A/N: Hi, this is Cassie here. The other two fics on our account are by Kathy so I finally thought I should get off my ass and do something. This chapter is a little short and un-detailed but I just wanted to introduce my family. I don't own Texas Chainsaw Massacre or anything, but I do own the Lux Family. Thank you.

The rabbit was dead.

Dead as a doornail.

Shame, Cathy had really loved that thing.

His name had been Snuffles.

Alison guessed he'd died of asphyxiation during the car journey through Travis Country. She was surprised she hadn't.

The family's small, cramped van had been like the inside of a cooker, even with all the windows rolled down to let the air blow in.

Alison sighed but didn't shed a tear, they had seven more rabbits anyways. And she'd never really been that attached to the small, fluffy creatures with their twitching button noses and wide, sickeningly cute eyes.

She'd been more of a horse and cat girl.

That bought a smile to her normally scowling face; her Uncle Kent and Aunt Lisa had at least four horses.

"Snuffles!" A high pitched cry bought her back to her senses.

Alison turned her head to see her nine year old sister running towards the van, her face ashen and tears streaking down her face.

Catherine Lux, more commonly referred to as Cathy, could be summed up with two sickening words.

Sugar mouse.

The one type of sweet Alison couldn't abide.

There weren't any sweet shops out here; there were in the town, but that was a half-hour walk.

Alison's aunt and uncle had liked privacy to raise their horses and cattle without being disturbed by nosey neighbours, which Alison didn't disagree with.
Alison liked privacy too, she'd much rather be left in her room reading that spending time with other thirteen year olds and doing 'stupid stuff' like playing games or telling each other secrets.

She'd never been good at making friends.

Alison was quiet, solitary and plain. Also she was very cynical and clever, something which most of the girls in her class weren't.

Maybe it was being the eldest of three children, the younger two who were much more loud and noticeable.

Alison was 'the other sister', the one who'd rather go horse-riding for six hours than spend 'quality time' sewing with her mother.

Cathy was a 'little darling' who skipped around in her party dresses and cuddle bunny rabbits.

And then there was Louis, the youngest. Louis had Asperger's syndrome and was prone to 'odd' outbursts, maybe the country was better. It was away from the cruel taunts of arrogant, rich city kids.

All that surrounded them now was dust, field and a big old farm house.

Alison liked it more out here, but as Cathy mourned the death of Snuffles, she looked up at the sky.

It'd gone that beautiful peach-pink colour that meant it was setting and Alison knew what time it was now.

It was time to go say goodnight to the horses.

{So, that was it! Please R & R. Sorry if it's total crap, please tell me. Appreciate any reviews-Cassie xx}