could catch and kill me. I was stuck whether I liked it or not. Well, I could be in Haddonfield, Illinois were my brother wanted me dead. Atleast this dude was family.
If I stay here and manage to stay alive, this guy could save me. He likes me. I could do this, just act as if I like him back. He held out his hand to me and I hesitantly grabbed it. I felt an odd spark surge through me when he weaved our fingers together. It looked like he felt it too. He pulled me off the table and took me up stairs to the living room.
No! This can't happen, I told myself. I cant feel this.
"Oh goodness, child. You should see yourself. What did you do to her Hoyt?" The older woman said, glancing at the old bastart, who was appearently named Hoyt.
"Nothing Mama." The female hit Hoyt in the back of the head gently. "What was that for Mama?"
"What do you think?" She said, turning her gaze to me. "What's your name dear?" I looked at Tommy, and seeing him nod, replied.
"My names Beth Goodman, ma'am."
"This is Hoyt, my son." She pointed to him. "This is Uncle Monty, my brother." She pointed to an ancient guy sitting in a wheel chair. "I am Luda Hewitt- or you can call me mama-, and that's Tommy, my other son."
I looked at everyone then back down at the floor. Tommy put his free hand on my shoulder, offering comfort.
"Tommy, take Beth upstairs so she can clean up some for dinner." Luda instructed. Tommy nodded and led me out of the room.
"Why are you letting her stay here Mama?"
"Because your brother has took a liking to her, that's why."
As I Followed Tommy up the stairs to the bathroom, I didn't know what to think. I was following the crazy guy who was supposed to kill me.
What's wrong with me? But there's something about this guy...I just can't put my finger on it. There was something there that scared me.
Tommy pointed to a door when we got up stairs. I opened it, walked inside, looked back at Tommy, then closed the door. I looked in the mirror at myself. I was a real mess. My hair was tangled and dirty. My blue eyes were sore and still red. I looked for a wash cloth. I saw one in the tub, but when I went to get it I fell. I landed on my ass in the tub. I have a tripping problem; I can trip over air. Tommy opened the door quickly to see what happend.
I burst into laughter. I had to admit, Tommy looked kinda cute when he was worried. Which was weird- why did I think he was cute? He was going to kill me and he still might have to, thanks to Hoyt.
"I'm ok." I said with a smile. I sat up to see what I tripped over. I saw there was water on the floor.
{Tommy's pov}
Tommy smiled at this, walking over to Beth and helping her out. When she grabbed his hand he felt the spark again. Her bright blue eyes looked like she felt it too. Tommy didn't want to move but he knew if they were late he would get yelled at by Hoyt. He picked her up out of the tub like a little child. He put her down in front of him and just looked at her.
"Thomas, tell her to hurry up!" Hoyt yelled from downstairs, breaking their eye contact. Tommy picked up the wash cloth and silently directed her to sit on the edge of the tub, by pointing to it. She sat and watched as he ran the wet rag gently over her skin, washing away the dirt and horror.
He saw she had something on her wrist. He went to reach for it but she pulled it away. He tried again but she didn't give. He wondered why she pulled away from him like that, but thought he already knew. It was him. He looked like a monster. That's what everyone says, other than Uncle Monty and mama. He turned around and looked down.
{Beth's pov}
I looked up at Tommy then at my right wrist that had the black wrist band on. I didn't want to show him the cuts that were under it. Why did I care about showing him? Back home, life sucked. I was the town freak. So I turned to cutting my wrists.
I got off the tub and put my arms around Tommy's waist, burrying my face in his back. Why was I hugging this guy we just met? Maybe it's because I felt the same way he did inside.
"I'm sorry Tommy, that I pulled away from you." Tommy turned his head and looked down at me. I let go of him and reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out a hair tie. Tommy took the black hair tie from me and I turned around. He took all the hair that he could with his big hands and put my hair up into a pony tail. I turned round to smile at him. I didn't want to move but I didn't want to get him into trouble again, so I took his hand and walked out of the bathroom. Why was I getting shocked ever time our skin touched? This had never happened before to me. I didn't know why I liked it. Why did I?
I stopped thinking when we entered the dining room. I took a seat next to Tommy. Hoyt sat at the head of the table. Monty sat on his right, Mama on the left.
"Say grace, Hoyt." Mama demanded. Everyone bowed their heads. Hoyt said a quick prayer and stared to dish out food into a bowl, which made it's way around the table. When it reached me I took my time trying to figure out what kind of meat they used. It didn't look like pork...
Then it hit me. It was fucking human flesh they were eating! The thought made me sick but I sure as hell didn't want to be the next meal, so I took my spoon tasted it. I quickly finished, trying to avoid vomiting.
"Can I be done?" Mama nodded at me. I walked outside, dying for fresh air. I made it to the barn before I puked everything in me right back up. When I was done, I heard the chainsaw start up.
I knew I couldn't out run Tommy or Hoyt. Where would I go anyway, when there's nothing out here? If I wanted to live I had to get on their good side. I would do anything to live. I walked back to the porch and saw Tommy with his still running chainsaw. I took a deep breath and waited for him to use it on me. I closed my eyes. Then I heard the chainsaw turn off and the door open.
"What's going on out here?" Mama asked, stepping outside and seeing the chainsaw.
"I gave him the saw 'cause I knew she would make a run for it." Hoyt called from behind her. We all looked at him. My heart was racing. What was going to happen to me?
"Is this true, you don't want to stay with us?" I looked at all of them. What I was going to tell them?
"No! It wasn't like that. I want to stay. I just got sick and I couldn't make it to the bathroom. The evidence is over there." Mama looked at Tommy.
"Show her to our guest room." Tommy nodded and led me into the house. Tommy put the chainsaw on the steps of the basement then walked up stairs with me. When we were up stairs he pointed to a door next to the bathroom. I turned and looked at him.
"Thomas." He looked at me. "Do you like to be called Thomas or Tommy?" he held up two fingers.
"Ok Tommy it is." I said with a smile. "Can you speak at all?" He shook his head no.
I looked down. Tommy started to walk away when I grabbed his upper arm. Why did I grab his arm? Tommy stopped and looked at me. I was scared, and I didn't want to be alone. "Will you stay with me... please?"
He nodded his head and walked into the room with me. He was about to sit in the chair next to the bed when I said "Can you hold me?" Tommy nodded and lay next to me. I lay my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. "Tommy, you've got to believe me, I didn't try to leave. I really got sick." I pulled up my head and looked at him. "You believe me, right?" He shook his head yes. I fell asleep in his arms.
