Tom cried in fear and pain as Burt Hartman and his brother, Ollie started beating him. They were using lead pipes and crowbars, so it hurt twice as bad. He whimpered as he saw Heather run away leaving him to their mercy.

Wait! Why isn't she helping?

"Come here!" Ollie said grabbing her. "You remember me?"

Tom growled as he pulled him off Heather allowing her to escape to safety. Burt struck Tom again with the crowbar. He cried as Burt hit him across the face. Burt spat on him and continued beating him to a pulp.

"Come on, Ollie", he said. "Let's feed his ass to the shark."

The shark?

"Hit him, Burt!" Ollie said.

"Come here!" Burt said pushing Tom close to the meat grinder. "Move your big ass!"

He and Ollie continued hitting Tom, making him weak enough to stop fighting back.

"You're about to die, motherfucker. Just like your mommy, your sick cousins, and your damn horrible father."

Tom growled and tried to fight back. Burt had no right saying those things about his family. Burt and Ollie continued beating him, making him cry in pain.

"I'm going to end the whole Hewitt and Sawyer bloodline tonight", Burt said. "You and your pretty bitch niece! Go get that chain, Ollie."

He looked at Tom as Ollie ran to get the chain. Tom's face was all bloody as tears streamed from his eyes. Burt spat on him again.

"Grotesque excuse for a man", he said as he grabbed Tom by the throat. "You're not going to get off that easy, boy."

Tom gasped as he felt Burt and Ollie wrap the chain around his throat. He looked around wondering where Heather was. Was she safe? Was she going to come back and help him? Tom gasped for breath as he felt the chain tighten.

"You're about to get chewed up like a fucking cow!" Burt said.

"Fit for a pig meal is what you'll be", Ollie said.

"Turn it on and fire it up, Ollie."

Tom's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he tried to breathe. It was growing harder and harder for him with the chain around his neck. He heard the meat grinder turn on. The chain tightened even more as it began pulling him toward the grinder. He grabbed the chain and pulled trying to free himself.

"Out of all you Sawyers, all you Hewitts, all you sick fucks, the only one that gets out of the fire is the fucking retard's kid?" Burt said. "How the fuck did that happen?"

Pop's last living act Tom remembered.

"You're going to die today, you motherfucker. Just like your daddy."

Tom choked on the chain as he turned his head. He was coming closer and closer to the grinder. Was he really going to die? Burt continued hitting him.

"Hey! Hey!" they heard.

"Look who's back", Burt said turning away.

Tom looked to see Heather standing with a pitchfork. She came back to help. Heather tossed the pitchfork and picked up the chainsaw, tossing it to him.

"Do your thing, cuz!" she said.

Tom smiled at how lame that sounded, but she was right. It was time for him to do his thing. Tom picked up his chainsaw, blocking more attacks from Burt. He knocked Burt away and finally freed himself from the chain.

"You fucking cockroach", Burt said.

Tom looked up to see Burt attack Heather.

"I will fuck you up, you hear me?" he said. "You piece of fucking trash."

Tom growled and started up his chainsaw. He was not going to let Burt hurt his family again. Burt swung the crowbar at him trying to attack which Tom avoided. Burt swung again, but this time he missed completely. Tom took his chainsaw and cut off Burt's feet. He smiled as he heard him scream in pain.

"Oh, thank god, Hooper!" Burt said. "Shoot him!"

Tom turned to see the sheriff standing behind them with his gun out.

"Come on, shoot him! Shoot him!"

"Don't shoot!" Heather pleaded.

"Hooper, take him out!" Burt yelled.

Tom had heard enough. He revved his chainsaw and brought it down where Burt's hands were. Burt pulled away in time and backed away. Tom looked ahead of them and smirked. The meat grinder was right behind Burt. He kept bringing his chainsaw down in front of Burt, luring him to the grinder.

"Pull the trigger, you weak son of a bitch!" Burt yelled at the sheriff. "He's going to kill me!"

"Don't shoot him!" Heather yelled.

Burt grabbed onto the edge, hanging in front of the grinder.

"Hooper, finish what we started!"

With those words, the sheriff put his gun down. At the same time, Tom brought his chainsaw down, cutting Burt's hands off, letting him slide into the grinder to his death. He watched as his body was shredded to pieces.

"Can't get around the Good Book, Burt", the sheriff said knowing full well Burt deserved death. "Clean this shit up."

Tom watched the sheriff leave in disbelief. He was letting them go? He wasn't arresting them or anything? Tom sighed tiredly and looked at Heather who approached him. She gave him the smallest of smiles and reached out, turning the chainsaw off.

"Let's go home", she said.