Let the bodies hit the floor.

- Here comes the part that you have all been waiting for. The first part of Hewitts vs Bikers! xD

Satans Apprientace leaned back on his black painted bike, his body was shaking in the leather seat due to the rough uneven ground, that so many cattle had crossed over the years and so many young teenagers, had crashed before being dragged kicking and screaming to the Hewitt house. The bikers behind him mainly kept their eyes on the road, while the others (Janet) thought it would be more interesting to turn her head and look at the brown blood soaked cattle that laid on the ground, decomposing with birds perched on their rib cage as they looked down greedily at their prize that they did not have to work to get. It caused Jane to feel sick in the stomach, being a vegetarian ment that seeing things like this made her weak at the knees, something that the biker gang loved to rub in her face.

Hoyt was smirking, he was keeping a good distance away from the bikers, leaving him just enough room to speed up if they tried to make a break for it, which he hoped that they would -

He loved a good bike chase.

Satan leaned himself forward as he looked at his rear view mirror, that looked like the bike had long ears, his bushy blonde eyebrows lowered as he saw something that he hoped he would have to see, for at least another year or so. A sheriff's car.

Grinding his teeth together he slipped his hand away from one of the handle bars, as he lowered his hand towards his boot leg, his gloved fingers wrapped around the handle of the gun that was at least one inch thicker than his arm, and yet wieghed no more than a two hand guns. He rose his arm up, his hand shook a little as it tried to support the wieght of the gun, while the rest of his body tried to make sure that he had enough balance to steer the bike, with only one hand. He pulled the trigger as he shot to bullets into the air, the sound was loud enough for it to be heard over the sound of the bikes, that dragged up the earth like it was nothing more than weak play do'h.

As if on que all of the bikers reved up their bikes forcing the thick tyres to destroy the ground, as they started to speed up after Satan.

Hoyt who remained calm in his car only arched a grey eyebrow, when he saw what was going on, he shook his head slowly.

"They never will learn..."

He grumbled. Leaning himself forward he gripped onto his walkie talkie, as he pushed the red button and began to speak into it.

"We have ourselves some runners, bring up the crocodile teeth, we want the meat that God gave us to feast upon."

A low grunt was heard on the other end of the line, signalling that it could be only be Thomas, who had answered. Hoyt slammed the walkie talkie back down, as he began to pick up speed, switching on the siren in order to make those bikers, run towards the crocodile teeth with their exhaust pipes between their legs.

Back at the Hewitt house.

After getting the message from his uncle Thomas made his way towards, the back of the basement were he would keep many supplies - Knives, chains, hooks... But there was one thing that he rarely got to use, which was almost as good as his chainsaw. The crocodile teeth. He picked up the strange object that was much like chewed up chains, slininging it over his shoulder causing it to lazily bounce on his shoulder blades and spinal cord he made his way up the stairs, and out of the house without bothering to nod at Susie who had just walked down the stairs after taking freshing up after their kiss. Making his way down the porch steps, he walked a good two miles past his house, the sun was baking hot which caused his breathing to become uneven and heavy, not that he was trully bothered, he had suffered worse back when he was a child running away from the bullies. Going down onto his knees causing his steel toed shoes to slip under his bottom, in order to support himself, he placed the hook of the chainsaw teeth into the ground, banging it a few times with a rock he shook it making sure that it would not come out so easily.

Licking around his teeth and lips causing him to pick up the sweat that dribbled down under his mask, he stood himself up. His dark brown trousers covered in dusty and some small stones that managed to get, through the cheap stitching.

Walking across the ground he did the same with the other hook.

The crocodile teeth were easily seen close up, but anyone who was driving in this heat would just see heat waves, and only realise that they were driving over the teeth, at the sound of their tyres banging. It was a noise that you would not want, to be to close to. But Thomas remained where he was, wanting to see the action, and wanting to distract the drivers.

Well who can say they have seen a large man, wearing a blood soaked apron, and leathermask on a dialy basis?

On the road with Hoyt and the Bikers

Hoyt was watching the bikers through narrowed eyes and a hat that had fallen to rest just above his bushy eyebrows, that made him look like an unwise owl.

Lil' Bitch the one biker who wanted to prove herself to Satan had twisted herself around, in the seat of her bike gun in hand, as she started to shoot at Hoyts car wanting to crack the windscreen, or maybe even blow up one of the tyres. Most of the bullets landing on the ground picking up dust and scattering stones, that were caught under the ever growing speed, of the tyres. A few bullets managed to hit the lights on the roof, of the car which made Lil' Bitch cackle with joy, as she started to take aim for Hoyts head.

But Hoyt had other ideas.

Keeping one hand on the wheel he shifted himself around in his seat, as he positioned himself out of his window, so that his side rested against the gap where the window could come out, leaving his arm just enough strength to steer the car, as he used his other arm to take aim of Lil' Bitch. It did not take him long to get a good shot, the stupid bike rider was to busy trying to get his car to over turn with a few flat tyres.

It was not working.

Hoyt gritted his teeth as he squinted his eyes, the hot air was hitting him in the face, which such force he was surprised that his hat was able to grip onto his head. Gripping onto the gun he took aim and shot. It was like life was going in slow motion, as the bullet seemed to spin in the air as it went straight towards the side of Lil' Bitch's head. Janet who was riding beside her sister did not hear the sound of the gun shot, but as she turned to look at her sister, she did not fail to notice the bullet pushing through her sisters skull with force, as small splitered bits of skull went flying, catching in her wild hair, blood splatered the side of Lil' Bitch's face. Her body seemed to rock on the bike before it fell forward, the bike having no one to steer it, snapped to the side tossing its biker off, as it flipped in the air before crashing down, a few feet away from where Lil' Bitch lay.

Janet - "Noooo!"

Her sister shouted as she watched her sister, she snapped her head back to reality not failing to notice that none of the other bikers seemed to care, with this gang it was survive or be left behind. Janet spun her bike to the side pulling herself away from the safety of numbers, as she made her way straight towards where Lil' Bitch and her bike lay in the dust. Jumping from her bike she ran towards her sister, crouching down in the blood soaked dust she had just enough to pull the lifeless body onto her lap, before travelled through the side of her face, her eyes rolled around inside of her skull before she fell to the ground with a thud, her chest still rose and fell showing that she was very much alive.

Hoyt speed past meer seconds later laughing, at how easy it was to whack the stupid sister loving bitch across the side of the face.

The three remaining bikers continued on their journey, Road Kill turned his head as he looked to the side only just noticing a grand house, he arched a brow before he turned his head back round, his eyes widen when he saw what looked like a walking tree.

Road Kill - "What the hell is that...?"

He asked over the loud sound of engines roaring, and sirens chasing them. All of the bikers turned their heads, as they looked at the large man who stood motionless covered in blood, and seemed to be sweating by the way that his hair was stuck to his forehead, the only part of his flesh that was viewable on his face apart, from his eyelids. Being distracted by the man ment they failed to notice, how the ground seemed to be leaving them, and how their once numb behinds were leaving the seats of the bikes, and their bodies were being tossed around like rag dolls.

Road Kill landed on the ground with a harsh thud, his face badly grazed, his collar bone broken, his leg twisted the road way, his bike landing on top of him breaking at least three ribs, causing his left lung to punctuered. He was very much alive by cruel fate.

Gas Can landed on the small shrub, both of his legs had broken, a few of his teeth knocked out, the bone within his shoulder had popped out. His bike lay a few inches away from where he lay, the tyres spinning dangerously close to his face.

Satans Apprentice lay a few feet away from the other two bikers, his ankle was broken, his jaw dislocated, his forehead skinned from all of the flesh, a couple of ribs were broken but no lungs were punctured.

Hoyt pulled up a good foot away from where the ruined crocodile teeth lay, he opened the door of his car as he jumped out with a huge grin on his face, looking down at the mess that had been left in what he would call his back yard. He turned to Thomas.

"Come on Boy, lets get this stuff back to mamma's house..."