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Leatherface looked around his home. Torn wallpaper hung limply on the walls, blood
splotches traced along the floor, body parts and meat hooks hung from the ceiling. He
took off his mask and looked in the mirror. Ahh, his reflection. Something he could not
deny, an evil glare shot back at himself. The cancer had eaten away his nose and
darkened his face in large pools. Ugly. He knew it, he had always known it. Since the
day it had begun, he knew he would have no one. No one but his family would accept
him. They treated him as a regular person, as if nothing was wrong at all with him. They
cared and protected him from the outside world, from the sickness and the disease that
was the people who judged him. All the time he was growing up they never gave him a
moment's peace, never let him alone or got over his face. They always formed against
him shouting painful things such as, "Shitface, dead mask, the ugly one!" Children could
never cease to torment him. They all hated him, they were all scared him. But he got
back at them. He got his payback for the shit they had sent him through. It had started
when the school bullies chased him home from school. He'd wanted them to turn back
and let him be, but they just couldn't, they were convinced that they had to attack the
innocent child even at his own home. He had tried to hide from them, he hide in the
garage and ran into the house looking for protection. Grabbing the first thing he found
was a chainsaw. It was large and menacing, but it would make them leave, make them
pay. He waited for them by the front door and soon heard their voices calling him, telling
him to come out from hiding. And he did, he kicked open the door and revved up the
saw. The fright and unexpected shock he received from their faces pleased him. The tall
one, who was only a few inches over Thomas, still came closer, scaring the poor child
until finally he swung at him. He swung the mighty roaring beast at him and cut open his
stomach. The kid fell down clutching his side breathing heavily as Thomas came over and
beheaded him. The others watched in horror as they saw their friend get sliced into
pieces. Two left and three of them tripped and fell down and scramble to get up as the
now completely enraged boy chased after them, the growl of the saw telling how close
he was. They ran to the old Crawford mill and hide behind the pipes. Thomas followed
the footprints there and looked around silently. He only saw red as the two boys went in
different direction and one boy had his foot stuck between the pipes fell victum to the
chainsaw. His screams echoed through the mill and died down along with the growl of
the power tool. Thomas dragged the bodies back to his house with plans in mind. If they
didn't like his face, then what about someone elses face. This was going to be the first of
many as he sewed together the raw skin and cut off certain parts of the children's faces
and stitched them together. He looked at the saw, it had helped him, protected him and
worked for him. This was his only friend and the only one there would ever be. Because
lets face it,
People Shit
A/N, well that's my first TCM story for ya and I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks and remember to Read and review.