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Like cat and mouse. Only if the cat wore masks from its victims.

Creeping up the stairs being sure to take two at a time neither male knew what they were looking for or what they were going to find for that matter, their hearts were in their mouths and their stomachs felt like they had been turned into a mess of knots, which was making their legs buckle and their knees to crack as they banged against themselves. Dan was in the vain hope that whatever twisted person lived in here would have some form of food upstairs, because until the kitchen was clear this would be their sanctuary until they were able to get what they need and then make it out of here, faster than someone could say : Bobs your uncle.

Thomas was becoming more inraved with self doubt and anger by the second, he had double checked the area once again just incase it might have slipped down under the sofa but after finding the scrunched up note, he knew that this was no accident. He didn't pin the blame on Hoyt as he knew that the fake sheriff would have brought the necklace and note to him, in front of Susie before he would be able to give it to her to humiliate and degrade him. clenching his fists and grinding his teeth a habit that he used to have when he was a child which meant that he went to the dentist as much, as he would get bullied at school he marched out of the room his angry footsteps muffled by the more yelling of Hoyt trying to defend, himself about his torn pants. Charging down the steps this time not having to dodge his knees by a chainsaw in his grasp, his feet sloshed around in the ankle-deep water his dark brown eyes glancing around every corner of the inclosed area before he found what he was looking for; a hatchet laying lazily against the keys of the piano that he had never bothered to play, apparently it was handed down from every generation of Hewitt through the ages and it just so happened that now instead of bringing joy to those, who wished to play it it remained down in the basement with Thomas dripping in blood that had been splattered onto it by his chainsaw.

Oh how the mighty have fallen...

Testing the weight of the hatchet in his hand by tossing it into the air a couple of times he clambered back up the steps, finding it harder rather than coming down them. He left the heavy door open allowing the basement to get some form of air also if the colperates who were reasonable for stealing the necklace where around and they tried to hide, he would be able to hear the door closing with such ease he would even make Hoyt shit a brick at the speed that he would move. Standing between the room that he left where the necklace was and the bottom of the stair case his sensitive hearing picked up the faintest creek, which made his head turn slowly to the side causing the straps that kept his mask pressed against his face to slide down and tickle his ear lobe, but he didn't give it the satisfaction of allowing it to annoy him and instead began to make his way stealthily up the stairs.

Sam was starting to sweat as he stood alone in a dark room that seemed to have not been used in months, then again judging the bad paint job that was done on the outside of the house it wouldn't surprise him if the place hadn't been, used in almost years. Leaning back against the wall only to quickly draw himself forward again as it caused the wooden boards to groan in distress, he looked around the door room wandering in fear where Dan had managed to scuttle off to.

"Dan?!"

He hissed through clenched teeth only to freeze at the sound of stair boards creaking, he could tell by the movement that they weren't leading down stairs but they were coming up. He began to grip onto his shirt thinking that it would drown, out the sound of his own beating heart as he held onto his head which caused his head to throb, he could feel tears starting to burn his eyes as the floor boards stopped creaking and he could hear the faint sound of heavy whispering, just on the other side of the door, his inner child was reminding him back onto those fateful nights when his brother would joke around about the house being haunted then at night when everyone had gone to bed, Dan would come out and scratch at his door and make horrible groaning noises. Maybe that is what Dan had done now, he must had somehow crept down the stairs and was now walking back up them in order, to give him a scare. He smiled in triumph at the fact that he was able to figure it out pushing away his fear and the nagging voice in the back, of his mind that his mother always told him to listen to he wound his fingers around the door and pulled it open talking in a cheery tone of voice.

"Dan you can stop this foolishness I know its-"

He was unable to finish his sentence as the next sound that was heard a grizzly and gruesome sound of a human skull cracking, and brains being sliced. Sam seemed to stand there unmoving his left eye blinked, his body flinched as the sound was repeated which made his body fall back onto the ground with a loud 'thump!' blood started to pour out onto the ground, along with some brain tissue that hung from the shattered skull, only to ooze down onto the ground, Thomas looked down at the body with a tilted head he crouched down next to it and shoved his hands into the pockets and began, to feel around he felt nothing that resembled a necklace, growling he yanked his hands out of the pocket rose up his hand which held onto the bloody hatchet and brought it down sharply causing Sam's neck to be cut deep, Thomas brought his arm down a second time this time cutting the head off.

Sasha - "Sam!"

The young female woke with a yell clutching tightly onto the blanket that covered her body, tears dribbled down her face as she turned her head and looked towards a groaning Willow who began to slowly sit up and smooth down her rat tails known as hair. The younger woman scowled at Sasha as she started to complain about needing her beauty sleep, before she turned over in the front seat and went back to sleep. Sasha merely rolled her eyes she hated Willow and was more concerned about her dream, she leaned back and laid down as she trailed her hand down her face trying to get her heart beat back to its normal pace.

Sasha - "It was just a dream... Just a dream."

She began to whisper to herself over the sound of Willow's less than lady like snores, but the dream seemed so real:

A man standing in an apron wearing a mask made out of human flesh, and eyes, eyes so cold and evil that it was like looking into a child of Satan's eyes.

Note - Ouch... That was harsh even for me. (Sasha's description of Thomas...) Anyway please R & R thank you.