Disclaimer: I don't own anything affiliated with Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I'm just a crazed fan!
A/N: Okay I haven't updated in like what, half a year? So sorry! I just have been busy with other stories and I could never think of anything else to write. But than, BAM! Just like that I got an idea. So yay!
Enjoy!
Pepper scrambled up to the old trailer, tears pouring down her face. She was saved! These people could help her; get her out of this nightmare of a town.
She arose to her feet after what seemed like a lifetime of crawling. Her breath became raspier as she pounded her fists against the screen door.
"Help!" She cried out. "Help me!"
A tiny wail came from the back of the trailer, making Pepper seem even safer. A baby! A family probably lived here, oblivious to this whole chainsaw ordeal. Yes, they could drive her away, to Dallas preferably. And she could go back to her family, and beg for forgiveness for even thinking of leaving for Mexico in the first place. The more Pepper thought about this, the more anxious she became for the door to swing open.
At last, after a good long minute, the door behind the screen creaked open. A woman, who looked malnourished, opened the door slightly, just to see who was standing on her doorstep. "Who's out there?" She asked quietly, in a voice that sounded all but comforting.
"Please…please let me in." She sobbed. "I need help." Pepper pleaded.
"What do you want? Who are you?" The woman growled.
"My friends…" Pepper could barely make it out, the sobs basically took up all breath she had in her. "My friends…this guy with a chainsaw…you've got to help! Let me in!" She hysterically began twisting the locked doorknob to the screen, praying it would give loose.
The woman opened the door wider. "Oh." She said, a whole new look spreading across her face. She was smiling, as if she had been expecting Pepper. "Oh yes dear, do come in and tell us about this 'man with a chainsaw'."
She took Pepper by the shoulders and led her into a small living room, a fat lady with glasses reading a book in an armchair. Pepper wondered if the lady had eaten all of the food, and the skinny lady had none.
The fat lady looked up from the book. "Oh! Deary me! Well, don't you just look a mess!" She tutted.
Pepper scrambled to the window, shutting the breeze out. "Lock the doors! Bolt the windows, he's going to find us!"
"Ain't anybody going to come through that door, now deary." The fat woman smiled. She paused. "What's wrong deary, would you like some tea?"
Pepper sunk into the moth eaten couch and nodded. "Yea, tea would be good."
"Now, who's got you all shook up? The boogie man?" The fat lady giggled. The way she had said that sounded all too wrong.
Pepper shook her head. "No!" She croaked out. "He's a very bad man…he's big and-and-" She couldn't go on. "Please!" She crawled on her knees and grabbed onto the skinny lady's robe. "You have to get me out of here!"
The lady jerked her robe away in disgust, while the fat one laughed. "Oh no, deary. You're not going anywhere…"
Erin and Morgan sat in the basement, Erin sitting cross-legged on the floor while Morgan leaned against the wall. They were hopeless. There was no way out.
It had been a couple of hours…no sign of movement upstairs…just silence. Erin kept glancing down at the tear-cut diamond ring on her finger. Kemper was probably dead. She tried to hold back her tears, but was unsuccessful.
Morgan rolled his eyes. They were sitting there, alone, and all she could do was cry. They could at least make out. He hadn't gotten any in months, and he simply refused to die without some type of pleasure. He snickered. "Oh, for Christ's sake, shut up."
Erin looked up at him, her tear-stricken face in shock. "Wh-what?"
He looked down at her. "You heard me. You know, instead of moping around, you could actually help in finding a way out of here." Erin couldn't believe him. She rose to her feet. "Wh-what?" She repeated. "How can you even talk like that?" She fought the urge to break into sobs again. "Your friends, probably the only ones you will ever have, might be dead. And all you can do is sit there, worrying about yourself…gah, I can't even believe you!" She turned around, beginning to cry again. If she had to be stuck with someone, it most definitely was not Morgan.
Morgan began to anger. "You know what Erin? Yeah, Kemper probably is dead! And so is Pepper! And so is Andy! And do you know what? I don't care! I just want to get out of here!" He stormed off into the darkness.
Erin picked up an old rock that was lying around and through it in the direction that he walked off to. "Well, I hope that man finds you! Stupid prick…" Erin shook her head. She had no clue to how Kemper and Morgan had become friends. But there was one thing for sure: he would NOT be the Best Man.
She heard him mumble "Whatever…" Thank God…Erin thought to herself. But then she realized something. She was alone again. And she had a better off chance of surviving if Morgan was there to protect her. Well, not so much protect. More like be the person Erin throws into the chainsaw guy, while she runs away.
She tried to whistle to retain her thoughts…it didn't work. Why they did that in all of those old horror flicks was beyond her. Then she thought she heard something…it sounded like moaning. Not sexual moaning or anything, but painful moaning.
"Morgan?" She gulped out, but got no response. "Morgan, if you are screwing with me, I will kill you!" Still no response…but suddenly the moaning got louder, until there was practically screaming.
"Morgan!" She leapt up off of her butt, and ran into the darkness, blinded and having no clue to where she was going. The few rays of lights that shown through the cracks in the ceiling were gone, and now it was just darkness. But the screaming could still be heard, and as much as she loathed Morgan, she didn't want him to die either. "Morgan!"
Then, to her right, she saw movement. She yelped, backing up against the wall. Then she realized something…someone was hanging from the ceiling. But it wasn't Morgan.
Erin gasped, slapping her hands to her mouth. "Andy!" She ran over to the spot where he hung from the ceiling. To her horror, she saw that he hung from a hook. "Oh, Andy…" She whimpered. Andy opened one eye slightly. "Pep-Pepper?" He stuttered out.
Erin reached up and grabbed his hand. "No…no its Erin." She sniffed. She couldn't believe it. Who would do such a thing? Andy groaned again. "Where's Pepper?" He cried out. Erin quickly shushed him. "Shh…we have to be quiet."
"Where's Pepper?" He repeated quieter, looking down at Erin with a blood-stained face. Erin bit her lip. She had no idea what to say. "Um…w-we never exactly found her. Her or Kemp." Kemper...the thought of him being dead made her shudder.
Andy hung his head. "I knew it…she's dead." He looked back up, but this time his face had streams of tears running down it. Erin shook her head quickly. "No. You don't know that."
Andy grew silent. "Andy? ANDY!" Erin shook him hard, and climbed on top of an old lawn chair and pushed all of Andy's weight upwards. Andy groaned loudly as Erin thudded him back down onto the hook.
"God!" Erin cried out. She couldn't do it alone. "Morgan!" She screamed. "Morgan, help!" For a few minutes she heard silence, until somewhere nearby she heard "Erin! Erin, where are you!" Erin looked around. Everything was dark. "Follow my voice!" Andy moaned again. Erin whimpered "And hurry!"
A few minutes later Morgan ran beside her. "Erin! Thank God…" He breathed, until he saw Andy hanging by the hook. "Oh god!" He yelled out, turning around.
Erin whipped him back around to face her. "Look, I need your help to get him down, so listen. Okay?" He nodded, shaking from head to toe. Erin desperately looked back at Andy, who had grown silent again.
"I'm gonna lift him from the top, and you'll push his feet upwards. After we get him off the hook, you are going to have to carry him back over to the stairs. We've got to find something to stop the bleeding." Morgan agreed, and Erin climbed back up onto the chair. "1-2-3!" Morgan groaned as he pushed Andy's legs up above his head, as Erin lifted Andy's shoulders. Andy screamed in pain.
Finally, the hook gave way and Andy fell into Morgan's arms. Morgan shifted his weight, looking at Erin. "What do we do now?"
Erin bit her lip and searched for something to wrap around the wound on his back from the hook. Finally, she took the alternative. "Take off your shirt." She ordered, looking at Morgan. Morgan sort of half smiled.
"Um, Erin. I really don't think now's the best time." Erin could have slapped him, well actually, she did. He yelped. "Take off your fucking shirt, moron!" Erin shrieked at him. "Fine!" He screamed back, handing Andy over to Erin for the moment that he took off his Air Supply shirt.
Erin handed Andy back to Morgan, and yanked the shirt out of his hands. Then, she swiftly wrapped the clothing around his back. "There," She sighed. "That should stop the bleeding for the time being."
She helped Morgan carry Andy back over to the dimly lit area, and laid him on the ground. Andy groaned again, wincing slightly. Morgan sat down next to him, watching helplessly as his friend suffered. Maybe he did care…
Erin, however, had something else on her mind: Kemper. "Andy? Andy, listen to me. This is important." She crouched down next to him, grabbing his face. "Did you see Kemper?"
Andy was going into shock, he squirmed in convulsions. Erin slapped him. Morgan stepped in. "Hey! Erin, what the fuck!" "Shut it Morgan, this is important!" Erin yelled back, and then looked back down to Andy. "Andy, please answer me…please." She whispered, feeling she would burst into tears at any moment.
Andy's eyes were beginning to roll. "Mill…" He said in a barely audible tone. Erin shook her head. "What?" "The Mill…" Andy's voice quavered. Everything was fading to black…
Pepper groaned…what was happening? She was so tired all of a sudden…the fat lady grinned in her seat. "Drink your tea, deary." Pepper took another sip, the more she drank the more she grew sleepy.
In the other room, Pepper could hear the faint voice of the skinny lady on the phone. "Yes. We have one here. On his way?" Pepper squinted her eyes, and stumbled into the back bedroom where the lady stood. "Wh-what's going on?" She mumbled, her head starting to spin. The lady surprisingly hung up the phone. Pepper spoke up, more loudly this time. "Who's 'on his way'?"
The lady gave her a cold smile. "No need to worry about that now. Did you drink all of your tea?" She led Pepper back into the living area, sitting her down on the couch. "Now, deary…everything will be over soon. Yes…" She soothingly, yet, not so soothingly told her.
Pepper whimpered. "I just-just wanna go…" And her eye lids drifted shut.
When Kemper awoke from his period of drunkenness, he could feel a slight breeze running through his hair. He started to shift his weight, when he realized he was hanging upside down. "What the fuck?" He grumbled, opening his eyes to see the grassy ground below his streaming by.
A strong grip held him down, and he instantly realized that the man with the Leatherface was carrying him, to regions unknown. This was his chance…if he was really silent, he could get away. Away from this hellhole. Away from all of this. And then he would run, run faster than anything he'd ever experienced.
He mentally counted down, and when he got to ten, he abruptly squirmed out of the man's grip, falling face first into the ground. It took a second for the man to realize what was happening, but he instantly whirled around on Kemper. Kemper tried to stand, but his broken, swollen leg had other plans. He cried out in pain, and suddenly the man's foot was pushed into the back of his leg, knocking him to the ground. The man then grabbed his broken leg, and twisted it as far as it would go. Kemper shrieked, digging his fingernails into the dirt. "NO! GET OFF ME YOU SICK BASTARD!"
But 'Leatherface' persevered. He dragged Kemper by his broken leg all the way to a shack that Kemper had never seen before. Kemper, still screaming in protest, was thrown into a closet, and Leatherface picked him up by his leg. Kemper cried out in agony, tears sprinkling down his face.
And the man spoke, for the first time. "Try to get away now." He muttered gruffly. He picked up an old rope and tied it to Kemper's foot and to the coat hanger in the closet, so that he was hanging upside down.
Kemper couldn't take the pain anymore. "LET GO OF ME, YOU DIRTY SON OF A BITCH! GET ME DOWN! GET ME DOWN!" But the man slammed the door in his face, and darkness was all that could be seen.
Drip…Drip…Drip...Gah, what is that noise? Pepper thought, as she awoke from her unconsciousness. She expected to see the fat lady, calmly kitting a scarf or something over in her chair, or the skinny lady sitting next to her, feeding the baby. But she didn't…
In fact, when she opened her eyes, she instantly saw red. "Oh my gosh!" She squirmed, trying to wipe whatever the hell was in her eyes away, but found that she could barely move her arms or legs. She lifted up her head, and forcefully pulled her hand up to her face, furiously wiping.
She looked down at her hand, revealing blood smeared all over its back side. "What the hell…" She muttered, looking straight up to see where the blood was coming from.
Arms…at least six arms hung from the ceiling, rotting away…blood dripping off of them into her eyes. She gasped…and she didn't stop gasping.
Especially when she looked down to see that she was lying on a table, bound by chains to the sides. She whimpered "Oh my God…" "Oh my God…" "Oh my God…" over and over again.
She heard more buzzing, and tried to swat whatever was flying around by her ear away. That was something she couldn't handle…she felt her stomach coming up and fought the urge to puke all over herself. She mentally thanked Jesus, the Saints, and anything else Holy that both of her arms were still in tact.
While breathing this sigh of relief, she felt the strong urge that someone was watching her. She moved her hand around, and felt something sticky. She grabbed it, picking it up. Wrong decision…
It was a face…not a head, because it didn't have any bones or cartilage. It was just skin…with deep holes for the eyes and scraggily skin for the nose. But what really got her, was that its mouth was open in terror, as if it had been cut off while the person was alive.
She began yelling, furiously jerking her chains trying to get lose. She managed to sit up, seeing the worst sight imaginable. In a broken mirror, on the wall opposite of her, she saw her self, shrieking in panic.
Her face, however, looked different. A perfectly cut circle bled through her skin, as if a pattern for cutting. That's it…
Pepper did the only thing she knew to do…scream. Scream as if her lungs were to burst any second. Scream so that a person, if there was any person, 20 miles away would wince in discomfort.
Her shrieking turned into bawling, and then the two collided, making a horrible sound that resembled an animal dying. She prayed; to whatever religious mass that could hear her prayers that her Guardian Angel would come.
It had been an hour since Erin and Morgan had found Andy, hooked to the ceiling from some random spot in the endless basement. After sleeping most of the time, Andy finally woke up, to Erin and Morgan sleeping. Erin's head was tilted on Morgan's shoulder, as if they were a couple. Wow, Andy thought. If only Erin could see herself now. He laughed to himself, trying to sit up with no avail.
He groaned, and instantly, Erin woke up. She first spotted Andy trying to sit up by himself, and started to move when she felt curly locks of dark brown hair against her forehead. "What the fuck!" She scrambled up, and Morgan's head hit the pavement below him.
Erin stared down at Morgan in disgust, as Morgan sat up, rubbing his head. "What the fuck! Erin!" He mimicked, as Erin shuddered at the thought that a few seconds ago, she was closer than five feet to Morgan.
"What kind of shit were you trying to pull?" Erin asked, approaching Andy, but talking to Morgan. She looked down to Andy. "Are you feeling better?" She asked gently, helping him sit up. He moaned, but nodded. "Yeah, I think I'll be okay." He sighed, referring to the hole in his back. "I don't think it's too deep."
Erin nodded, and continued to round on Morgan. "What, did you think you were gonna get some?" She asked, hands on hips.
Morgan snorted and stood up. "Yeah right, look. I don't fuck virgins." He held his hands up, while Erin scoffed.
"Please, I am not a virg-"
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. But you know, Erin, masturbation doesn't really count as 'sex'" He did his fingers in little quotation marks, smiling.
"I bet I've gotten more than you." Erin slit her eyes coldly.
Morgan's smile dropped. "Look woman, you are coming seriously close to-"
Erin smirked. "Oh make a move. Please. Besides, you won't hit a girl. You don't have the balls. Or any balls, come to think of it."
Andy shakingly stood up, trying to get in between them. "You guys, c'mon…"
Morgan popped his knuckles. "No, you're right Erin. I don't hit girls. Well, I guess I'll have no problem hitting you then." He moved forward, and Erin started ushering to him, smiling. "Bring it, bitch."
The two were inches from touching, when Andy held both of them back. "You guys, listen." He whispered shortly, the two growing silent.
At first, nothing could be heard. Morgan rolled his eyes. "What exactly am I supposed to be hear-" Andy clapped his hand to Morgan's mouth.
Far off, in the distant corners of the seemingly continual basement, Erin could hear gasping…gasping turned into yelling…yelling turned into screaming…and screaming turned into pure agony in audio form.
It was a scream they all had heard many-many times that day. It was a scream that could only belong to…Pepper.
Andy didn't say a word. At the quickest pace he could muster, he stumbled into the darkness. Morgan and Erin looked at each other and silently followed him.
Pepper kept screaming, and Andy finally found a room, bolted with twelve screws.
"Pepper!" He yelled into the secured door. "Pepper, are you hurt?"
The screaming stopped momentarily. "A-Andy? Andy, is that you?" She whimpered, tugging at her chains.
"Yeah! It's me!" Andy smiled, frantically searching the outside perimeter of the door for keys. "A-are you hurt?"
Pepper began to cry again, and touched the top of her forehead. "Andy…he's going to cut off my face." She sobbed.
Andy's eyebrow furrowed. "Wh-what?"
"He's going to cut off my face!" She repeated, becoming hysterical again. "You have to get me out of here!" She screamed.
"Okay, calm down baby. Andy's going to get you out." Andy quickly found the keys in an old toolbox and unbolted the locks on the door one by one. When he finally got the door open, he ran in. "Pepper!"
"Oh gosh!" Pepper sobbed, as Andy flung himself into her. She held him tighter than she had ever held on to anything before. "I-I th-thought you guys had l-left me…" She cried into his shoulder.
Andy pressed his forehead into hers. "No baby, I will never leave you again. Do you understand me?" It took a lot to make Andy cry, but in that one moment, nothing else in the world mattered. He freely let the tears roll down his sweaty, tan face, as Pepper tried to wipe them away.
Pepper nodded, crying too.
Erin and Morgan appeared in the doorway, and Pepper momentarily looked passed Andy to see them. Erin, overcome by emotion, moved forward and hugged Pepper, as if they had been best friends for years. "Don't do that to us again, k' bitch?" Erin joked, wiping her tears away.
Pepper nodded again, smiling this time. Then her smile faltered. "H-hey…where's…?" She didn't even have to say his name, before Erin looked away. Erin shrugged. "We haven't found him yet."
Pepper nodded slowly and sadly. "Don't lose hope, Erin. I mean, you guys found me." She sniffed, giving a little half smile. Erin nodded and ruffled Pepper's hair. "Yeah, we found you Salt."
Pepper gasped. "Don't call me that." She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip.
Erin started to say something, but Morgan groaned. "Oh c'mon…we found Pepper. Yay!" He gave a sarcastic two thumbs-up. Then he moved forward, out of the doorway and towards the others. "But what I don't think we've realized, is that we have a mass murderer trying to kill off every single one of our asses and we're standing around here, having our own fucking Sunny and Cher Variety Hour." He shrugged and looked thoughtfully around the room. "There's a window, right there." He said, leaping on top of a counter, pulling down a navy old, raggedly-looking towel. Instantly, sunlight filled the room. "Let there be light." He smiled, throwing the towel on the floor.
Andy ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair, examining Pepper's chains. "What I don't get, is how we get these chains loose." Pepper spoke up. "I remember seeing a set of keys somewhere…"
She looked around, finally looking straight up. Arms…the arms all over again. She felt her stomach turn, but kept her composure. She had grown a skin for seeing all the blood and gore now. She peeled her eyes, seeing a set of keys clinched in one of the arms fists.
"There," She nodded her head towards one of the arms. Andy reached up, yanking down the arm from its hook. Pepper wrinkled her nose as he laid the arm only inches from her face. Andy grunted as he opened the fist, that obviously insisted on keeping the keys. But the fist snapped shut. "Great…just damn great." He groaned, kicking a nearby paint can. "God…" He walked away in frustration, putting his arms on his head.
"Let me give it a spin." Morgan muttered, hopping down from the counter he stood. With his strongest grip, he managed to get open the fist. "Ha ha…" He smiled, winking down at Pepper, who rolled her eyes. "Take a good look at the guns." Morgan kissed his upper arm muscle.
Andy turned around in surprise. "What? How the fuck did you do that?"
Morgan shrugged, cockily. "Some people just got it."
Andy rolled his eyes and unlocked Pepper's chains.
Pepper moaned as she stood on her feet for the first time in hours. "Thank God!"
Andy wrapped his arms around her waist. "No, thank Andy." He snarled playfully, and they instantly began making out.
Morgan scoffed. "Please...I think a 'thank Morgan' is necessary." Andy and Pepper paid no attention, and continued to have their 'tongue escapades'.
Andy moaned in pleasure as Pepper ran her hands down his back, but pulled away abruptly. Pepper's brow furrowed. "What? What is it?" He didn't answer. He crouched over in pain. "Andy!" She bent down to be face-to-face with him. "What's-" She halted, her eyes widening as she looked at his back. "Baby…what did he do to you?" She whispered, putting her hands on her mouth. He sat up; his face still grimaced in pain. "It's nothing…" He tried to wave it off.
Pepper shook her head. "No, I think its something. Turn around." She ordered, trying to see the humongous puncture in his upper back. But he grabbed her shoulders. "No! It's nothing, okay? Let it go…" He walked away from her, and over to the other side of the room by Morgan and Erin. Pepper frowned. "Fine…" She murmured, giving up.
Boom. Erin spoke up, eyes widened. "What the hell was that...?" She whispered. Boom. "Oh my gosh!" Pepper whimpered, as Andy pulled her behind him for protection. Boom. It was coming closer.
"We've got to get out of here now." Erin ordered, jumping on top of the old counter and busting out the window. "Pepper-" She ushered, but Morgan came forward, wiggling out of the window like a coward into the grass. Erin yelled angrily. "Morgan!"
But Andy was already climbing out, followed by Erin. Andy reached his head in the window. "C'mon Pepper!" He held out his hand. Pepper stood there, shocked. "Pepper, COME ON!" Pepper screamed as Leatherface kicked open the door, holding his chainsaw over his head. He let it roar.
Pepper scrambled through the window, and was almost out, before Leatherface pulled her leg. She fell back into the basement, falling face first onto the counter top. "DON'T LEAVE ME!" Pepper shrieked. "PEPPER!" Andy screamed back, reaching into the window and grabbing Pepper's hand. He, Erin, and Morgan tugged on her arm, pulling her back up to the window. It became a tug-a-war.
Suddenly, Leatherface let open his chainsaw again, slicing into Pepper's stomach. Pepper gave out a sort of gurgled yelp, before falling limply into Andy's arms. "PEPPER!" He screamed, tugging harder one last time before pulling her out of the window completely. Leatherface ran out of the room, to come find them outside of the house.
Andy laid Pepper out on the ground, sobbing and examining her wounds. "Oh God, baby…" He gagged, unable to look at her anymore. Her eyes were drifting shut, as blood trickled out of the left corner of her mouth. He cried into her chest, shaking her gently. "Wake up baby…wake up." He sobbed into her neck now, as he felt her breathing slow.
Erin, who too was now crying, bent down to Andy. "Andy, we need to get out of here. He'll be coming out here any minute for us." Andy shook his head slowly, bawling. "I promised I wouldn't leave her…I-I can't…" He sobbed painfully, howling into her chest.
Morgan stepped forward. "I'll take her." He said shortly, before lifting her up into his arms carelessly. Erin helped a distressed Andy up, as they heard the chainsaw start up again on the other side of the house. "To the woods!" Erin shouted over the rip-roaring noise. The three bolted threw the overgrown grass and into the darkening woods ahead.
Twenty minutes later, they stood at a clearing in the woods, the chainsaw dieing out long ago. Erin gave the okay, and Morgan wheezing sat Pepper on the ground. Her breath was raspy. Andy fell to his knees beside her, as did Morgan and Erin.
Erin shook Pepper abruptly. "C'mon Pepper, wake up." She slapped Pepper's face, getting no reply. Erin put her ear down to Pepper's mouth, her face falling as she sat up slowly. "Th-there's no…" She looked at Andy helplessly. "She's not breathing, Andy." Andy shook his head. "No…" He whispered. Erin silently sobbed, seeing Andy break down completely. "I'm sorry…"
Andy fell onto Morgan, who surprisingly, wrapped his arms around one of his only friend's. "I'm sorry, man…" Morgan choked out, but refusing to cry.
Andy's sorrow turned into rage. He cried out in frustration, before kicking a nearby tree stump. "You did this to her…DO YOU HEAR ME YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! YOU KILLED HER!" He screamed into the woods, birds flying out of their trees.
Erin stood and approached him, her finger to her mouth. "We have to be quiet, Andy." She said softly.
Andy twirled around to face her. "Let him come!" He screamed. "Just l-let him…" He couldn't complete the sentence. He fell onto Erin, who fell to her knees with his weight. She hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry sweetie…I'm sorry…" She whispered over and over in his right ear, as he sobbed into her shoulder.
Suddenly, they heard a small, almost inaudible cough. Morgan stood up slowly, not taking his eyes off of Pepper. "I think something's happening…" He said shakily. Andy gradually let go of Erin, both looking down at Pepper.
Pepper was coughing up blood, it sputtered all over her face. Andy slid down next to her, grabbing her face and crying. "Pepper? Pepper, baby…" When she was done coughing, she opened her eyes momentarily. "Is…face…" She murmured. Andy smiled, laughing and looking up and Erin and Morgan. "Speak up baby!"
"Is my face still attached to my head?" She asked weakly, and Andy scooped her up, burying his head in her hair. "I thought I lost you again Salt…" He sobbed. Pepper coughed again.
Erin was too laughing and crying at the same time. "She doesn't look to good…" Morgan observed. "We need to get her some place and fast." It was true…Pepper's eyes were fluttering again as Andy sprawled her out on his arms, carrying her. Erin's eyebrow furrowed.
"Over there…" She pointed to a wooden shack. "I-I think it's empty."
The threesome, with Pepper in Andy's arms, hurried to the shack, unaware of what was in store for them.
OMG! This is awesome! I updated finally! I even made it extra long, for your enjoyment! Okay, I showed you mine, now you show me yours (reviews I mean, for all of you sickos) ;) Read and review PLEASE!
