Just Misunderstood
By: TheSilverHyena
Warning:: Contains Mature/Adult Content, Violence and Gore, and Adult Language. If you cannot HANLDE these sorts of things, you might want to go elsewhere. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Chapter 11: Fever Pitch
Each day seemed to pass by in a blur for Blake. Some were better then others, one day she'd be able to keep food and drink down, even assist with light work around the house, then the next she'd relapse with a vengeance. Her fever dreams became worse, more vivid, often revolving around oceans of blood, distorted, stretched, stitched together faces, and the roar of a chainsaw. One such vivid dream occurred on an uncomfortably and oddly humid day.
The day in question started out simply enough. Blake's weary eyes cracking open when the discomfort of mid afternoon sun hit and she puked her guts out again. Thomas was often by her side whenever he could be, helping her to clean up and pampering the girl every chance he got. Then he got an idea. Seeing as the poor girl was growing miserable being stuck in that bedroom, Thomas decided to take her out to the barn so that she could see Toby and Jason. Mamma didn't want the dogs in the house, so he would take Blake out to them.
Blake was still uncomfortable at the sight of the giant wearing what was once another human's face, regardless of what that person may have tried to do to her. Yet at the moment, she was far too weak to try and fight her way out of his grip as he carried her across the yard, wrapped up in a lightweight throw blanket.
"T-Thomas...?" Blake rasped, sleepily, "W-where a-are-?"
'Pretty Blake miss Toby, Jason. Hear pretty Blake talk while sleeping.' Thomas' gravely voice answered.
Okay, well, he got her there. Even her father mentioned that the young psychic mumbled in her sleep. When they got to the barn, Blake could see that there was a rather large hole in the side that was in the process of being patched up. Once inside, Thomas gently set Blake down on a pile of hay that was on the floor, wrapped her chain around a support beam and padlocked it, before opening up the kennels and clipping the leashes onto the harnesses of two exceptionally excited German Shepherds. Toby and Jason barked excitedly and wagged their tails, eager to see their mistress. Even in her condition, Blake couldn't help but smile.
"Hey... I've... -cough, cough- missed you... guys." Blake said, running her hand over Jason's ears while Toby lay down beside her.
Thomas waited patiently, holding onto the dogs' leashes, since he left the barn door open to allow a bit of a breeze inside. Strangely enough, this was the most comfortable Blake had been for, well, however many days it had been. She had begun to loose track of the time anymore.
Jason and Toby licked at her face and hands ever so gently and began to quiet down from their initial excitement. It was... almost as if they knew and understood that Blake wasn't well and couldn't handle being pounced and pawed at. The dogs showed no objection to Thomas petting them, he had even snuck some of Mamma's food out in his pockets for the two of them. He handed some of the homemade biscuits to Blake, thinking that she'd enjoy getting to give her dogs a treat.
Once again, Blake found herself questioning just what she was doing. Was Thomas beyond even her help, or could she be the only one out there capable of saving him? In these tender moments, it was easy to forget the monster lurking within. Just when she thought Thomas might be coming around, he'd surrender to the siren's song of his family ordering him to murder again, all under the guise of protecting and providing for them.
"What do... -cough, cough- you two think?" Blake questioned, scratching Toby's neck.
Both dogs only looked at her in response, tilting their heads, but there was something lingering in their gaze. Something almost... human. She could hear the soft hum of white noise, up until Toby and Jason broke eye contact. Eventually, surrounded by the comfort her furry friends brought her, Blake dozed off, dreaming about better times in her life.
Summer and Spring vacations down at Crystal Lake, normally considered suicide for most. However, for Blake and her father, they were always quiet and enjoyable. There were simple memories from long ago, like learning how to cook for the first time, reading together, a time before Blake learned of the horrors this world and even beyond held. As if a match were suddenly thrown into a vat of gasoline, the good dreams fizzled out of existence and suddenly became very real. And very dark.
'No, no, NO! I was finally happy... please, don't do this to me!' she pleaded, in her mind.
With Blake's plea for mercy ignored, the disturbingly vivid vision continued. At first, everything was pitch black, then she heard the barking and snarling of angry dogs over the hum of white noise. Slowly, the shadowy tendrils in her mind slithered away, revealing the inside of a painfully familiar rickety old wooden building. Outside the grimy windows, ancient, rusty gas pumps could be made out. Strong smell of mustiness and a hint of rot. The Last Chance Gas Station. Where this mess began.
'Daddy?!' Blake heard herself shout, even though she herself hadn't actually opened up her mouth, that she knew of, anyway, 'Daddy, I-I love you, please d-don't... l-leave me!'
No. Not this... anything but reliving this! Painful white noise began to ring in Blake's ears, worse then it ever had before. She wanted to wake up, but she couldn't. Some unknown force was making her stay, locked in this vision. Shadowy images resembling humanoid figures began to form in front of Blake's eyes, along with two spectral dogs. Over the snarls and raging static, the distinct 'BOOM' of a shotgun went off, causing Blake to scream.
At once, the two shadow dogs went completely ballistic in a wild frenzy of snapping jaws as they charged for someone that Blake couldn't clearly make out.
'I'll never leave you, kitten. I love you more then anything in this world.' echoed her father's voice over the now mercifully lifting white noise, followed by a faint, hardly audible, '…. killed... me... HE KILLED ME!'
With a sharp gasp, Blake's eyes snapped open and she sat up. The sudden movement startled Thomas, though Toby and Jason stayed relatively calm. Blake panted heavily, covered in cold sweat and the hum of static and white noise still in her groggy mind. Tears streamed down the girl's cheeks and her heart pounded wildly and out of control. Concerned, Thomas scooted himself closer to her, gently tilting her chin up to look at him.
'Blake cry out while asleep. Thomas try to wake pretty Blake, but not working. Stay asleep.'
"J-just... j-just a-another -cough, cough- b-bad dream... I've... a-always -cough, cough- suffered from n-n-nightmares."
Blake didn't want to say anything more, especially since it concerned her father. Vex claimed to know what really happened to him on that day, but since she was either in the freezer or one of Luda Mae's casseroles, there wouldn't be a way for Blake to know for certain. Unless... someone else knew too. The girl leaned into Thomas' hand and began to calm down, up until Toby and Jason began to growl low in their throats.
Their tails stopped wagging and the fur on the two dogs' backs bristled. Blake let out a sharp whimper as that pounding sensation pummeled her already fragile mind, sending a lancing pain coursing throughout her entire body. A cold sweat broke out once more, hearing footsteps coming up to the barn... along with the overwhelming smell of beer and Hoyt's familiar foul mouth.
"Just what the fuck-again boy?!" Hoyt groaned, "When is this shit gonna stop, now?! I told ya to keep them filthy mutts-"
Before he could finish, Toby and Jason lunged with venomous fury. The German Shepherds nearly took Thomas off guard, as they threatened to drag him behind them in their pursuit to sink their fangs into Hoyt's flesh. Fearfully, the false sheriff backed up, spilling some of the beer from the bottle in his hand, as Thomas reeled the angry dogs in before dragging them back to their kennels.
"Fuckin' hell! What's she doin' out here, Tommy? Mamma's worried sick, git 'er back in the house where she belongs!" Hoyt ordered, leveling an angry glare to Blake, like this was somehow her fault.
Blake could only watch helplessly and sob while Toby and Jason were forced back into the cages and locked up. The dogs still barked and snarled viciously, creating noticeable scratch marks in the wood paneling of their prisons. Thomas himself held his head down low, looking very much like a puppy expecting a beating. It was startling to see how such a big, powerful man like Thomas would become so submissive to the abuse from his family. Maybe he didn't understand? Maybe he didn't realize that what they were doing was no different then the children that used to bully him in the schoolyard.
"W-what d-did... y-you do?" Blake questioned, as another bout of coughing struck, "W-what... d-did y-y-you do to him?"
"See here, boy? Yer girl shouldn't be out here, not like this," Hoyt said, his voice carrying over the angry canines.
When he knelt down beside her, a subtle but perverse smirk on his face, Blake squirmed in discomfort, trying to scoot away but being too drained of energy to do so. While Thomas was distracted by the dogs, the wannabe sheriff lightly pawed at her stomach, and Blake could hear him thinking to himself, 'Well, if the boy don't put one in 'er, maybe I can.'
"Get -cough- a-away from... me!"
Blake tried to stand up, only to collapse as her sore, exhausted bedridden body refused to carry her weight, "T-Thomas... T-Thomas...?"
Hoyt just sighed and took a handkerchief and a small bottle out of his shirt pocket. After putting a sickeningly sweet-scented liquid all over the cloth, he grabbed hold of the frightened, struggling girl and held it there over her nose and mouth. Blake let out a squeal of protest, though before Thomas could pummel his Uncle for mistreating the girl, Hoyt once again sunk his own proverbial tentacles into the brute's brainwashed head.
"It's just chloroform, boy. To help settle her down, see? Poor girl was delirious, gonna end up hurtin' herself. Wont harm the lil' darlin' none, so don'tcha worry."
Blake tried to hold her breath, but in her already weakened state, she couldn't hold it for very long before the fumes entered her nostrils and made her world turn black. The sound of static and white noise greeted her ears, along with a pained scream. For a spit second, the image of two men hanging from the rafters of the barn, partially flayed, flashed in front of her eyes before Blake finally passed out.
Gently, Thomas placed his hand over Blake's chest, relaxing only when he felt the rhythmic beat of her heart. He wrapped up her small, unconscious body in the blanket and lifted her up into his arms, holding the girl close to his chest. Must have been the fever making her babble on about strange things again. Maybe once they got back inside, Mamma would have more medicine for Blake. Then when the girl was better, perhaps she could elaborate more on what exactly happened. After all, only Thomas knew of just how special Blake really was.
'Get... better, pretty Blake. Need to stay strong.'
The massive brute lightly kissed her on the forehead before Hoyt began shooing his nephew out. Toby and Jason continued to growl and snarl, leaving the false sheriff to do much the same under his breath.
"Them damn, fuckin' things is possessed, I swear!"
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Several days passed since the incident at the barn. A week? Maybe even more. For the most part, Thomas stayed with Blake as often as he could, though eventually he would leave for extended periods of time when "the meat rations were getting low." The girl just prayed, nearly every night, that whatever poor souls traveled through this god-forsaken county, that they just kept on pressing forward. That they didn't break down as she and her father had.
By now, Blake was still rather feverish and kept in her room, but she was doing better then she had been before. Two days in a row, and she was able to keep her food down without too much of an issue. Earlier that morning, Thomas had brought her some chicken soup that he had made for her. (Of course, Blake's first thought was something along the lines of 'Chicken! REAL meat that isn't a person!') Granted, the giant man-child was a much better butcher then he was a cook, but his attempts to make Blake feel better and pamper her was what counted. If only for a little while, it was easy to forget that this same man would hack at body parts with a meat clever, flay their skin, and of course, run them through with a chainsaw, all at the orders of his twisted, sick, demented family.
It was nearing evening, though it was much darker then usual outside. Thick, deep gray clouds covered up the sky, unleashing a torrent of rainfall upon the previously parched land. Occasionally, the sky lit up with a flash of lighting, followed by the deep rumble of angry thunder. Sighing heavily and finding herself unable to sleep, Blake got out of bed, running a quick finger comb through her now messy brown hair. At least she was beginning to feel better, as far as the sickness went. But the vivid dreams continued to haunt her. Every time she closed her eyes, it seemed like that old, rickety gas station took over her mind and the shadowy figures played their parts. Blake could never see their faces, and it usually ended with the 'BOOM' of a shotgun and the snarling of angry dogs.
"That... swine must have -cough- h-had something to do with it!" Blake rasped, quietly to herself as she splashed a little cold water on her face.
But... she had no solid proof. Just the words of a mad woman upon her death and strange fever dreams. And just calling Hoyt out on it in her present situation could lead to anything from humiliation and ridicule to an "unfortunate accident," to her or her dogs. The odds were stacked in favor of the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation being the guilty party, and that particular hunting group had long since met their wretched fates. Sighing heavily, the girl gazed at her reflection in the mirror for a minute.
Honestly, she looked tired, as the dark circles under her eyes would suggest, but they were beginning to fade. What betrayed the sickly appearance was a slight glow to her skin as the color returned. Blake just shook her head and dried off her face, 'You NEED to get yourself out! Tell the cops, the REAL cops. Have them storm in and tear this place apart if you have too!'
Of course, there was the tiniest ping of guilt in her heart when she thought about what that might do to Thomas. But she put it to the back of her mind, reminding herself once again that as much as he took good care of her, he was still her captor. So, wearing nothing more then one of Thomas' button down shirts that nearly reached her knees and a pair of panties, Blake left her room and proceeded downstairs, as she was actually beginning to feel a little hungry.
Shuffling her way down the main stairwell, Blake could hear some other voices coming from the kitchen. It wasn't Hoyt, as he and Thomas were still out on the prowl. They all sounded like they were female, Luda Mae's Southern drawl the easiest and most distinct out of them. Curiosity getting the better of the young psychic, Blake braved rounding the corner into the kitchen. Luda Mae sat at the square table with two other woman, one who was, for lack of a friendlier term, morbidly obese and the other scrawnier then Blake herself. They were all chatting pleasurably, enjoying tea and cookies together. Just when the girl figured it'd be better to retreat back upstairs to her room and hide, Luda Mae spotted her.
"Oh, there she is! Ladies, this is Blake. She's the one I told ya'll about. The sweet girl my boy took a real shine too," she introduced, while getting up from her seat to herd Blake into an empty chair at the table, "Come on now child, nothin' ta be afraid of. Poor girl hasn't been feelin' too good lately and she's terribly skittish. But she's been an excellent fit for Tommy. Why, I can't even begin to tell."
Now feeling more awkward then ever and trying to hide the blush creeping up on her skin, Blake complied and sat down, though she curled in on herself and kept her gaze lowered. For a fleeting moment, she had hoped that maybe one of these women could help her. But that hope was quickly dashed as neither one of them seemed to find anything wrong with the shackled young girl wondering around the house! Perhaps they also partook in the cannibalism as well, though both the ladies thoughts tended to be all about cooing and gushing over her or how marvelous Luda Mae's custom tea blends were.
"My, my, my... ain't she just precious, so small," the larger of the two strange women said, taking a sip of tea, "And look at those eyes! Ain't never seen anything quite like them."
"If only ya'll coulda seen her the day she first met Tommy. She was so kind and gentle towards him, and he was so shy, not used to anyone outside the family to bein' nice," Luda Mae stated, quite proudly, "That's when I knew Blake here was the one fer my boy. Tommy absolutely adores her, pampers the girl every chance he gits."
Blake just remained quiet, huddled in on herself but listening intently to every word, spoken or not. Honestly, she felt more like some rare, exotic pet at this point and time, with the way she was being shown off. Luda Mae beamed proudly, putting a tea cup in front of the girl and filled it. While normally, Blake wasn't one to turn down a cup of tea or coffee, memories of what happened several weeks ago still haunted her, causing the young psychic to become even more anxious. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the small, skinny woman who couldn't have been much older then herself, reached out to touch her shoulder.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," the scrawny woman said, "My name's Henrietta. No one is going to hurt you. Just drink some tea, it helps."
"Toldja, she's just shy. Ain't used to much company." Luda Mae sighed, taking a bite out of a coconut cookie in her hand, "Normally she just tries ta run away."
The other two women just nodded in understanding, like that was a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why Blake was in chains. Slowly and cautiously, the girl took a sip of her tea, as not to appear rude, though only after checking it for any remnants of "special ingredients".
"You're a very lucky girl. Tommy is such a sweet, sweet boy. I think it's wonderful that he has you, Blake. Please make him happy, he deserves it after the cruelty he's faced in his life."
At Henrietta's words, Blake nearly felt the impulse to wrap the slack of her chain around that girl's scrawny neck and snap it. Even in her weakened state, it shouldn't be a problem. Blake's biggest fear at the moment though, would be if that much larger lady chose to sit on her in retaliation, thereby suffocating her to death! But self control got the better of the young psychic. Perhaps a meat hook in Henrietta's back or ankles and a one on one meeting with Thomas' chainsaw would make her retract most of her statements. Yet, even Blake couldn't deny the kindness and love Thomas had shown towards her.
"Oh, everything is gonna brighten up round' here soon. This is very excitin' news. Tommy and Blake have been tryin'." Luda Mae gabbed on.
At those words, Blake just about choked on her tea while the other two just gasped in surprise and smiled. WHAT did that old harpy just say?!
"Oh my goodness, Luda Mae. You'd make a wonderful grandmother!" said the larger of the two woman, "Any idea if little Blake here is with child yet?"
"None yet, but I've been watchin' her closely, feedin' her right. Girl's fertile, that much I know, sweet thing. She's small, but that means it'll be easier to spot when her belly starts to grow." Luda Mae answered, proudly.
Although the three woman prattled on in excitement, their words began to fade in and out as Blake's knuckles turned white from how hard her fists were clenched. She tried not to cry, she didn't want to cry, not in front of these people. They all gushed over what an adorable pair she and Thomas must have been and what a blessing she was to the family, completely ignoring just how anxious and upset Blake was becoming. Just when the young psychic couldn't take any more and stood up from her chair, she could hear the sound of Hoyt's police cruiser pulling up outside over the rain and crack of thunder. She let out a sharp yelp, not only when lightning flashed once more and thunder rolled, but it was because she heard the distinct 'thump' of Thomas coming up the stairs. And it sounded as if he and his Uncle Hoyt were successful.
Luda Mae and her friends simply stopped yapping to watch as "the two boys" burst through the door. They were soaking wet from the downpour and rather muddy, though they looked better then the "new arrivals". Two much smaller men in their early twenties struggled against their bonds as they were dragged inside by Thomas, and a girl around Blake's age was being manhandled and groped by Hoyt as he wrangled her inside, whooping and hollering.
"Whew! This one took longer then I thought it was gonna! Who knew they liked to mud wrestle?! Hahaha!" he laughed, giving his captive a firm slap on the ass, "We gonna have some real fun later tonight, darlin'!"
The girl screamed as loud as she possibly could, her two male companions echoing her while fruitlessly trying to get Thomas to loosen his grip by kicking at his feet and shins.
"Hoyt!" Luda Mae scolded, gesturing to the other two ladies, "None of that kinda talk, now. We got company."
Hoyt just smiled pleasantly, clamping his hand over the terrified female's mouth, "Don't mind me nothin', I'll go an' get their car after I... git these three settled in."
Meanwhile, Thomas' first thoughts were to go to Blake, though when his two captives began to look at her in a way he didn't like, he stomped off an a huff, dragging the kicking and screaming males behind him.
"S-stop! Stop it! Thomas! Leave them alone!"
Blake finally found her voice, not that it did much to sway either one of them. With absolute disgust, she turned towards Luda Mae's friends, who were watching the whole event like it was a spectator sport, casually sipping at their tea.
"W-why d-don't you do anything about this?!"
With a sigh, Luda Mae stood up and grabbed Blake from behind before the girl could try anything. She gently 'shushed' her while the three unlucky victims were hauled off to await their terrible fates in the basement. Blake continued to struggle and could no longer keep the tears from flowing. She felt as though she was just kicked in the gut.
"None of that now, don't wancha getting' all sick again," Luda Mae said, sternly, leading Blake back to her chair.
When her two friends looked on Blake with concern and confusion, Luda Mae explained, "Few weeks back, two heathens broke in an' tried to kill us and take her away from Tommy. Poor Blake is understandably upset when new ones is brought in, thinks they might try to hurt her or Tommy."
'How can anyone be this delusional?!' Blake thought to herself, over her angry, terrified screams.
She wasn't worried about what "they" would do to her or Thomas! Blake was far more worried about what Thomas and his Uncle would do to them!
Eventually, her yelps and whimpers just turned to anxious pants and heavy breathing. She trembled violently and tears rolled down her cheeks, having completely lost her appetite. A short while later, Thomas came back upstairs, still wearing his bloody slaughtering apron though he had thankfully left the chainsaw downstairs. He wore a different face this time, one he had taken perhaps a week or so ago. Blake curled in on herself once again, casting a pained, momentary gaze towards him.
'Why, Thomas? Why do you continue to hurt them?'
'Protect pretty Blake... protect family.' was Thomas' answer, 'Bad, mean, cruel people.'
Blake partially blamed herself. She knew Thomas was a killer before, but after explaining to him what and who the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation were, he seemed to think that anyone and everyone out there in the world was part of that crazy cult out to take Blake away from him, or at least that's what it seemed like. That paired with almost never questioning an order from his family lead to a recipe for disaster.
In complete contrast to how he had treated his two prisoners, Thomas cautiously approached Blake, still feeling a little bit nervous of Luda Mae's two friends. The massive brute knelt down and wrapped his arms around the young psychic from behind, gently nuzzling against her. After everything, he was truly happy to see her, having been gone most of the day. Not knowing what else to do and terrified of upsetting Thomas, his mother, or her friends, Blake grasped his powerful arm and leaned into his bicep, crying softly.
"Oh...you was right, Luda Mae. Simply adorable. Tommy's one lucky boy."
The large lady smiled softly over the rim of her tea cup at the sight before her and Henrietta sighed softly, "I think this will be really good for Tommy. To have a wife and child to look after."
"Tommy, the poor girl's been a little shaken up. Why don'tcha take 'er upstairs so she can get in a little rest before supper. Don't want her getting all sick again, do ya?"
At his Mamma's suggestion, Thomas nodded obediently, effortlessly lifting the trembling little female into him arms. Blake wanted to scream at them, curse them for what they were doing, but all that came out were a few frightened sobs. As Thomas carried her away, chain dragging behind the two of them, Luda Mae went back to gabbing with her friends, telling them all sorts of falsehoods about the current situation.
When they passed by the sliding metal door to the basement, Blake winced painfully, hearing the pain filled screams far more clearly in her head then she did with her own ears. Upon closing her eyes, visions of the two men hanging on meat hooks, barely alive in the dank basement greeted the psychic, followed by images of Hoyt doing unspeakable things to that poor girl.
'They were never going to hurt any of us.' Blake pleaded, burying her face against Thomas' shoulder.
'Others... always hurt. Always bad to family. Pretty Blake needs to understand.'
Sometimes speaking to Thomas was like speaking to a brick wall. And although Blake picked up on the slightest hints of sorrow in his voice, she knew he would not change his mind. For too many years, he had been brainwashed to obey his family's commands. That kind of conditioning doesn't go away after a few days. A few weeks. A few months. Or, there was the possibility that he was under pressure from his cruel Uncle or overbearing Mother. Regardless, Thomas truly felt that he was doing what was best to keep Blake safe.
Gently, he laid Blake down on her bed, looking out the window for a moment as a flash of lighting momentarily illuminated the room. After tucking the blanket around her, Thomas kissed her on the forehead before leaving, locking the door behind him. She could hear him, stomping off towards the basement to take care of "work". At that moment, Blake knew she couldn't just sit idle while somebody else suffered. Not again. Wiping away her tears, she sat up in bed and turned on her room light before grabbing her sketchbook, flipping to a blank page.
"Maybe not all of you will have to end up in here." she whispered, as she began to draw.
*Much Later that Night*
Long after the events of the day, humiliation, suffering through dinner with Luda Mae's friends constantly asking about when to expect the new member of the family, it was actually a blessing to return upstairs for bed. Thomas snored softly, indicating that by now he was fast asleep. Blake however, was wide awake. She had made up her mind and knew what needed to be done. Cautiously, she rolled over, noting the giant brute's current condition as he slept. He didn't even seem to notice as she quietly slipped out from under his arm.
Hardly daring to breathe and heart fluttering in her chest, Blake took a quick look around the darkened room, seeing if she could find the key to her bindings without making too much noise. With no such luck, as Thomas hid it very well or just put it up where she wouldn't be able to reach, the girl turned to "plan B." Blake withdrew her makeshift lock picks out from under the hiding place in the mattress. Several hours alone, being sick, with little to do left her with lots of time to practice. After just a few minutes, the first lock of her shackles clicked open. (Quite an improvement to the usual half an hour to two hour long struggles she had in the beginning with that old, rusted lock she practiced on.)
She stopped what she was doing, wide-eyed and holding her breath when she heard Thomas grunting and shifting in his sleep. Once he settled back down, none the wiser, Blake shed herself of the second shackle. For a brief moment, the girl just enjoyed the feeling of her wrists being... light. That damn chain was heavy! Now free, Blake quietly grabbed some of the little projects she had been working on. A makeshift sheath that could wrap around her thigh, originally intended to be concealed under a skirt, stitched together with the scraps she squirreled away, holding two of her sharpened wooden stakes. Wasn't much, but it was something. After picking the lock to her room door and hearing the satisfying 'click', Blake tucked her lock picks into the pocket of the large button down shirt she was still wearing, and snatched her sketchbook and teddy bear off the nightstand.
"This, I'll leave for you, Thomas," Blake whispered, putting her hand over her copy of the book "In your Nightmares" that remained on the nightstand, "I don't even know if you can read, but this story has always given me hope. There is a path to redemption for anyone, should they choose to find it. Forgive me, Tommy... I failed you."
The girl cast Thomas a sad look, then turned away, slipping out into the dark hallway without making a sound. Her father may have to wait a little longer before the truth of his death could be unveiled, but she couldn't let the guilt that she felt weigh her down. Blake knew what she needed to do... escape!
::To be Continued::
Author's Notes: Yes! Got another one up! Getting onto double digit chapters now! I was originally aiming for about 20 chapters, but don't be surprised if it ends up being like, 25-30 chapters. lol Anyways, I thought I'd give some more time with the doggies, since the poor things have just been locked up this entire time. Blake's disturbing dreams are starting up again as well.
I thought I'd give Henrietta and the Tea Lady a bit of time, since they seemed to be very close friends of Luda Mae and are totally cool with the savageries going on in that house. Blake's thought process when Henrietta is talking about what a "Sweet Boy" Thomas is is based off my own reaction when I saw the movie. All I could think was, "You wouldn't be thinking that if he came charging at YOU with that roaring chainsaw!"
Now Blake is severely questioning herself, and if what she's been trying to do could ever really help Thomas. But with her own sanity and health to think about, she makes a bold decision. Question is... is it the right one?
Reviews are my coffee, as always. Tell me how I'm doing. Anything you'd like to see? (I can't put everyone's suggestions in of course, but they would still be fun to read.)
Disclaimer:: I do not claim to own The Texas Chainsaw Massacre or any of it's characters. The references to Jason Voorhees and Lisa Voorhees are from Lady_Vorrhees' story, The Strange Good Girl.
