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 7: Resurgence

*Somewhere on the Outskirts of Travis County*

In the early morning hours, just outside of what may have been a town at one point, something dark began to stir. A little, old fashioned one story ranch style house stood alone against the backdrop of the woods, obscured from the sight of the road. The animals, goats, pigs and chickens, were restless in their pens and could not rest. Inside seemed like a nice, cozy little home, save for the carcasses of two goats littering the hallway and the copious amount of blood smeared and spattered on the wall, some of it just splashed there, some of it being used to write runes and various words on the walls and floor. The homeowners, a sweet elderly couple that had been watching their grandchild for that week, both lay across the dining room table, throats slashed and entrails spilling out. They had also been partially consumed. All around the house, ritualistic candles had been lit, providing the only source of light and the air was thick with the smell of incense, herbs and coppery blood. Written on the wall of the dining room, covering up the various family photos and all were written the words, "We are all his Children," and "Praised be the Darkness Below. To the Honored Mother, we pledge our Flesh, Bone, and Blood."

The cult's acolytes had followed every lead, every inkling of information that they could get, desperately trying to pick back up on Blake's trail. Last any of them heard, Blake and her father had entered Travis County Texas. Shortly after, Diablo and his hunting party vanished without a trace. From Springwood to Crystal Lake to Elk Grove, the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation spread like a vile plague, until their new leader had summoned them.

Sitting at the head of the table, licking the blood and bits of flesh off of a glove fitted with shining steel blades on the fingers sat a man in about his thirties wearing a black robe with dark red and green accents. A fancy gold amulet depicting a goat's head in the center of an upside down pentagram adorned his neck. His teeth had been elongated, then filed down into sharp points, giving a rather animalistic appearance. But most striking, his hair, stark, snowy white. And those eyes: harsh, cruel golden-amber eyes that seemed to glow in the dark like a predictor's. He called himself Lucian Rake, self-appointed Lord of the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation, Successor to Amelia Rake by his own hand.

There were three others with him, reveling in the carnage they had caused.

The first, a man by the name of Axle Walker, who could have frighteningly blended in with the rest of "normal society", having just changed out of his occult robes and back into his state patrolman's uniform and standard issue gear. Next to him was a plump, teenage girl with dark red dyed short hair and what looked like self-inflicted burns on her face. She couldn't have been more then sixteen years old, yet she wore robes that while not as nice as Lucian's, still had enough ornamentation to let others in the cult know she wasn't a common acolyte. Miranda Skinner, though young, was no soldier to take lightly as she had already earned her place as Second in Command. Lastly, a shaggy-haired man in his late twenties with a multitude of spiraling tattoos on his face and arms. Darius Gordon. He too was dressed in dark, sinister robes, though instead of the standard pentagram amulet, his was on a ring. In a sheath by his side was an electric prod.

"Lord Lucian, you called upon us?" questioned the female, Miranda.

The man in the chair, glanced up from his bladed hand, "Turns out we've been chasing our tails, Miranda. There's a very good reason we have yet to find the girl."

"Based on what I've seen from the 'Missing Persons' cases, Blake McCormick and her father were last seen entering Travis County Texas, then it's as if they just dropped off the map." Axle mentioned, "I've asked around, no one claims to know anything about it."

"Perhaps... she never left, if you... know what I mean." Suggested Darius, as he pulled a knife out from under his robes, "And the Honored Mother's line is regretfully finished."

Lucian just grinned in a most sinister way as he stood up, dragging his claws along the length of the messy table, stopping to pluck up a bit of flesh on the end on his index blade, "You're right, Darius. Indeed she never left, but neither is she dead. Oh no... not little Blake. But... I sense something, I've sensed it from the moment I got here. A great evil lurking and masquerading in plain sight. Well hidden. Unrest. Torment. Murder. Yet... it has kept her, here, this entire time. We find this rival, we find Blake McCormick."

"How do... how do you know?" Miranda asked, curiously, "we've been searching for weeks, trying to pick up their trail. And haven't found a thing."

"Loosing faith in the Darkness Below, are we?" Lucian questioned, with a low growl in his voice, "Must I already find another to fill your position, Miranda? Just as the Honored Mother did, I have my ways!"

Miranda bowed her head, taking in a nervous breath, "Forgive me, my Lord. What is it that you command of us?"

Looking over his soldiers, Lucian pursed his lips in thought, remaining painfully silent for a a few minuted before finally speaking up.

"Axle, you're place among the local law enforcement in and of itself in a huge asset to our cause. Carry on as though it were business as usual. If you learn ANYTHING, no matter how small, report directly to me."

At Lucian's order Axle nodded, "It's almost time for me to begin my shift anyway. Pardon me, my Lord, but I must take my leave."

As the two-faced patrolman left to go about his duties, completely unphased by the brutal murders he no doubt had assisted in, Lucian turned to Miranda next,

"Miranda, call as many of our remaining covens to arms as can be spared. They will need to be prepared. Have them leave their marks, let the outsiders know we're here. If we cannot go to them, we will bring them to us."

"I'll gather the faithful. Some of our dormant brothers and sisters will have to remain in Crystal Lake to keep the peace there, but all under my direct command here are yours, my Lord." Miranda stated.

"Excellent. I trust the eyes of our brothers and sisters more then the common sheep that roam this world, I want eyes and ears scouring this place."

Now it was Darius' turn to grin at Lucian, "I'm the best one you've got. Learned from my Grandpa. The only thing is... I miss using the dogs, watching the fear in a mortal's eyes as sharp fangs and claws relentlessly rip flesh from bone."

With a sigh, Lucian finished carving a rune into the corpse's flesh that he had been picking at idly,

"Darius, you know why we can't..."

"Yes... I know... to the Devil's Pits, do I know!" he growled, with distaste, "No matter, Grandpa always made good use of this pretty thing here." Darius snickered, stroking the handle of his electric prod fondly.

Lucian flexed his bladed glove, admiring the sheen of the blood-covered steel in the flicker of candlelight. It had taken a while, but he had finally put together enough of the old cult to breathe new life back into it. Of course, he had his secrets, one he jealously kept guarded.

"Soon, the Honored Mother's flesh and blood will be reunited within our folds, one way or another. I cannot claim to be Amelia Rake. But just as my father before me, I stand by her memory. The power she displayed... the power... of a god." he trailed off, grinning wickedly at the blades gracing his fingertips, "By the Blood of the Honored Mother, we will bring The Soldiers of Eternal Damnation back to it's former glory. The nightmare will live again! Those that refuse to bow, will die!"

"PRAISED BE THE DARKNESS BELOW!"

While Axle may have had to leave early, there was still one more thing for Lucian and his followers to have fun with. The three of them made their way past the kitchen and living room, heading straight for the hall where the bedrooms were located. From one of them, a muffled and terrified whimpering could be heard. Already, Lucian could feel it in his mind, the writhing, squirming tendrils grasping at his mind, eager for the next sacrificial lamb to be offered. It was time for his 'friends' to feed again.

'It will be just as it was before, my friends. I shall fulfill what Lady Amelia could not. You will have Amelia's flesh and blood. Blake McCormick!'

'Kheheheheeeeeeeee... Lucian... do not make promises that you cannot keep, like she did. Young Blake has grown in strength and power. Even she does not fully understand what she is capable of!' hissed the multitude of slithering, dark voices within his mind, 'Be warned. There is another, Lucian... one who wants her for himself, and he will not easily be swayed to surrender his claim.'

'Then I shall MAKE him surrender!'

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Unable to resist any longer, Blake had slipped into an uneasy sleep in the early morning hours. All night long, her head throbbed from where she had pounded it against the wall in her delirium, she had several little self inflicted cuts in her skin, caused by digging and slashing with her own nails, though by far, it felt the worst between her legs. A constant reminder of what had happened, what Blake lost. Tossing and turning in her fitful slumber, the girl began to pant heavily as several images flashed by in her mind like a dizzying slide show.

The farmhouse that was now her prison, inside the basement, with the tables stacked full of dismembered body parts and that grimy bathtub overflowing with blood and entrails. Then there were the faces of the poor, innocent people that had been needlessly and brutally murdered, Hoyt's sinister grin boring down on her from the darkness. But in another flash, Blake found herself in a much more welcome environment. She was standing on the shore of a lake, surrounded by old growth forest. A comforting, familiar place at last. The girl wore a white halter top sundress, which not only draped elegantly over her feminine curves, but showed off the wings tattooed on her back as well.

'Blake... my sweet, sweet kitten...' whispered a familiar voice, through the trees.

"Daddy?" Blake asked, as she looked around.

There was no one there, not even her dogs. But when she turned her head back, the girl nearly jumped in surprise, her father's image suddenly appearing right in front of her.

'I love you,'

While Blake heard his voice fill her head, his mouth never moved. Tobias gave her a sad smile, gently placing two fingers against her cheek, tenderly.

"I miss you... so much, Daddy. Please... come back to me." Blake begged, reaching out.

If only she could really touch him. Feel the warmth of his skin and soul alike, the love that touched her heart. Seeing him here and now, it was so real, too good to be true, it had to be a dream and Blake knew it. Tears began streaming down her face, realizing that this wasn't to last and she'd wake up in the real nightmare once again.

'But... I never left you, kitten... now, you need to wake up and be strong, never let them break you... wake up, little one. It'll be alright.'

Before Blake could ask or say anything more, a bright, blinding golden light shone in her eyes. With a startled moan, Blake's bleary, tired eyes opened and the girl involuntarily shook herself awake, making the chains locked on her wrists clink with each movement. She was still on the floor, where she had condemned herself, naked, however there was a blanket wrapped around her small, fragile frame and a pillow beneath her aching head. Tucked in her arms was a familiar friend, the old, worn out teddy bear she had been gifted long ago as a child. The physical pain still lingered, though it had since faded into a dull throb that only really hurt when she moved suddenly. But the mental anguish of what she had endured... abject terror and absolute humiliation, that was another story.

Groaning softly, Blake glanced around the all to familiar room, then let out a yelp and curled in on herself. She could feel her breathing and heart rate became rapid once her mismatched eyes landed on Thomas. The brute appeared to be quite tired himself, as though he hadn't slept well at all or had just been woken up after a short nap. He was sitting on the floor, thankfully clothed, leaning against the wall. Had he been there all night? Keeping watch over her? Sometime after she succumbed to exhaustion, he had taken the opportunity to try and make her a little bit comfortable. At this moment, it looked as though Thomas was debating whether or not he should reach out and touch the girl. The sheet that had been covering her slipped, reveling the angel wings on her back. How he loved those; unique and beautiful just like her eyes. A stark contrast to what he was.

"D-don't-!" Blake stammered, shrinking back further, "D-do y-you even have any idea... what-?"

Before she could finish, the lock to the bedroom door had been opened and in stepped Luda Mae, causing the girl to let out a frightened squeak. The older woman held what looked like a folded up white and light blue dress, undergarments, and apron in her hands and she hummed softly to herself, though abruptly stopped when she took notice of her son and Blake on the floor of their room.

"Good heavens! Whatcha two doin' on the floor there like that?" she let out a small sigh and rolled her eyes.

(Well, to be fair, it must have been a little strange to see them like that.) When she took a look at the rather messy, crumpled sheets on the bed, Blake could have sworn that she saw Luda Mae crack a smile. Thomas let out a whimper and a low rumble from his chest, reaching out to the still shaken and quiet female curled up beside him. With Luda Mae there, watching, Blake just closed her eyes and tried not to tremble, tried not to cry, as the giant stroked the bare, exposed skin of her back.

'Mamma and Uncle Hoyt said it was good to do with Blake, but... pretty Blake upset.' Thomas' gravely voice grunted faintly in her mind.

"Hmmm?" Blake muttered so softly, even she wasn't sure if she had actually made any noise.

Her head lightly lifted off the pillow, though she pressed herself as far against the wall as she could, holding her blanket tightly over her body in order to keep herself covered when Luda Mae approached her.

"Sweet child, I know it was... yer first time and all that, but there is nothin', and I mean nothin' to be ashamed of," the elderly woman stated, "If ya soiled the bedding, ya coulda gotten fresh linens from the hall closet. Ya'll didn't have to sleep on the floor! Oh my, my, my... I never." she laughed softly with adoration, as though she thought that the sight before her was one of the cutest things she had ever seen, "I appreciate the consideration, but it wouldn't have bothered nobody, no how. We'd have understood."

Blake could hardly believe her ears. Was THAT honestly why that insane old harpy thought she was upset? Because of bedsheets and blankets soiled with her blood and other bodily fluids? Not the fact that her titanic son forced himself upon her while Hoyt coached him on how to do it?! Her cheeks flushed, a mixture of anger and embarrassment flooding her at this moment.

"I'll go an' git some fresh bedding an' take these down to be washed. Tommy, why doncha give the girl there a nice bath? Let her freshen up fer the day ahead." Luda Mae suggested, before pulling the old, soiled sheets off the bed.

'Make Blake... get better...' Thomas grunted in his head, before getting up and shuffling his way into the small bathroom and started up the water.

Meanwhile, Blake stayed where she was, her thoughts racing as Luda Mae prattled on and on about how wonderful things were going to be, voicing her thoughts on how blessed the two of them, Blake and Thomas, would be if they conceived on the first try. How a gentle soul like Blake would make a wonderful mother for her future grandbabies and devoted wife to Thomas.

'Such a beautiful thing... she's finally bloomed into a woman,' Luda Mae gushed, quietly in her mind, as she left the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Once she was gone, Blake perked up again. Sure, there was the familiar pounding that accompanied it, but she hadn't just been imagining it. She WAS hearing thoughts again! But... would that mean that soon, the dead would speak to her too? In a place like this where so many people have died? Violently and painfully? Just imagining all the voices that could potentially flood her mind with their anguished screams and cries for help that would never come, it'd be enough to drive her completely mad! They... they couldn't know about her powers, it was the one advantage over them that she had! God only knows what they'd do if they discovered what she really was.

Heavy footsteps coming out of the bathroom snapped Blake out of her thoughts. There was Thomas, stooping down to the much smaller girl's level. At first, Blake gave him a reproachful look, though once Luda Mae came back in, holding a bundle of clean sheets, the young psychic thought better of rejecting the giant and allowed herself to be handled. It was a struggle not to grimace and whimper as Thomas' enormous hand felt and pet at her belly, as though he were feeling around for something.

"T-Thomas... p-please..." Blake finally squeaked out, when the embarrassment became too much.

"Tommy... it'll be too soon to tell right now," Luda Mae sighed, happily as she watched just how eager her son was to check if Blake was carrying already, "I tell ya, that boy is nothin' but a big sweetheart towards family. Can't wait to make the biggest contribution of all."

Although Thomas was pleased to have gotten much praise from his Mamma, he couldn't help but notice how scared and upset Blake still was as he carried her to her bath. The girl hugged the sheet she was wrapped in close to her body, lying limply in Thomas' arms. She wanted to cry and scream when the titan of a man began to gently peel and pry the sheet off of her, but with his overbearing and delusional mother just a flimsy, wooden door away, Blake didn't want to give her the satisfaction. But the fear was there; what if Thomas decided to take her again? What would be there to stop him? Blake was naked, defenseless, and still in chains. Yet, as always, Thomas remained gentle with her, slowly lowering her trembling body into the deliciously warm, soothing water.

Blake's breathing evened out and she could feel her muscles relaxing. Thomas just knelt down beside her, lightly running his large finger down her cheek, catching a tear that had escaped.

'Even on his knees, he's huge...' Blake found herself thinking, taking in a nervous gulp.

Grunting softly, with a slightly confused look in his eyes, Thomas looked around the small bathroom, as though he thought he had heard something, but shook his head, paying it no mind. Perhaps it was just his imagination. Carefully, Thomas took a soft washcloth with a sweet-scented body wash already lathered in it and began scrubbing the girl clean.

"W-what y-you d-d-did... w-what you do... it's wrong..." Blake stammered, with a slight gulp as she began to squirm with discomfort.

Thomas just shook his head again, though he didn't appear angry, 'Not wrong, Blake don't understand. Protect family. Care for pretty Blake. Baby will grow soon.'

Although the anger and severe distrust towards Thomas was still there, and would likely scar her for life, Blake knew that she'd have to tread carefully. It was obvious by now he honestly had no idea or concept of just what he had done or was doing. Hoyt was the one who carefully orchestrated the... events of the last night. He played Thomas and tricked him into assaulting her! But... the great brute really didn't know any better or understand.

"Thomas... d-did y-y-you k-know... t-that you really hurt m-m-me? T-that you scared me l-last night?"

She kept her tone soft and quiet, silently praying that she wouldn't hurl him into a tantrum. Thomas however appeared to be listening and processing her words, curiously examining the girl as he bathed her. Come to think of it, if all girls "wanted" it as Hoyt told him, why did she kick, squirm, and fight to try and get him to stop? Was Hoyt still angry about that night when Blake attacked him out of a reflex reaction?

'Uncle Hoyt... family.' Thomas grunted, mentally.

Though in all honesty, it sounded like he was stretching for a reason to believe Hoyt... and was failing. His Uncle told him one thing, yet the results were in front of his very eyes. Thomas had only wanted to prove to Blake that he loved her, instead, she only became more afraid.

"T-Thomas...?" Blake asked, taking in a deep, terrified breath before she picked her next words, "A-a-am I... n-n-not family too? S-shouldn't... m-my words... c-carry some weight?"

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It had been some time, almost evening, since Thomas had bathed her and although Blake would have rather curled up in a corner to die, she was instead downstairs, tidying up the living room while deep in thought. Soon, Luda Mae would request the girl's help in the kitchen, that was to be expected. The fact that she knew where everything was in the house, from the kitchen arrangements to where the linens were stored and how each family member liked their clothes hung up and folded... it was kind of scary. Possibly even a firm reminder that she may have been getting too comfortable there, whether she knew it or not.

Blake never did get an answer out of Thomas, more like a stunned silence, so much so that he couldn't even create a coherent thought for her to read. Of course, the giant of a man remained gentle with her, but, before Thomas finished up and left with Hoyt to carry out their own "chores", Blake saw the glint of suspicion in Thomas' eye when he looked at his Uncle. He knew Hoyt wasn't happy with what Blake had done, he knew Hoyt wasn't happy that he didn't want to share.

Perhaps, while he never really had an answer for her, at the very least, Thomas was willing to consider what she said. Consider the possibility that maybe his family... was wrong!

'It... may not be much... but it is a start.' Blake sighed to herself.

Of course, there would be a lot more to be done. Now that she knew what this family intended to use her for, Blake realized that now more then ever, she needed to escape. But where would she even go? Her home in Springwood wasn't safe anymore, if it was even still standing. Crystal Lake? With her former guardian angels... it would have been nice, if she knew what happened to them. Maybe if anything else, she could hide out in the tunnels running underneath the old campgrounds. There were plenty of food and supply stashes out there if one knew where to look, enough for her to start building a home out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the serene woods and the beautiful lake. All Blake did know was that she couldn't stay here.

"B-but what... what if...? N-no... please... n-no."

Blake stopped herself, not even wanting to think it, but it was there, lingering in her mind. Subconsciously, she ran her hand over her midsection, trying to swallow the dry lump that formed in her throat. What would these people even want with a baby? Something else for them to corrupt and twist as they did Thomas? Then there was the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation... the sick, twisted things they would perform should they get their hands on her and discover-

'W-with a-any luck, i-it didn't happen. N-nothing... -gulp- caught...'

The thought was making Blake physically ill. Though she nearly acted on it when a loud scream from the basement pierced the relative quiet of the evening. Blake could hear the roar of the chainsaw starting up, then... painful, wretched silence bringing tears to her eyes. Then there was Hoyt, announcing his presence to Luda Mae as he strode in through the kitchen and grinned from ear to ear while he passed Blake on his way to the basement.

"I always find that a girl looks best on her knees. Of course with my nephew, you'd need a stepping stool to please him that way. Hahahahaaaa!" he jabbed, before shouting after Thomas, presumably to talk him into performing more forced sexual acts on her.

It was a painfully firm reminder for Blake of where she was and why she could never just 'stay' here. Murder, torture, rape, and kidnapping, and that was just the start!

'Oh Hell no!'

She would not be broken. She would not crumble. One way or another, Blake would remain strong. Her powers were returning, slowly but surly. Carefully, Blake would nurse them, then spring her gifts on those that kept her against her will, turn the family on each other and let them kill off themselves if need be. By any way necessary, Blake would fulfill her Father's wish for her and stay strong. She would survive.

::To be Continued::

Author's Notes: Another one up, and so soon too! This chapter is a lot shorter, for me anyways, and is more of a "breather".

We get an introduction to the Solders of Eternal Damnation's new leader, Lucian Rake. (For those of your that read my story, "Guardian Angels", you might remember Amelia's second in command. A man by the name of Phillip. Lucian is his son.) Very much Springwood Slasher inspired. (No, that's not the original glove, just a replica he had crafted for himself.) His cohorts Darius and Axel in particular, you might recognize their last names from "A Love Worth Killing For" and "Guardian Angels". Also, another tiny, Horror related honorable mention snuck in there. Can you guess what it is? Anyways, I haven't forgotten about these guys. It's going to be a real cannibalistic picnic here!

There's also the aftermath of, ahem, what happened in the bedroom with Blake and Thomas. I figure that a guy like Thomas really wouldn't understand or know any better, based on how he was raised. Right now, he just knows that Blake is broken and upset and wants to fix it. In a weird, twisted way, I find it kind of cute, actually. We also see... that Blake's powers are coming back. Ooooooooooh boy! Anyways, I do hope that you enjoy, please send me reviews, I love reading them! And I'll be back with another chapter at some point. PM is always open!

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.