Leatherface vs. Creeper

Chapter 1

The Bus:

Fuller, Texas

March 18th, 2007

The music pumped through the arena. Every audience member got more and more hyped as the beat got faster. They all cheered on each team but cheered their favorite team on the most. From rowdy teens to calm elders, everyone felt it. It was the competition that kept them going, and now there was a huge rivalry. McKinney High School vs. Barbara Bush High School. Two step teams performing wildly for the first place trophy. McKinney and Barbara Bush had tied for first place and were now engaged in a "Step Off." The Step Show had been moved from big time city Dallas, to vast farmland Fuller because of a recent fire. That didn't stop any fans though. All supporters of the teams made sure that they made it to the show, no matter where it was. Now the girls and guys of the McKinney STOMP team did their second routine. Dinasjae Oliver, the captain of the STOMP team, made her way up to the front of the stage. One hand under the left leg and clap, one hand under the right and clap, stomp right leg down and then stomp left leg down. "Break it down now!"Jacob Johnson yelled over the crowds cheering and applause. He wiped the sweat off the bandanna that he had tied around his head and looked over to his right. At this point they had three different groups. One group on the left of the stage, one on the right, and one in the very middle. Each side did their own routine twice and then they all did it together. Even though it looked different the beat was still the same. Jacob looked over at his ex-girlfriend Charisma Blige. She finished her step and looked towards the middle where Dinasjae, Shaquana Lee, and Michael Frost stood. The three in the middle did their own step twice and then stopped. "Let's get it crunk now!" Shaquana shouted and the whole arena started to cheer as the team all combined the routines that they had just done into one. When they all finished Michael looked over at his girlfriend who was panting. Shaquana was getting pretty tired but knew she had to give it her all.

On the very edge of the stage Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Garner, and Mr. Walker watched the step team. They wanted to win. They wanted that trophy. It was almost the end of the routine and they would soon know who gets the trophy.

Destiny Rowland walked up to the front of the stage and stared at Travis Houston with her hazel eyes. "Remix!" she shouted and continued on with the routine. After about another minute they finished their routine and walked off the stage. The crowd cheered and waited for the winning team to be chosen. Both teams walked back onto the stage and the judges gave the verdict. McKinney High School won the step off and claimed the first place prize. Zaniqua Simms jumped onto Travis and kissed him. Shaquana and Michael shared a steamy kiss and the rest of the team all hugged and smiled. They had won, now it was time to go home and show off their new trophy. The team walked off the stage and into the back of the arena. The door was opened and light flooded in, momentarily blinding the teens as they walked towards the bus. Once they all got on they sat down and waited to take off. Shaquana and Michael sat together with Dinasjae and Zaniqua in the next seat. Travis and Erika sat behind Dinasjae and Zaniqua with Monica and Summer Williams next to them. The two Williams sisters turned around as Charisma and her best friend Destiny sat behind them. The adults all sat in the very front and tried to fall asleep while sounding out the talking of the young adults. The bus driver got on and started up the bus. As he took off onto the road ahead he looked at the teens in the rearview mirror. "Fucking troublemakers," he sighed and shifted the mirror to get a better view of one of the girls asses.

One hour later... The sizzling heat outside forced everyone to pull the windows down even though they had the air condition on high. Half of the people on the bus were on cell phones or listening to Ipods. They had stopped talking to each other after the first forty five minutes of the trip. Even though most of the kids on the bus were friends they had grown tired of talking only with people on the bus. "Yo Mrs. Garner when we gon' get off this bus?" Travis asked after he pulled his head back into the bus. Mrs. Garner stood up and announced to the teens, "We got lost about ten minutes ago. The driver says that the map told him to come this way but we can't seem to get out of this area. We've been going in circles... well not really more like triangles." "What?" they all yelled and stood up at the same time. "Come on man! Are you for real?" Jacob asked and sighed sitting back in his seat. "JJ is right! How come y'all didn't tell us this befo'? Huh?" Destiny complained and then got right back on the phone and complained to her friend. "Sit down and shut up!" Mr. Walker said as his seven foot tall form stood up and blocked the sun from the front of the bus. "This is a minor setback and the quieter you are the faster we will find a way out of here. So I am going to ask you all to do one thing for me. Sit down and shut up!" he yelled the power in his authoritive voice shaking the bus. The students all did as told and quietly whispered to one another about the situation. "Quana," Dinasjae whispered the nickname to Shaquana. "What Nasjae?" Quana asked and turned in her seat. "Destiny just sent Michael a text message," Nasjae whispered and looked back at Destiny. "How do you kn...?" her sentence was cut off as Dinasjae pulled Michael's cell phone from her pocket. "He asked me to hold it for a minute," she smiled and handed the phone to Shaquana. "That bitch! She needs to quit flirtin' with my man before I kick her ass!" Quana whispered as she read the message. "At least he's not flirting with her. He's a good guy." What had just been said about Michael was true but Quana still felt jealous. "Yo, what up baby girl? JJ needs his backpack back," Michael said and kissed Quana lightly on the cheek. Quana reached under her seat and grabbed the backpack. "Tell him I'm sorry because I accidentally spilled some soda on his backpack," she giggled as she handed the bag up to Michael. "That's fine he's got other types of stains if you know what I mean..." Michael smiled as his friend and girlfriend realized what he meant. "Nasty!" Dinasjae screamed and knocked Michael back into the other seat. "It's too bad that Nay Nay didn't ride the bus back with us. We're not going to see her much longer. Come on, she moves in one week! We should call her when we get back and go to the movies," Dinasjae suggested and Quana shrugged.

Monica and Summer Williams turned around to talk to Destiny. "I think Shaquana knows about the text messages," they said as Quana sneered at them and then turned around and asked Mrs. Garner a question. "I don't give a damn! That bitch can come and fight me whenever the fuck she wants to! I'm tired of her old ashy ass," Destiny went off and JJ smiled. That damn girl has too much attitude he thought. But she does have a nice ass. JJ turned around and looked at Dinasjae sitting all the way in the front. JJ walked up to the front and knelt down next to Nasjae and Zaniqua. "What up girls?" he said and Zaniqua rolled her eyes. "What are you doing over here? Shouldn't you be in the back checking out Charisma." Zaniqua laughed and JJ looked over her towards Dinasjae. "How you doing? You kicked ass up there on that stage girl!" Dinasjae laughed at the compliment and blushed. She quickly turned away but not before Jacob saw the flash of red on her cheeks. "Let me in," Jacob complained and knocked Michael out of his seat. "Hey Quana, damn this place is too hot. Remember when we were back in Detroit? I loved the weather there, but here... it's just too damn hot!" he joked and Michael laughed also. "I would love to see snow. I have lived in Texas for almost my whole life!" he complained. "I can't wait until this year is over and we go to college!" he cheered and sat back down. JJ got up and went back to his seat.

The bus driver didn't want to be seen. His cap was pulled low and he had a couple of mysterious scratches on his arms. He was different. Something was up with him. The teens on the bus thought he was weird but weren't all bus drivers?

THE TIRE GAVE OUT AND THE BUS TILTED OVER! "SHIT!" was the loudest and most common cry out of the teens as the bus tilted. It almost rolled over but then bounced back to it's normal position. Destiny had fallen onto the ground and the contents of JJ's backpack flew around everywhere. "What the fuck!" Monica screamed and Mr. Walker stood up and yelled for them all to shut up. He was pissed. Him and the bus driver got off of the bus and soon Mrs. Garner and Mrs. Thompson did too. The kids looked out the windows and watched as Mr. Walker and the bus driver pulled a small object from the tire.

"What the hell is that?" Mr. Walker asked and Mrs. Thompson shook her head. "It looks like it's made out of bones..." Mrs. Garner said as she examined it. A dark shadow loomed over Mrs. Thompson and pushed her back. "AH!" she shrieked as Jacob started to laugh. "Get back on the bus!" Mrs. Thompson yelled and sighed as Jacob laughed his ass off. He walked up onto the bus and started to pick up all his stuff. "What could that be?" Mrs. Thompson asked again and stared at it. "I don't know. We should call the tow truck and have him come out here," the bus driver said and Mrs. Garner pulled out her black Motorola Razr.

Chapter 2

Welcome Home:

The young adult drove to his parents old farmhouse in his new red Ford truck. The deserted road was uninviting but for some reason he felt safe at that farmhouse. He had been told to go to the store but had actually stayed over at his girlfriends house. He drove up to the house. The light coming from the house shone everywhere. The door was wide open. He walked up to the door. It wasn't open, it was gone. Dean looked at the door. "What the fuck!" he exclaimed as he saw remnants of what was left. The house smelled like gasoline and what was left of the door had big gashes. Chainsaw gashes. "Jessica!" Dean Biel yelled and wiped the sweat from the tattoo on his wrist. "Jessica where are you?" Dean screamed feeling more and more scared. He ran around the house. The window near the front door was also broken and blood was spattered on it. It ran down into a small puddle on the ground. "Jessica!" he yelled again and ran outside. The doors to the storm shed were open. It was about 6:30 in the morning so the sun was about to rise. Dean sprinted across the field in record timing and looked inside. No one there. The shed also smelled like gas. He ran back into the house and looked around. Jessica's phone rang. Dean picked it up and looked at it. "14 missed calls?" he said and answered it. "Jessica! Oh my god Jessica! What's going on! What happened!" Foxy Valentines shrill, scared, and confused voice rang through the receiver. "Foxy, it's not Jessica," Dean said flatly and he could almost hear Foxy's heart stop. "Dean, please tell me that she is right next to you," Foxy asked and Dean sighed. "Dean! Dean, NO! What happened! I heard her gasp and then she screamed. And then she dropped the phone. Dean, I heard HIS footsteps. And I heard it. Dean, I heard the chainsaw!" Dean slammed his fist into the wall. "Dean we have to go to the police! I'll meet you at the station. Hurry up!" Foxy said and hung up. Dean just stood there for a minute and then dropped the phone on the counter. Jessica was gone. Leatherface was alive. They had Jessica. Dean ran out of the house and hopped into his truck. He started it up and drove off, not even bothering to put on his seatbelt.

Foxy's make up was smearing all over her face as she tried to hold back the tears. She drove to the police station in her black Nissan Xterra. The radio that usually blasted loud rap music was now turned all the way off. The car in front of her stopped at a red light. "Move!" Foxy screamed and drove into a lane of oncoming traffic to get around the car. She wanted to see Dean. She wanted to hug Dean and cry. She wanted to hug Jessica. She blew past many more red lights until she reached the small back road to the station. Foxy slowed down and pulled up into the driveway. She parked crookedly and got out of her car. Her long legs strode up to the door and she threw the door open. Dean pulled up behind her. She lived and hour away and she had gotten there in twenty minutes. Dean who lived ten minutes away took twenty minutes. Pathetic Foxy thought and lit up as he stepped out of the car. Foxy ran up to him and hugged him. "I haven't seen you in so long! I've missed you! Come on, we have to go talk to them," she said and dragged him into the station. A young boy about a year or two younger than them sat cowering in a small seat. A doctor was patching him up. He was bleeding from many different places and looked like he had just been attacked. The officer turned around and looked at the two completely opposite looking friends. "What can I do for you guys?" he asked and put his hands on his hips. "Our friend is missing! She was kidnaped. Me and my friend here had car trouble out in Travis County a few months ago. Us and three other people were in that car. We went to this house to get help and they attacked us." Foxy was trying to get through the story without crying but the officer looked at her like she was crazy. The tears started to come. "We were taken to this family's farmhouse and attacked. They guy had a chainsaw and was wearing other peoples faces! He killed two of my friends and has just kidnaped Jessica!" Foxy screamed and the boy looked up. The officer whose badge Foxy could now see down at her and suddenly stopped looking at her like she was crazy. His badge read "Charlie." "Charlie... will you please help us?" Foxy asked and the officer asked her something. "What was the name of the family?" Foxy looked at him. "You should know, they're famous. The Hewitt family."

The boy jumped up as the cop looked at him. "I told you! I"m not crazy! Ha! Haha! I'm not crazy! Look at me! I've been shot! He came after me!" the boy screamed and pointed out the window. Charlie looked around and rubbed his reddish brown hair. "Ok, I need the whole story," the cop said in disbelief. Josh Garner, Foxy Valentine, and Dean Biel all told their stories.

"Ooh! I'm hot!" Charisma complained and fanned herself. All of the students were now off of the bus and walking around. They all tried their cell phones but they couldn't get a signal. "Come on! I wanna go home!" Summer yelled and slapped her hands against her legs. "Ugh!" she grumbled and walked in circles. Travis looked over at Erika who smiled back at him and winked with seductive eyes. Travis was making his way towards her when Zaniqua jumped in front of him. "Heyyyyyyyyyy!" she cooed loudly and kissed him on the cheek. "Jacob said that he found a path out in that forest that leads to this old barn. He didn't go in, but he said that it was without a doubt abandoned." Ni Ni smiled and Travis was confused. "So...?" Travis asked and made her get to the point. "So he said maybe all of us could go there and have some privacy," she kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Yo, Mr. Walker, we found a trail in the woods and we're going to go see if we can get a signal," JJ lied and by the time Mr. Walker said they couldn't go, they had disappeared.

Dinasjae walked with her arms folded next to Michael and Shaquana. Michael had lifted up Quana and thrown her on his shoulders. They emerged from the clearing and saw the old barn. "Humph," Quana moaned at the sight of the thing. "I though you said it was romantic JJ," she said and punched him on the shoulder. "Yeah, romantic for guys who want a secluded place to get head!" he said like she was crazy. Quana sighed as Jacob ran up behind Dinasjae and picked her up off the ground. He held her in his arms and ran towards the barn. "PARTY!" he screamed and they all cheered.

JJ and Nasjae were the first to reach the barn. JJ opened the door and walked inside. It was hot, musty, smelly, and dark. "I'm not sure we should be going in there," Dinasjae said as she covered her nose. Monica, Summer, Destiny, and Charisma walked in next. "What? This place is a straight up dump!" Summer complained and Destiny chimed in. Quana and Michael walked in last. "Where are Ni Ni and Travis?" Dinasjae asked and looked at everyone. "They must have gone somewhere more private," Monica said and started laughing. "Ok. There are six different rooms so we can all party in one of them. Let's go explore this place. Hopefully no one will attack us." Nobody laughed when JJ said that, they actually looked a little scared. "Come on, let's go into that room," Quana said and licked her lips. Michael smiled and grabbed her hand. They walked hand in hand to the door and then disappeared into the room. Erika walked around and sighed. "So many girls. Too little guys." JJ beamed at her and she rolled her eyes. "Jacob you can forget about that right quick," she said and walked away. "Where the hell is Travis?" she whispered and walked outside.

Destiny, Charisma, and Summer had walked to the door Quana and Michael had gone in. Summer's sister was still sitting in the middle and talking with the others. "I wonder why she went out with a white boy?" Destiny asked and Charisma looked at her like she was crazy. "It's so obvious that you haven't been here very long. He is not white. He is and uh oh oreo! That nigga' is black on the outside but dipped in white. And besides, they have been together for a long time." Destiny looked somewhat satisfied. "And I bet he's got a big dick," Summer cheered. "Hey!" Charisma said and slapped Summer playfully. "Well? Why do you think we're standing here. I heard the white guy's have got some big ones!" she laughed and Charisma joined in. Destiny shifted positions. "I think I see him!" she called out and Summer jumped over.

Erika walked around in the excruciating heat. She constantly wiped sweat off of her face and hoped her makeup wouldn't smear. She needed to look her best. She saw Zaniqua walking towards her. "Where is Travis? Everyone's been asking about you guys," Erika said playfully. "Oh, he's over there by that tree. I have to go inside to talk to Dinasjae. Tell him to come to." Erika nodded and Zaniqua knew what might happen but forgot all about it as she swatted away and insect. Erika walked over to the tree and leaned around it. She clamped her hands over Travis's eyes and said "Guess Who?" Travis kissed the girls hands. "Hey baby..." he said and then saw it was Erika. "Oh! Sorry about that," he said and looked away. "About What?" she said sultrily and sat down in his lap. "Your girlfriend is gonna' be gone for a while. Do you want to chill with me?" she asked and Travis smiled. "I thought so," she said and grinned.

"I can't see a damn thing! And when I say that I mean I can't see Michael's thing!" Summer yelled and Destiny pushed her to the side. "Wait, I think I see them!" she yelled and Charisma looked also. "No, that's just a shadow. Wait, do you see that?" she said and turned her head. "What is it?" Destiny demanded and gaped wide eyed at Charisma. "I think there's a... there is! There's a window in that room!" she said and Summer was already running to the front door. "Wait!" Charisma called out and jogged after her. "Bitches hold up!" Destiny hollered and walked towards them.

Monica watched her sister run off with two of her friends. "Summer is trippin'. I can't believe she would freak out that much. I don't think she even likes Michael," Monica said and shook her head. "That's what it looks like," Dinasjae joked as she heard Summer yell something back to Destiny. Jacob stood up and looked around. "Damn I am so bored," he complained and Nasjae stood up. "We should go practice a step," she said and JJ looked at her weirdly. She smiled and he wasn't sure if he took it the wrong way or not. Monica stood up and said, "I'm gonna go see what Summer and them are doin'." JJ and Nasjae stood and watched Destiny leave. "Come on, I'll teach you the new step I made," Nasjae said and JJ followed her into another room.

Michael and Shaquana were sitting down on the edge of a haystack and staring each other down. "I have to tell you something," Quana said as Michael moved towards her. "Tell me later," he said and continued, "We have a lot of time for that." Quana felt her cheeks turn red as her boyfriends lips sucked on her neck a little. She wrapped her arms around him and moved his face towards her. Her lips pressed against his and his hand moved up against her chest. She grabbed at his shirt and they stood up. She yanked it off of him after pulling it up to his neck. She rubbed her hands against his muscled chest and kissed his again. Michael pulled off his girlfriends shirt also and worked on getting her jeans off. The window to the side let in some light. It also let people look through. At the moment someone was looking in. Michael got on top of Quana and she rubbed her hands over his chest as he pulled down her jeans. She heard something and looked towards the window. There was a face staring back at her! Quana was too confused to scream. The face didn't look human. It had a face, a nose, eyes, and mouth, and ears but it didn't look human. The skin was thick and blackish-purple. And he was staring at her. Staring, sniffing, and smiling. "Michael we need to leave," she said and hit his shoulders. "Come on, we just started. You don't want to make me sad do you?" he said after he slid her pants off and rubbed his hands against her thighs. "No, Michael something is wrong," she said a little more frantically and Michael sighed. He pulled a small box out of his pockets and pulled something out. He held the small rubber object in front of her face. "See, it's fine, I'll put this on and we can get back to business," he whispered and pulled the zipper of his jeans down. "Not that! Look! Something's watching us!" she said and turned his face towards the window. The face was gone.

Travis and Erika were making out against the large tree. The shade helped the scorching temperature but their romantic actions were heating the place up. Zaniqua had been gone for a while so it was safe to assume she wasn't come back for a little while. They would be alone for a good ten minutes or so. Plenty of time to get what they wanted done.

Zaniqua looked around for her friend. "Dinasjae!" she called out and looked around the farmhouse. She saw Monica walking around. "Hey, where is Nasjae?" she asked out of breath and Monica pointed to the little door on the right. "She's in there..." Monica siad and Zaniqua walked to the door. "With JJ," she finished and Zaniqua stopped in her tracks. She wheeled around and her jaw dropped. "What? Did you say that she's in there alone? Alone with JJ?" Monica smiled and nodded. Zaniqua turned back around and opened the door slowly.

"Baby are you sure you saw something?" Michael asked as he zipped back up his jeans and she tried to put hers back on. "Yes, I did! I swear to god!" she declared and Michael walked over to the window. He looked down and jumped back in surprise. The sound of girls screaming filled the barn. Summer, Destiny, and Charisma were all huddle down on the ground outside the window. Michael had just caught them. "Get up!" he screamed at them and they looked at Quana and her boyfriend through the window. "Hi," Summer said nervously and Destiny waved. "See, you didn't see a monster you just saw them," Michael said and Destiny smacked her lips. "What! Did you just say I'm ugly?" she said and Michael rolled his eyes. "Go away!" he yelled again and they all walked off. "I swear it wasn't human. It wasn't them." Michael turned around and stared at his girlfriend. "Come on, we should head back to the bus," he said and put on his shirt. "Are you mad at me?" Quana asked but Michael had already walked out of the room.

Quana sat alone. Does Michael know? Is that why he's made at me? Did he get annoyed because he thought I was lying and get mad about the other thing? Quana hadn't told Michael yet but she didn't plan on going to UCLA with him. She had tried out for Making The Band 4 and made it! College would just get in the way. She was going to wait until she made the band or didn't before she went to college. If she didn't make the band she would go to college. If she made the band she wouldn't go. At that moment she knew that Michael had found out. She loved him with all her heart but she had wanted to do this her entire life. She got up and ran after him.

Zaniqua looked at JJ and Dinasjae. They were perfectly fine. They weren't making out, they weren't having sex, and JJ wasn't raping her. All was better. "You guys, Michael just came out and said we needed to get back to the bus," Ni Ni said and closed the door. JJ and Nasjae got up and followed her.

Outside the barn Michael, Shaquana, Destiny, Summer, Charisma, Travis, Erika, Jacob, Dinasjae, Monica, and Zaniqua met. "Come on we need to head back," Michael said and walked back towards the trail. They all followed and Zaniqua eyed Travis suspiciously. She also eyed Quana because Michael's shirt was on backwards and there was a bit of lipstick on him. Ni Ni sighed and continued her trip back to the bus unaware that a a set of eyes was on her.

The Creeper stood perched on top of the barn that was his home. The small hatch covered by hay led down to his "House of Pain." The Creeper was looking at them and trying to sniff them. The scent was too far away now because of the wind. He would just have to take a closer look.

Chapter 3

The Police Station:

The stories had taken an hour to tell and by now the sun was completely up. The teens on the bus would have been driving home at this time. Foxy looked over at Dean. Telling the story had left him emotionally strained. It left her strained too. What she had seen down in that furnace. When she saw Dean's finger gone and his whole body covered in blood. The stranger they had met named Aubrey. Her death was horrible. It wasn't as bad as Michael Biel's though. Dean's brother had been nailed to the wall of Ed's shed. It was almost like he had been crucified. The ring had fallen out of his pocket. He had planned on proposing to Jessica but the events of that day killed him. Right as they had been about to get him off Leatherface had rammed his chainsaw through the outside of the shed and it went through and out of Michael's stomach. Foxy shuddered and gagged remembering that night. She looked over at the guy named Josh and almost vomited once more. He looked back up at her. How could this happen? After us they still got more. I can't believe the police. They said they couldn't find that farmhouse. Well god dammit they are sure as hell going to find that farmhouse this time! Foxy stood up and asked Charlie where the bathroom was. "Go in that door over there and it will be the second door on the left," he said pointing to the door by the coffee maker.

Dean watched Foxy leave and looked over at Josh. "It's ok man," he said and patted him on the shoulder. "I know you won't ever forget but the pain will subside a little. And the nightmares they become less and less monstrous as time goes on. I'm sorry about what happened to your friends, but at least you got out. And now we are going to make sure the Hewitt's fucking fry," he cheered Josh up and Josh grinned back at him. Charlie walked back over to them and looked at them with is auburn eyebrows burrowed in confusion. The wrinkles on his face were advanced for his age. He was only 46 but he worried too much. He got emotionally attached to the crimes and sometimes would obsess over them. He could tell this was going to be one of those crimes. "Ok, here's what we're going to do. Me and two other members of my squad are going to go out to the Hewitt farmhouse with me. Meet officer Christina Wilkins," he said as a young female officer walked up. She was probably 28 with light blonde hair and a face that said she thought she was fearless but really did have fear. Dean could instantly tell she had a bad childhood memory that was still haunting her. Another male officers in his early 30's walked up and nodded. He had dark black hair and had more muscle than Charlie. "And this is Mark Washington." The three police officers had been introduced and now it was tike to get down to business. "We are going to go to the farmhouse in about ten minutes, we have backup coming but they are about a day away because we told them we needed the SWAT team but it wasn't high priority." Dean beamed at the mentioning of the SWAT team but when Charlie said that "It wasn't high priority" Dean got a little angry. "So the SWAT team will be there at around 5:00 in the morning. We decided not to bring you guys with us because..." "What!" Dean yelled and Foxy came out of the bathroom and had heard it too. "WHAT!" she screamed and ran over to Dean who had jumped up. "Wait a minute!" Charlie yelled and Dean sat back down. Charlie was more intimidating than he looked. "But, we decided that since the last time we couldn't find it that we would bring you along. But you have to stay in the cruiser. Ok? If you don't stay in the police cruiser you could get hurt and we cannot guaranty your safety." Dean and Foxy nodded but Josh shook his head. "Don't worry, you don't have to go. We've called your parents and they should be here within the hour." Josh thanked Charlie silently and then the officers walked into the back to get their equipment.

"Foxy, I don't think you should go," Dean broke the news to her quietly but Foxy jumped up and got angry just like he had expected. "I am going with you no matter what! So do not tell me what I can or cannot do! I'm going!" she yelled and Dean grabbed her shoulders. He pulled her back into her chair. "Fine," he siad tiredly and she smiled. She rested her head on his chest and he stroked her hair. Charlie, Mark, and Christina came out with walkie-talkies and guns in their holsters. "Let's go," he said and held the front door open for them. Dean and Foxy got in Charlie's cruiser and Mark followed in his own. Christina crept into the middle as they made their way down the road.

Chapter 4

Teens On A Bus:

All the teenagers walked back on the bus before Mr. Walker could yell at them. He was too busy trying to put in the spare with the bus driver. Mrs. Thompson and Garner weren't in the mood to discipline the youths. They got on the bus and Quana hooked her Ipod up to a set of portable speakers. "This is my jam!" she yelled and turned up the song 'Bossy' by Kelis. "Hey Yo, You don't have to love me. You don't even have to like me. But you will respect me. You wanna know why? Cause I'm a boss!" Quana put her hands up to her breasts and did the "Bossy Dance" wildly. The teens started to laugh and some joined in. "Turn it to OUR theme song!" Dinasjae begged and Quana glowed with excitement. "This song is Dinasjae and I's theme song," Quana said and turned the music up louder. "We in the club. We ride slow. We doin' things that the girls don't do. The boys stare, we smile back. All my girls in the rainbow Cadillacs, yeah!" all the girls on the bus sang and actually had some good melody in their voices. "And this new song by Beyonce called 'Kitty Kat'. This is another one of my favorite songs," Quana said and started to sing the song that no one else but Michael had heard. "You know I hate sleepin' alone, but you said that you would soon be home. But baby that was a long time ago. I'm not feelin', I'm not feelin' it." The group on the bus loved Quana's voice and her dancing ability. Michael used to love it, but not now. Not if it was going to drive her away from him. Not if she didn't go to California with him. He loved her and wanted her to be happy but he desperately didn't want to loose her for a year or more. What if they never saw each other again. "I'm sorry I keep switching songs but here is another one of my jams," she said and turned on the familiar song. Quana started to do the 'Chicken Noodle dance'. "I let it rain, I clear it out. I let it rain, I clear it out. I let it rain, I clear it out. Now lets get it, lets get it, lets get it, lets get it. I let it rain, clear it out. I let it rain, I clear it out. Chicken Noodle soup, Chicken Noodle Soup, Chicken Noodle Soup with a soda on the side," Quana dancing cheered everyone up and even the teachers laughed at her craziness. Her goal was almost accomplished. She had cheered everyone up, except for the one person she had wanted to, Michael. "Do the 'Cookie Dough'," JJ yelled and started to cheer. This was her only chance. She walked up to Michael and did the 'Cookie Dough' right in his face. He laughed and grabbed her around the waist. He pulled her into his seat and she laid down on his crotch with her feet in the next seat. All was good.

Mr. Walker and the bus driver were still outside trying to put in the spare. It was so damn hard on a bus. Mr. Walker looked curiously at the driver. Shouldn't he know how to put it on? Mr. Walker thought but decided it was because the driver was new. It was now about 7:00 and because of the time change the sun was setting early. Bad news for them. The driver got onto the bus and pulled out a emergency box. He pulled out a couple of flares and a flare gun. He fired two into the sky since it was getting dark hopefully someone might see it. And he laid four around the street. He was trying to bring a specific person down to the bus. About forty minutes later it was completely dark. And the flares were burning out. The bus was pretty quiet now.

The police officers and their passengers had gotten lost, gotten lost again, and then found the correct road that led to the Hewitt house. It had taken about seven hours for them to just get into Travis County. They were still an hour or more away. How could it take them seven hours to get to a place two hours away? Foxy was getting more and more nervous. Jessica was in trouble and they were taking too damn long. Foxy told the officer to turn onto a long deserted road and they were finally on the road that led to the old gas station. The road that had stolen two of her friends lives. Michael and Chris. Foxy shivered and looked at Dean. He held her hand as the pulled onto the long road. "Where do we go now?" Charlie asked and turned to look at the scared friends in the backseat. "To hell," Foxy said and Charlie knew what she meant. They were almost in the belly of the beast.

Mrs. Thompson and Mrs. Garner walked back outside to talk to the men. No good news. They were still trying to get the tire on. They almost had it. The two female teacher got back on the bus and told Quana to turn down her loud music. 'Ring The Alarm' by Beyonce was playing. Quana turned it down and swore she heard something hit the roof. No one else heard it and she just shrugged it off.

The Creeper crouched against the top of the bus and looked down at the two men. He sniffed around but neither of them were scared. He looked at the black one. That one had more muscles. He should try him. The Creeper got ready to attack the black man. The bus driver walked onto the bus to get more flares and the hungry creature decided to pick off his first prey. He spread out his wings which made a noise but it was lost in the music coming from below. He flew into the air and then dove down towards Mr. Walker.

JJ was getting tired. "JJ you need to shut up!" Destiny yelled and rolled her neck. JJ was pissed. "BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP!" JJ screamed and punched his seat. His hand went through the seat. JJ yanked it out and didn't even say a word. Destiny sat down. "That mixed nigga is crazy!" Destiny gossiped and Summer laughed. "All mixed people are!" she reasoned and Charisma just smiled. "Was he good in the bedroom?" Destiny asked Charisma and looked back at JJ. "I am not going to answer that," Charisma said and looked away. "Oh! I can't believe it ! HE WAS! Oh My God! That is crazy!" Destiny screamed and jumped up. "You know his brother's gay right?" Destiny asked Charisma and she nodded. "Derrick told me before he told anyone else. Well, except his boyfriend," Charisma said and Destiny stared at her. "DJ was so fine! He was better looking than JJ! How come he had to be gay?" Destiny sighed and JJ turned around to look at her. He rolled his eyes and reminded himself that he couldn't hit a girl.

Zaniqua looked over at Travis. Him and Erika had been sitting next to each other for a while. Travis walked over to her and sat down. "We need to talk," he said and put on his most serious face. Wait, it was always like that. He never laughed. Zaniqua sat down next to Travis and he broke the news. "Ni Ni, I know we've been going together for a while but, I really don't think it's working out," Travis said and Erika grinned. Zaniqua knew what was going on. "You really want to break up with ME. Your sorry ass can go fuck that little white tramp! I don't need you! How dare you come over here and try to BREAK UP WITH ME! ME! That ain't happenin' so you and your two timing self can get to steppin'!" Zaniqua said and pointed back to Erika. "I've already got a man who can take care of me! I've got a man with more muscle, more sense of humor, and an ACTUAL PERSONALITY, and damn he is so much better looking than your ashy self!" Zaniqua said and got up. She walked over to JJ who sat two seats in front of her and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up at her and they both smiled. "Hey baby, it's about time you left him and came to me." JJ opened up his arms and Zaniqua sat in his lap. He wrapped his arms around Zaniqua and she smiled. Travis was shocked. That hadn't worked out like he had planned it. JJ kissed the top of Zaniqua's head and she laughed. "So you still want to go out with me?" Zaniqua asked and JJ nodded. "All day baby. I'm glad you finally realized that I was the best man for you. I'm a soldier," he said and Travis laughed.

Erika was irritated. There was no way that little bitch would talk about Travis like that. "Bitch you want to fight!" she said and jumped up. She hit the seat and Zaniqua jumped up also. "I know you ain't talking about me! Girl I will beat the shit out of you!" Zaniqua said and Erika walked up to her. "You and your fake ass Jamaican weave is about to get beat!" Erika said and pushed Zaniqua. Zaniqua raised her fist into the air and was about to hit Erika when they heard the screaming.

The bus went silent and everyone stood shocked. "What just happened?" Quana asked and no answer was told. "What just happened?" Quana asked louder and then Mrs. Thompson walked off of the bus. Mr. Walker was gone. "What?" she said and then saw a bird fly over by that path that the kids had gone through. It was a pretty big bird. It was far away but it was the biggest bird she had ever seen. The bird shaped thing dropped what looked like a body on top of the barn and flew back. Mrs. Thompson figured that she was just seeing things and turned around to get on the bus. She got on the first step and looked at Mrs. Garner. "He's gone," she whispered but Monica heard. "Mr. Walker is gone! Where is he? What happened?" she yelled and they heard something hit the bus. Mrs. Thompson walked outside again and looked up. Dinasjae looked down at Mrs. Thompson through her window. Mrs. Thompson gasped and screamed. Two long arms shot down and grabbed her by her neck. The two arms had a some white hair on them and looked scaly like a crocodile. The arms pulled her up onto the top of the bus. Every single person on the bus screamed in fear except for Frank who just stood shocked and looked at the place where the woman had just been. JJ rolled down his window and stuck his head out. "NO!" Shaquana screamed and pulled JJ back. "What if that thing grabs you?" Quana screamed but Jacob pushed her away. He stuck his head out the window. Blood dripped onto his face and before he could pull it back inside something hard fell onto his face. It was Mrs. Thompson's hand! "AH! EW! AHHHHHHH!" JJ screamed and fell back into his seat. The hand fell to next to him and he screamed even more. He sprung out of his seat and into the next. Everyone saw his face. Quana handed him his bandanna and he wiped the blood off of his face. "What is that thing?" Charisma asked as they heard a crunching sound. He was eating Mrs. Thompson.

Michael stood up. THE CREEPER'S HAND PUNCHED THOUGH THE CEILING AND GRABBED MICHAEL BY THE SHOULDERS! "FUCK!" he screamed as the demon dug his nails into the boy's shoulders. "HELP! HELP ME! LET GO OF ME!" he screamed and fought the things hands. It was no use the monster was too strong. "GET OFF OF HIM! GET OFF OF HIM!" Quana screeched and hit the Creeper's hands. JJ ran up and pulled the Creeper's hands off of Michael. The three of them fought as hard as possible. The Creeper let go of Michael. "What do we do?" Quana screamed but the thing had already punched another hole through the ceiling. All the occupants on the bus ducked to the ground. "What about that barn! Maybe if we can make it to that barn we could hide!" Michael said and Destiny looked at him like he was crazy. "We can't get away from that thing! It will catch us!" she said as the Creeper slid onto the side of the bus. He stared at them through the window. Seeing his entire body made it worse. He was terrifying. He sniffed them through the mirror. He smiled. Fear. He could smell their fear and soon he would taste it. "You got a better idea?" Monica yelled to Destiny who was on the verge of tears. Frank looked different now. Almost like he had something planned. Dinasjae wiped the thought from her mind and stood up. She walked to the front of the bus and opened the door. Everyone came up behind her. They crashed and fought their way out of the bus. When they all got out they saw the Creeper walk over the side of the bus. He was still on top of the bus. He spread his wings and stared at them. "IT CAN FUCKING FLY!" Zaniqua screamed and bolted across the field. The other frightened teens did the same as the bat from hell flew into the sky and pursued them.

Frank stayed on the bus. Mrs. Garner was the last one off but she barely paid attention to the fact that Frank was still on. He knew what to do. This creature was going to kill them all off and he had to find a way to stop it. For his own reasons.

JJ, Michael, and Quana were in the front of the pack. They were the fastest runners. The Creeper was swooping down low and trying to grab at them. Dinasjae came up behind Michael and ran for her life. They were almost at the entrance to the path. Damn they were fast! Nasjae didn't know that she could ever run that fast. Zaniqua ran, trying not to trip over her own feet. Erika and Mrs. Garner were the last in the pack but no one gave a shit. All they cared about was saving their own lives. They had all made it into the forest path. The Creeper retreated over the path and tried to follow them from higher up. They all relaxed a little because they thought he had given up. When they sprinted out back into the clearing they realized that they were mistaken as he dove back down. He slid through the sky and they all darted away in fear. He targeted Erika. He reduced his superhuman speed and waited until she ran past him. Erika came right under him.

Michael reached the barn door. "Hurry up and open it!" his girlfriend screamed and hit her hand rapidly against her thigh. She was on edge as she watched the behemoth plunge down towards Erika. "WATCH OUT!" she screamed at the top of her lungs but it was too late. The Creeper had scooped her up in his arms. He flew upwards towards the sky and towards the barn. Erika shrieked and fought at the Creepers arms. They reached the top of the barn and he accelerated into the sky. They were getting way too high. Erika was pounding on the freaks arms. She bit his arm. It hurt her teeth but he let go of her. She was elated. She was free. That was when she felt her descent. She wasn't free. She was just about to fall to her death. She screamed once more but no sound came out. She hit the top of the barn. She bounced back up and rolled off the side onto the ground. She fell onto Michael as he opened the door. The force knocked the wind out of Michael and she pinned him to the ground. She looked down and him and coughed blood all over his face. Her jaw was bent awkwardly and blood was gushing out of her mouth, Michael rolled the girl off of him and regained his breath. Everyone had ran inside the barn except for Mrs. Garner and Quana who pulled Michael up. "Come on! Your ok! Get inside!" Mrs. Garner yelled still trying to be the authority figure and pushed Michael inside the barn. The Creeper made his way down towards the three women. Quana saw him coming down and grabbed Erika. "Mrs. Garner help me pull her inside!" Quana ordered and Mrs. Garner obeyed. They dragged the girls quivering body into the barn as The Creeper landed on the ground and looked at them. Michael, Travis, and JJ all ran to the large barn door and pushed it closed. The door was hard to close but JJ, Michael, and Travis were used to pumping iron and closed the door before the Creeper could get in. They slid the bolt on and hoped it would hold against the Creeper.

Chapter 5

Return To Travis County:

Foxy felt like she was about to die. She couldn't believe she had wanted to come here. Why did I want to come back? I am so damn stubborn she thought to herself and Dean looked over at her. He knew what she was feeling. They passed the Gas Station. "There! That's where we first stopped!" Dean said pointing and the cop took a sharp turn into the abandoned place.

"They must have packed up and left," Mark said as he flashed his flashlight around the old place. "This is bullshit! Screw this! We need to get to their house! I know Jessica's there!" Foxy yelled and stormed out of the mini-mart. She got back in Charlie's cruiser and they all followed. "Why did we have to bring the princess with us?" Christina asked and pointed over to Foxy who was pouting in the back seat. "If you want to talk about my friend behind her back, make sure that I'm not right behind your back," Dean seethedin a whisper. Christina turned around and saw the gothic man standing behind her. "I didn't..." Dean put his hand in her face to stop her. "Charlie, could we get back to our job now?" Dean said as calmly as possible and the officer nodded. Christina stood there dumbfounded as Dean brushed shoulders with her and didn't say a word. Charlie got back in the cruiser and started it up. He had a long night ahead of him.

Mark sat in his cruiser and waited for Christina to pull out. He wanted to go home. This was nothing but a wild goose chase. The Hewitt family probably wasn't even alive anymore! He obeyed his captains orders though and pulled out back onto the road. If those little juvenileswould lead them to this house he would search it and go home. He just wanted to go home. That was all he wanted.

Foxy saw the path to the Old Crawford Mill. "Take a left onto the small dirt road,"she instructed and felt the first bump as they got onto the path. The path was filled with many bumps. They drove for about fifteen minutes before they got to the mill. Once they reached it the officer stopped the car. "Don't even bother. No one's here. We have to go on foot through that path. It's only about a five minute walk," Dean said and started to walk. Foxy fell in stepbehind him. The Mark and Christina shrugged as the young adults just continued to walk. "Don't bother to wait for us!" Mark yelled out but Charlie was jogging up to them. "What is with him? It's like he really cares about those little shitsWe all know that they're just troublemakers. I mean, come on, just look at them," Mark complained but Christina just sighed. "I don't like 'em, but I have this bad feeling. I think they're telling the truth and if they are, we're gonna' have a bad night," Christina poured out her thoughts and feelings like she always did. She tried not to but she just did. "Oh well," Mark sighed and followed them into the path. Christina started but heard a noise. She jumped and shivered. SOMETHING DARTED OUT OF THE BUSHES TO HER LEFT! Christina screamed and pulled out her gun. The rabbit ran in the opposite direction and disappeared under the car. Christina sighed in relief but she turned around and saw Foxy's face. The girl wasn't laughing like she had thought she would. The girl looked dead serious. Her face had turned white and she was frozen. She then saw the rabbit and turned around. Christina saw her clutch her hand against her chest. That girl had been through something terrible. She could tell. It almost reminded her of herself. Christina kept her gun ready and followed the group into the dark forest.

Michael tried desperatly to wiped the blood off of his face. The smell of it was making him gag constantly. He tried to plug his nose but he couldn't breath. He tried to close it and keep him mouth open but the blood almost dripped into his mouth. He grabbed his shirt and forced it over his head. He wiped his face and stared at the blood. He gagged again but caught himself before he could vomit. Erika was still laying on the ground and coughing up blood. "What do we do?" Summer asked as Erika squirmed around like she was having a seizure. Dinasjae and Monica started to cry. "WHAT DO WE DO!" Monica screamed louder and ran over to Erika. "It's ok, your fine. It's ok." Erika grabbed Monica's hand and squeezed it as hard as possible. "Help me," she begged and tried to stop coughing. Her blood was all over her face and dropping into her eyes. Dirt and blood fell into her eyes and blinded her. She tried to open her eyes but it hurt so bad.. "Please ugh, please, plea... please help me," she coughed up as she swallowed her on blood. Charisma looked at the dying girl and looked away. Guilt washed over her even though she knew that there was nothing she could do. "Please don't let me... don't let me... don't let me die," she choked and spit some blood out of her mouth. Where was it all coming from? "We won't leave you. We promise we won't," Monica said and tightened her grasp on Erika's hand. Erika gasped for air and struggled wildly. She jerked back and forth causing everyone else emotional pain as they watched her physical pain. They had to find a way to get help. They were all trapped and Erika was about to die. Two people had already died. Most of them had never seen someone die before. They had to escape before they suffered the same fate. "Where's the bus driver?" Zaniqua asked and everyone looked around the barn. "He was still on the bus," Mrs. Garner said and stopped. Why the hell had he stayed on the bus?

Dean, Charlie and Foxy were still ahead of Mark and Christina but the other two officers were catching up. They reached the end of the path and emerged from the forest. The Hewitt house stood like a hell on earth at the end of a long grassy field. Foxy shivered and almost cried out for help. That was what she had done the first time she was here. Scream for help. This time it would be different. This time those fuckers would be screaming for their lives. Foxy was still scared but this time she had hope and a reason to be there. She had to save Jessica and make sure that the Hewitt family goes to hell where they belong. Christina and Mark walked up behind them and took their guns out of the holsters. Dean liked that. They were ready to shoot first and ask questions later. Good news. Charlie looked at them. "You know what to do. You two have to go back to the cruiser," Charlie said sympathetically and Foxy glared at him. "What? No. No, no, no, and no again. Hell naw! I am going with you!" Foxy protested but Dean grabbed her. "Thanks. Just stay in the car. A radio is placed in the backseat, I'll be able to radio to you guy's once we find her or if there happens to be any trouble." Charlie pulled out his own gun and mouthed something to the other cops but Foxy couldn't see. Dean was pulling her back into the forest. "Dean, what are you doing?" she protested but Dean was too strong for her. He had gotten a lot stronger since that sunny afternoon. October 4th 2006. That was the day they had come here. She must have been thinking for a while because the next thing she knew she was back at the cop car. "Dean why don't you want to go?" Foxy asked as he pushed her into the car. He was gentle but assertive at the same time. "I do not want you to get hurt. I do not want to get hurt. I don't want you to see what is inside that house again and I don't want to see it either," Dean replied and got into his seat. They both sat in the back because the front seats were locked. The back door was locked before and Charlie had to let them out with a key but the doors had been unlocked when Dean came. Charlie must have forgotten to lock it from the outside Dean thought and then forgot all about it. "I gotta go pee," Dean said and tried to open the door. It was locked. "Shit," he mumbled and Foxy looked at him with dread. "Please tell me that you did not just lock us in the car," she said with anger rooting at her mouth. Dean tried to open it once more. "Oops." "Oops. Oops!" Foxy screamed at Dean. "You just locked us in the fucking car! Haven't YOU ever been in a police cruiser? The backs are locked so criminals can't get out you dingle berry!" Foxy yelled in Dean's face and he was so embarrassed at his own stupidity. Dean grabbed the radio. "What are you doing?" Foxy asked as Dean picked it up. "Radioing Charlie and asking him for the..." Dean looked at the thing. "Why won't it turn on?" he asked and looked at it. Two small cables at the bottom had been cut. "What the..." Dean's body went numb and Foxy knew what was going on. She didn't go numb. Instead her mind flashed with hundreds of images. She looked around. The cops were walking into a trap. And they were both trapped in a car all alone. They had to get out soon or they would die. Foxy knew this. She looked around and saw an extra set of keys on the dashboard. The keys were on the dashboard. The only problem was that there was a rusty metal grating covering the back seats from the front. Foxy and Dean had to get those keys. Foxy saw something moving in the woods. They had to get those keys... fast!

Charlie, Mark, and Christina had formed a triangle around the entrance of the house. Charlie stood in the middle aimed right for the door with Mark and Christina at the left and right sides. Charlie sidestepped and slowly made his way up the porch steps. A minuscule amount of light protruded through the windows. The house wasn't empty. Fear knotted up in Charlie's stomach but he was a professional. He could handle this. Charlie walked up the porch steps as softly as possible, cringing at each small creak. He made it to the front door. The front door was open and the screen door was closed. Charlie peered through the screen door but could only make out a large set of stairs. He opened the door as Mark and Christina got closer to him. He slithered in after creating a small opening. He closed the door as quietly as possible. Mark and Christina waited for a minute and then went around to the back of the house. They tried to open the hatch doors in the back. They were locked. They had to go through the front once they got radioed. For now they just had to wait for the signal.

Charlie crept around stealthily and looked for signs of inhabitants. The darkness of the house was a hard obstacle to overcome. He didn't dare pull out his flashlight. He had to make sure the first two floors were clear before he pulled out his flashlight to search the place for clues. The basement was the last place he would check. That was one of the main settings of the three horror stories he had heard from Foxy, Dean, and Josh. He turned the corner and glanced around the living room. The old worn out coffee table was probably the most expensive thing in the room. Dirty dog toys, mildew stains, even some blood stains. The house smelled horribly. The smell was coming from the kitchen. The aging officer prowled into the kitchen. He hit his face on a huge slab of meat the second he walked in. Three bedsprings were tied up to the ceiling to hang logs cuts of meat. The kitchen was so full and dirty that Charlie started to feel claustrophobic. He emerged from the kitchen and checked many other rooms. Now he had to go upstairs. This was when he felt the danger creep into his mind. He tiptoed up the stairs and backed against the wall. He did a SWAT turn and pointed his gun in the middle of the empty hall. He checked the door at the end of the hall. It was just a closet with some clothes. He checked the door next to it. An old room with chipping cowboy wallpaper. Plaques and pictures of smiling teenagers were hung along the walls along with trophy's of sorts on the dressers. Charlie closed the door behind him and locked it. He pulled out his flashlight. There was something odd about this room.

Dean was in one of the most uncomfortable positions of his life. Foxy was leaning over him and trying to stick her arm through a small hole at the top right of the metal grating. She figured that if she could reach her arm around she could undo the small screws with her nails. Her knee hit Dean's crotch. "Fuck! Foxy get off of my balls!" he yelled and she screamed after moving. "I'm sorry!" she yelled as she tried to get the first screw off. "So, how have you been?" Dean asked out of breath. "I've been ok. I had to move back in with Tyrone though. He said that if he was going to pay for my college that he would have to watch me and make sure I was working hard enough. Because his "hard earned cash" shouldn't be wasted. Foxy scoffed and rolled her eyes. "He's a freaking drug dealer! How is that hard earned cash?" she asked and broke her nail. "Damn!" she yelled and tried with the next nail. The first screw came out after about five minutes. "Is Tyrone still..." Dean trailed off and looked down. "Hitting me? Yes, my father is still hitting me. If you would really call him a father," she announced and got the second nail off. "Dammit Foxy! Why haven't you moved in with me and Jessica? You can move in with us if you want. I don't want that man hitting you!" Dean protested but Foxy blew the question off. "Dean, I hate to say this to you but...," she didn't finish. "What? Tell me what you have to say," Dean pleaded and she looked into his deep blue eyes. "If I lived with the two of you I would feel so... guilty." Dean stared at her. "Guilty?" he let the word fall from his mouth. "Dean, look at you! What he did to you! Have you seen Jessica? She still has scars all over her body! I can't live with that! It's just a constant reminder of that day. We will never get past that!" she screamed, unaware that she was even yelling. "Looking at me... looking at me makes you feel guilty? You can't stand to look at me?" Dean's voice almost quivered and Foxy's eyes welled up with tears. "Dean, I just can't live with you guys right now. Ok? Tyrone will get better soon. He just broke up with his girlfriend. That's all this is. That's the only reason he's coming on to me," she said and Dean was suddenly energized again. Not in a good way. "He comes on to you! You said that he was just hitting you and that he had stopped! Has he laid hands on you in any ways other than hitting you?" Dean shouted in rage and Foxy looked at him. "Yes," she proclaimed and looked away. "Foxy, your moving in with me if you like it or not. End of discussion." Foxy was so mad. He couldn't boss her around like that. But, it was actually what she had wanted to hear. Foxy continued and got the third screw out. They could probably tear the grating off now but she worked on the fourth anyway. She saw something in the forest. "Dean, I will move in with you if we survive this night and I don't see..." she never finished the sentence and Dean never pressured her.

Christina and Mark waited cautiously outside the house. "Do you think he's in trouble?" Mark whispered to Christina but she didn't hear him. She looked into the doors of the house. A shadow passed by the front door. Christina gasped and looked over at Mark. He ran over to her. "I just saw something. I swear I just saw a shadow pass over that door," Christina declared and pointed her finger towards the door. "Go back to the car and get our flashlights," Mark said and looked at the house. "But..." "Just go! We forgot our flashlights! I need mine!" he whispered loudly and Christina started to run for the car. She saw another shadow in the forest as she jogged through it. It disappeared behind some shrubbery. Christina froze up. She thought she heard someone talking from the direction the shadow had gone. "Come here! Do you want to play? Come here baby!" the voice of a man was now clear and scary. Someone was calling out to her. She heard something rustle in the woods. Another sound came from behind her and she jumped. "What's wrong? You don't want to come out and play with me?" the terrifying voice mocked and sent shivers down Christina's spine. She should have never come here. She had only just past her field training test. She was going to die. That was the only thought that came through her mind. I'm 26 and I'm going to die. I'm 26 and I'm going to die scared, alone, and in the dark.

Charlie was still searching the room. He flashed the flashlight over all the medals and trophy's. Each one had a different persons name on it. The pictures were all of different people. Rarely there would be two or three pictures of the same person or people. Rings were scattered all over the dirty wooden dresser. Wedding rings, engagement rings, high school rings, fraternity and sorority rings, and even a middle school ring. The pieces of the puzzle had all fallen into place but he refused to accept them because if he did, his job would get a lot harder. But the thought of a scared little boy or girl in middle school living out his or her last hours in this house horrified him. He opened the door to the room and walked back out into the h all. He heard something move in the closet. He swung around and aimed his gun at the door. He crept towards it slowly and reached for the handle. The sudden noise startled him and almost gave him a heart attack. He looked behind him at the small little dog barking at him. He turned around and looked at the dog. The closet door behind him opened. Charlie didn't even have time to gasp before the blood spattered mallet came smashing down onto his spine. Charlie fell to the ground as the mallet broke the bones in his spine and knocked the breath out of him. He looked up in a dazed haze and saw the devil. He was face to face with the devil. The skin wearing freak that he had heard so much about was now staring down at him and reaching down to pick him up. The sound of the chainsaw was missing. In all the stories there was a chainsaw. In his story the only sound he heard was the thrumming of his own pounding ears. Thomas Brown Hewitt swung the police officer over his shoulder like he was a backpack and walked towards the stairs. When he reached the top he held the man over his head. The man would have screamed but he had no idea where he was. He was blacking out. Leatherface threw the man down the stairs and watched him tumble like a rag doll. His blood stained apron and tie swished in the wind he had created with his massive force. He lumbered down the stairs in frantic, pounding, spasmic steps and looked at his victim. He grabbed the officer by his shirt collar and threw the mans gun over onto a small table. He dragged the police officer to the huge rusted metal door that he had heard so much about. The door that everyone had called "the doorway to hell." Leatherface let go of the man and opened the door with his obese but well muscled arms. After one more spastic squeal, the monster kicked the mans body down the stairs and shambled in after him. Then the absolute most terrifying part of it all. Leatherface grabbed hold of the enormous door and shut it with a colossal crash of metal that shook the entire house.

"What the hell was that?" Mark asked himself out loud and looked ran back to the front of the house. He had gone around the back to search again. Someone was in that house. Mark pulled out his radio and turned into Charlie's frequency. There was nothing but static. "Shit!" Mark cursed and made his way towards the front of the house. He had to go save Charlie but he had to warn Christina and the kids. Mark looked at the house and then back to the forest. He decided that Christina could handle herself. He had to save Charlie. He hopped up the porch steps and threw the door open. He was about to burst inside with his gun blasting when he heard Christina scream. He turned around. She screamed again and Mark had already started running for the forest. There was too much going on. All he knew was that right now Christina was still alive and screaming. He would save her first.

Chapter 6

"House of Pain"

Back inside the barn the teens were all having anxiety attacks. Dinasjae, Monica, JJ, and Zaniqua had all started tp sweat profusely. The Creeper hadn't come and tried to attack them yet. It had been about fifteen minutes. What the hell was he doing? Erika had stopped moving or breathing only minutes earlier. She was dead. Zaniqua looked over at JJ who was wiping the sweat off of his forehead. Monica was in the corner crying. Mrs. Garner was almost crying too. Charisma got up and looked around. "What are you doing?" Zaniqua asked not really caring what the answer was. "Looking for another way out of here," she replied and then heard a hollow pound. She stomped her foot down to the ground and heard it again. The ground was hollow. She saw the stack of hay sitting mysteriously in the middle. She pushed the haystack over and wiped the hay straws to the side. When she had moved them all she saw two door knobs. It was some sort of hatch. Charisma opened it slowly. There was no light inside the hatch. By now everyone had gotten up and crowed around her. "What is that? What's down there?" everyone asked and peered into the darkness. "I'm not going down there," Destiny stated and walked away. Michael and JJ climbed down the small stepladder. "Where are you going?" Quana asked and pushed her way to the front. "We are gonna go down there and check it out," Michael said and Quana almost had a heart attack as he disappeared into the ground. "I'm coming too!" she yelled and climbed down the small stepladder. She couldn't see a thing. A HAND CLUTCHED ONTO HER SHOULDER! Quana screamed and punched the unseen thing. She hit it hard in the stomach and heard it groan in pain. A small light appeared over the things face and Quana realized it was JJ. "Oh! I'm sorry!" she yelled but JJ just walked away. Michael's cell phone light came closer to her face. "Hold my hand," he said thrusting out his palm and Quana took it gladly. She pulled out her cell phone and used it also to help brighten the place. JJ pulled out his and wished silently that the battery wouldn't go out while he was down there. It felt like they were in a cavern of some sort. It was. The narrow space opened into a large cave with tables and things all over. JJ looked around. It was a lot lighter in here but he still struggled to see. There were tons of large objects on the walls but JJ couldn't make out what they were. There were even some on the ceiling high above them.

Mrs. Garner had brought some of the items from the emergency box with her and remembered when someone said "I wish they had a flashlight." Mrs. Garner got out a flashlight and the flare gun. It still had two flares. She handed it to Dinasjae after she said "I'll go down there and give it to them." Nasjae carefully made her way down the ladder and turned on the flashlight. She walked for a minute before she came to the three teens. Michael, JJ, and Quana all smiled in glee and turned off their cell phones. "Thanks," Michael said and grabbed the flashlight from Dinasjae. When the young man started to light the place up he immediately realized that it was a big mistake. The objects on the wall were human bodies! Close to a hundred bodies were scattered on the walls all without clothes on a lots of them were missing body parts or stitched back up like something had been taken out of them. Quana screamed her heart out with Dinasjae by her side adding to the noise. JJ vomited all over the ground spattering chunks of brownish green shit all over his shoes. "Hello? Is everyone ok?" Mrs. Garner yelled down to them but no one answered. It was time they went back up. Quana pushed JJ aside and ran for the stepladder. When she got to it she saw that the door was closed. She crawled up the stepladder but with the lack of light she fell back down and rolled to the ground. "Fuck!" she shouted and crawled back up, using her hands to feel around. She grabbed the handle to open the door. It wouldn't open. "Hey! HEY! SOMEBODY OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" she screamed in fear and pounded on the door with as much force as she could summon up. "LET ME UP!" she cried but no one answered. Dinasjae had come running to the door also with JJ right behind her. "It's locked!" Shaquana yelled and pounded on it once more. "LET us IN!" she yelled, her voice breaking on the "in." Michael was the last to come up and they could finally see now. Michael gasped. "What?" Dinasjae asked and turned around. The Creeper hid in the corner right behind her!

Foxy and Dean were trying to rip the grating off now. The fourth screw was halfway out and Foxy had broken two other nails and decided they could just yank it off now. Dean bent around her and yanked it one time, two times, three times, and it was off! Dean tossed it aside and crawled into the front seat. Foxy stood in the back and moved the grating out of her way. Dean slid into the front seat and jerked the keys off of the dashboard. He heard Christina scream and froze. "What was that?" Foxy asked even though she knew what was happening. Dean looked at the keys. Which one started the car. He would just bust through the forest until he found the cops and then they would find Jessica and get the hell out. Dean heard a low rumbling in the forest. Mark screamed. Two gunshots were fired and then dead silence. Christina and Mark had stopped screaming. The rumbling got a little louder. It was a soft but deadly machine sound. Foxy looked around in the backseat. Dean looked back at her. Was something behind the car? "Dean I think I see something back there!" she pointed chaotically towards the dark forest behind her and Dean peered closer. He careened his neck to the side in an attempt to see better. The rumbling came from in front of the car. THE CHAINSAW ROARED TO LIFE AND CAME SCREAMING THROUGH THE WINDOW! Shards shattered everywhere as the window exploded from the pressure. Leatherface looked at them. He stopped the chainsaw for a minute and stared at them. He jerked his head backwards in surprise. He recognized them. The monster fucking recognized them. He was scared at first, scared that they might hurt him again. But a second after that he got mad, mad that they had hurt him. Leatherface started up the chainsaw again as the young black girl screamed in terror. Bloody fucking terror. Glass broke all around them barely grazing Dean's dark baggy blue jeans. Bright goldish-orange sparks flew everywhere as smoke clouds filled the sky. "What do we do!" Foxy screamed with all the nightmares coming back into her mind with a final blow. There was one final blow by Leatherface that if she survived again she would never forget. Dean and Foxy saw his face clearly this time when he stopped the chainsaw for a minute. The sick fuck was wearing Michael's face!

Dinasjae screamed out in pain as the Creeper chomped his fangs down onto her shoulder. "AHHH!" she cried out in excruciating pain as the demon behind her sucked blood from her shoulder. "No!" Quana screamed and threw her cell phone at the Creeper's head. He let go of Dinasjae and looked over at Quana. Her cell phone was gone and she didn't care at all. What use was it? Would she rather have her friend live or have her cell phone? The Creeper stalked towards her. "RUN!" JJ screamed at the top of his lungs and they all took off. The only beam of light came from Michael's flashlight and it kept bouncing up and down along the ground. The Creeper had no problem navigating through his own little home. Quana couldn't see a thing. She tried to follow the others but it was so hard to stay with them. Where the fuck are we going? she thought in confusion as she ran past wooden tables with strange engraving carved into them. "Oww!" Quana screamed as she rammed her stomach into the pointy edge of one of the tables. She fell to the ground and the Creeper ran right past her. She got up in a daze and heard more startled screaming. She had been separated. She was alone. She was alone, she couldn't see, and she didn't even know if that thing was still down there. Her body shook in fear and revulsion as she looked around. "Hello?" she called out softly into the darkness.

The features of Michael Biel's face were distorted. Michael's face had been a little more narrow than the killer's so, the face had been softened then stretched to fit. Some patches of hair were ripped off, a girls mouth was stitched onto the bottom of the neck, and Michael's great smile was replaced by a monsters leer. But there was no mistaking it, it was Michael. Dean's brother, Foxy's friend, their best friends fiancé, their best friends baby daddy. He was dead. They had all known he was dead. They had watched. But this, this somehow almost hurt more than his death. Foxy and Dean wanted to butcher the motherfucker but they were trapped...again. The chainsaws low rumble made it's way around the car. Dean and Foxy watched Leatherface circle around the car. Dean could easily just bolt out the front door but he would be leaving Foxy. He threw Foxy the keys and she unlocked the doors in the back. They had to get out sooner or later. Leatherface rammed the chainsaw into the second door Foxy was unlocking. "NO!" she yelled as the chainsaw came inches from her stomach. Sparks flew everywhere causing mass confusion. Foxy backed away but the chainsaw came crashing through the rear windshield. "AHH!" she screamed as the chainsaw cut into her black hoody. She dove forward and hid on the ground. She checked her body for cuts and realized that the chainsaw had just clipped the hoody. Foxy loved her hoody. It had literally saved her life. She was so glad Dean had told her to put it on. Dean screamed Foxy's name thinking that she had been cut into, but the overwhelming sound of the chainsaw wouldn't allow his voice to be heard. Leatherface ran back to the front. The saw invaded the car as it was thrown into the drivers side window. The saw smoked and sparked right in front of Dean's face. Dean backed as far against his seat as he could. The chainsaw was right in front of his face and making it's way down towards his legs. Dean felt around his seat and found what he was looking for. He pulled the lever on the left side of the seat and his seat flew backwards toppling onto Foxy. Dean rolled off of the seat as the chainsaw sliced through it. Dean pushed the broken seat back into the front and waited for the next attack. Dean and Foxy tightly embraced each other and looked at one another. Leatherface finally decided to stop fucking with them. He opened the back door that they were farthest away from and reached in. He grabbed Foxy's leg. "NO! NO GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF OF ME!" she screamed and kicked at the freak as Dean opened the other door. Dean fell onto the hard pavement and clutched his head. It hurt like hell. The gravel he had fallen on sliced his skin as he stood up. Foxy kicked the ogre in the face and Dean pulled her out of the car. Leatherface picked up his chainsaw and pursued as they ran into the dark forest. The forest that led to his house.

"Hello? Is anybody there?" Shaquana called out once more and pushed her long black hair away from her face. She crossed her arms and rubbed her hands against them. She was cold. It wasn't even cold down there. It was fear that made her cold. "Michael? Michael please come help me," she begged in a whisper and continued to make her way towards the way that the rest had gone. She had left the main center and was back in a small narrow passage again. She felt against the wall and was scared when it stopped. She tripped over a wooden object and fell to the ground. She had tripped over a ladder. Quana grabbed the ladder and climbed up. It was higher than the first somehow but she made it to the top. She felt around the door at the top and finally came across a handle. She pushed the door open and crawled out into a forest. She grabbed at grass and twigs as she pulled herself out of the cavern. When she got up she inhaled a mouthful of fresh air and then slammed the door shut. Where was everyone? She was all alone in the middle of a forest. The door had been hidden by some bushes. She shoved her body through the bushes and saw footprints. She followed them. This was they way the others had gone. The trail got harder and harder to see as she followed it but the footprints were still somewhat visible. They ended once she reached the end of the forest and came into a clearing. She looked ahead of her. A huge farmhouse with many windows stood across the field. The lights were on. Someone lived there! Michael, JJ, and Dinasjae had probably gone in and were getting help. Quana pushed her body forward and sprinted towards the eerie two story house.

Foxy and Dean drove each other on as they stumbled through the familiar forest path. Leatherface was coming in close behind them. The smoking engine of the chainsaw was getting closer and closer. Foxy was suddenly used to running for her life again. It was like riding a bike, she never forgot it. Dean pushed her forward and ducked under a branch that he was too tall to walk past. The height difference of Foxy and Dean was helpful and unfortunate. Dean was now 6'1 and Foxy was still 5'7 ½ . Both heights had their advantages and disadvantages but in the forest smaller was better. Bad news for Dean and Leatherface. Leatherface chopped through every obstacle in his way. Even things he could just duck under he destroyed in his rage. As long as they were headed towards his house there was no need to hurry. Foxy stopped and Dean knocked into her. The two of them fell to the ground and got tangled up in some weeds. "Fuck!" Dean yelled and tried to untangle himself. Foxy untangled herself and tried to help Dean. Leatherface was right behind him. "GO!" Dean screamed and Foxy took off with one last glance behind her at Dean. Leatherface stood right behind Dean and notched the chainsaw up even more. He beared the chainsaw down upon Dean but the terrified youth had rolled to the side. He threw the weeds to the ground and ran after Foxy. Leatherface grabbed the tree next to him and yanked a branch with all his might. The reverberation sent another branch flying at Dean's face. It his him square in the cheek and broke onto his jaw. He fell down from the impact and a net came flying around on top of him. It wrapped him up and got all tangled up. Dean was trapped again. Leatherface walked up to the rope net and tied up the ends. He grabbed the ends of the net and dragged the boy through the forest. Dirt and branches crashed all Dean as he was pull along the forest ground.

Foxy ran until she got to the clearing. She saw the house and started to hyperventilate. It was the only place she could go but it was the last place she wanted to go. Another girl was running along the clearing but she was running towards the house. Foxy looked at the girl. They resembled one another just by the figure and hair. The girl looked behind her and saw Foxy. She stopped and stared at her like she wasn't sure if she knew her or not. "DESTINY?" she shouted towards Foxy. "NO!" Foxy screamed back and the girl looked confused. Foxy heard the sound of the chainsaw and saw Leatherface stumbling down the clearing with Dean in a net. "Shit!" she screamed and ran towards the teenage girl and the house. The other girl saw Leatherface and gasped. She turned around and ran for the house. This girl obviously hadn't seen Leatherface before. What was going on?

Quana watched as the girl she had never seen before came bolting at her. She saw the man with the chainsaw. She screamed in fear. First that flying creature, now this demented face wearing chainsaw maniac! What next? Quana saw the maniac dragging the person in the net and turned around again. She hopped up the porch steps and ran inside the house. "WAIT!" she heard the other girl scream and turned around. The man with the chainsaw was dragging the boy towards the house. "Michael! JJ! Dinasjae!" Quana screamed into the house and heard footsteps. Someone was coming. "GET OUT OF THAT HOUSE!" she heard the girl scream and got confused. Why did she want her to leave? So she could hide there? Was there something she didn't know about this house? "Quana!" Dinasjae yelled in excitement and relief. Quana turned around and saw her three friends running towards her. The girl got closer to the house. "IS ANYONE IN THERE!" she yelled at the top of her lungs and JJ yelled back, "NO." Michael, Dinasjae, and JJ saw Leatherface for the first time. "What is that? WHAT IS THAT THING?" Nasjae screamed and pointed at the monster. "CLOSE THE DOOR!" she screamed and started to push it shut. "WAIT!" Foxy screamed and finally got to the porch steps. She crawled up the stairs on all fours and collapsed onto the ground once she got inside. "Now! Hurry!" Dinasjae and Jacob screamed. Michael slammed it shut and Quana locked it. "That wont hold against him!" Foxy said and pushed herself back up. "Who is that?" Michael asked as the chainsaw got louder. "The devil. That's what that fucker is!" Foxy said and ran around the house. "Are you sure that no one is in here?" she asked JJ intently. "Yeah, we searched the place looking for help. There was some weird thing that got wedged in our tire on the bus and our phones won't work. We got attacked by this... this, bat thing and we're trying to find help. It's the size of a human but it has wings as big as this room and it fucking eats people!" JJ screamed and Foxy looked at him weirdly. She somehow believed him. "You think we're crazy don't you?" Michael asked and Foxy shook her head. "No, I don't think your crazy but we can worry about that later. We need to get out of here!" Foxy said and looked at the frightened teens. She probably looked even more scared than them. "Why? Why can't we just hide in here?" Nasjae asked and Foxy looked at her like she was stupid. "This is that things fucking house! He fucking kills people in here! You see that large door! You don't want to see what's inside it!" Foxy screamed and pointed at the door. Leatherface pounded up the stairs and stood at the door. He stopped the chainsaw. "All of you need to hide somewhere and then leave this house. Leave and run for the road. Once you get to the road just keep running and don't stop." Those were Foxy's last words and then she turned and ran for the door. Once she got to it she stopped and took a deep breath. "I'm coming Jessica," she whispered and pulled the door open. She walked inside and slammed it shut. The door knob rattled and then the sound of a key being entered shocked the teens. "She was right," JJ said and ran upstairs. Michael, JJ, Dinasjae, and Shaquana all followed. They had to stick together. That was the only way the would all make it out alive.

Chapter 7

Leatherface's Lair:

Foxy was enclosed in the dark green glow of the furnace. She almost cried. She didn't want to be here. What if Jessica's not even down here? What if I see another depraved human suffering? What if I see someone without a face? What if I see Michael's dead body? What if Jessica's dead? Foxy slowly made her descent into the depths of hell. She got to the step where she had to turn and look down and get a full view of the furnace. Foxy steadied her breathing and turned the corner. The place had looked just like the first time she was down there. She had never told anyone what she had seen or done down here. ANYONE. Not Jessica, not Dean, not her mom, not a single person. Except herself. She relived that day every night in her dreams. The memory that haunted her life forever. That memory came into her mind now.

Foxy fell down the stairs and looked up at Leatherface. He closed the massive door and stared down at her. Her first look at the monster. He was wearing a man's decaying face. He stalked down the stairs towards her. Her head was bleeding from hitting the stairs and she was submerged in ankle deep murky shit water. She crab crawled away from the death giant and knocked into something. It was a dead body. She screamed and wailed as a rotted finger fell onto her hand. She flung it off and backed away from the body. She bumped into Leatherface's legs. She looked up at the grunting monster. He twisted his fingers around her hair and dragged her across the furnace. She cried out in pain and fear but he simply ignored her. She tried to fight him but he wouldn't loosen his grip on her. "No! Please! Let go of me! Please!" she begged the thing not even knowing if it understood what she was saying. He probably understood some of it. Most people that came down here probably screamed it. He let go of her and she tried to walk off but he kicked her in the back. She fell to the ground and he rested his foot on her back. If she tried to get up he would just push her back down. She was drowning in the water. Her face kept being pushed towards it. She closed her eyes each time her face was submerged and prayed to god. She struggled and pushed her head up to the surface. She spit out some of the water. Leatherface lifted his foot and picked her up again. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards something. It was a piano. He dragged her towards it. Something hung from a chain attached to a pipe in the ceiling. He lifted Foxy up towards the object. Dark water pelted onto her face from somewhere in the ceiling. She saw the object more clearly. It was a meat hook. Foxy screamed as she was pushed towards it. He turned her around with her back towards the hook. He was about to impale her with a meat hook. He was about to hang her like a slab of lifeless meat. She screamed and slapped him in the face repeatedly. She hit him once and tore off a piece of his mask. She grabbed the hole she had created and yanked the mask off of his face. She saw his deformed face and screamed. He dropped her and reached for his mask that had fallen somewhere on the watery ground. Foxy hit the piano keys causing all the keys to be pushed down at once. A large ringing surrounded the furnace and destroyed Foxy's cry of pain. She hit her neck on the side of the piano and rolled of f into the water. She looked back at the demon. He searched around in a frenzy for his mask. Foxy screamed hoping that someone would hear her and come help her. Jessica had to be able to hear her. She was right upstairs. "JESSICA! JESSICA PLEASE HELP ME!" Foxy screamed and looked at the man once more. His face had been eating away by skin cancer. That was why he wore masks. He was hiding his ruined face from the world. His face had chips all over it and had turned an awkward color. A sort of normal color mixed with yellow and green. His nose was awful. Most of it was gone explaining why his breathing was so haggard and awkward. His lips were a little twisted and his eyes still held the same malice. Foxy stood up and ran. She had no idea where to go. Everywhere she went she saw more and more madness. Dead people were the least of problems. People's body parts hung everywhere like decorations. Chairs made out of bones and a sewing machine with a recently cut off face lay on one of many cluttered tables. She stumbled over a jar on the ground but quickly caught herself on a wooden object. She saw that it was a large mallet with brain matter spattered all over it. She screamed in disgust and looked at the object she had tripped over. It was a jar filled with some water and had four eyeballs inside. She gagged in revulsion and backed up. Leatherface had thrown his mask back onto his face and was coming at her. He would stitch it back on later because it kept drooping and falling down blocking his vision. Foxy stumbled around looking for a way out. Or a weapon. She picked up the mallet. Leatherface came at her. She raised the mallet, being careful not to touch the blood near the top of the handle. "Stay back!" she screamed and thrust it down. It missed him by a foot or two and he stopped. She swung it at him once more. He caught the edge with his hand and yanked the mallet out of Foxy's hands. She grabbed the jar of eyeballs. "Fucker!" she screamed and hurled the jug at Leatherface. It broke on his stomach and eyeballs flew everywhere. Leatherface squished one under his boot and it oozed and then popped. Foxy turned her face away at the revolting sight. "Stop! Please stop!" she screamed and shielded her face with her hands. Leatherface walked up to her and slammed her body into a wall. He squealed in delight and rubbed his hands against her soft face. His dirt caked fingernails cutting her cheeks. He stuck his tongue out and licked the side of her face. The blood from the cut oozed out of the wound and into his mouth. He pushed her head onto the nearby table and lifted a knife off of the table. Her face was so pretty. He wanted it. He put the knife against the side of her ear and slid it into position. "STOP! PLEASE STOP!" she screamed and struggled to escape his grasp. "Tommy! It's Ed! I caught one of them out in the forest. I need you to take him somewhere! He's a feisty one! He's pretty strong too. He put up one hell of a fight! Come up here and take him to the slaughterhouse, they have a good way to get rid of him. That way he won't struggle! Hurry up and get up!" the voice yelled and Leatherface let go of Foxy. She silently sighed in relief as she dropped into the murky water. Leatherface took one last look at her and walked towards the stairs. He looked up and the ascended the staircase. Foxy stood up once the door closed and she knew that she was alone. It was time to escape.

Foxy walked down each stair. She place her foot slowly into the cold water and then place the other one in. Her feet were now soaking wet. She sloshed around looking for Jessica. She didn't dare call out her name. Leatherface was already in the house. She had to hurry up and find Jessica. He was probably already making his way down here to stash Dean. At least she knew that because he would bring Dean down here she could save him. She walked around and saw the extinction of humans. The massacre. Everyone down here had been slaughtered and picked off in a deadly game. This place was sick. It was sick, it was crazy, it was demented, it was an unholy butcher shop. Foxy hadn't had any food the whole day which helped her to keep from throwing up. She knew that sooner or later it wouldn't matter. She was most likely going to vomit at the sight of something. The first time she came here she did. It was delayed reaction but she still vomited. She remembered as she looked at the remains of the red headed woman. The familiar red headed woman. The one she had met, the one she had... it was too painful for her to think about. No matter what she wanted it to do it all came rushing back to her. The memories, seeing what was left of the woman triggered the rest.

Leatherface had gone and she was looking for a way out. She saw more and more corruption and degeneracy as she went on. She had pretty much seen the worst. She had seen the worst until she saw her. She saw the beautiful red headed woman. She was about 25 or so years old and had makeup smeared all across her face. Her baby soft face was padded with sweat, tears, blood, and dirt. The woman looked up at Foxy with pleading eyes. She didn't even say a word to Foxy. That was when Foxy saw why. Her jaw was bent in an unearthly position and blood was dripping down out of her mouth and was dried all over her chin. She moaned and Foxy walked over towards her. She covered her mouth with fingers over her nose and closed her eyes. The woman had chains attached to her! ATTACHED TO HER BODY! Two round chains were stuck in and out of both of her arms and one was attached inside of her mouth. It was painful to look at. Emotionally and physically. The chains were all attached to separate handles. The handles had blood smeared on them. Someone with blood on his hands had grabbed them. Grabbed them and pulled them. Every single time he pulled them it yanked her arms and mouth hardly. That's why her jaw was broken and she was bleeding everywhere. That was why the two chains in her arms were almost out. They had been ripped out. Foxy gagged and tried not to throw up. She covered her mouth and looked up but inhaled and the smell made her gag more. She vomited into the shitty water, adding to the ugly patterns of vomit that were already swirling around. The door opened once more. Foxy had to find somewhere to hide. Sounds of footsteps filled the area. The door didn't close. Someone came down but didn't close the door. The footsteps sounded different than Leatherface's. They were quicker and softer, like a normal person. The man that came down the stairs wasn't normal. He was evil. Pure evil. Just like Leatherface. "Hey baby! I'm home!" the man chuckled maliciously and the beautiful woman on the chains groaned. Her eyes grew twice as large and she struggled slightly against her chains. Foxy saw the man but he luckily didn't see her. Foxy took a look around. There was a small space under a desk where Leatherface kept his sewing machine. Foxy forced her body towards it and moved the chair over. She crouched under the desk and kneeled down in the cold water. She pulled the chair back into it's place to hide her body. It was so dark that he probably wouldn't be able to see her. "Still hanging around huh?" Ed asked and looked at her. She had never seen the man before. He looked like most of the guys that had whistled at her out of the windows of trucks or something like that. He grabbed her mouth and examined it like a doctor. "Damn! Tommy's really been fucking you up hasn't he? He's been pulling pretty hard!" he said slapped the girl across the face. The slap echoed through the basement and Foxy cringed. The girl finally forced a wail out of her mouth. It was no longer just groaning. Now she was wailing and screaming. She had spit the blood out of her mouth and was trying to talk. "What was that? Huh? You want to say something? Girls like you are always the same. Useless. The only thing you do is talk! Well we're going to put a stop to that!" he said and grabbed the handle of the chain attached to her mouth. "No!" Foxy whispered pleadingly and her eyes started to water. "One, two..." he yanked the chain hard and the snapping and breaking of bones rung through the house. The girl screamed in pain. Frank walked to her side and pulled the chain with him. Now, I'm going to set your jaw back into place. Ok? Ok?" he said as he jerked the girls mouth around. "Ok?" he asked and he pushed her lips together as if making her say "ok." He walked over to the opposite side of her and yanked it once more. "AHH!" she cried out as her jaw was yanked from the right to the left. It was back in its original position but it hung loosely down. "Now that I did you a favor I need you to do me a favor. Since your mouth is only useful for only one thing I'm going to let you keep it... if you do that one thing," he said with cruelty lacing his words and walked up to the crying woman once more. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and bit her lip. He pulled his tongue back out and grabbed her breasts. He felt her up and moved away from his touch as much as possible. Foxy couldn't keep watching. She just couldn't. But she had to. Ed unzipped his pants. Something came out of the crotch pocket of the jeans that made the girl look away and wail. Foxy knew what it was. "No! Please don't let this happen to her!" she begged god hoping that he was real. This was the time for him to show up. He pushed the girls head down. Foxy crawled out of her spot. She couldn't watch this. She grabbed a strange looking piece of metal off the table and tip toed behind the man. He pushed the girls mouth down and smiled. Foxy smashed the object into his head! He fell to the ground and stopped moving. She had knocked him out. She looked down at him. His dick was hanging out of his jeans. Foxy had to get the girl off and escape fast but she decided to get a little revenge. She kicked the mans penis hard and applied pressure onto it. She forced her foot down on the ugly looking thing and smiled. What was this place doing to her? She was taking pleasure in hurting someone. She stopped. No, she was still a great human being. She was making the world a little bit better for everyone. Especially the girl on the chains. She kicked Ed in the stomach once and then looked at the girl. "I'm going to get you out of here. I promise," Foxy swore and the girl muttered something. "What? I didn't hear you. What did you say?" Foxy asked and looked the girl in the eye. She said it once more. "What? I can't hear you," Foxy pushed her ears towards the girls mouth. The girl whispered two life altering words into Foxy's ears. "Kill me."

"I...I... I can't." Foxy's voice was breaking and quivering. The girl looked at her. "Please. Please kill me," she begged and Foxy started to cry. "I can't!" she cried but the woman just bored deep down into Foxy's eyes. "Please, do it." Foxy turned around. Plenty of objects laid scattered around that would serve the purpose but Foxy couldn't bring herself to kill the woman. She looked once more at the attractive young woman and walked back over to the table with the sewing machine. She grabbed a sharp pointed knife off of the table. It had been sharpened recently. It was the knife that had almost been used to slice her face off. She turned around the the knife clutched solidly in her hand. Her hands started to tremble uncontrollably as she stood in front of the girl. She wept and seized the knife with as much strength as she could find inside of her. She held the knife up above her head and then arched it back behind her ribs. The girl got ready for what was about to come. She started to hyperventilate, so did Foxy. Foxy aimed the knife for the girls heart and thrust if forward with all her might. The knife cut deep inside of the girl causing her to gasp in pain. It pierced her heart and severed some of her major arteries. Blood spurted out in dark red geysers. Foxy jumped away as a splash of blood fell into her hands and onto her legs. Her short denim skirt was covered in a dark stain. The girl stopped breathing. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her head fell down towards the ground. "Ahh! No! Aghhh!" Foxy wept and watched as blood poured out of the dead woman. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" she cried out and reached her hand out towards the girl. "I'm sorry." She said goodbye to the girl and ran in the direction of the stairs. She reached the staircase and took one last look at the lady she had killed. She had ended her misery. "I'm so sorry," she said and with one last glance she ran up the stairs and out of the house.

Foxy started to cry. She remembered that day and every little detail of it. No one had heard about what happened and no one ever would. She couldn't tell anyone a story like that. She continued to look around. Luckily for her sanity there was no one down there who was alive and or suffering. But where was Jessica? She heard something moving. She walked around the corner and pushed a meat hook out of her face. A small bed was now lying in the furnace. A crib was place near it also. Someone was lying down on the bed. It was a woman. A pregnant woman. "Jessica!" she yelled in excitement. She ran towards the woman on the bed. The dirty mattress was filthy. The woman on it was asleep but she was constantly tossing and turning. "Jessica? Jessica you need to wake up!" Foxy said and tapped Jessica's face lightly. Jessica opened her eyes and gasped. She almost screamed but Foxy covered her mouth before the sound could escape. Jessica started to cry and Foxy did too. Foxy stopped after a minute. She let go of Jessica's mouth. "Oh my god! Foxy! Oh my god! Please help me! He got me! He found me! Please get me off of this thing!" Jessica begged and struggled against the ropes that were cutting into her wrists. "It's ok now. Your going to be fine. I swear on my life that I'll get you out of here. I swear!" Foxy said and tore into the ropes. "What about my baby? Is my baby ok?" Jessica asked and strained to look at the crib. Foxy got up and looked inside of it. Her baby was lying down in the old crib and sleeping peacefully. The baby was beautiful. A slobbered on dog toy lay in the baby's arms. Foxy grabbed it and chucked it across the room. Fuckers! Foxy thought. "Your baby is fine. It's so beautiful! I didn't see it long enough, is it a boy or a girl?" she asked making small talk while she leaned over Jessica and worked on getting the ropes off. "It's a boy. He's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen," Jessica said and smiled . Foxy got off the first set of ropes. "Of course he is. His parents are the best looking people I've ever met," Foxy smiled and almost cried again as the second set of ropes wouldn't come off. She ripped and tore at the second set as hard as possible. "His name is Michael," Jessica said proudly and Foxy almost had a stroke. She froze and fought the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Had Jessica seen Leatherface's new mask? If she did what would happen? Foxy wasn't going to let that happen. She couldn't let Jessica see the love of her life'sface stitched onto that monster as a mask. "What are you doing here?" Jessica asked and Foxy looked at her. "Coming to get you." Jessica smiled. Jessica was drugged. She was way too calm. They had definitely drugged her.She was halfway aware of things and halfway unaware. Certain things triggered her back to reality. Foxy got the second set of ropes off. "Come on," Foxy said and helped get Jessica off of the mattress. She supported Jessica as they walked over to get her baby. "Hey handsome," Jessica cooed and scooped the baby up in her arms. The door crashed open, interrupting the moment. This was the sound that triggered Jessica back to her senses. It completely got her out of her drugged state. Her face turned chalk white and she looked over at her best friend who had the same look on her face. "Does he know your down here?" Jessica asked and Foxy shook her head from left to right. "Good, take my baby and hide." Jessica heard something falling down the stairs and then the door clanged shut. Leatherface didn't walk inside. Jessica grabbed her baby back from Foxy and walked towards the bottom of the staircase. "Wait here, I'll be back," Foxy said and made Jessica stay next to the bed.

Dean was fighting the net. He ripped and screamed and tore at it. Foxy ran up to him. "Dean! Quit struggling. I'll get you out of this thing. I found Jessica! She's fine and so is her baby!" Foxy cheered Dean up as she unloosened the net and dragged Dean out. Jessica walked up to Dean. "Jessica!" he cheered and wrapped his arm around her in a bear hug."Your baby is so beautiful what's his name?" Dean asked and kissed the baby's forehead. "Michael," Jessica said again and Dean looked at Foxy. Foxy shrugged and Jessica looked confused. "What's going on?" Jessica asked. "Nothing," Dean lied quickly and then looked around. "Are there any ways out of here besides the door?" Dean asked looking at Foxy and Jessica. "Yeah, it's this way come on," Foxy said and walked past all the madness until they came to an opening guarded by some wooden crates. Foxy and Dean pushed them out of they way and let Jessica pass them. They all walked side by side in the cramped quarters. The dimly lit narrow passage opened up at the end and a small ladder let up to a hatch. Foxy climbed up it and pushed open the hatch. She crawled out first and then they both pushed and pulled Jessica out. Dean was last. He climbed out and shut the doors quietly. They looked around at the exterior of the Hewitt house. "I can't believe that we're all here," Dean said and shook his head in frustration. "He attacked me in your parents house Dean. I hid in the storm shelter but a minute later my water broke. I had my baby in the tornado shed. Then my baby started to cry and he found me. He had the chainsaw above his head and I knew I was going to die. But he just knocked me out and when I woke up I was back here." Dean looked at her sadly. "I"m sorry I wasn't there," he said but Jessica wasn't paying attention anymore. "We need to leave. I don't want this to be a re-run of what happened last time. Let's just get back in your car and leave," Jessica said and Dean rubbed his head. "Jessica our car is destroyed. We came here in a police car with three other officers..." Jessica knew the ending to the story before her friend was even done telling it. "If only one of the cars is gone how about we use the others?" Jessica said and Dean shook his head. "Jessica how are we going to start it? We don't have the keys," he said and Jessica sighed. "Foxy knows how to hot wire a car!" Jessica argued and Foxy looked at her. "Just because I'm black and my dad is a drug dealer doesn't mean I know how to hot wire a car!" Foxy protested but Jessica was finally herself again and she was going to get out of here. "Foxy I'm not bringing you down! This is a good thing! I know you know how to hot wire a car! You did it for me when I lost my keys! Now, can we please leave this place before something happens?" Jessica asked loudly and the other two nodded their heads. "Good, thank you." They all crept away from the house trying not to be in the line of sight of the windows. They had to walk directly in front of the house to get back to the path. They walked quickly and made it to the entrance. "After you," Dean smiled, letting Foxy and Jessica walk ahead of him

They walked through the path in the forest until Jessica stopped. She saw the tree and the old log lying exactly in the same place. She became dizzy. She stumbled and almost fell to the ground. "Jessica what's wrong?" Dean asked and caught her. Foxy held Jessica's baby while Jessica sunk to the ground. "I just need to take a break," Jessica lied knowing that she wasn't fooling anyone. This was the place. The exact place where she had told Michael that she was pregnant. She looked over at the log she had sat on. Her eyes were suddenly drowned with tears.

"Michael I need to talk to you" Jessica said and pulled on his arm. "What is it?" Michael asked happy to have a conversation with someone. "I'm pregnant" Jessica said and waited anxiously for Michael's reply. "What? That's great! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "I didn't want you to stay with me just because I'm pregnant" She said and looked down at the ground. Michael lifted up her chin and kissed her. "We are going to make a wonderful couple and wonderful parents" Michael said and smiled. Jessica smiled brightly and kissed him again. "I really don't want to get fat."

"I really don't want to get fat," Jessica repeated and looked down at herself. Here she was the day after she had her baby. Back in the same place she had told her soul mate that she was going to have the smiling baby that rested in Foxy's arms. Michael was gone. He was gone forever. "Come on," Dean said and lifted Jessica to her feet. "I really don't want to get fat," she repeated again as Dean pulled her along the forest. They broke through the clearing where the cars were parked. The cars were gone! "No! NO! They were right there! They were right there!" Foxy screamed and rubbed her hands against her head. "FUCK!" Dean screamed and balled his hands into fists. "What do we do?" Foxy asked and looked around. "Let's do what we did last time just head for the road..." Jessica sighed at Dean's comment. "I'm too tired, you guys are going to have to help keep me going," she said and rubbed her face. "Wait! What about those kids? They came here on a bus right? If we can get on that bus we could get out of here," Foxy said and smiled like she had just come up with the greatest plan on earth. "Yeah, but the tire popped remember? That's why they're here," Dean said and Foxy turned around. This was going to be a bad night. "And are we just going to leave them?" Jessica asked even though she had never seen the teens. She was feeling guilty. "We don't have a choice, if they were with us right now I would help them. The fact is that they aren't with us right now and I am not going back to that house," Dean stated and looked at the two girls. "Dean wasn't your dad a mechanic?" Foxy asked and looked up again. "Yeah, so?" Dean asked without enthusiasm. "Didn't he teach you and Michael how to fix cars? I was there the day when we dropped a cake off at the shop. He asked Michael something about the engine of old 1968 Chevy and your brother spat out the answer like he was saying what his name was." Dean looked at Foxy and gestured for her to go one even though he knew what she was getting at. "So, if your brother was an expert wouldn't you have some knowledge of cars too? I mean, Michael was about to go to a big college, and your dad didn't have any special plans for you. You were the one who was going to own your own shop. You were the one he taught more about cars. Couldn't you put a spare tire on a car?" she asked and rubbed her arms roughly with her hands. It was cold outside. An unnatural cold. The kind of October cold that rustled around you and made you feel like something was wrong. This was a feeling Foxy had a lot lately. "I could do that but a car and a bus are two completely different things! Foxy, it's a lot harder on a bus to change a tire," Dean argued but Foxy stuck her hand in his face. "Dean, would you at least fucking try! Just try to save your own fucking life! Please?" Foxy screamed in Dean's face. He stared at her. "Get your fingers out of my face," he warned her and she slapped her hands down against her thighs. "Dean! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! Why can't you just be helpful for one god damn minute! You are so melodramatic since Michael died. I know he was your brother but jesus christ get over it! We all loved him but just because he died doesn't mean you can give up! Look at Jessica, are you going to let her die just because you feel bad for yourself! I know you can do it! Your dad taught you so much! Just fucking help yourself and us!" Foxy rampaged and her hands flew around wildly. Dean stared at her deeply with his turquoise blue eyes. Those eyes always made Foxy give in but this time she had no intention of giving in. Dean looked at her once more and Foxy stomped her foot on the ground to keep herself from crying. "You have no idea what it was like. What it was like to see your brother, the brother who taught you everything you needed to know. The brother that when everyone said you cut yourself told them to grow up. The brother that you loved, the brother that your mother and father had always loved more than you because he was that damn great of a guy... nailed to a wall. Nailed to a wall just like my mother who had been found nailed to a cross. Nailed to a wall and struggling for air. Struggling like a fish on a hook to get off. And then to have to watch a chainsaw come out of his stomach! Out of his stomach! And watch his limp body look at his girlfriend and ask her to marry him. You have no idea. He was your friend. Wow, that's great. He was my brother. MY Brother." Dean wasn't crying. He was through crying. He had to get up and do something about his situation. "Come on," he ordered and walked towards the direction of the road. "Let's go find your fucking bus."

Dinasjae looked at her shoulder. She wasn't bleeding as much anymore but the blood had dried up and crusted on her shoulder. It disgusted her to look at it. The dark room was hot and smelly. JJ tapped Dinasjae on the shoulder. She gasped in pain and JJ threw his hands in the air. "Sorry!" he apologized as her wound started to bleed some more. Dinasjae looked around. She was trying to be quiet but she was so scared. She couldn't be silent. Her breathing was so loud. She tried not to breathe but that wasn't an option. "How long do we stay here?" Michael asked and looked over at Quana. "I don't know. Do you think that man is going to leave the house?" Quana asked and looked at JJ. "How the fuck should I know! All I do know is that I am not letting that thing find me!" JJ and they all nodded. "What the hell is going on around here? First that flying thing and now this son of a bitch! What's going on?" Dinasjae asked and gasped as she heard footsteps. Someone was coming up the stairs. "What do we do?" Quana panted and Michael shrugged. "Just keep quiet! Maybe he'll pass right by us. If he does than we can sneak out. If not, we could probably beat him in a fight..." "Hell naw!" Quana almost yelled but then whispered it. Michael sighed and walked over to her. "Listen to me, the four of us could take him. All we have to do is knock him out and run." Quana shook her head but it was too late. The door knob was turned.

Leatherface stood outside the door and turned the knob. The door wouldn't open. They were in the room. Leatherface smiled. They were cornered. Leatherface pounded on the door. He rammed his body into the door. He heard the startled screams and smiled in joy. He walked down the stairs to get his chainsaw. This would be fun.

Dinasjae was the first to hear it. "What's that? What the fuck is that?" she asked and walked closer to the door. "It's a chainsaw," JJ said confused and looked around. "No! Shit! He's going to tear down the door!" Quana screamed and looked at Michael. She ran to the window on the side of the room. She pushed the window open and kicked the screen off as Leatherface walked up the stairs. She looked down. It was a big drop. Michael, JJ, and Nasjae had all ran over by then. "Quana, I'm going to lower you out ok?" Michael said and she spun around. "What?" she asked and stared at him. "Just hold on to my hands ok?" he said and grabbed her arms. "JJ hold onto my legs," Michael ordered as Quana slid out the window. JJ grabbed his friends legs as he inched his body out of the window. Quana almost screamed as she started to fall. It wasn't until Michael's hands formed a death grip around her wrists that she felt calm. His torso was out and he was stretching his arms as far as possible to lower her down. After a second Quana just let go and landed like a cat that had pounced off a table. The impact hurt her hands and feet but the pain didn't last long. Michael dropped to the ground before Quana could even stand up. JJ looked down at them. "Dinasjae!" Michael yelled and her face popped out of the window. "Yeah?" she yelled back down to Michael. "Jump out of the window and we'll catch you!" he yelled up and she shook her head. "I can't!" she yelled full of fear. THE CHAINSAW SPLINTERED PIECES OF THE WOODEN DOOR EVERYWHERE! Dinasjae screamed in terror as she saw her first full glance of Leatherface. He was hideous. Like he was shit, straight from the devils ass. Dinasjae watched in fear as the door was torn to shreds. JJ leapt out the window. Michael was caught off guard but luckily caught his friend. Michael fell to his knees and JJ tumbled out of his arms. "Thanks for the warning man!" Michael yelled and punched JJ in the arm roughly. They looked back up at Dinasjae. "JUMP!" Quana screamed and watched Nasjae take one last look behind her. She shrieked once more and then hopped out the window.

Mrs. Garner paced around the barn. Destiny, Charisma, Summer, Monica, Travis, and Zaniqua were all in hysterics. "Did you see that things face?" Destiny screamed and Summer shuddered. "It smiled at me," Monica said repeating the same thing she had said about ten times. "He smiled at all of us! What was that thing?" Charisma yelled and Mrs. Garner still paced around the room. "Do you think the rest of them are ok?" Zaniqua asked wiped a tear off of her cheek. No one answered. "Fuck!" Travis stood up and walked around. "What the fuck are we supposed to do?" he asked and the room went silent again. "We can't just stand here forever," Monica sighed and looked at Mrs. Garner. "I think we should leave and try to find the others." No one liked Monica's idea. "Mrs. Garner, you know they need our help. We can just walk down the road until someone picks us up or until we get a signal. We have to leave this place. We have to get the police! If we don't do anything we are all going to die!" Monica screamed but everyone just shook their heads. "Fine!" she flew to the door of the barn and opened it. She bursted out the doors and didn't even bother to close it. "I'm going with her," Travis said and walked off. "Me too," Charisma said and walked up behind Travis. Mrs. Garner looked at Zaniqua, Destiny, and Summer. Zaniqua looked down at the ground. "I'm going too," she said and walked out of the barn. Mrs. Garner looked at the two girls. "I"m gonna go look for Dinasjae and the rest of them, if I'm not back in twenty minutes you should do what they're doing and make for the road," Mrs. Garner said and crept carefully out of the barn. Destiny walked up to the door and slammed it shut. "No one is getting in here," Destiny declared and Summer looked around. They were all alone. Summer regretted not going with the group but she still thought that staying at the barn was the best decision.

Dinasjae tumbled out of the window right as Leatherface pushed his chainsaw at her. She landed in the arms of Michael and JJ. They dropped her onto her feet and dashed off. Leatherface watched through the window as his prey escaped. He turned around and ran through the destroyed door. He was used to chasing people around. He lived for it. The chainsaw was his best friend. The only friend he had. He made sure to use it as much as possible. He opened the front door to his house and looked at the four teens running across the field. He smiled and pursued.

Chapter 8

Surprise!

It was Dean who saw the bus first. It was a one to a million chance that they would find it but they did. "Dean, I need to talk to you," Foxy said and put her hand on his shoulder. Dean jerked away and looked at her. "Dean, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just needed you to snap out of it. We need you if we want to live. You don't know it but me and Jessica are looking up to you every minute of this nightmare. You're the man." Dean smiled and looked at her. She was finally getting him to be happy again. "Foxy, there's something I have to tell you," Dean looked down and blushed. "What is it?" Foxy asked inquisitively and pulled his face back up. "I think I..." the sound filled the sky. The dreaded sound. The chainsaw. Jessica looked at Foxy and Dean. "Come on," Foxy said and pulled Jessica towards the bus. Dean ran ahead of them and hopped on, hoping to get it started as soon as possible. He looked around. Where was the tire jack? He jumped off of the bus and looked around. A spare tire and a tire jack lay next to a deflated tire. "Bingo," he smiled and yanked the airless tire out of it's place. He pushed the spare tire into place as Foxy helped Jessica get her baby on the bus. After Jessica and her baby were settled Foxy ran over to Dean. "How are we doing here?" she asked and tried to wipe the sweat from her palms. "I've almost got it..." Dean said fumbling with the tire jack. His veins grew twice their original size as he pushed the jack down and held the tire in place. The sound of the chainsaw was getting louder and closer. Screaming echoed through the forest. "Fuck! They're bringing him over here!" Foxy cursed and looked around. What could she use to defend herself? Nothing. Nothing would stop that beast. Foxy looked as the first of the teens broke through the forest. It was the one that looked the most like her. Shaquana. Michael and Dinasjae came out a second after and JJ stumbled out last. The tire popped into place and Dean smiled. He pushed it hard and made sure it was in place. "Yes!" he cheered and pushed Foxy up the stairs of the bus. "WAIT!" Michael screamed from across the field. Dean paid no attention. He looked around for the keys. They were gone! "FUCK!" he screamed and pounded on the steering wheel. The horn honked wildly as Dean rampaged. Foxy tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up at her and she gestured for him to move. "Let me handle this," she said cockily and slid into the large seat. A second later the engine rumbled to life. Dean hadn't even seen her do it. "How the fuck did you do it that fast? It took Michael about a minute or two to do it," Dean asked in shock and Foxy smiled. "You obviously haven't heard much about me," she grinned and Dean sat back in the front seat. Foxy looked over at Jessica who was occupied with her baby. Her pretty baby boy. Foxy smiled at her best friend. She was never going to leave her again. She looked out the window at the teens. More that she had never seen before also broke out of the clearing. Even an older woman came running out. She wasn't old but she was the oldest out of them all. What was going on?

Michael inhaled and exhaled roughly as he ran as fast as possible towards the bus. It was running. And the tire had been replaced. He was about to get out of here. He reached the road and clamored onto it. "Wait!" he yelled raspily and out of breath. Quana bumped into him and he pushed her onto the bus. He crawled on after her and Dinasjae pulled her body up the stairs. JJ was the last out of the first four and he stumbled up the stairs. The four teens bent over and gasped for air. "Wait for the rest of them to get on and then leave," Quana ordered and Dean stared at her antagonistically. She shied away from his eyes and looked over at Michael. "Who is he?" she whispered and Michael shook his head. "Someone who can help us," he said hopefully and smiled at her. He kissed her on the cheek lightly. "I love you," he said and she blushed. At a moment like this he was still being sweet to her. She loved him too. More than anyone could ever love someone. Foxy watched Leatherface shamble out into the clearing. She looked over at Dean, who's foot was rubbing up against the gas pedal. Monica and Charisma ran onboard. Zaniqua and Travis came in shortly after and joined the rest of the group. "Who are you guys?" they all asked Foxy, Jessica, and Dean. They got no answer. Mrs. Garner came on last. "GO NOW!" Foxy screamed and Dean followed her orders gladly. "Wait! What about Summer and Destiny?" Charisma asked and looked at everyone. Dean didn't stop. Whoever Summer and Destiny were could wait for the cops to come. "Stop the bus!" Monica yelled to Dean but he shook his head. "Stop!" she screamed again and Dean yelled back. "I'M NOT FUCKING STOPPING! ARE YOU CRAZY? I'M NOT STOPPING!" the whole bus froze at Dean's rage. No one knew who the strange boy was but they all feared him. They had no idea why he was there or why the other girls were there. Jessica's baby started to cry and suddenly all attention was on her. "Who is she?" everyone whispered and looked strangely at her and her baby. Dean looked in front of him. A man was standing in the middle of the road a while ahead. He was waving one of his arms and yelling something. "Hey! It's the bus driver! Stop! We have to pick him up!" Zaniqua yelled and Dean slowed down only because he didn't want to run the man over. He opened up the doors after a minute of fumbling with the knob. He pulled it open and the strange man got onto the bus. His blue jumpsuit was covered in blood. Dean gagged at the sight. It was fresh blood. He panted and stared Dean down. Dean looked away. The man looked just like someone who would be in the Hewitt family. He was a redneck. Just like Ed was. "Oh my god are you ok?" Mrs. Garner exclaimed and ran over to the man. "Where is all this blood coming from?" she asked and felt his chest for wounds. Dean shivered. Something was wrong. He could feel it. Frank, the bus driver smiled and pulled something large from behind his back. Mrs. Garner had ran to the back of the bus to get a medical kit when she heard someone scream. She turned around. "It's coming from a little girl I cut up about a minute ago," Frank said and aimed the shotgun at Dean. The bus went wild with the sound of screaming. Everyone was in fear. They were all about to die. Frank was one of them. He looked at Dean. "Don't even think about pressing the gas," he said and cocked his gun. How the fuck had they not noticed he had a gun? Where they that scared that they paid no attention to their surroundings? Dean cursed himself silently and tried not to break down. He had to keep thinking and stay on his feet if he was going to survive this... again. "Get off of the bus!" Frank ordered and kicked the doors open.

"Get off of damn bus!"he yelled authoritatively but everyone just froze and trembled. "Do it, or I'll blow your friends fucking brains out," he demanded and pushed the muzzle of the gun onto Dean's temple. Mrs. Garner looked down at the safety kit in her hands. There was a small pistol on the inside of it lying next to a pack of bandages. She didn't know the make or model but she knew that now was the time to use it. She reached for it slowly and pushed aside a bottle of painkillers. Her body tensed up as Frank looked over at her. "Put that down!" he ordered and glared at her. She slid the gun into the back of her pants and dropped the kit. She raised her hands up in the air to show that she hadn't taken anything. "Good, now you get off first." He pointed towards Quana and then gestured for her to get off of the bus. Quana froze up in fright and every part of her body told her not to move an inch. "Move or I'll shoot him," Frank said trying to stay calm but not achieving his goal. Michael grabbed Quana's shoulders as she took her first step forward, and pulled her back. "Don't do it," he whispered pleadingly, his breath hot against her ear. Quana shuddered and felt guilty. Michael was silently begging her not to move. Frank watched her hesitate. "All of you are getting off, you might as well be the first. At least that way I won't get mad and shoot you," he chuckled and wheezed. Too much alcohol and tobacco. His beer belly jiggled as he coughed and laughed. "Hold my hand and stay here," the love of Quana's life cried mutely so he wouldn't be heard, as Quana walked towards the man. She ignored him and wiped the tears from her cheeks, as she disobeyed her boyfriends wishes. She reached the man and he eyed her up and down. Quana almost cried and shut her eyes but she knew it wouldn't help. "Get off," he stated not even bothering to look her in the eyes. She took a step and looked down and her white and blue Baby Phat shoes. She looked down at the ground. She didn't want to get off of the bus. What if he just let everyone else leave and take her somewhere? What did he plan to do to her? What did he plan to do to Michael? The questions horrified her and she stopped in her place. "Move!" he hollered and shoved her off of the stairs and out of the bus. Quana tripped over her leg as she fell and hit the gravel road roughly, falling over the edge of the uneven road and into a thicket of grass and mud. "Fucker!" Michael screamed and charged at the fearsome man. "Ah, what do you think you're doing?" Frank asked as the muzzle of the gun collide firmly with Michael's chest. Mrs. Garner pulled the gun from her back with the distraction giving her the time to aim and the fake bus drivers head. "Put the gun down!" she screamed and tried to stop her hands from shaking. "Oww!" the cry of pain interrupted the crazy scene and everyone looked in the direction Quana had fallen. Everyone except for Frank. Frank turned the gun on Mrs. Garner as she lowered her gun for a split second to see if Quana was ok. Frank pulled the trigger and let it loose with a grin as wide as the sky on his gruff face. The shot hit Mrs. Garner in the stomach and erupted out of her spine. She flew backwards a few feet and collapsed with a loud smacking sound onto the ground. The bus erupted in screams and cries of anguish, disgust, and pure terror. The screams echoed through the night as Mrs. Garner's body started to go numb and she coughed up blood just like Erika had before she died. "GET OFF OF THE FUCKING BUS!" Frank ordered at the top of his lungs and shot Mrs. Garners jerking body once again. The impact forced a glob of blood and spit out of her mouth, which landed on Charisma's black tank top. The tank top everyone on the bus was wearing. It was so dark that it blended in a little but it still stuck out, especially since it oozed down her. She cried out in disgust and watched Mrs. Garner's body go numb. Michael had rushed off of the bus and pulled Quana off of the ground. JJ, Dinasjae, and Zaniqua were next, cautiously walking so they could stay as far away from the murderer as possible. Travis and Monica came off after that and jumped down the stairs with glee. They would rather be off of the bus than on and watching Mrs. Garner's blood pour out. Dean held Foxy's and Jessica's hands as they came off of the bus. Frank looked over at Jessica and the baby. "Why did you want to leave us again? Tommy's been missing you. So has mamma." Frank grinned and his crooked, yellow, tobacco stained teeth were exposed. Jessica didn't say a word and pulled her baby away as Frank tried to rub it's head. "And you must be that colored bitch!" Frank bellowed in laughter at the sight of Foxy. "I've heard a lot about you, and the boy who got tortured. I heard a lot about you too. Your pretty damn strong!" Frank continued but they all tried to ignore him. Something much harder to do than say. They walked off the bus and Frank waited for Charisma to come off.

Monica started to shake and kept looking around nervously. Frank and Charisma were still on the bus. The long road stretched ahead of her like an obstacle to be overcome. She had to try to escape. If she didn't, she figured that she deserved to die. She just had to wait for the exact right time. Something that would be hard for her to do as her heart pounded rapidly. Gallons of adrenaline pumping through her body. She was like a cheetah ready to break off into a dash. Just a few more seconds...

Charisma was still cowering in the corner and trying to get over Mrs. Garner's dead body. She didn't want to look at it. She didn't want her favorite teacher's blood all over her. "Hurry up! I don't got all damn day!" Frank screamed at her and reached into his pocket to pull out some bullets. He looked down and put the bullets in the shotgun. Monica sprinted down the road! "Monica!" Dinasjae yelled in confusion but Monica never looked back. She ran the fastest she had ever run. She refused to look back. She heard the startled screams coming from behind her. She knew what was about to happen. She had to run faster. Just keep running, just keep going, don't look back, keep running girl, keep fucking running! She urged herself as her feet slapped the hard ground. Her black South Pole jacket started to slip down her arms, and she tore the thing off and tossed it to the ground. "Monica look out!" she heard JJ scream and a second later a shot was fired. Monica leapt to her left and fell to the floor. A bullet whizzed past her skull just barely missing her. She pushed herself up and kept running. He had one bullet left and then he would have to reload again. If she could just keep her pace... she tripped on a pothole and hit the road! She almost cried when she heard the shot fired. She covered her face as she hit the ground and looked around. She was still alive! When she tripped the bullet had gone right past her. Yes! She cheered to herself victoriously and pushed herself back up. She was so tired but he had to reload. That was enough motivation for her. She had to be pretty far down the road now, he probably wouldn't even be able to see her without one of those rife scopes she had seen in the movies.

Michael watched Monica run and could only cheer her on and hope that she got away. Quana was clutching her face that was now covered in mud, blood, dirt, and tears. She wept uncontrollably as she held her face in her hands. Her sobs were muffled and came out raspy and almost sounded like a dying animal. Michael tried to comfort her as he rubbed his palms against her arms to warm her and brushed his lips against the cheek she left exposed. Frank was fumbling with the bullets when JJ had an idea. JJ tackled the man and the both fell to the ground. JJ grabbed Frank's shirt collar and pulled it up, he then pushed it down. He smashed Frank's head roughly against the road, again and again. Everyone looked over at JJ's rampage and were suddenly confused. There was so much going on. Some people started to cheer and others stayed silent. The cheering stopped suddenly. JJ looked up. HE was back.

Leatherface stood only yards away and stared at all of the teens again. There were less of them this time, something he had expected. Frank was there. But Frank was on the ground, someone was hurting Frank. Leatherface was confused. Should he be happy? Frank was always laughing at him and making fun of him. He wasn't very nice. But wasn't that a good thing. He did help put food on the table. Should he be mad? He was. That strong boy was hurting his family. HIS family. That wouldn't happen. The muscular boy was probably the biggest threat, either him or the other muscular white boy who was always touching the black girl. Or maybe it was the familiar faces. The skinny boy with the dark hair and face who had the black friend and the white friend with the baby. The friend who had shot him. He didn't like them at all. The one girl he remembered the most was looking at him weird. Everyone always did but her expression wasn't fear, it was pain.

Jessica saw Leatherface's new mask from across the field. Michael's face. There were were no words to describe it. Jessica was surprised that she didn't die of a broken heart. It just cracked and fell in pieces everywhere. Her heart had been destroyed, just like Michael. He had been murdered and then cut up to become a fucking mask! Jessica couldn't even cry. She didn't know what was wrong, she wasn't crying. She wasn't scared, she wasn't crying, she was just there. Everyone just froze and even Monica stopped and turned around. She was amazed to see how far she had gotten. She could still see Leatherface's bulky figure though. A sign for her to keep going. Jessica finally felt an emotion. Anger. Anger, rage, hate, revenge. She wanted revenge. Michael was gone and she had just learned to deal with it. It had consumed her but now, she was over it. Michael was gone and he was never coming back. She could still love him but she had to know that he wasn't coming back. She had finally realized it. But now, it was time for revenge. Jessica let out something similar to a war cry and charged at Leatherface. JJ let go of Frank and watched the woman run at Leatherface. Dean grabbed her and pulled her back as Leatherface ran towards her. "NO! FUCKER! WHY? WHY?" she screamed and finally started to cry. A cry that drowned out the sound of the chainsaw. A heart wrenching cry. She fell to her knees once more and wept. No one moved. Leatherface still came at them. Suddenly a blue truck came screaming down the road. The bright lights almost blinded the youths as the truck pulled up and stopped on the side of the road. And old woman with blondish-white hair and large glasses opened the door and aimed a shotgun similar to the one Frank had at everyone. "Let go of him before I shoot," Luda May Hewitt ordered and coked her gun. JJ let go of Frank and the man jumped to his feet. The back of his head was bleeding and he was a little dizzy but he managed to get up and grab his gun. Luda May aimed the gun at Quana, Michael, Dinasjae, and JJ while Frank aimed his at Jessica, Foxy, Dean, and Charisma, who had just recently got off of the bus. Leatherface had reached them and stopped his chainsaw. He was very confused. "Load them all up in the truck and the bus!" Luda May yelled to Frank and he nodded. "Alright, you, you, you, you, and you all need to get on the fucking bus!" he pointed to some of the teens and pointed at the bus. "Wait! One of them got away!" Frank yelled and looked down the road. Destiny's figure was disappearing quickly. Luda May gestured at JJ with the gun. "Get in the truck!" she screamed and JJ walked to the door. She rammed the butt of the gun roughly into his forehead and he fell to the ground. She had knocked him out, she hit him hard enough to knock him out but not kill him. She had years of practice. Dinasjae winced at the sound and sight. Luda May (with Leatherface's help) dumped JJ's limp body into the back of the truck. "Can you take care of the kids if I leave Tommy with you and go after the other one?" she asked, looking intently at Frank. Frank just nodded and she got in the truck. She seemed satisfied. She started up the car and drove around the bus. She then pushed the gas harder and hoped to find Monica.

"All right get back on," Frank said and looked over at Quana who was still crying. "Just a few small scratches and your crying your eyes out. Huh. What a pussy!" he chortled and Michael almost charged at him again. "Try it and I'll shoot the bitch," Frank warned and smiled once more. Michael wrapped his body around Quana in a protective and passionate way and helped her up the stairs. Jessica took one glance over at Leatherface. This was the first time she had seen him standing still and looking calm. It was unsettling. Her baby started to cry at the sight of Leatherface and the monster cocked his head to the side. He hadn't heard that sound before. Why wasn't the baby screaming? He liked the little boy. Maybe he could keep it. Maybe he could be the baby's daddy. All he had to do was kill his evil mother. The woman who had hurt him.

Foxy and Jessica sat together with Dean right behind them. Michael and Quana took the seat in front of Jessica and watched the others get on the bus. Michael was still stroking Quana's hair and kissing her lightly all over her body. She lifted her hand from her face and stared at the mess that had formed on it. All the blood, dirt, mud, smeared makeup, and tears. Michael turned her face over to his and looked her in the eyes. She looked into his hazel eyes and as he bored deeply into hers. "Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise." Michael kissed her lips and she threw her hands around his neck. "I"m sorry," she cried and his eyebrows knotted in confusion. "For what?" he asked as he rocked her body from side to side. "For leaving you," she answered and wiped another tear from her cheek. "I"ll never leave you, and I know that you weren't leaving me. You were making sure that someone didn't die. You saved that man's life. You did the right thing, just next time at least let me go with you," he cooed lovingly as one of her tears hit his chest. "I love you," he whispered as Frank walked on the bus and she looked up at him. "I love you too," she replied and looked as Frank stuck the gun at the back of Michael's head. "I would 'Love you' if you would shut the fuck up!" Frank pulled the gun back and looked over at Michael. "Be quiet before I grab your girlfriend, throw her off the bus and run her over." Michael glared at Frank who just grinned his annoying little smile and then walked off. Leatherface forced his body into the bus as Frank got in the drivers seat. They all looked up at Leatherface in fear. Where were they taking them? What was going to happen to them? Was Monica safe? Would they ever escape? No one knew the answers and that frightened them. Frank started up the bus and did a 360 degree turn. He drove straight down the road and then drove off of it and onto a field. A minute later they were on a gravelly path and were crashing through the narrow forest. Five minutes later they were at the Hewitt house.

Monica Williams ran. Her feet kicking up less gravel and dirt as she got slower. She was free! She had made it away from that place! All she had to do was keep running. She just had to wait for someone to come along and pick her up. She kept jogging and kept breathing. She was getting more and more tired by the second but still ran. A pair of headlights was coming up behind her. She turned around and looked at the light blue truck. "HEY! HEY OVER HERE!" She screamed and waved her arms high above her head. The truck screeched to a halt. Something was wrong. An old woman with shotgun got out of the front seat. Monica didn't even think, she just turned and ran. The old woman fired a shot that missed Monica and bounced off the ground ahead of her. She strained her legs and stretched them as far as possible. Would she ever get out? She kept running as she heard another shot erupt into the sky. The bullet missed once again and Monica thanked God for every second longer that she had. She pushed her arms up and back to gain more momentum. She heard the old truck start up with a deafening roar. Fuck! She knew she couldn't outrun a car. It was impossible. She kept running as the whooshing sound of a car going too fast got closer and closer. She looked behind her and saw that the old truck was about to hit her. When she looked back she saw a police car burst onto the road. The police car erupted from the thickets to her left and skidded onto the road. The car screeched to a halt feet away from Monica. She ran for it. She was saved! "HELP!" she screamed and begged as the man in the car looked at her in surprise. She dove at the car and pounded on the police officer's window. "LET ME IN!" she shouted over and over again as she pounded on his window. He pushed a button to his left and she ran to the back seat. She opened the door and hopped in right as the truck came to a stop. "GO, GO, GO, GO!" Monica cried and pounded on the man's headrest.

Mark Washington saw the woman sitting in the front seat of the truck. It was her! The bitch who had tied him up! The unknown girl behind him was still screaming at the top of her lungs, making it even more difficult for him to think. Obviously she was another victim of the Hewitt's. How many people were here? Where were Foxy and Dean? Had they escaped? He looked at the clock in his car. It was 10:00. The SWAT team wouldn't get her until around 6:00 in the morning. They needed backup. Mark pushed the gas and Luda May did the same. He drove straight down the road as fast as possible. Luda May's old truck was faster than it should be. She was catching up on them. "KEEP GOING!" Monica begged and bit her fingernails. Luda May came to the side of the cruiser. She rammed into them. "NO!" Monica screamed as the truck slammed against the cruiser again and again. They finally gained some distance when Luda May backed up and came up behind them. She drove her truck into the back of the cruiser, knocking Monica to the ground. She then pulled around the the side and slammed the bumped of her truck into the the side of the cruiser. A P.I.T. maneuver. Mark's police cruiser twisted around and spun in circles. It spun rapidly until it hit the side of the road with a hard jolt and rolled over to it's side. It rolled over twice more and crashed into a small barbed wire fence. The car was upside down and off of the road. Luda May beamed and pulled up to the wreckage. No one was getting out alive.

The yellow school bus pulled up to the front of the house. Zaniqua and Travis looked at each other as it came to a stop. What would happen now? Leatherface had stood up the whole time and was the first to get off the bus. "All right, you all know the drill. Get off the bus and don't try anything stupid." Charisma, Travis, and Zaniqua all got off first and made sure not to look Leatherface in the eyes. Dinasjae, Michael, Quana and Foxy were next with Dean and Jessica behind them. Baby Michael wasn't crying anymore. He was smiling and waving his tiny hands in the air. Jessica had no idea what was about to happen. She had lived through this once but had doubts about living this time. She couldn't run like she used to. Being pregnant took away most of the abilities that would save her life and had the last time. Leatherface's new mask also took a toll on her. She was so damn tired and sore. She had the baby a little less than a day ago, in a storm shelter! Leatherface was so calm this time. She couldn't help but wonder every second what was going on in his sick, mentally ill, demonic, brain. What the fuck is he thinking? Does he know how much pain the mask causes me? Is that why he's wearing it? Does he even remember Michael or is it just a blur because of all the other people he has killed? How many people has he killed? What were they like? Had anyone else escaped except her, Foxy, and Dean? The most important, and last question on her mind was probably the hardest to answer. Why does he keep staring at my baby?

"Where do you think Summer and Destiny are?" Travis asked Zaniqua and she shrugged. Everyone was off the bus. Frank aimed the gun at Dinasjae. "You, follow me," he turned and walked towards the door. Dinasjae didn't move. She was lifted off the ground and could only see the ground. She was slung over Leatherface's shoulder. "Stop! Put me down!" she screamed as he took her into the house. He kept his iron grip on her until she was inside the house. Once she was inside he dropped her and walked back out. This was the way it happened with everyone until it came down to Quana, Michael, Foxy, Dean, Jessica, and her baby. Frank threatened them with the gun but none of them moved. Every time that Leatherface took a step near them they backed up. "If you all don't walk in this house right now I will shoot her baby," Frank said and aimed the gun at the tiny little boy in Jessica's arms. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in pure terror. Her face didn't drain of blood and turn white like everyone else, instead all the blood rushed to her head and turned her face beat red. "1...2..." Frank counted and raised the gun to look at the small target. Foxy, Dean, Quana, and Michael all took a step forward but Frank counted to three anyway and smiled in glee. "3." Frank released his grip on the trigger!

Monica's head was throbbing in pain. She had no idea where she was. She knew she was still in the car but everything was upside down. She had no idea where to go. She looked to her right and saw tires pull up through the broken window. "Ugh," Monica moaned and crawled along the broken glass and out the window of the car. She was on the opposite side of the truck and hiding from Luda May. She didn't want to die. She had come to far. She couldn't die now. She heard someone groan and realized that it was Mark. Mark also crawled out of a window but on the opposite side. The side that the shotgun was watching.

Mark looked up at Luda May and waited in despair to be shot. She aimed the gun for his head as Monica crawled away from them. She crept silently along the grass. She had to get away. She just had to get away. She heard the shot. Mark's face was blown to bits and his head rolled into a puddle of water and mud in a small ditch. Luda May shot the body once more and kicked it. "How dare they! How dare they try to tear apart my family!" she yelled and kicked the body once more. Another one down. She ducked and looked beneath the car. The girl was gone! She heard footsteps and looked at the road. The girl was running away once again. She was limping this time though. Luda May walked back to her truck and pulled a rifle from the truck bed. She looked down the scope at the girl running. It was just too pathetic. Luda May was a professional at this by now. She could shoot and hit any target. She pulled the trigger and the watched the girl fall to the floor. She lowered the rifle and walked towards the girl. Monica's leg was spurting blood everywhere. She covered the wound with her hand but the gooey, sticky, liquid slid and gushed through each and every little crack. Luda May's feet stomped down in front of her face and she knew what was about to come. Luck had finally ran out. The shot fired after that was the last shot fired. Monica's final moments on earth were spent. The last thought that had ran through her head would never be known. Monica Williams was dead. Luda May grabbed the girl by her feet and dragged her back to the crashed police cruiser. She dropped Monica's body next to the car and kicked it in through the window. She pushed Mark's body in next and kicked the scraps of his face into the grass. The old woman then walked back to her car and pulled out a large red jug and a lighter. She walked around the destroyed car and poured gasoline all over the car and dead bodies. After she was satisfied she put the jug back in the trunk and lit the lighter. She threw it at the crash site and watched it burn. The fires ignited and blazed wildly in the sky. It would attract attention to that area. She had to get back before anyone came around. Luda May Hewitt got in her truck and turned the key in the ignition. The truck was almost an exact replica of her old truck. The one that had been destroyed in a car crash because of the last people they had "found" tried to escape. She put the car in gear and drove back towards the house. JJ stirred in the backseat and Luda May just ignored him. He would be in for a big surprise once they got back to the house. They all would be. Tonight was the night that the Hewitt family was going to get back in the habit. Tonight they had enough fresh meat to keep them happy for a while.

Jessica screamed in agony. "BAM!" Frank screamed and laughed his ass off. He hadn't loaded the gun, it was empty. The baby was still alive. Dean fumed as Frank continued to laugh. Jessica broke into tears and held her baby closer to her. "You stupid bitch! Ha!" Frank's laughing didn't cease until minutes later. "Now go in before I shoot the baby for real," Frank said and they all walked into the house. Frank looked at all of the teens. "Ok now, each and every one of you is going to cooperate fully with me. I am going to knock you out, ok? If you try to stop it, Tommy here will personally blow your brains out. Everyone glanced at each other and they knew that they had no other choice. What would happen to them when they regained consciousness? What would happen while they were unconscious? "What about my baby?" Jessica asked as Frank came into the room with a white cloth and a bottle of some clear liquid. "Tommy will take care of him," Frank answered as he wet the cloth with the strange smelling liquid. "No! NO! Please don't let him take my baby! Please!" she begged but Frank just shook his head. "Your baby will be fine... if you cooperate. If you don't, we'll kill him. So as long as you cooperate and hand the baby to Tommy it will be fine," Frank explained like he was talking to someone who was mentally challenged. Leatherface held out his hands. Jessica looked at the beast. Her hands were trembling as she pushed her baby towards the death freak. She started to hyperventilate. She pushed her long brown hair out of her face and continued to push her arms forward. The bay lay in her palms, which were right in front of Thomas Brown Hewitt's hands. He grabbed the baby. Jessica closed her eyes to shut the tears out. Leatherface looked down at the baby and rubbed it's head with his finger.

Using the distraction to his advantage, he crept up behind Michael and closed the cloth over his mouth, letting the smell waft into the boy's nose. Quana closed her eyes just like Jessica as her boyfriend fell to the ground. She was next. Frank out her in a choke hold and did the same thing. She was knocked out and fell to the ground. The same pattern followed with everyone. Jessica was last. Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest. She couldn't breathe. "This will all be over really soon," Frank said and forced the cloth over her face. The nauseating smell was forced into her nose. She became dizzy and started to wobble in Frank's arms. She looked down at the ground as her eyelids grew heavy. All the unconscious bodies lay in a circle. She was about to join them. The last image she saw was Leatherface walking towards the metal door. He opened it, but she didn't hear the enormous clang. He walked inside and turned around. She saw her baby for the last time before she was knocked out. He was in Leatherface's arms and was disappearing into the furnace. She fell to the ground.

Chapter 9

Wake Up:

Quana's body was jerked awake by the sensation of falling. She looked around her frenetically and quickly took in her surroundings. She couldn't believe where she was. She didn't want to be here. She was in a lone room with only one light hanging above her. She was tied up to a chair in the center of the room. Blood stains were scattered among the wall and fresh blood was all over the floor beneath her feet. The lightbulb kept swinging back and forth, slowly lighting up every little thing in it's path. Shiny metal objects hung on racks all around the room and lay dispersed on counters. Pliers, hammers, screws, power drills, a meat tenderizer? Quana tried to move but couldn't. That was when the lone wooden door in front of her opened. Frank walked into the room with a malicious smile on his withered face. He looked happy. Not a good sign. "Hey, finally awake are ya'?" he said and walked over to one of the counters. He was picking up items and then throwing them back down. It was almost as if he was trying to make up his mind, on which one of the items he should used. "What are you going to do to me?" Quana asked, mustering up all the strength she could have and trying to sound brave. It didn't work of course because her question came out as a terrified squeal. "Do you think that your eyes are an important aspect to your body?" he asked her and turned around with a humongous set of pliers in his hands. Foxy bit her lip and closed her eyes. Her hands would have shook more, if they weren't tied down to the arms of the chair. "Because, I find them a delicious appetizer and we are sadly out," Frank sighed and shook his head. "Please just let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone. Please just let me go!" she begged and her eyes started to water. "I know that you're not going to tell anyone. You want to know how I know?" he chuckled and Quana shook her head from left to right. "No," she mumbled but he went on anyway. "First, I'm going to cut out your tongue. You can't talk without it can you? Then, I am going to chop of your fingers, one by one. And then..." "STOP!" Quana screamed pleadingly and her whole body started to tremble wildly. "Ok. It's time to get to work." "No! Please! STOP! NO!" she screamed and shook furiously as he came at her with the pliers. His shadow came open her and the screaming started.

"NOO!" Michael screamed being jerked awake from his dream. His face was drenched in sweat as he looked around. He was in the same room he had dreamed of Quana being in.

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