Okay, this time i seriously try to finish this goddamn chapter D: Due to a computer crash i lost the goddamn chapter completely...means i have to start from the beginning :/ Which i totally don't like at all.

I think its a lection for me to save stuff in before something like this happens...oh well. Sorry for all of you for the long wait for a new chapter...i promise you it will be worth the wait :3.

In this Chapter Jed gets sick with a severe case of flu and has to stay in bed. Heather tries everything to cheer her cousin up and also coping with the Family tradition of killing whilst the killer itself is out of order so to speak :D. Chop-Top helps her with all his power which sometimes is too much of the good things.

He also tries to cure Leatherface with his own very...questionable cures...not to speak of the dozens of tissues he bought for his brother.

Good thing that Heather is already in killing business of her family so she has not that much difficulties doing it. Or does she?

But enough of me now, lets move on with this chapter :D And this time without any breaks fuck yeah Dx.

Read and Review as always.

Have fun and hope to see you guys later ~

Ceres ~~


Chapter 3:

"Flu-time"

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..."Achoo"...

It all started with a harmless sneeze a few days ago. Jed was on hunt for new victims who came across him at the Mansion. They fled outside and it was raining heavy down there. Wet to the underpants Jed returned after an exhausting hunt, without meat and with an even more grumpy attitude.

He grunted and throw his chainsaw to the wooden floor of the mansion. Heather sighed, she hated it when her cousin was in a mood like this. It was always a burden to cope with his temper tantrums he had from time to time when something didn't worked out as he planned.

Chop-Top used to cheer him up in times like this but on this day it was hopeless. Jed was mad and showed it to his surroundings in walking in his lair, slamming the door shut, not wanting anyone to disturb him in his rage of the missed opportunity to get fresh meat and the joy of hunting down people.

The next day he coughed and his nose was constantly running. Heather had a bad feeling about it but shrugged it off, thought that it would be just a simply cold...she was wrong actually. Due to his age of nearly 60 by now, Jeds immune system was pretty fucked up and hadn't that much resistance as it had before in his youth. So a simply cold got pretty serious in his case.

A few hours later, he was heavily panting and he developed a fever which raised pretty high in no matter of time. Heather quartered him in her room to get sure that his condition wouldn't get worse. She made him a lot of chicken soup and packed him in as many blankets as she was able to do to keep him warm and to make him sweat out the bad stuff.

Not to say that Jed was everything but not happy about this unwelcomed bedtime for him. His mood, already sore from losing the victims of before got even worse as the sickness went on. He ate nothing and made a fuss all the time Heather tried to give him his medicine.

After a nearly endless fight Heather gave up enraged by her cousins behaviour. She screamed at him for making such a mess and that he should not act like a fucking toddler who not got a toy of his pleasure. Jed was deadly hurt by this and refused to look Heather in her eyes furthermore, simply ignoring her, sulking in his bed.

"Fine, act like a selfish brat, i don't care anymore. But don't think i have any pity with you anymore because of your current condition! " she said rather harshly, turning on her heels with a new cup of chicken soup on a tablet, untouched of course by Jed.

"*grunt*" was his only response to this, making Heather stomping off furiously, slamming the door shut.

Chop-Top who witnessed all the ruckus decided to cheer his brother up on his own way in showing him photos of his favourite animals. This always worked, since their childhood Chop-Top could brighten up his little brothers days with this.

"Hey Bubba! Look what i got you! Pictures of your favourite animals, cattles!" he said, making a wide gesture with his hands, reaching up the bed of Jed, many pictures in his pockets.

"Remember when we killed these down in the meat factory? It was heavy right? heh heh heh... And mama used to fix dinner after this...ahhh happy times heh heh heh...i still remember her stew...you still got the taste of prime meat on your tongue brother?" he asked, not really getting that his brother was ignoring him and his questions.

"You ain't speak much these days are you Bubba? Come on talk to me!" he insisted his brother to talk to him, with no effect at all. Jed grumpily turned around in his bed, sneezing and coughing in the process, making his throat hurting even more.

"Come on, you can't be serious, are you?" he poked Jed, pinching his mask in the process which made Jed even more furious as before. He absolutely hated it when someone touched his mask without his ok...

"Hhhhhhnnn*cough cough cough*" Jed grunted which caused him to fell into a massive coughing fit. His swollen eyes started to hurt even worse and his nose was running as fast as it could.

Chop-Top exactly knew by now that his brother was in a god-awful mood right now and decided it would be wiser to stop bug him with his tries to cheer him up...also to stop pinching his mask...

Jed threw Heathers alarm clock against Chop who ducked quickly, the clock missing his face only by a few inches...

"Aaalright, i guess this means i should go out now...heh heh heh...ugh.."

He was running out of the room, hasty as usual, making absurd spastic movements as he did so...Heather who just returned to look after Jeds well being after her impulsive break out just a few minutes ago looked in awe at her other cousins style of walking away. She had to admit that it really was a hard thing to walk this way...

"I guess its a bad time to tell him that we are out of food now...he sure will think its his fault because he lost the guys from a few days ago...i better say nothing...but on the other way...he will find out soon..."

Heather entered Jed's resting place to see him soundly asleep, heavy breathing interrupted by coughs here and there. His lungs are also sounds way better as before but still sounded pretty bad.

She walked in the room, quiet as possible to not wake him. Heather felt his temperature with her hand on his forehead and was feeling that the fever was still very high. But she had to be sure about the exactly height of the fever, consulting the doctor if it should get worse.

"Great...measuring the temperature of a giant manchild...think Heather...think of a way to get what you want without risking anything..." she thought to herself, scratching her head in the process. If she only could stick the thermometer in his mouth to check his temperature...without him knowing what she did...other ways of inserting the thing she not even thought of...too risky it was for her health to doing so...just to think rectally getting Jeds temperature...Heather shuddered at the thought and the consequences she had to suffer after this ordeal...

"Alright, through the mouth then..." she murmured, getting the thermometer and with a swift hand movement sticked it in Jeds slightly opened mouth. She hold her breath for a second there, but nothing happened. Jed did not even recognized it...

"Phew...that was close" she whispered, carefully reading the temperature off. It was still an okay state but she had to watch that it wouldn't reach higher scales...

Then, out of sudden her phone rang loudly, her eyes popping out of her holes..a quick look on the display showed Heather that it was , the family lawyer of the Sawyers.

"Shit..." she cursed under her breath, taking out the thermometer quickly and runned out of the room, closing the door quiet as possible.

"Hello? ? Its a pretty bad time for calling me now...what's the matter anyway?" whispering carefully not to be too loud Heather asked in a way it was unmistakably that she was in great distress at the moment. The booming voice of Farnsworth was heard outside pretty loud, making Heather frown in despair. He only called for telling her a joke he heard of one of his clients. Heather innerly cursed her lawyer with all curses she ever had learnt.

"Goddamnit...this is just ridiculous..." murmuring to herself she disconnected the line abruptly, making Farnsworth pouting at the other end of the line...

"EDITH! COME DOWNSTAIRS! NEW MEAT IS COMING UP !" out of sudden, the booming voice of Chop-Top was heard through the whole mansion and the curses she had moments before only for Farnsworth now got traded over to her deranged other cousin...she nearly got a cardiac attack as she realized that now was the chance to get up for Jeds mishap a few days ago. They would get fresh meat to eat, which now she was used to all this killing stuff. Her stomach yelled angrily for food and the Sawyer'sche instinct was coming through her mind, making her brain turning off into killing mode.

"Fuck yeah, finally..." she yelled, now pretty much aware of the situation, running downstairs with a manic grin on her face. It was she was like another person out of sudden. Swiftly she grabbed her trusty pitch fork and gathered up with Chop-Top who prepared his jack knife for attacking the victims too.

"Ready to rumble cuz'?" he asked his cousin, she nodded approvingly.

"Ready to kick some motherfuckin' asses cuz'!" Heather replied, licking her lips in anticipation of the incoming meal. They don't needed Jed for food, they were pretty much able to keep up with others by themselves...it was just easier to let do Jed all the work...

They sneaked up the door, positioning from the left and the right side of the entrance...Chop-Top turned off the lights and was completely silent, same goes for Heather who only was audible because of her stomach rumbling...

"Better be some fat guys in there too..." she murmured, rubbing her stomach in anticipation for the incoming meal.

"He heh heh...slice them thick..." Chop-Top replied, grinning even more mad as before.

*Ding dong*

The doorbell was ringing and both let themselves a bit time before they opened the door.

Outside:

A group of 5 hipsters was standing outside, waiting that the door opened. They heard of a house in texas who was famous for their killings, it was already an urban legend...now they wanted to prove it.

The seemingly oldest stroke back his hair full of gibberish grease, showing off his fake gold teeth.

"you guys think there is actually someone living here? This place pretty much looks fucked up..." his stomach was rumbling.

"Dang' it must be past dinner time, my tummy is aching already. They better have some food in there people, i am fucking starving...*sigh*

Another member of the group who just seemingly has manicured his nails giggled and put his hands in his hips, standing broad like a door behind the older guy. His fist banged against the door.

A few minutes later the door sprung open and out of sudden the oldest guy was sucked inside. The others jumped a mile high and tried to run as they heard a manic laughing all over the place...two shadows were circle around them, out of sudden one of the hipsters felt that something got through him...he was right...it was Heather's pitchfork who just entered his thorax, looking forward to bringing pain to whoever dared to show up in this place.

A good half hour later...all five hipsters were dead by now, blood and guts were spilled all over the veranda, making Heather sighing heavily. The thought of cleaning this mess made her very unhappy...

"Good job Edith, they got what they deserved...heh heh heh..." Chop-Top giggled, piling up the bodies on a heap on the kitchen floor. Heather helped him in dragging down the corpses in Leatherface's lair which was a chilly place, good for conserving meat in it.

"You know Chop...i always hated hipsters with a passion somehow...does anybody likes them anyway?" she asked curiously, licking the blood away from her lips. Chop-Top only shrugged, not really caring about them, only having food in his brain.

"Who cares? We got meat, that's all that counts...heh heh heh and i bet Bubba's mood will be better by now too!"

"Hopefully..i won't live together with a guy with a little childs mind on rampage you know? He really has to get better soon..." she murmured, thinking to herself in which trouble she set herself accepting the heavy burden of being the caretaker of a monster living downstairs which just happened to be her cousin...

Chop-Top only laughed, already running upstairs to tell Jed the good news.

Still in bad shape his smile was back at least and Jeds mood was visible better by now, hearing the results of his families work. A good week later his fever got better a bit and soon he started to recover fully, taking over the role of the butcher of the family again. Because of the good care Heather gave him in this time, Jed was fully up to his old power, lusting over fresh meat to butchering down his lair.

After he got better he returned to his room, which he already missed. He hugged absolutely everything in his room, including his plastic toy's he obviously missed the most...he overall had the mind of a young child so...is it a surprise? Not really xD.

A few days later:

Heather was going out to getting the newspapers as she heard a strange sound coming from down the street. What was coming up now? She carefully looked down the street, clutching her morning robe to her body, frowning at the thought of getting disturbed in her peace again...

"Oh not again...will i ever get a break?"

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The end :D


Phew that was something to write guys :D I hope you take a liking to this new chap. I had much fun writing this and as always reviews are more than welcome *hugs you all* also a huge thanks to all my new watchers i got with this piece here. I love you all

Ceres~