The Sawyer family had become infamous, it hadn't taken too long. The only downside to these things were that for starters; the people of Texas loved to pretend things weren't really there, especially the monsters. The second problem was that Choptop as far as himself and the police knew was the only surviving member of the family. He could tell them the others might still be alive, Hell in his mind they were all alive one way or another. He didn't plan on telling the cops or jury anything; he would play more insane than he already was by the magic of nature. He would protect his possibly living relatives even if it cost his own life. He told them there was nobody else, it had all been done by him; he sort of enjoyed playing it out this way, playing the role of some Charles Manson type loon who thought he was a God. Choptop didn't think of himself as a God though, more like a demon…..Maybe Beelzebub; he liked that prospect.
Sometimes the questions reporters and cops had asked him while he sat in prison, in jails, asylums, and finally in solitary would confuse him. Mostly just make his brain hurt, not like that was anything new. Ever since he was attacked in battle he'd been having problems with that. There were memories that were fuzzy, his attention span was shot to shit, and he knew he wasn't as smart as the rest of the world, but he was much smarter than these fools thought that he was.
That was the thing he had working on his side. He wasn't completely brain dead, but still his memory was off. When he had the alone time he would try to remember things, like the day he nearly lost his head. He remembered a bit of being knocked to the ground followed by this burning sensation through his skull, and before blacking out he remembered seeing the blood running down his face.
Not like those things mattered too much, he didn't care about remembering how he had nearly died once or twice. He mostly wanted to remember before the war, back before he was drafted into the military. Like his real name; he barely fucking remembered it, maybe it was Robert….Robert sounded right, even if it wasn't it was a cool name. He had always liked it, yeah Robert; he would pretend that was his name. Hell the police had even told him what his real name was and he still didn't retain it, didn't matter. Ever since coming back from Vietnam he had a new name, a new everything. He wasn't Robert anymore, he was Choptop.
He missed being Robert though, what he remembered of it. He remembered a little about growing up, very little. He knew that their parents had left; they hadn't wanted sons and after Bubba was born they were just done with everything. That's what Drayton had told the three of them anyways. He remembered how pissed Drayton always seemed, like a mother even when he had been a teenager. He mostly remembered Nubbins; that was the part of his old memory that he needed. It frustrated him to no end when he couldn't remember his twin. He loved his family but Nubbins was the one, he was the only one that had actually mattered to him.
He loved him…A lot; in a way that was sadistic, masochistic, protective, and even romantically sexual. Disgusting, perverse, but that was their whole family. Grandpa all the way down to Bubba; everyone of them were fucked up to some extreme or another. That was what made them notorious, even if the cops and the public denied it all. Even if they only believed one murderer existed….It didn't matter.
They told him he'd be put to death soon. He'd seen plenty of guys go to the chair, they almost always looked sad and regretful….Pathetic; he didn't feel that way about it, he would laugh all the way there. Choptop didn't fear dying, not like he had when he had been younger. Everybody that he loved was gone.
He had secrets and they would follow him to his grave.