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 22: Trouble in the 3rd Ring of Hell
Snapping awake with a sharp gasp and raking his clawed-gloved hand across the metal table he was previously slumped over, Lucian's amber eyes fixed on the robed girl standing in front of him. Miranda didn't budge, not even the slightest flinch. She remained with her hand over her lord's. A few black candles burned, providing the only light and the herbal smell of incense mingled with that of rot and decay. It was enough to make any sane man's mind go into a complete haze.
"My Lord? What is it? Did you see anything?" Miranda questioned, hopefully.
A wicked grin crossed Lucian's face as the possessed cult leader's claws began to tap and scrape against the decrepit metal butchering table.
"I saw 'her' my dear Miranda... spoke to her and the creature that stole 'her' from me."
Miranda nodded in understanding; she knew full well what a true Child of Elm Street was capable of in the Realm of Dreams... provided they either lived long enough to develop their abilities or didn't go completely mad trying to understand them.
"One of the Hewitts?" she questioned, "As Walker described?"
"Oh... Walker didn't describe this one... but I've seen him before, through... other means. Thomas Hewitt. A great beast of a man, the one who used to work in this very slaughterhouse in fact. He's strong, but dull in the mind. He didn't even realize he was in a dream." Lucian elaborated, "As for pretty, young Blake..."
As he spoke, Lucian sliced one on the black candles cleanly in half, dimming what little light there already was, "It is imperative that she be taken alive! NO exceptions!"
'Yessssss... Lucian... bring them both to usssssss...' purred the demons slithering about the cult leader's blackened soul.
"B-but My Lord, i-if I may... she is The Honored Mother's Flesh and Blood, promised to The Darkness Below." Miranda interjected, "All this time, we've-"
A stern growl from Lucian quieted his second in command down. Perhaps the only reason he didn't gut her where she stood for questioning him in such a manner was because of her steadfast loyalty, an eagerness to kill for him, and rapid accumulation of new members.
"I like you, Miranda, but do NOT perceive to tell ME what I already know well and true!" Lucian warned, flicking one blade across the teen's cheek, "Let me finish... my dear..."
Miranda barely suppressed what may have sounded like... some sort of moan of pleasure, as though she enjoyed pain in some weird way. (Almost as much as she LOVED inflicting it,) "Mmmmhhhh... t-thank you, M-my Lord... of course. I-I am yours to command a-and to use."
Lucian leaned down at a distance most would consider uncomfortably close. With a moan, his near soot-colored tongue snaked from his mouth to lap up blood from the small cut on her cheek. Miranda practically shivered, her breaths coming out in short pants.
"Yes my dear, Blake was promised to The Darkness Below long ago. But, the child currently growing in her belly was not." Lucian explained.
"She-she's pregnant?!" Miranda quietly gasped.
Nodding, Lucian continued, "Blake's little spawn shall be the future of The Soldiers of Eternal Damnation. The blood of the Honored Mother flows through that child's veins."
When he finished, the cackling, eager, hissing voices of his "friends" filled his mind once more.
'Our hunger growssssss greater sssssstill... but!'
'Conssssssssider all debtssssss paid once WE have claimed the child, my friend.'
'Not even the sssssafty of the mother'ssssssss womb will defend from ussssss. Amelia herssssself would be mossssssst proud.'
A sick, twisted grin spread across Lucian's face. He loved this idea, grooming the child even before birth to bend to their will. It would take time, but time and isolation was something they happened to have right now.
"A young soul, my dear Miranda... easily corrupted and sculpted for those whom we serve. It is too late for Blake McCormick. She will never join our fold... but her child WILL!"
"A child of Elm Street... one of HIS genuine children." Miranda said, her voice practically giddy with excitement at the mere thought.
"The time has come, Miranda, I want you and-!"
Before Lucian could finish his order, a dull buzzing hum coming from the pockets of his robes caught his attention. He pulled out an old-style flip phone and hastily answered it. A smile crossed Miranda's partially burnt face, hearing Walker's voice on the other end. While naturally, light of Blake's pregnancy peeked her curiosity, she was also quite eager to hear what Walker had to share.
"Oh really? Interesting, VERY interesting..." Lucian purred, "You know what to do then..." he added, before hanging up and turning his attention back to Miranda, "Change of plans, my dear... and I think you'll enjoy them very much... You see... I've just... given you a little something... extra. It's time that you knew... don't tell any of the others... about my little friends..."
*Back at the Hewitt Farmhouse*
For a moment, all was bliss. Then like the lash of a whip, hard and cruel reality struck right back. Thomas' eyes snapped open and in a fit of blind confusion, he thrashed about wildly while groaning low in his throat. Noise, shouting, a lot of it, but it wasn't quite making any sense at the moment. With a start, Blake woke up from sleep as well, covered in a cold sweat and feeling somewhat ill at first. She turned around, resting her gentle hand on Thomas' shoulder in an attempt to calm him down before he accidentally struck her or himself in his panic. It took the brute a few moments to register that he was awake, and that his uncle was yelling at him.
"Thomas! Come on, ya can bang the bitch later, we gotta git now!" Hoyt shouted.
Obviously, the commotion had stirred Luda Mae as well, as she came to investigate what Hoyt was making such a ruckus about while Uncle Monty continued to shout from downstairs, trying to get a straight answer out of the rest of the family.
"Hoyt? W-what happened? Why is ya and Uncle Monty causin' such a-?" Luda Mae began.
"That bitch in the basement got loose, Mamma!" snarled Hoyt, casting a fleeting glare to Blake, as though he somehow knew she was behind it, "She found the damn tunnel in the basement and took off! After... aghhhh..."
It was obvious that Kaylie must have jumped him, and beat Hoyt with something heavy, as the bruises forming on the false sheriff's exposed skin didn't lie, nor did the fact that he was covered in dirt.
"Oh good heavens!" Luda Mae gasped, fearfully as her eyes widened and she put a hand up to her mouth in shock.
When Hoyt rounded on Blake, Thomas growled protectively, pulling her small form right up against his powerful chest.
"I know ya had yer hand in it, ya little bitch! Mamma... she did somethin', I just know it!" he accused.
"H-how?!" Blake questioned, hoping that an argument might buy Kaylie more time to escape, "Y-you haven't a-allowed m-me to see her in over a week. H-how could I have possibly done anything y-you're accusing me of?" she challenged further.
The girl fought to hold back her frightened tears, as Hoyt did genuinely terrify her. But when the furious and indignant man looked as though he was about ready the physically reprimand Blake, Thomas or no Thomas, Luda Mae was quick to put her foot down.
"Now don't ya dare, Hoyt! She had nothin' ta do with this!" she snapped.
Exactly what Blake was banking on. She knew that the old harpy wouldn't risk ANY harm coming to her grandbaby, especially not from her own family. However, the young psychic's relief only carried so far as the next words from Luda Mae's mouth sent freezing cold chills lancing up and down her spine.
"But ya and Tommy better git befer that little whore tells someone about what's goin' on here!"
'Just like that man to stir up a whole whirlwind of trouble!' she growled in her head, followed by a heaving, nervous breath.
"Ya heard Mamma boy, we gotta go! NOW!" Hoyt called, urgently, "Git yer shit together and git to the cruiser!"
"B-but-!" Blake tried to interject.
"I don't wanna hear it from you, girlie. We is gonna have a nice, long family discussion when Tommy and I git back with that bitch!"
With a furious and indignant snarl, Hoyt turned on his heel and left, loudly muttering a string of curses as he did. And after what Thomas just witnessed, he didn't want to leave Blake unattended. She didn't want him to leave either, however the pressure not to fail and anger his family was mounting until it became nearly unbearable. Thomas HAD to protect all of his family, and should Kaylie tell someone, the police would come and take Blake away, along with the rest of his family. But... should the 'bad demon men' come looking for her while he wasn't there to keep Blake safe... he knew what he needed to do.
"Please... T-Thomas... d-don't go!" the psychic pleaded, grabbing onto his muscular arm, 'You and I saw the same thing! Y-you know what he was, o-one of the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation. One of the people trying to take me away from you!'
'Tommy WILL keep pretty Blake and baby safe, keep all family safe.' Thomas mentally gruffed, "reassuring" her as he gave her a kiss to the forehead and momentarily held her small hands in his.
When Blake refused to let go of him, Luda Mae stepped in, giving the frantic and terrified girl a light dose of the sedative she always carried on hand, just for these sorts of emergencies. Thomas may not have liked it, but he knew Mamma was only doing what had to be done. Quickly and sloppily, he got himself dressed and ready for the hunt. The last he saw of Blake was the girl slumping down into her pillows while Luda Mae doted on her.
"Thomas..." Blake called out, weakly... 'T-thank you...'
"There, there now, sweet child, you just rest. Tommy and Hoyt will be back before ya know it with that nasty little whore," Luda Mae said, firmly, "Ain't no one gonna take this family apart."
Blake wasn't able to do much for the moment, since the sedative made her quite docile. However, clutched tightly in her small hand, hidden under the covers was a key-THE key-to the chains on her wrists. Before leaving, Thomas had trusted her enough to give that to her! Not because she asked or told him too. He chose to give it to her!
'Dear God... w-what have I done?' Blake questioned herself, fighting to keep the tears from flowing.
*Somewhere along the Travis County Highway*
Meanwhile, stumbling forward in the dark with only the dim light of the moon as her guide, Kaylie pushed herself as hard as she could. As much as the girl's body screamed for her to stop and rest, she knew that she couldn't afford to. It had to have been quite a sight, a girl covered in filth and blood in ripped clothes, holding a bloody meat hook; Kaylie looked like some sort of homicidal nutcase!
"No... no, no... please... help-stop!" she weakly cried out, upon reaching visual of the highway.
A car zipped on by down the road, paying her no mind, leaving Kaylie to choke on exhaust and dust. Tears filled the terrified girl's eyes. Getting out of that hellhole of a house was just the start, trekking through the unforgiving Texas plains on foot trying to wave somebody down was an all new kind of hell!
Her steps wavered and it was a battle just to remain upright. The initial rush of adrenaline had worn off, leaving Kaylie vulnerable and weak. Suddenly, she heard the hum of a car further down the road from behind and the headlights illuminated the shadows all around her. Kaylie's heart began to pound wildly in her chest and she nearly choked on her sobs. It was a police car... coming from the direction of THAT house!
When the cruiser's lights and sirens flicked on, only for a couple of seconds, she feared the worst; that phony sheriff caught up to her and now he was going to murder her and have that beast of a nephew of his butcher her for Sunday dinner! The car rolled to a stop, but Kaylie remained frozen in place, trembling as she held the meat hook in her hands. No more running! If she was to die, she'd die fighting!
"Come on... c-come on out of there a-and face me, mother fucker!" Kaylie screamed, "If you're g-going to fucking kill me, get it over with quick you son of a bitch!"
The driver's side door opened, revealing a man who most certainly was NOT Sheriff Hoyt. While the officer was cautious, as he had his gun drawn, seeing as there was a dirty, blood covered girl swinging a meat hook, the sandy-haired man had a look of concern on his face.
"Ma'am... I'm going to ask you to drop the weapon now... no one here is trying to hurt you. Let's stay calm, now." he instructed.
A sharp gasp left Kaylie's painfully dry throat as the metal rod slipped from her hands. She couldn't believe it... he wasn't Hoyt. It was a cop... A REAL one! A mixture of terror and relief filled the girl, giving her a wide range of conflicting emotions.
"O-oh my God! Y-you're r-real?! P-please! O-officer... I-I need-oh God!" Kaylie practically burst into tears, unable to finish what she was saying.
Slowly, the officer approached, holstering his weapon once Kaylie surrendered her weapon. Obviously, something terrible had happened to the poor girl.
"Calm down, now ma'am. Everything's gonna be okay."
"N-no it's not... t-that house... y-you need to get backup... now! T-they still have her, I-I managed to escape... b-but t-they still have a-another girl trapped there!" Kaylie babbled, her screams and sobs making it very difficult to understand her, "T-they're killers! Fucking-fucking murderers! M-my friends a-are dead... a-and h-he... t-that one..."
"Look, lets get you in my car and I'll take you somewhere you'll need to go, okay?" said, the officer, in a calm, gentle voice as he guided the distraught girl into the front seat of his cruiser.
Being in so much shock and horribly confused, Kaylie didn't fight the man much, though when she could see headlights coming from further down the road in the rear view mirror she began to panic.
"Hurry! Go, GO NOW! I-I think that's him! G-go!" she screamed.
"Who?" asked the officer, glancing over his shoulder before closing the driver's side door.
"T-the fake cop! The b-bastard t-that did this t-to me!" Kaylie shouted, frantically, "D-don't just sit h-here! W-we need t-to get t-the fuck out of here a-and get back u-up!"
Kaylie had the officer's full interest now. Without any further prodding, he put his cruiser into drive and took off, keeping a careful eye on the other car behind him. A slight smile crossed his face, 'Oh... I've got backup, alright...'
"L-look... I-I'm really sorry... i-it's j-just... I-I've been through a-a lot..." Kaylie stammered, hugging herself with shaking arms, looking over her shoulder about once every minute to see if the other car was getting any closer.
She was only slightly relieved once they were moving, however, the other car behind them wasn't wavering from it's path. It was following them, Kaylie knew it! It just had to be that sick bastard Hoyt!
"You look like you've been through Hell and back. Tell me, what's your name? And what about this other girl you mentioned was still trapped? Were you kidnapped?" the officer inquired.
"I-I'm Kaylie... a-and yes, I was fucking kidnapped! D-do you think I did t-this to myself?" Kaylie sobbed, showing the bruises and cuts all over her body, "T-the other g-girl, h-her name is B-Blake. S-she was their captive b-before I-I was, s-she tried t-to free me once b-before but-"
Before she could finish, the policeman she was with interrupted, "Blake?! Blake McCormick? Small build, shoulder length brown hair, one blue eye one brown?"
"H-how d-did-? Y-yes...?" Kaylie muttered, uncertainly.
"Hot damn, that girl has been at the top of our missing persons cases going on two months now!" the officer stated, with an unusually happy tone, "Thank you Kaylie... you have no idea how much you've helped us out."
While Kaylie was initially concerned, she did remember Blake telling her that she'd been a prisoner of the Hewitts for a while. It'd make sense that the police may have been looking for her and know her name and what she looked like. Without much warning, the patrolman sped up, his eyes darting back to the rear view mirror every so often.
"Glad... I-I could help, Officer...?" Kaylie questioned, realizing now that she'd never gotten the man's name.
"Walker... Axle Walker."
TCM~ TCM~TCM~TCM~TCM~TCM~
Of course, Kaylie's prior paranoia was well placed. For indeed, Hoyt was hot on her trail, flying down the highway in his stolen police cruiser WAY past the posted speed limit. He knew he saw that escaped whore of his climb into another cop car, now he'd just have to kill her AND him. Though there was the lingering fear that she was in the process of spilling her guts out to that other policeman. That would cause huge problems for their family, especially if an army of police end up on their doorstep.
"That's her alright, boy! I know it. We'll need ta do this fast, ya hear?!" Hoyt spat.
Thomas was acting far more anxious then usual, something that did not go unnoticed by his uncle. He already knew what lay ahead further up the road. And Thomas was already haunted by that bizarre, vivid shared dream he and Black had been woken up from. All he wanted was to catch Kaylie, kill her to please Hoyt, then get back to Blake so that he'd be able to comfort and protect her. The one little bit of solace Thomas did have was that he had listened to Blake and left Toby's kennel unlocked. And that he had given her the keys to her chains, remembering what happened the last time those demon people showed up and he wasn't there to protect her right away.
A growl of annoyance escaped Hoyt's throat as he held pursuit with the other police car, only to nearly loose them a few times as the other driver was just as crafty and erratic as he was. For a while, their prey had managed to slip from sight down the road. However, the familiar husk of the old slaughterhouse soon came into view, and parked right out front was the police car they'd been hunting.
"What in the fuckin' hell?" Hoyt muttered.
Even for a guy like him, he was becoming quite suspicious, as this was NOT a normal place for a man with a badge to take ANYONE they were "protecting." (He ought to have known!) Of course, Thomas only became more uneasy, his breaths coming out in short, huffing pants and his eyes wide. The dream he shared with Blake. The drawing! Something about this place attracted Blake's attention. There was no possible way his uncle would be able to understand why, nor did Thomas have an effective way of communicating that they needed to leave this place. Right now!
"Boy! What's gottin' into ya?" Hoyt grumbled, as he put the cruiser in park, grabbing the shotgun off the dashboard before opening the door, "Git ready with that lil' friend of yers! Sooner we git this bitch and 'er cop buddy, the sooner we git outta here!"
It was obvious by the way the phony sheriff moved that he was still in pain from the beating Kaylie had given him earlier. Thomas, not wanting to make his uncle any angrier or upset his mamma by refusing orders, got out of the car, hefting his chainsaw over his shoulder. While they made an intimidating pair, even Hoyt couldn't shake that unsettling feeling of eyes being on him. Similar to that little farmhouse... but worse. He knew Thomas had some pretty bad memories of his old work place, not to mention it was where he claimed his first victim.
"Come on Tommy, let's find out just what the fuck is goin' on!"
Thomas hesitated, hearing Blake's small, soft voice in the back of his mind, 'Don't go in there!'
'Tommy has too, pretty Blake... must protect all family.' the massive brute grumbled to himself.
He didn't want too, but like a loyal dog that had trouble disobeying orders from an abusive master, Thomas followed Hoyt's lead. After a quick search of the other police car, which was emptied out in a hurry, the dangerous pair headed towards the main doors to the old, dilapidated hellhole. Taking a quick glance back over his shoulder, there was something oddly familiar about that exact cruiser; Hoyt for one KNEW he had seen it before.
Just when he was racking his brain for the answer just dangling on the tip of his tongue, the doors to the abandoned slaughterhouse swung open. Thomas and Hoyt both froze for a moment, and the policeman that just came out of the building honestly looked just as startled. At once, Hoyt recognized the man and it all came flooding back to him at once. It was the same cop that had come snooping around their home in search of a "missing person" not too long ago.
"Officer Walker?" Hoyt questioned, trying to keep the surprise and annoyance in his tone to a minimum.
A low, untrusting growl emanated from Thomas' throat. While he normally didn't like police in general, this one struck a particular nerve.
Axle cast a momentary glance to the massive behemoth, and if he was scared in that moment, he did a pretty good job of keeping his cool. However, a condescending smirk crossed the patrolman's face, instantly recognizing Hoyt.
"Sheriff Hoyt, fancy seeing you out here," he mentioned, "So, what brings you out to this abysmal dump?"
Slicker then a serpent on grease, Hoyt already had a story in mind to put the other lawman at ease, "Chasin' a vagrant. Seen her come by this way! Lil' bitch had the nerve ta vandalize my family's home and harass my nephew."
Well, a likely story. Sure, there was always a case to be made for teens and young adults making trouble, especially with little to do out here in this wasteland, but that didn't explain why Hoyt's "nephew" was armed with a chainsaw and an assortment of meat hooks, a hand held sledgehammer, or knives. There was also no explanation for the funky Halloween mask partially obscured beneath that mane of lanky, dark hair framing the beast's face either. As for the "Sheriff", he looked as though he'd been ruffed up recently.
Inwardly, Axle scoffed. Obviously this fool thought he was born last Friday! However, he'd play along for now, just for the fun of it. But of course, Axle wasn't exactly truthful in his claims either.
"Is that what's goin' on? Damn! You know, I've just been getting' complaints and anonymous tips about some shady happenings 'round here. You know, the usual kids messin' around in this old dump." he explained, with a slightly mocking tone, "First look around, I didn't see no one, but maybe they're just hidin' really good. Perhaps we ought to work together on this one. As fellow lawmen, of course."
'Fellow lawmen... of course...' Hoyt muttered in his head, sarcastically, "Well, what are ya waitin' fer? Christmas?"
Naturally, he was really just imagining what that pompous, meddling patrolman would look like missing the back of his head, brains spilling out into a plastic bag, and with his limbs cracked and broken from being manhandled into a freezer. But, unknown to the phony sheriff, Axle had thoughts just as sinister in mind.
When the three of them entered the condemned, creepy old slaughterhouse, Thomas growled softly, turning his head when he heard soft footsteps circling behind them. All previous thoughts of following commands were quickly fading and all he wanted now was to get back home and make sure Blake and Mamma were safe. He just knew that things were going to go wrong in a big hurry.
"Tommy! I ain't gonna tell ya again!" Hoyt hissed, irritably.
Before Thomas could throw one of his mood swings, his uncle was already raising his shotgun, poised on taking out Officer Walker once and for all.
"So predictable..." Axle scoffed, not even bothering to turn around.
He quickly ducked around a corner, moving deceptively fast as the deafening blast of the shotgun echoed throughout the old slaughterhouse. If he was hit, it was only a minor glace from the spray of pellets, as the loud footsteps pounding on cracked, concrete floors gave away that the man was still alive. Hoyt muttered a curse under his breath, damning himself for being so sloppy.
"Whatcha waitin' fer? Git him, boy!" Hoyt barked, "Then we'll find that little cunt!"
The two of them picked up their pace to a jog, Thomas yanking on the cord to his chainsaw in order to start up the deadly blade. But, when the two of them passed through a set of decaying, heavy plastic door flaps hanging at the end of the corridor, they found Thomas' old place of work had been heavily redecorated. Strange symbols and runes, like back at that little ranch house of horrors, were gratified all over the walls and floor. Blood spatters, old and new, painted just about every surface. The air smelt heavily of illicit substances and incense while a multitude of black and red candles provided most of the light. A makeshift alter had been set up, draped with a red cloth and decorated with candles, bones, and the severed head of a goat with a dagger sticking out of it.
Waiting as if to greet them was a man, dressed in ornate black robes trimmed with green and red. Unnatural glowing amber eyes glared from the shadows and his stark white hair stood out against the darkness. One hand was covered with a metal bladed glove. In the other, he held a gold walking cane, topped with a goat's head.
Recognizing this man, Thomas tensed up, rage building inside of him. This was the one! HE was the one who wanted to take Blake away from him!
"Finally... we meet at last... Charlie Hewitt..." Lucian purred, showing his fang-like teeth as he smiled, "And Thomas... the beast who won the beauty's heart... pleased to make your acquaintance in person."
"Who in the-what?!" Hoyt questioned, eyes widening in shock, "J-just what the fuck are ya?!"
How did this... creature, whom he had NEVER seen in his entire life know his old, dead name?
Before that question could be asked or answered, more robed figures emerged from out of the shadows until Thomas and Hoyt found themselves surrounded by the cult. A quick count estimated about ten, but there may have been more still lurking in the darkness. The only one who really stood out from the crowd was Axle, as he was still in his police uniform, though he now displayed his own demonic upside down pentagram charm around his neck, indicating that he was a member of this insane order.
"Some Sheriff, Hoyt... get your badge out of a cereal box?" Axle scoffed, shaking his head, "Did you actually think you were fooling anyone with that getup?"
Hoyt thought about just shooting them then and there, but even he could tell that the odds were against him. Not used to being the prey, he'd have to play smart. Thomas' breathing became quite heavy and animalistic, and not once did he take his furious gaze off of Lucian.
"Lost something, have you?" Lucian questioned, pounding the bottom of his cane against the floor.
Smugly, Axle and one of the other robed men ducked behind a pile of old equipment and dragged a bound, struggling, and terrified girl out from behind their stash spot. A thick gag had silenced Kaylie's cries as she was shoved forward, falling to her knees beside Lucian. She had a look of utter despair written across her face, having escaped the frying pan only to fall into the fire.
"Honestly Charlie... you could learn a thing or two from your nephew about taking better care of your pets," the cultist leader taunted, "Because your little birdie has been singing such a sweet song about all of you... and what your family has done. Now then... I hold something of yours. And you mine. The choice is up to you. Shall we be reasonable? Or paint these walls with blood tonight?"
Thomas' roar of disapproval was enough to nearly shake the unstable supports of the dilapidated slaughterhouse. He didn't care who or what these demon-worshiping sons of bitches were. Somehow or another, with or without Hoyt's help, he'd see to it that these vile fiends would NEVER come near his wife or child! Even if it was the last thing he ever did.
'Blake NOT pet. Pretty Blake family... pretty Blake MINE!'
'Kheheheheeeeeee... lissssssten, my friend... the big, dumb animal has cognitive thoughtssssssssss...' cackled a multitude of slithering, hissing, venomous voices, 'Remember... Blake and her child will not be sssssssurrendered willingly... you will have to take them, Luccccian!'
"And take them I shall..." Lucian whispered, to his friends under his breath before clearing his throat, " Gentlemen... My name is Lucian Rake, Lord of the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation."
Now... the standoff began...
::To be Continued::
Author's Notes: Sorry for such a delay in the uploads! I just hit a severe case of writer's block, (and I think it might show just a little...) but it's something I'm working through. Since I dropped the ball on a Friday the 13th upload, I thought that I'd go for a Halloween upload instead! Trick or Treat!
So, more scheming from the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation. Second in Command Miranda is given a special task. Thomas is rather shaken by his experience in the realm of a "shared dream", and Kaylie escapes the frying pan only to climb into the ONLY police car worse than Hoyt's! Poor girl can't catch a break.
Eventually, I wanted the heads of both sides, (Hoyt and Lucian) to meet face to face. Hoyt's never encountered anyone quite like this before, and that backwoods hick is FAR out of his league! Overall, I've had a TON of fun integrating the supernatural with TCM. As for Lucian knowing Hoyt's REAL name... well, his little friends are constantly whispering secrets in his ears.
I know, I know, Queen of Cliffhangers here. But, Happy Halloween! Hopefully, I'll be able to pick up steam and get chapters out for you guys. Thank you to all my readers and followers, you guys really keep my spirits up and help me to keep on going.
Disclaimer:: I do not claim to own The Texas Chainsaw Massacre/Nightmare on Elm Street or any of it's characters. The references to Jason Voorhees and Lisa Voorhees are from Lady_Vorrhees' story, The Strange Good Girl.