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A/N: What's up? I've decided to update quickly (yay for me!) so that you can find out what happens. BTW, I've decided to make Pepper one of those damsels-in-distress types, but it wasn't like she wasn't already. Look, just read it.
Chapter Two
"Well that was a sure fuck waste of my time." Morgan concluded as they walked out of the store and into the Texan sun.
"What are we going to do now?" Pepper asked.
Erin shrugged. "I don't know. I guess we will have to dump the body after all." She sighed.
"Um excuse me but we? I ain't touching it. Ew!" Pepper yelled in her prissy voice.
"Well, you can just go piss something then." Erin retorted, losing her whole polite vibe.
"Hey watch it." Andy told her.
"No YOU watch it." Erin said.
Kemper waved his hands. "Hey! Dead girl in back of van=yuck. I'm sure none of us want to pick it up. But she can't be that heavy. I say us men get her out."
Andy nodded. "Deal."
They both looked at Morgan.
"What? Oh-so NOW I'm a man. I'm sure you two can lift it can't you?" He asked nervously laughing.
Kemper and Andy both rolled their eyes as they opened the van's side door.
The smell had apparently gotten worse.
Andy felt woozy and Kemper held his breath.
They both lifted her out of the seat. When they passed Morgan and Pepper, the girl's head rolled off.
Morgan shrieked like a girl and Pepper nearly broke the decibel system. They both jumped off the large upside-down garbage bins they were sitting on.
Pepper continued to screech.
Kemper and Andy dropped the headless body.
"Damn, man." Andy said before barfing into one of the trash cans.
Kemper wiped his hands on the backside of his jeans.
Erin sighed. "Well, we can't just leave a dead head and unattached body lying in the parking lot. Someone's going to have to pick them up."
Morgan shook his head so fast he thought he got whiplash.
"No fucking way man! I ain't picking up the bitch! I've already had my experience with her head!"
Erin raised her hand. "I volunteer to dig."
Kemper nodded. "I'll help."
Andy was still puking.
They all looked at Pepper.
"What?! No way in hell!" She yelled.
They nodded.
"Ohhhhh shit." She whined and walked over to the body. On the way she passed Andy and whispered 'bastard.'
Erin and Kemper took shovels from a tool shed nearby.
They began to dig a hole. Once they made it deep enough, they looked at Pepper.
"Oh, God help me." She cried as she kicked the head towards the hole.
"Whoa, don't kick it!" Erin ordered.
"Why the hell not? It's an unattached head!" Pepper yelled back. She kicked it some more until it rolled into the hole.
"There, you happy?" She asked, trying to keep her stomach down. In case they hadn't noticed, Pepper's worse fear was blood.
"Wait, what about the body?" Erin asked.
"What about it?" Pepper snapped her arms folded.
"I think what she's trying to say is 'Pick it up'." Morgan laughed, enjoying every second of it.
Pepper rolled her eyes. "Sure, order the poor hitchhiking girl to pick up the body. Hitchhikers be screwed."
She bent over to pick it up, trying hard not to stare at the bloody tissued neck.
But before she did, Andy stopped her.
"I'll do it." He muttered under his breath.
Pepper breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God."
Andy threw it over his shoulder and dumped it into the hole. Then Kemper and Erin filled it back up.
"OK, now let's get out of here." Erin said.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Hey! Maybe we can still catch the Skinner, if we hurry." Morgan said brightly.
They walked towards the van.
Little did they know the lady had been watching them the whole time.
When they finally climbed back in the now aired-out van, they smiled.
"Let's go to Dallas!" Kemper hooted.
"I've never been to Dallas. What's it like?" Pepper asked looking at Andy.
"Well, it's a magical place with all the beer, drugs, and sex you want." Andy smiled at her.
"Really? Sounds like paradise to me." She smiled back and they began to make out.
"Let's keep it G-rated people." Kemper joked.
Erin laughed and reached over and grabbed his hand. They stared dreamily at each other.
This went on for minutes until Morgan jumped up. "Cop!" He yelled. Kemper turned back to the steering wheel and pushed on the brake with all his might.
An inch away from the hood of their van was the Sheriff's car. He stared at them with eyes of resentment.
Pepper and Andy came tumbling forward.
"Whoa!" "What the fuck?" Pepper and Andy both screamed at the same time.
Andy looked up. "Great!" He yelled in frustration.
Morgan laughed haughtily. "How ironic..."
The Sheriff walked up to Kemper's window. Kemper rolled it down.
"Well well well. What do we have here?" He grunted. "What you kids doing 'round this side of the fence?"
"It's a free country; we can be wherever we want." Andy blurted out. "Andrew!" Pepper whispered.
The sheriff laughed a rough, harsh laugh, blowing his breath into Kemper's face.
"I like him." He coughed. "He's arrogant, free-willful and doesn't give up. But he won't last long."
Erin saw something flash through the sheriff's eyes as he said this.
The sheriff clapped his hands. "So, you kids must be the ones who called 'bout the suicide." He leaned into the window and looked through the van. "But I don't see no body." He tried to sound confused.
Kemper, being the quick thinker he was, gulped. "Well, my friend here," He said, pointing his thumb at Morgan. "He accidentally hit his head on a rock while we weren't looking. Sort of creeped us out a little." He laughed nervously.
The sheriff smiled an evil grin. "Oh, I see. Well," He leaned into the window again. "What about that big hole in the back of your window?"
Erin spoke this time. "B-B gun. Yeah, old Andy here accidentally let it go off while we were in the car." She too laughed nervously.
The sheriff looked thoughtful. "Strange that a B-B gun pellet would make a puncture THAT big." He said in a voice barely audible. He went around back to inspect it.
"Hey, is this b-blood?" He asked curiously, and slowly.
Pepper, Morgan, and Erin's eyes widened.
Andy addressed him at this point.
"We went for a cook-off. You know, bird-shooting, picnic, the usual. Its ketchup...right guys?"
"Yeah." "Of course." "What else would it be?" "Blood...yea right!" They all nodded in agreement.
The sheriff came around to the window.
There was an uncomfortable silence until Kemper shifted. "So...we'll be going now, got to get back home you know."
The sheriff shook his head, the strange smile still on his face.
"Not this way sonny. Road's blocked off. Glass in the road."
They all looked at each other uneasily.
"Well...how do we get out of here then?" Pepper asked.
"Turn around and go until you reach a sign that says 'Thanks for Stoppin' By!'"
"Will do." Kemper said before turning the steering wheel into reverse mode.
The sheriff watched them drive off. He clicked the outgoing button on his walkie talkie.
"They left."
They'd been driving for ten minutes straight, when suddenly the AC broke.
"Aw damn it!" Kemper swore, punching the failed machine.
"Great, if the hicks don't kill us, the heat will." Morgan said sarcastically.
"What's up? We've been driving for like, ten minutes and what do we have to show for it? Cactus and a broken air vent?" Pepper whined.
"Yeah, where is this supposed 'Thanks for Stoppin' By!' sign anyway? The Alamo?" Andy asked.
"Stop whining, Kemp's doing all he can to get there." Erin said quietly. She'd been a bit moody since the run in with the sheriff.
"Hey, hey!" Morgan yelled.
Erin turned around. "Look, I'm sorry alright? If you'd shut your fucking mouth once in a while-"
Kemper put his hand over her mouth.
She turned around and looked.
The road had ended.
"Great fucking Moses! Of COURSE there wouldn't be a road!" Andy yelled again.
Kemper and Erin got out of the van, followed by the others.
Sure enough, straight ahead was nothing but dark woods and fog.
"Now what?" Pepper carped, sighing.
"I don't know...damn." Erin said.
They were silent, mosquito bitten, and hot.
Suddenly, they heard moaning noises coming from the heart of the wood.
"What the fuck is that?" Morgan whispered. Erin shushed him.
"Why? Why does it have to be like this? I want to go home!" A child's voice cried.
Kemper stepped forward. "Hello? We aren't going to hurt you, just come out."
They heard a small gasp and everything was quiet.
Erin walked slowly towards the woods. She brushed past a few trees.
"Erin! What the hell are you doing?" She heard Kemper call.
She paid no attention. Unexpectedly, a cracking sound of leaves came from her left.
She went to the cracking sound and found a little boy, dirty and frightened. He was sitting on a holey yellow blanket.
He whimpered and covered his face.
"Shh, I'm not going to hurt you." Erin said soothingly, getting down on her knees. "Hey Kemp! You guys, come here!"
The little boy grabbed Erin's hand abruptly. "Shh! be quiet! He'll hear you!!!"
Erin jumped back. "Who's he?" She asked confusedly.
"He's a very bad man." The boy had tears in his eyes as he looked at his hands.
(Erin's Flashback)
The hitchhiker girl in the car.
"He'll kill you all...he's a very bad man."
(End of Erin's Flashback)
Erin gasped.
Just then, Kemper and the others ran through the trees. "Erin, what were you thinking?!"
Erin turned to him and back to the boy, but there was neither boy nor blanket in sight.
"What the fuck? A little boy...he was just here!" She jumped up.
"Um Erin, you feeling OK?" Morgan asked puzzled.
"No! I'm not crazy, look." She ran ahead, trying to follow the boy.
"Erin! Hey Erin!" Kemper yelled from behind her. Soon she heard the rustling of feet, and knew that they were following her.
When she came to a clearing she stopped.
"Erin, baby...don't...do...that." Kemper bent over behind her, catching his breath.
But Erin was staring at something else.
A big white house.
*Okay, stupid ending but oh well! So sorry for not updating quicker. If you like my story, PLEASE read my fellow Pepper-lover SparkingDiamond's The Adventures of a Texan Tumbleweed. It's a g-r-r-eat story! N-e-way, I WILL update quicker this time! Cross my heart, or take my crown, and get Leatherface to hunt me down! LOL, I just made that up! R&R!* ~funnybunny7
A/N: What's up? I've decided to update quickly (yay for me!) so that you can find out what happens. BTW, I've decided to make Pepper one of those damsels-in-distress types, but it wasn't like she wasn't already. Look, just read it.
Chapter Two
"Well that was a sure fuck waste of my time." Morgan concluded as they walked out of the store and into the Texan sun.
"What are we going to do now?" Pepper asked.
Erin shrugged. "I don't know. I guess we will have to dump the body after all." She sighed.
"Um excuse me but we? I ain't touching it. Ew!" Pepper yelled in her prissy voice.
"Well, you can just go piss something then." Erin retorted, losing her whole polite vibe.
"Hey watch it." Andy told her.
"No YOU watch it." Erin said.
Kemper waved his hands. "Hey! Dead girl in back of van=yuck. I'm sure none of us want to pick it up. But she can't be that heavy. I say us men get her out."
Andy nodded. "Deal."
They both looked at Morgan.
"What? Oh-so NOW I'm a man. I'm sure you two can lift it can't you?" He asked nervously laughing.
Kemper and Andy both rolled their eyes as they opened the van's side door.
The smell had apparently gotten worse.
Andy felt woozy and Kemper held his breath.
They both lifted her out of the seat. When they passed Morgan and Pepper, the girl's head rolled off.
Morgan shrieked like a girl and Pepper nearly broke the decibel system. They both jumped off the large upside-down garbage bins they were sitting on.
Pepper continued to screech.
Kemper and Andy dropped the headless body.
"Damn, man." Andy said before barfing into one of the trash cans.
Kemper wiped his hands on the backside of his jeans.
Erin sighed. "Well, we can't just leave a dead head and unattached body lying in the parking lot. Someone's going to have to pick them up."
Morgan shook his head so fast he thought he got whiplash.
"No fucking way man! I ain't picking up the bitch! I've already had my experience with her head!"
Erin raised her hand. "I volunteer to dig."
Kemper nodded. "I'll help."
Andy was still puking.
They all looked at Pepper.
"What?! No way in hell!" She yelled.
They nodded.
"Ohhhhh shit." She whined and walked over to the body. On the way she passed Andy and whispered 'bastard.'
Erin and Kemper took shovels from a tool shed nearby.
They began to dig a hole. Once they made it deep enough, they looked at Pepper.
"Oh, God help me." She cried as she kicked the head towards the hole.
"Whoa, don't kick it!" Erin ordered.
"Why the hell not? It's an unattached head!" Pepper yelled back. She kicked it some more until it rolled into the hole.
"There, you happy?" She asked, trying to keep her stomach down. In case they hadn't noticed, Pepper's worse fear was blood.
"Wait, what about the body?" Erin asked.
"What about it?" Pepper snapped her arms folded.
"I think what she's trying to say is 'Pick it up'." Morgan laughed, enjoying every second of it.
Pepper rolled her eyes. "Sure, order the poor hitchhiking girl to pick up the body. Hitchhikers be screwed."
She bent over to pick it up, trying hard not to stare at the bloody tissued neck.
But before she did, Andy stopped her.
"I'll do it." He muttered under his breath.
Pepper breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God."
Andy threw it over his shoulder and dumped it into the hole. Then Kemper and Erin filled it back up.
"OK, now let's get out of here." Erin said.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Hey! Maybe we can still catch the Skinner, if we hurry." Morgan said brightly.
They walked towards the van.
Little did they know the lady had been watching them the whole time.
When they finally climbed back in the now aired-out van, they smiled.
"Let's go to Dallas!" Kemper hooted.
"I've never been to Dallas. What's it like?" Pepper asked looking at Andy.
"Well, it's a magical place with all the beer, drugs, and sex you want." Andy smiled at her.
"Really? Sounds like paradise to me." She smiled back and they began to make out.
"Let's keep it G-rated people." Kemper joked.
Erin laughed and reached over and grabbed his hand. They stared dreamily at each other.
This went on for minutes until Morgan jumped up. "Cop!" He yelled. Kemper turned back to the steering wheel and pushed on the brake with all his might.
An inch away from the hood of their van was the Sheriff's car. He stared at them with eyes of resentment.
Pepper and Andy came tumbling forward.
"Whoa!" "What the fuck?" Pepper and Andy both screamed at the same time.
Andy looked up. "Great!" He yelled in frustration.
Morgan laughed haughtily. "How ironic..."
The Sheriff walked up to Kemper's window. Kemper rolled it down.
"Well well well. What do we have here?" He grunted. "What you kids doing 'round this side of the fence?"
"It's a free country; we can be wherever we want." Andy blurted out. "Andrew!" Pepper whispered.
The sheriff laughed a rough, harsh laugh, blowing his breath into Kemper's face.
"I like him." He coughed. "He's arrogant, free-willful and doesn't give up. But he won't last long."
Erin saw something flash through the sheriff's eyes as he said this.
The sheriff clapped his hands. "So, you kids must be the ones who called 'bout the suicide." He leaned into the window and looked through the van. "But I don't see no body." He tried to sound confused.
Kemper, being the quick thinker he was, gulped. "Well, my friend here," He said, pointing his thumb at Morgan. "He accidentally hit his head on a rock while we weren't looking. Sort of creeped us out a little." He laughed nervously.
The sheriff smiled an evil grin. "Oh, I see. Well," He leaned into the window again. "What about that big hole in the back of your window?"
Erin spoke this time. "B-B gun. Yeah, old Andy here accidentally let it go off while we were in the car." She too laughed nervously.
The sheriff looked thoughtful. "Strange that a B-B gun pellet would make a puncture THAT big." He said in a voice barely audible. He went around back to inspect it.
"Hey, is this b-blood?" He asked curiously, and slowly.
Pepper, Morgan, and Erin's eyes widened.
Andy addressed him at this point.
"We went for a cook-off. You know, bird-shooting, picnic, the usual. Its ketchup...right guys?"
"Yeah." "Of course." "What else would it be?" "Blood...yea right!" They all nodded in agreement.
The sheriff came around to the window.
There was an uncomfortable silence until Kemper shifted. "So...we'll be going now, got to get back home you know."
The sheriff shook his head, the strange smile still on his face.
"Not this way sonny. Road's blocked off. Glass in the road."
They all looked at each other uneasily.
"Well...how do we get out of here then?" Pepper asked.
"Turn around and go until you reach a sign that says 'Thanks for Stoppin' By!'"
"Will do." Kemper said before turning the steering wheel into reverse mode.
The sheriff watched them drive off. He clicked the outgoing button on his walkie talkie.
"They left."
They'd been driving for ten minutes straight, when suddenly the AC broke.
"Aw damn it!" Kemper swore, punching the failed machine.
"Great, if the hicks don't kill us, the heat will." Morgan said sarcastically.
"What's up? We've been driving for like, ten minutes and what do we have to show for it? Cactus and a broken air vent?" Pepper whined.
"Yeah, where is this supposed 'Thanks for Stoppin' By!' sign anyway? The Alamo?" Andy asked.
"Stop whining, Kemp's doing all he can to get there." Erin said quietly. She'd been a bit moody since the run in with the sheriff.
"Hey, hey!" Morgan yelled.
Erin turned around. "Look, I'm sorry alright? If you'd shut your fucking mouth once in a while-"
Kemper put his hand over her mouth.
She turned around and looked.
The road had ended.
"Great fucking Moses! Of COURSE there wouldn't be a road!" Andy yelled again.
Kemper and Erin got out of the van, followed by the others.
Sure enough, straight ahead was nothing but dark woods and fog.
"Now what?" Pepper carped, sighing.
"I don't know...damn." Erin said.
They were silent, mosquito bitten, and hot.
Suddenly, they heard moaning noises coming from the heart of the wood.
"What the fuck is that?" Morgan whispered. Erin shushed him.
"Why? Why does it have to be like this? I want to go home!" A child's voice cried.
Kemper stepped forward. "Hello? We aren't going to hurt you, just come out."
They heard a small gasp and everything was quiet.
Erin walked slowly towards the woods. She brushed past a few trees.
"Erin! What the hell are you doing?" She heard Kemper call.
She paid no attention. Unexpectedly, a cracking sound of leaves came from her left.
She went to the cracking sound and found a little boy, dirty and frightened. He was sitting on a holey yellow blanket.
He whimpered and covered his face.
"Shh, I'm not going to hurt you." Erin said soothingly, getting down on her knees. "Hey Kemp! You guys, come here!"
The little boy grabbed Erin's hand abruptly. "Shh! be quiet! He'll hear you!!!"
Erin jumped back. "Who's he?" She asked confusedly.
"He's a very bad man." The boy had tears in his eyes as he looked at his hands.
(Erin's Flashback)
The hitchhiker girl in the car.
"He'll kill you all...he's a very bad man."
(End of Erin's Flashback)
Erin gasped.
Just then, Kemper and the others ran through the trees. "Erin, what were you thinking?!"
Erin turned to him and back to the boy, but there was neither boy nor blanket in sight.
"What the fuck? A little boy...he was just here!" She jumped up.
"Um Erin, you feeling OK?" Morgan asked puzzled.
"No! I'm not crazy, look." She ran ahead, trying to follow the boy.
"Erin! Hey Erin!" Kemper yelled from behind her. Soon she heard the rustling of feet, and knew that they were following her.
When she came to a clearing she stopped.
"Erin, baby...don't...do...that." Kemper bent over behind her, catching his breath.
But Erin was staring at something else.
A big white house.
*Okay, stupid ending but oh well! So sorry for not updating quicker. If you like my story, PLEASE read my fellow Pepper-lover SparkingDiamond's The Adventures of a Texan Tumbleweed. It's a g-r-r-eat story! N-e-way, I WILL update quicker this time! Cross my heart, or take my crown, and get Leatherface to hunt me down! LOL, I just made that up! R&R!* ~funnybunny7
