Chapter II: Home Again
"Okay Ash, stay calm." Ash muttered to himself. "You've done this before, just not like this." His parents had never liked any of his girlfriends in high school, but now he was married and he didn't invite them to the wedding.
Sheila smiled at him and held his hand as he steered with his metal one. He smiled back, but deep down inside Ash was being eaten up.
"Don't worry, it's just your parents!" Sheila said to him.
"Thats what I'm worried about! Why couldn't we go and meet your parents, Sheila?"
"My parents are dead by now Ash."
"Damn it! Why so young?" he cried, throwing his non-driving hand into the air, andtrying his hardest not to laugh at the dirty look on Sheila's face. He turned on the radio to his favorite station, which was currently playing Christmas tunes. He started to sing along, but Sheila looked puzzled at the unfamiliar terms. "Christmas again. Oh yeah." he muttered.
"Why didn't I ever hear of this machine in my time?" Sheila asked.
"It's a radio. It's pretty new. And the songs are Christmas-y!" He said smiling and humming a few verses of "Run Run Rudolph".
Ash pulled up the driveway at his parents wooded cottage. It couldn't be called a cottage, because it was two stories and was filled with electricity. But they considered it a cosy place.
They got out of the car and it struck Ash that it was really quiet. No birds, which wasn't uncommon for winter, but usually heard a straggler.
"Mom! Dad! Hello?" Ash yelled out the car window. He noticed a broken window. Time to break out the ammo. He raced to the back of the car and lifted the trunk. He pulled out his shotgun and chainsaw. Loading the gun, Ash muttered something Sheila couldn't understand. "Sheila, take this. If I come out bloody or dont come back at all, drive away. Remember the way I taught you. Dont come back." He shoved the shotgun into her arms. He slid off the iron clamp attached to his hand and put the chainsaw into it's place.
"Hello?" He asked as he entered the darkened house. He noticed there were no lights on at all. "Guys?"
He stared back at Sheila, and slowly put one foot into the darkness. Then two, and then he was gone. He bumped into something very large and let his chainsaw slice into it. Just the couch. Boy, was he in trouble now. His father loved that couch. He noticed out of the corner of his eye a human like shape glide past his back and into another shadow.
He reved the saw and slammed it into the wall next to the figure.
"Damn boy!" the figure yelled. "Watch it with that thing!"
"Dad?" Ash asked. He saw the look on his father's face as he took the chainsaw out of the wall. "What is going on here?"
"Baby!" A less deep voice yelled.
"Oh no." Ash muttered as he was covered in hugs and kisses by his dark haird mother. "Why didn't you call?"
"What in the hell is goin on here?!" Ash yelled, brushing both the people from his sides.
"We were attacked last night. By something----- What is this?" Ash's dad asked. "Chainsaw?" He asked stroking the mechanical limb.
"Yeah... about that. I'll tell you all about that later. But I need you to meet Sheila." he cringed. "My wife...."