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A/N: So sorry for not updating. I was on vacation and I went to cheer camp so, yeah. But I've updated. So, in your Leatherface!
Enjoy!
Morgan shuffled along threw the overgrown shrubbery, having no earthly idea where he was.
He checked his Grateful Dead watch. It was 4:15. They'd been stuck in this God awful place for 2 and a half hours.
"Great...just dandy." He muttered to himself. 'You know, I should've just bought one ticket to the concert, for me. And maybe a hot topless chick, but that's it.' He thought to himself.
He plopped down on a bell of hay, worn out and blistering.
But he had the feeling he was being watched. But by who? Andy? Nah, he was too busy playing 'hero' for Kemp. Pepper? Doubt it, she was probably dead. Erin? Stuck in that house, probably dead as well.
Crazy maniac man? He laughed to himself. With his luck, it probably was.
Erin was still crouched in the same corner, shaking with fear and helplessness.
"Psst..." She heard a small voice say.
Erin whispered frantically "Who's there?"
The little boy from the wood stepped out from the darkness.
"Y-you...stay away from me! Let me go! I don't know why your family's s nuts, but please let me go!" She pleaded with him, bawling.
The little boy looked at her with sad eyes. "I'm afraid I can't."
"Why not?" Erin cried.
"Because, he'll hurt me. He'll do bad things to me. I'm scared." The little boy sat in front of her.
"So, what's your name?" He asked quietly looking at his feet.
"Erin." She replied uncertainly.
"Jedidiah.........look, I might know where your friends are." He shifted.
She leaped over to him. "Where? Are they OK? Is Kemp hurt? Tell me!!!" She grabbed onto his t-shirt.
Jedidiah looked frightened but remained calm.
"Well, the girl with red hair is now crawling through the woods. A blonde boy and the man with the hat are in the mill. The guy with the hat has a broken leg. This other guy just got taken away by..." He trailed off.
Erin let go of his shirt and sighed with relief. "He's okay, he's not dead. They're all alive." She told herself.
A loud bang was heard up the staircase. The door was opening.
Jedidiah looked scared. "Oh no...he's coming." He squeaked, and hurried off into the darkness.
"NO! Wait!" Erin screamed after him.
Something was tumbling down the stairs. When it landed at the bottom, Erin jumped. It was Morgan.
She crawled over to him. "Morgan! Oh thank God Morgan!" She grabbed his neck and hugged him, but she got no reply.
She shook him slightly. "M-Morgan? Morgan, are you alright?"
That would be a no. His face was bruised. He had a black eye. Three teeth were knocked out. And worse, large gashes were torn into his torso.
She placed her hand on her mouth. "Dear God, what did they do to you?" She whispered.
Morgan couldn't even talk. He just spattered out blood.
Jedidiah slowly walked and crouched over him. "He's not dead, is he?"
"No." Erin shook her head. "I think he's just in shock.
She looked back down at Morgan. "Morgan, who did this to you?" No duh, but Erin needed to hear it for herself.
Morgan spit out more blood. "Guy...huge...chainsaw...grabbed me...beat me...slashed me." He said between spewing.
Erin's tears welched their way back down her cheeks. "Morgan, did you see Kemper?"
Morgan nodded and laughed softly. "He's with...Andy...the dumbass."
Erin scolded and got up, pacing.
"We've got to find a way out of here. I mean, to go save the others. Then we can leave-"
"And do what? ... Face it sweetie... we're so dead...we don't even know it." Morgan snickered.
Erin turned to him. "Stop! Okay? If you keep being negative, we'll never find a way out of this!"
"Erin...the only reason we got into this...was you being positive."
"Don't start! This is not all my fault!!!"
"Really? ... And who else's fault is it? ... Mr. Ed's?"
Erin groaned and walked over to a piano bench. She plopped down on it and turned to face the keys.
When she was just a wee one, still in her diapers, her mom put her in piano lessons.
It had something to do with her parent's obsession with Erin being perfect.
Imagine their shock when she brought home Kemper.
Anyway, she put her hands on the keys and began playing 'Freebird', her favorite song.
One day, she was sitting in the apartment with Kemp, bored to death, so she taught herself it.
Morgan rolled his eyes. "Erin, can you quit playing the fucking piano? Psycho man will hear ya. Besides, that only adds to the depression of this whole trip."
Erin stopped and put her head in her hands. For the first time in her life, she was no longer the strong one. Having to resort to piano, while Morgan sat there so calmly? Huh, who would've thought?
Andy had found an old canister of keg, sitting in a corner of the old mill. They popped it open, and tipped the opening into their mouths.
"Mmm, how old do ya think this stuff is Kemp?" Andy wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
"No clue. But whatever it is, it was a good year." He laughed, and then paused. "So, you and Pepper, eh?"
Andy nodded. "Yeah, I only knew her for like, less than a day. But I think its one of those love at first sight things, ya know... Gosh, I hope she's alright." He sighed heavily.
Kemper hit his shoulder. "Hey, don't think like that. She's okay. Just like Erin is."
"Kemper, how can you be so confident? Ok, a chainsaw psychopath took Erin. Probably Pepper too. How can you be so optimistic?" Andy slammed down the keg.
Kemper shrugged. "I don't know...Erin's a fighter, I guess. Always has been."
"S-so?! This guy was like 6'3 tall! He was humongous!!!"
"Andy, do you have ANY faith in Pepper? I mean, today she sat in the back of that God awful van, smelled that rotting corpse all day, and helped bury it. Seriously man, have a little faith."
Andy nodded. "You know your right. I mean, that guy wasn't so tough, was he?"
In a flash of blood, the maniac popped out of the cabinet, slicing and dicing Andy's right arm.
He wailed with pain, as Kemper tried to grab him.
But the chainsaw man was too strong, and pulled Andy away.
Kemper's eyes widened. "Andy?! ANDY!!!"
He was now alone. With a broken leg, and no chance of running away, he sat there, stunned, waiting for death.
Pepper had found her way to the trail and back to the van. Go figure.
"Andy!" She yelled hoarsely, her voice had left her back there in the Mill.
As she wondered along, she found herself in front of a trailer. It was old and run down.
Pepper's nose wrinkled as she saw mold growing on the sides of it.
But it was someone's house. Which probably meant that that someone had a phone. Only problem was, she didn't know who that someone was.
Andy woke up, finding himself in a damp, cold drafty place.
He sat up, groaning and looked at his right arm. A long cut was slashed down from his shoulder to his wrist, a line cut threw it. It looked like a cross.
Yeah, I know: short. But oh well, it had a lot of info in it! And of course I had to split up the couples and friends! I'm so mean. funnybunny7
A/N: So sorry for not updating. I was on vacation and I went to cheer camp so, yeah. But I've updated. So, in your Leatherface!
Enjoy!
Morgan shuffled along threw the overgrown shrubbery, having no earthly idea where he was.
He checked his Grateful Dead watch. It was 4:15. They'd been stuck in this God awful place for 2 and a half hours.
"Great...just dandy." He muttered to himself. 'You know, I should've just bought one ticket to the concert, for me. And maybe a hot topless chick, but that's it.' He thought to himself.
He plopped down on a bell of hay, worn out and blistering.
But he had the feeling he was being watched. But by who? Andy? Nah, he was too busy playing 'hero' for Kemp. Pepper? Doubt it, she was probably dead. Erin? Stuck in that house, probably dead as well.
Crazy maniac man? He laughed to himself. With his luck, it probably was.
Erin was still crouched in the same corner, shaking with fear and helplessness.
"Psst..." She heard a small voice say.
Erin whispered frantically "Who's there?"
The little boy from the wood stepped out from the darkness.
"Y-you...stay away from me! Let me go! I don't know why your family's s nuts, but please let me go!" She pleaded with him, bawling.
The little boy looked at her with sad eyes. "I'm afraid I can't."
"Why not?" Erin cried.
"Because, he'll hurt me. He'll do bad things to me. I'm scared." The little boy sat in front of her.
"So, what's your name?" He asked quietly looking at his feet.
"Erin." She replied uncertainly.
"Jedidiah.........look, I might know where your friends are." He shifted.
She leaped over to him. "Where? Are they OK? Is Kemp hurt? Tell me!!!" She grabbed onto his t-shirt.
Jedidiah looked frightened but remained calm.
"Well, the girl with red hair is now crawling through the woods. A blonde boy and the man with the hat are in the mill. The guy with the hat has a broken leg. This other guy just got taken away by..." He trailed off.
Erin let go of his shirt and sighed with relief. "He's okay, he's not dead. They're all alive." She told herself.
A loud bang was heard up the staircase. The door was opening.
Jedidiah looked scared. "Oh no...he's coming." He squeaked, and hurried off into the darkness.
"NO! Wait!" Erin screamed after him.
Something was tumbling down the stairs. When it landed at the bottom, Erin jumped. It was Morgan.
She crawled over to him. "Morgan! Oh thank God Morgan!" She grabbed his neck and hugged him, but she got no reply.
She shook him slightly. "M-Morgan? Morgan, are you alright?"
That would be a no. His face was bruised. He had a black eye. Three teeth were knocked out. And worse, large gashes were torn into his torso.
She placed her hand on her mouth. "Dear God, what did they do to you?" She whispered.
Morgan couldn't even talk. He just spattered out blood.
Jedidiah slowly walked and crouched over him. "He's not dead, is he?"
"No." Erin shook her head. "I think he's just in shock.
She looked back down at Morgan. "Morgan, who did this to you?" No duh, but Erin needed to hear it for herself.
Morgan spit out more blood. "Guy...huge...chainsaw...grabbed me...beat me...slashed me." He said between spewing.
Erin's tears welched their way back down her cheeks. "Morgan, did you see Kemper?"
Morgan nodded and laughed softly. "He's with...Andy...the dumbass."
Erin scolded and got up, pacing.
"We've got to find a way out of here. I mean, to go save the others. Then we can leave-"
"And do what? ... Face it sweetie... we're so dead...we don't even know it." Morgan snickered.
Erin turned to him. "Stop! Okay? If you keep being negative, we'll never find a way out of this!"
"Erin...the only reason we got into this...was you being positive."
"Don't start! This is not all my fault!!!"
"Really? ... And who else's fault is it? ... Mr. Ed's?"
Erin groaned and walked over to a piano bench. She plopped down on it and turned to face the keys.
When she was just a wee one, still in her diapers, her mom put her in piano lessons.
It had something to do with her parent's obsession with Erin being perfect.
Imagine their shock when she brought home Kemper.
Anyway, she put her hands on the keys and began playing 'Freebird', her favorite song.
One day, she was sitting in the apartment with Kemp, bored to death, so she taught herself it.
Morgan rolled his eyes. "Erin, can you quit playing the fucking piano? Psycho man will hear ya. Besides, that only adds to the depression of this whole trip."
Erin stopped and put her head in her hands. For the first time in her life, she was no longer the strong one. Having to resort to piano, while Morgan sat there so calmly? Huh, who would've thought?
Andy had found an old canister of keg, sitting in a corner of the old mill. They popped it open, and tipped the opening into their mouths.
"Mmm, how old do ya think this stuff is Kemp?" Andy wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
"No clue. But whatever it is, it was a good year." He laughed, and then paused. "So, you and Pepper, eh?"
Andy nodded. "Yeah, I only knew her for like, less than a day. But I think its one of those love at first sight things, ya know... Gosh, I hope she's alright." He sighed heavily.
Kemper hit his shoulder. "Hey, don't think like that. She's okay. Just like Erin is."
"Kemper, how can you be so confident? Ok, a chainsaw psychopath took Erin. Probably Pepper too. How can you be so optimistic?" Andy slammed down the keg.
Kemper shrugged. "I don't know...Erin's a fighter, I guess. Always has been."
"S-so?! This guy was like 6'3 tall! He was humongous!!!"
"Andy, do you have ANY faith in Pepper? I mean, today she sat in the back of that God awful van, smelled that rotting corpse all day, and helped bury it. Seriously man, have a little faith."
Andy nodded. "You know your right. I mean, that guy wasn't so tough, was he?"
In a flash of blood, the maniac popped out of the cabinet, slicing and dicing Andy's right arm.
He wailed with pain, as Kemper tried to grab him.
But the chainsaw man was too strong, and pulled Andy away.
Kemper's eyes widened. "Andy?! ANDY!!!"
He was now alone. With a broken leg, and no chance of running away, he sat there, stunned, waiting for death.
Pepper had found her way to the trail and back to the van. Go figure.
"Andy!" She yelled hoarsely, her voice had left her back there in the Mill.
As she wondered along, she found herself in front of a trailer. It was old and run down.
Pepper's nose wrinkled as she saw mold growing on the sides of it.
But it was someone's house. Which probably meant that that someone had a phone. Only problem was, she didn't know who that someone was.
Andy woke up, finding himself in a damp, cold drafty place.
He sat up, groaning and looked at his right arm. A long cut was slashed down from his shoulder to his wrist, a line cut threw it. It looked like a cross.
Yeah, I know: short. But oh well, it had a lot of info in it! And of course I had to split up the couples and friends! I'm so mean. funnybunny7
