CHAPTER SIX

Four Months After Tom and Annie Got Together...

Tom, Annie, Don, and Allen had no trouble with Dallas and his gangs since Annie broke up with him. Only a few minor skirmishes and name calling happened, but other than that, nothing happened. Except now.

It was 6:30 in the morning and Tom was getting ready for his Anatomy class when a loud crash echoed through the dorm. He heard Allen yell and ran into the room, seeing Allen at the edge of his bed, staring horrified at a bloody mass on his pillow.

"What happened?" Tom said. Allen just pointed to the bloody lump and let out a squeak. Tom, still in his pajamas and in a grumpy mood, went over to Allen's bed and picked up the carcass of a mutilated cat, the head hanging by a thread of sinew. Tom sighed as he spotted a yellow piece of paper attached to the cat's ear with an earring. He opened up the note and found,

Go to Hell Shitface.

"What did it say?" Allen asked as he watched Tom crumble up the note and throw it away along with the dead cat. Tom shook his head and went back to pulling random shirts out of his drawers. Allen stared at him for a minute than also started to get ready for his classes. At about 7:30, Annie came in, kissing Tom and hugging Allen, both greeted with a friendly "good morning." But, when she saw the nervous faces on both of them, her smiled faded.

"What happened." She asked. Allen and Tom told her. She rolled her eyes. "Dallas is such a FUCKING coward!" She growled. "I swear, if I see him again, I'm going to give him one HELL of a bitch slap." Tom laughed and Allen snickered.

"That'll be the day." He said sarcastically and Tom shoved him off the bed, smiling.

Tom fell asleep again in class, but had the most oddest nightmare. He was standing in the middle of a road. No cars passed him. About twenty feet away, he saw Annie, running from something. Then, to his horror, he saw a black pick up truck come up over the hill, honking its horn and flashing it's high beams. To Tom's horror, it was Dallas' new truck. He heard a gunshot and the thump of a truck running into a deer. Annie shriek and blood splattered all over him. Dallas was laughing insanely and he saw Annie fly ten feet away from the truck, blood flying from her mouth and chest.

"No!" He screamed, running over to her. Blood pooled around her chest and face as he turned her over. She was bruised and her face was frozen in a scream of terror. Tom looked up and heard the trucks engine rev. He gasped and picked up Annie just as the truck hurtled toward him. He tripped and fell, looking behind him as the black monster drew closer and closer. Right when the truck was about to hit him, he snapped awake, gasping and pale.

"Is there something wrong Mr. Hewitt?" Mr. Renolds asked, staring coldly at him. He looked around and grabbed his things, running out of the classroom, searching for Annie. He finally found her, talking to Jessica and Linda, her two other friends.

"Annie!" He called. She turned around and smiled, but stopped at the sight of his face. "Annie, you got to stay away from Dallas." He gasped when he finally reached her. He saw out of the corner of his eye Linda and Jessica whispering to each other, staring at him with stern faces. He ignored them and put his hand on her shoulder.

"What? What's going on?" She asked, confused and frightened. Tom shook his head.

"Just a hunch... I think he's gonna try to kill you." Annie stared at him in shock for a minute, then grabbed her backpack.

"I gotta go, Linda, Jessica." She said waving at her friends. "See you in class." The waved back and Annie followed Tom.

They stopped in a nearby hallway, which was deserted.

"Now, explain. What is going on?" She asked, her voice shaking. Tom explained everything and she stood in shock. "But Tom," she stuttered, "it was a nightmare... only a nightmare." Tom shook his head.

"I don't think so." He growled. "Just listen to me... don't ever go anywhere by yourself. Please." he begged, looking into her eyes. "Promise me you'll do that..." She stared at him for a bit, then nodded. He kissed her. "Well, I have to go. That's the second time I walked out of his class." They laughed and he walked her to the library. Afterwards, he sprinted back to his class, flying through the door just as the bell rang. "Aw shit." He ran out before the students pummeled him and found Allen.

"You know, you ran right past me." He said smiling. Tom gave him a look and Allen grew serious. "Okay, what'd I do." Tom shook his head.

"You didn't do anything... its just..." He heard it before it hit. A whistle of a knife flew through the air and Allen cried out in pain, holding his chest as he fell over. Tom whipped around and saw Dallas with what was left of his friends. Only two stood by him, smirking.

"See boys?" He laughed, gesturing to the moaning body of Allen. "Thats how we should be taking care of the queers in our nation. Something inside Tom snapped again. He roared and hurled himself at Dallas, knocking him back with the force of a bear. One of his friends tried to punch him, but Tom caught it with one hand and put the other hand on the kids shoulder. With one yank and a squelch, the kid's arm ripped off. Blood sprayed Tom's face as the boy screamed. Students watching ran, and pandemonium started. Tom threw the arm at Dallas, who screamed and backed away

"Jesus Christ!" The other guy yelled. "Alec!" Dallas looked on in horror as he watched his friend be torn limb from limb.

Alec clutched the stump and Tom laughed softly. That laugh wasn't human. With one squeeze, a crack went through the air and Alec fell down, dead. Tom then turned to the other thug, who started running. With a growl, tom ripped a table from its nails and threw it, crushing the fleeing thug. It was only then Tom found that Dallas got away. With a sigh, his rage left him and he spotted Allen shuddering and bleeding on the floor. With a gasp, he picked up his friend and ran to the nurse's office, just as Annie walked into the bloody room.

"Tom..."

Allen went to the Texas Hospital imeadiately after the nurse spotted the wound. The doctor there said he might not be able to do anything. Dallas disappeared from campus, he wasn't in his room or anything. Occasionally, reports throughout Travis County involved a kid splashed with blood, mumbling about a monster with a chainsaw. Tom knew who that monster was. It was him. Three weeks have passed since then.

Tom spotted Annie talking with a group of girls. He walked over and smiled at Annie and them, but the group of girls ran, screaming thinks like "Monster!", "Crazy!", and worst of all, "Leatherface!"... Annie shook his head to them and smiled.

"What's up Tom?" She asked. Tom smiled and shrugged.

"Nothing, I just wanted to know if you wanted to visit Allen with me today after classes." He said. Annie smiled.

"Yeah! That'd be cool." she smiled. She looked at her watch and cursed. "I'm late again! Mr. Faye is gonna kill me!" She said. She gave Tom a quick kiss on the lips and ran, waving. He waved back and headed to his Biology class, coming through the door just as an announcement rang through the halls.

"Students and Staff of Eastwood College." He heard the head of the college say. "It is with a heavy heart that I must announce that Allen Creed passed away this morning. He was a unique student with special gifts and friends. He will be missed greatly. A memorial service will be held for him today at noon in the courtyard. We hope to see you there." Tom stood in the doorway, shocked. The class stared at him and Mrs. Readman stared at him simpathetically.

"Thomas... would you like to go to guidance?" she asked, fearing this would trigger another outburst. Tom nodded and left, meeting up with Annie in the hall, who hugged him, sobbing. They stood there for a while, comforting each other.

"Come on... the memorial service should be starting soon." He whispered. The walked, hand in hand, to the courtyard, where they were surprised to see half the school. They were paying tributes and crying. Tom stared at a picture of him, Allen and Annie together on the table. He smiled when he saw the picture that Annie took of him behind Allen with a meat cleaver put to Allen's neck. they were both smiling. Tears welled up in Tom's eyes and he looked away. Annie put a hand on his shoulder.

"Its okay..."she said, her voice broken up with tears. He looked at her and the stood there, silently staring at the pictures and roses surrounding the table, a slight wind blowing.

That night, he had another nightmare. this time it was the memories of the first outburst he had. It was when he was ten years old. He ran from the bullies at school, but they followed him. They caught up and threw him to the ground, punching him and kicking him. He screamed and felt his anger turn to blind red hot rage. With a roar, he bit the ankle of the nearest kid, causing him to scream in pain and fall, Tom soon on top of him, ripping away at the kids flesh with his fingernails, grinning at the feel of the ripping flesh between his fingers. The other kids backed away and watched with growing horror. Tom finally broke through the skin and ripped at the boy's exposed organs, shovelling them into his mouth and biting down, the boy shrieking like an animal. Right when he tore the face of his victom, the scene changed to a dark starry night. he looked down and saw Dallas' face in his bloody hands. He saw the organs webbed through his hands. He looked over to the left and saw Annie's body, bloody and mangled.

Tom snapped awake and sat up from bed. He gasped and jumped out. he looked at the clock. it was midnight. As if on instinct, tom quickly got dressed, grabbed the chainsaw, threw it in the truck and ran to Annie's dorm. He knocked on the door three times. No answer. He knocked again. this time the door was opened by a girl. It wasn't Annie.

"Where's Annie?" He asked before she could scream and shut the door in his face.

"She walked down to the old gas station to get some pop!" she squealed.

"She didn't ask you to go?" He yelled, growing frightened. When she shook her head, he sprinted to the truck, jumping in and turning the key. It didn't start. With a curse, he threw open the door and grabbed the chainsaw from the trunk, just as he spotted a black truck, speeding down the road, toward the old gas station. The same one from his dream.

"No..." He moaned and ran after the truck, chainsaw in hand.