Chapter One...They're All Gone

"No time for goodbye he said,
As he faded away,
Don't put your life in someone's hands,
Their bound to steal it away

If you want to get out alive,
Hold on for your life,"

- "Get Out Alive" by Three Days Grace

She had seen more terror than she would have bargain for when she stumbled across the Hewitt house of horrors. Her and her friends were just taking a cross-state trip to go check out some colleges in Louisiana or Georgia, but her friends were all gone now.

They're all gone. She thought, nibbling back tears. She had just witness the final death of her friends. Tatum, her boyfriend, was the last one to die. Thomas had tied him up to the table after he moved off the other boy. She walked in to see Thomas hunched over the table to skinning Tatum's arm, but he was already dead. There was a line of blood dripping from his chin all the way down to his naval. Tears bubbled to her eyes, but she willed then to stop. Tears or Life? Alicia Garwin rather choose life over tears. She could cry her eyes out later. She slowly crawled backwards, being careful not to trip backwards over the stairs.

Too late. Alicia heard a loud crunching sound rise from her ankle as she tripped backwards over the stairs. Stupid heels, Alicia thought kicking the shoes off. Thomas turned around, chainsaw gripped tightly in hand and charged after Alicia. She let out a loud scream, beginning to sprint best she could with a hurt ankle upstairs.

"Take her upstairs, she's a pretty little one." The Sheriff said suddenly stepping into view. Alicia let out more screams as she attempted to run for the door, but was stopped when Thomas curled his ape-like fingers around her small ankle, shattering the bone. Her nails broke along the wood floor as Thomas began to drag her along the floor. She let out another ear-piercing scream. Thomas threw Alicia over his shoulder as he began to ascend upstairs. Alicia, though she was disgusted at the thought of it, bit into Thomas' ear and he threw her door the stair well.

"Tommy, get your little friend, looks like this girl doesn't wanna play anymore." The Sheriff called at Thomas. Alicia let out a moan as she struggled to get up. Thomas came barreling down the stairs; he took hold of Alicia's neck in one of his large hands. He carried her down to the basement to work on her like she was one of his "dolls."

"Let go of me!" she hollered. "No! No! No! Let me go! Please someone help!" She clawed at Thomas' back. On the way down to the basement, Alicia grabbed hold of a metal candlestick that was sitting on one of the tables. She jabbed it with all her might into his back. He let out a loud yelp-sounding noise and dropped Alicia again. Thomas fell to his knees and Alicia kicked him down the rest of the steps. She sprinted towards the door, but was stopped by the loud barreling noise of a gun and a painful blast of a wound in her shoulder.

"My money says she going nowhere." the Sheriff said, blowing at the tip of his recently fired gun. Alicia fell to the floor, clutching her wound. She sucked in a sharp breath as the deep red liquid slowly oozed out from her shoulder. Her eyes fell closed as the world around her turned to black.


When her green eyes opened, she was at a dinner table. A splintering pain shot throughout her whole body as she struggled to sit up. It was then that she remembered that the asshole-ic Sheriff shot her in her shoulder. Her head felt heavy and there was a pool of blood flowing towards her. She noticed it wasn't her own; there was another beautiful blonde girl in the seat next to her. The blonde didn't look like she was going anywhere anytime soon. Her eyes darted to another person in the room, another blonde-haired boy, but he looked better and more importantly alive. She quickly noted the Sheriff and Thomas and the other older woman were nowhere in sight. He was sitting up in his seat, studying the room and looking like he was in a bit of a daze. Until, he stood up from the table and started to walk out.

"Wait!" Alicia choked out, her head shooting up from the table. Pain throttled throughout her whole entire body again. "Help me! Please!" she felt salty tears flow from her eyes. "Please! Help me!" The boy turned back around, his eyes wild with rage and hate. "Please untie me. Please." she begged. More tears fell from her eyes as she pleaded for help more and more from this beautiful stranger. He huffed, before warily stomping towards Alicia's chair and untying her hands.

"Thank you so much. Thank you!" she thanked breathlessly. She jumped into his arms with gratitude without realizing what she was doing. Alicia slipped out of his arms just as quickly as she had slipped in. "I'm sorry…let's just get out of here." She followed the boy, who continued to remain mute. She let out a wince as she moved her shoulder.

"Fuck," she whispered, holding onto her bloody shoulder. When she removed her hand, she saw it was covered in the gooey liquid. "Oh…my…Gawd…." Alicia had one hate that topped all hates…it made her nauseous and it was red and looked exactly like blood. The boy turned around on his heels, his blue eyes brimming with concern as he looked down on this stranger.

"What's wrong?" he asked. She looked him in the eye. She never has heard those words before; nobody really asked her that, nobody, besides Tatum, really cared enough to ask that. She shook her head out of the daze long enough to tell him what was wrong.

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"My shoulder…that fucking sheriff shot me." she breathed out in one quick breath, her head beginning to spin. Blood made her nauseous. She wrapped one arm around her waist as if to stop herself from puking. The boy bent down beside her. "The blood is making me sick."

"Here," the boy paused to rip a little bit of his shirt bottom off. He wrapped the cloth around Alicia's shoulder.

"Thank you, again." she breathed out. The boy helped Alicia stand up. He helped her walk out onto the porch, but he let her stand alone when he saw the Sheriff standing there. The blonde boy knocked the Sheriff to the ground and began to beat his head against the wood senselessly.

She didn't know what possessed her to do it, but she found herself trying to pull the boy off the Sheriff as best she could with her shoulder. She isn't sure what it is, her heart, her soft side, or her human side, but she just couldn't dare see the Sheriff beaten to death. "Stop!" she yelled. Alicia wrapped one arm around his waist and pulled him off the Sheriff. "Stop it! Let's just get out of here and go."

"NO!" the boy screamed at the top of his lungs, his face growing a bright, fire engine red. "He killed Bailey! He probably killed Eric! He most likely killed whatever cookie cutter boyfriend you had! I'm not leaving here until I see that mother fucking asshole die!" What he said hit her hard in the head. He had killed Tatum; the Sheriff had lied to her and all her friends, tricking them to believe that he was good…. That he was going to help them, but instead he just killed them all. Alicia felt a mixture of adrenaline and anger shoot throughout her system as she began to kick the Sheriff in the stomach with all her might. A few loud cracks sounded through the air as a few of the Sheriff's ribs cracked.

"I hope you burn in hell!" she shouted at the Sheriff's limb body. Alicia looked down at her hands; they were shaking rapidly. "It feels empowering…kicking someone like that…I know I must sound twisted, but it really does." She looked at the boy, who still hadn't told him her name, in the eyes.

"It does." he agreed. The rattling sound of a chainsaw could be heard in the far distance. The boy jerked at Alicia's hand, dragging her along with him.

"Ouch!" he yelped as he felt a snap tear in his ankle. The boy collapsed to his knees, tightly grabbing onto his hurt ankle. He was so determined to save Chrissie that he forgot all about his incident with the bear trap earlier. "Fuck, my ankle." Alicia crouched down on her knees to inspect the damage. It just looked like he cracked it, nothing totally major, but it did need to be looked at and he probably shouldn't walk on it.

"You can't go anywhere with that. We need to get you to the hospital or somewhere like that." Alicia informed him. Dean shook his head, trying to stand up by himself, but falling backwards in the process.

"No. That's my friend he's chasing after! I have to help her!" he declared wildly. A wild rush of adrenaline mixed with anger shot throughout his whole body. "I'm not leaving until I save her." ­

Alicia grabbed onto his upper arm to help get him on his feet again. He began to limp a few feet ahead of her.

"She's as good as dead. Let's go now." She begged, stepping in front of him. He glared daggers at her. So far, Alicia wasn't making such a good first impression.

"Don't you fucking say that you bitch. Chrissie is not dead. Now, I'm going to save her without you or not." he spat. "Why do you even care about me? You don't even know me." Alicia was nearly trembling.

"Because…I don't want to see another good person die today. We'll go help your friend, but only if you promise to come with me as soon as we save her." Alicia bargained. He shrugged and muttered a soft answer. The boy struck out his hand for her and she took it in her grasp, tightly, secretly wishing she never have to let it go. In his hand, she found the simple comfort that maybe they would survive and that there was a thin hope she wouldn't die along with her friends or say goodbye to the beautiful stranger. As annoying and stubborn as he was being, she could easily see what the purpose behind their fighting was.

"What's your name anyways?" she asked. They begin to walk, every once in a while he would wince, following the whistles of the chainsaw in the distance. Alicia felt her inside curl inside themselves as the sound got louder. The boy's face is sternly steered forward.

"Dean. Yours?" he said carelessly. Dean's golden hair blew around his face as he quickened his pace. Alicia placed one of his arms around her shoulder so she could be used as some sort of curt. But after a little while she found other parts of her body begin to ache, looks like her shoulder wasn't the only body part she hurt. Dean didn't seem to notice or care, he was more concerned with Chrissie's well being than the well being of this dead weight.

"Alicia." she said. The air became ghostly silent as they walked towards the sound of the ripping sound of the chainsaw. Alicia wished she could snap her fingers and make the chainsaw and this whole entire mess go away. In a flash, Tatum, Licia, Ryan and her would all still be alive and they would all be walking the halls of Louisiana State. Alicia would finally loose her virginity to the man she loved…and all of this would be but a nightmare.

The chainsaw sounds came to an abrupt stop as they stumbled towards the Slaughter House. Alicia pressed his strong arm off her shoulders. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of the dead meat that still hung in the air. A chill ran down each of their spins at they walked towards the metal gate. Alicia's hands began to shake as they walked further into the smell of death. It lingered around everywhere in the Slaughter House. It clung to the fence, to the meat hides that still hung in the freezer, to the stalls where the cows used to stay and mostly to the three tanks of blood where Leather Face circled around wildly.

"Chrissie must be in here." Dean mumbled to himself. He took another step closer, but turned back to look at Alicia before entering the Slaughter House. "Stay here." he warned.

"No." Alicia snapped. "I'm going in there with you whether you like it or not. Someone has to save your ass." He let out a hard snarl. Her saving him? As if.

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"If I remember correctly I was the one who saved your ass by untying you from the fuckin table." Dean hissed. He was a little uptight at the moment, especially since there was a sharp snap of fear brewing through him. They stepped into what looked like an office. There was an over turned desk with a man still in it. Alicia sucked in a deep breath to keep herself from screaming. This whole night had been nothing but traumatizing events. There was a phone lying on the ground. Dean ran over to the phone to call for help, but slammed it back on the receiver when he realized it had been disconnected.

"What is it?" Alicia asked.

"The phone doesn't work." Dean hissed. A girl screamed echoed throughout the factory. Dean shot his head towards the closest door. "Chrissie." he mumbled, before rushing out of the room. Alicia walked after him, even though every bone in her body was pulling at her to turn back. They walked out on the railing that over looked the whole faculty. They spotted Chrissie dripping in blood…with Leather Face hovering over her.