Chapter 2- Chainsaws from hell

A deafening roar cut through the silence of that beautiful day like a chainsaw.

A Chainsaw from hell to be exact.

The Chainsaw biker gang was the worst in town, they had ruled Sunnydale since before anyone could remember. They were the kids you brother would tell you about right before bed, just so he could watch you squirm, nightmares racing through your mind's eye.

Donny Maclay had been one of the best Chainsaws Sunnydale had ever seen, that kid was on his way straight to the top. Until the day when he was shot by a member of a rival gang.

When his younger sister, Tara, heard the news she vowed to bring Donny honor, and took his place as second in command.

So on this day, five years later, Tara Maclay revved up her bike for a day of fun.

Chainsaw style...

"Blessed be the wind and rain..." young Willow Rosenburg chewed her pencil thoughtfully, "Gain, pain, train, lame..."

The breeze ruffled the pages of her poem book, she sighed.

Inspiration was needed.

Little did the Freshman know...

...Inspiration was on it's way...

~fin chapter 2~