Metcalf's Cannibal Farm

I plotted out the rest of this story so we are all set. Towards the end, I went off course of the movie equivalent, so uhm yeah the deaths may not be the same, but the story stays true to its origin. Man y'all are going to love this chapter, how about three more deaths? Even better how about said deaths not by the hands of Metcalf or his son? Enjoy! *Insert Evil Giggles Here*.

Chapter 4 - Not What It Seems

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Andi & Marty have been dead now TJ has joined them in death. Buffy & Jonah remain in cages while Amber escaped with a key while Cyrus was let out by Dr Metcalf, who took him out of the storage unit while Amber was still hiding inside.

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After the storage unit fell silent again, a moment of silence took place as they reminisced what was to come to Cyrus whom was plucked from their clutches. He might as well be dead at this point, was the popular thought amongst the surviving gang of friends who now had to put more trust into each other's hands than they initially thought was possible. All of their lives were at stake. At any moment they could be robbed of the air that they breath, and blood that their heart pumps. Three of their friends have already been robbed of their lives.

Amber came out of hiding when she felt it was most safe with Metcalf now gone. "Quickly, come let us out, before they come back," Buffy said. Amber hurriedly jogged over to Buffy's, and kneeled down fiddling with the lock in her hand that was uncontrollably shaky. It baffled her how her hand could be shaking at the moment, there was no imminent threat besides the one that loomed over the crisp red tinted air inside the box. Amber took a few breaths to recoup before trying the lock again. Carefully she fit the key into the masterlock, and freed Buffy.

Amber didn't wait for Buffy to crawl out of the cage before going down the row to get to Jonah's cage. Going through the same procedure Jonah was now freed. With Amber no longer the only one her feet she gained some confidence. Buffy's first mission as a free woman was to get the hell out of this place. Sadly when she went to the sliding door her senses could not detect anything to latch onto the move the door open. It was only operable from the outside to her disappointment. This wasn't a mistake of the manufacturer, but a intention of the consumer.

"What the hell, we can't open this damn thing from the inside," Buffy exclaimed pissed off with veins bulging from her forehead as she slammed her hands onto the bare metal.

"Oh, knock that off," Jonah warned this time without covering his ears. The noises still hurt his head, just not as much anymore to the extent that he felt the need to hold his hands over his ears as if protecting them from the sound waves invading into his ears.

While the sun was setting that very gloom evening which may be their last the three trapped teenagers in the storage unit devised a plan of what they would do when someone enters the box. Amber and Buffy would stand back, while Jonah tackled down whomever was the unfortunate soul that walked past the opening. He would then apprehend them of any weapon they had, and use it against them or beat them merciless while Amber and Buffy stood by to assist if needed. It was three against one, or possibly two. For once the odds seemed to be in their favor. Metcalf was right about one thing, being free doesn't grant your escape to your imprisonment.

Cyrus was taken onto the front porch of the wooden farmhouse in which Metcalf and his son lived. Getting taken through the shabby faded color house Cyrus was lead up the creaky steps to the upstairs where there was only one hallway that lead to only one door which presented one room behind it. "This is my son's room, I'm sure you won't mind staying with him, he won't bite, but he might fight," Metcalf told Cyrus. "Now I'll leave the door unlocked incase you want to leave, but I don't advise it if you are wanting to live.

Dr Metcalf closes the distance between them with the wooden door, where Cyrus was now left staring at a old and dirty room. The corners of the interior had cobwebs, and the room was sparsely furnished with a rickety pipe frame bed with a misshapen mattress with a bedside table that housed up a small lamp without the shade leaving the bulb bare. On the opposing side where the door was, had a tool desk, with a chair. There was a backboard to it that held loads of equipment that Cyrus could not identify by name. There was a singular window that didn't let sunlight pass directly through it. Nor did it look big enough to let anyone go through it, even with busting out the framing of the window. The room was cool, probably had no insulation in the walls. Cyrus wondered how his principal made his son stay in such a inadequate space that he dare not call a bedroom.

The walls of the house were so shallow that Cyrus heard approaching footsteps all the way from the bottom of the stairwell. Cyrus instinctively dove to the floor, and rolled underneath the bed. He would clearly be seen if anyone even looked remotely at the bed. It was his best, and only option for means of hiding. If it was Metcalf he may be alright, but if it was his son, there was no telling how he might react to having Cyrus in his bedroom. All that Cyrus knows is that he has the capability and will power to kill children such as him. When the door opened Cyrus laid his head flat against the floor getting to see the boots with the small chain of shackles on the one. It was the son.

The son got dangerously close to the end of the bed where Cyrus' head was, luckily he just grunted while walking forward, and aggressively taking a seat at the workstation where he grabbed his old mask that Metcalf had told them about.

Cyrus studied the male as he sat in the seat, he didn't seem all that big and scary when he wasn't trying to slaughter people. That is when Cyrus realized that was a broken boy, that could be him. Sure he was a bit older than him, but overall his size wasn't too far off from his own. Cyrus calmed his nerves down by letting his brain believe that the leatherface man in the room with him is just a lost young man.

Cyrus' presence was unknown, and he intended to keep it that way, but how much longer could he keep up with his hiding? What if Cyrus let him leave the room, and he goes out and murders his boyfriend Jonah? Cyrus would feel at fault if any of his friends died at the hands of this man who he could have potentially stopped. The problem at hand was that Cyrus is weak, what was he meant to do? There was one thing that always gave a lot of power even to those not physical strong, and that said thing is weapons. If Cyrus could just obtain one, he would have the upperhand, and could kill the man before he killed his friends. This was going to be the hardest thing in his whole life if he pulled off this stunt. He would never hurt a fly, and now he is laying under a bed hidden away plotting how he will kill a liviging, breathing, real human being.

With the level that Cyrus' head was at, he could not see much of anything that was not at ground level with him. There was however the table which held the lamp at the end where his feet lay. Cyrus then heard a disgusting sound, making him turn to the source which was the pair of feet dangling from the legs of the man sitting on the chair. Cyrus didn't want to imagine what he could possible be doing over there. What Cyrus couldn't see was Metcalf's son undoing his latest face on his head, to reapply a new one that he had been working on with Marty's corpse.

Cyrus slowly, but surely shuffled around curling up into a little ball rotating his body around where he could now see the wall. Off to the side where the table was the key to Cyrus' survival. There laying on the ground was a steel spike. Cyrus was too distracted by what he had to do with it when he grabbed it, instead of thinking why it was there to begin with. Cyrus heard the young man crying out as he ripped off a layer of his face, and decided he could sneak out from under the bed, and stand up without being heard. Every so carefully Cyrus held the spike in one hand, and covered his mouth with the other as he wiggled out from under the bed. Resting the spike on top of the mattress he stood up, and took ahold of his weapon once again. He had never seen a steel spike that was this sharp before, it was as if it was made for killing.

Slowly approaching behind Cyrus threaded across the floorboards, only to feel his heart leave his body when one of the floorboards had made a creaking noise. With the noise now made the son had turned around in his chair with the top half of his fleshy mask undone, and hanging down over the bottom half of his face. He tried to let out a scream, but was silenced by the innocent Goodman boy who lunged forward driving the spike into the side of his neck going down into his chest. Cyrus released the spike as the body spasmed with copious amounts of blood leaking from his neck. He looked to be seizing out while his body flopped out of the chair, and his chains from his ankle flopping all around making a load of ruckus. Seconds later the movement stopped, and he was dead. Cyrus had killed him.

If his dad was in the house he would surely come check on them so Cyrus had to move fast with his next course of action. Cyrus knew that he had to hide the body, and had to replace him. To do so Cyrus stripped off his pants, and shoes leaving them under the bed against the wall. Now in his underwear, socks, and shirt Cyrus removed the larger pants, and put them on feeling the filth crawl onto his exposed skin. Next he put on the boots which he learned actually had the chain attached to the right one instead of just being on the leg of the man. Cyrus hated what he had to do next which was to remove the large navy blue jacket that was blood soaked at parts, and put it on himself. When Cyrus moved around the body to strip the jacket off even more blood soaked into it, and got onto his hands. The blood that Cyrus got onto his hands only added to his look of being Metcalf's son as he adjusted the large jacket on his slightly smaller frame.

Using his bloody hands Cyrus ran his hands through his hair giving it a even messier, and disgusting look to match the hair of the man he had just kilt. The last thing he had to do was grab the old mask that he used to wear, and put it on like he was dressing up for halloween. When the real monster was him. Cyrus struggled as he tried to move the blood oozing body elsewhere, he dragged it over to the bedside, and pulled it up onto the bed pushing the blankets off the other end. Once the mess was onto the bed Cyrus used a few of the blankets to try to clean up the still fresh blood, and then he tossed those dirty blankets over the body in the bed. Cyrus stuck the spike into his large work jeans front pocket incase he got into some trouble with Metcalf who would more than likely have a gun, and win the battle. Afterall Cyrus is solely responsible for the death of his only son.

Cyrus had covered his tracks just in the nick of time for the door to open up with Metcalf not even getting a good look at who all was in the room. "Come on," he ordered as Cyrus left the room with him. Cyrus was thankful he was following behind Metcalf that way he would not have enough time to figure out that he was not actually his son. While they walked down the stairs Cyrus held a finger on the spike that was in pocket knowing that at any moment he could risk it, and try stabbing his school principal just like he done to the only family had left.

"I want you to go, and fetch another one of them brats, and bring them out to the stables, for me," Metcalf told Cyrus when they reached the bottom of the stairs and exited out of the house. Dr Metcalf knew that Cyrus was following behind him because of the sound of the chains he had grown accustomed to, and paired in his head to be associated with his son. However it was strange to Metcalf that his son had swapped out faces, for that old boring mask. Then again he probably didn't have the mask of Marty's face completed yet, so he didn't put much further thought into it as they left the home.

Cyrus had never once heard Metcalf's son speak, so when Dr Metcalf spoke, he gave no verbal answer to him. When they had gotten outside onto the front porch there was a bench like seat that had a lid that Dr Metcalf lifted up, and reached in to take out a chainsaw that they had all seen before. He handed it to Cyrus who had to release his hold on the steel spike in his pocket that was still fresh with blood. The weight of the chainsaw surprised Cyrus' and he almost dropped it. He had to picture someone holding the chainsaw to remember how one holds it so Metcalf knowns that something is not up.

While Cyrus was holding the chainsaw Dr Metcalf pulled back the chain break starting the chainsaw up which scared Cyrus. The only other thing he noticed on the saw as he held it while it vibrated was the throttle that he figured he would do something with to actually make it cut, and get real loud. Metcalf lead Cyrus out to the storage unit while the sun was going down making it harder to see while he walked with the steady hum of the chainsaw buzzing in the back of his head. The worst part was that Cyrus hadn't been wearing the mask for very long, and his face was already starting to get hot from his own breath.

Metcalf stopped partway to the storage unit to watch Cyrus as he sat down the chainsaw, and opened the sliding door which used up most of his strength. Metcalf saw he had it under control and started going to the stable only to stop and listen some more when he got some unexpected sounds from the storage unit. With the door now opened Cyrus picked back up the chainsaw, and got ready to enter the area, he stayed silent under the impression that Dr Metcalf was still following closely behind him.

On the inside of the storage unit the dynamic trio got into their planned positions. As Cyrus walked in the chainsaw as saw first and Jonah had second thoughts about tackling the guy. Nonetheless Jonah jumped on from the side as Cyrus entered in, and fell to the floor with Jonah on top of him. Jonah pinned his arms down making the chainsaw fall to the side while Cyrus struggled to gain any control. Cyrus was about to say something, but Jonah had landed a firm punch on Cyrus' jaw making his bottom row of teeth collide with his top row causing him great pain. Cyrus tried to say something again, but was only met by more and more punches. Meanwhile Metcalf was confused why the loud sound the chainsaw was not being made. He started to head up there to investigate.

Buffy was confused by how easily Jonah had gotten down Metcalf's son, meanwhile Amber grabbed the chainsaw and turned it off. Something in Buffy told her that it was not him, but her friend Cyrus. The chocolate brown orbs in the eye holes of the mask gave that one away pretty clear, and the fact that he was not kicking with his legs while getting beat showed he did not know how to fight. Clearly this had to be Cyrus and no Metcalf's son. Blood started to stream out of Cyrus' mouth with his gums all bloody from his own teeth that shattered and impaled them. "Jonah stop!" Buffy yelled, but Jonah kept going making sure to finish him off. Cyrus rolled his head over to the side giving up all hope, he couldn't speak of fight. Jonah nearly broke his knuckles with his final punch to the bottom of Cyrus' nose breaking it and pushing the embedded bone into his brain ending his life. When Jonah did that last hit it had moved the mask upwards to see a clean fresh chen rather than one with stitches and multiple layers of flesh. At that realization Jonah knew that he had made a huge mistake.

Buffy had shoved Jonah over, and she ripped off the mask to see Cyrus' nose dislocated and his busted up mouth, and pools of blood that streaked his face with matching evidence on Jonah's bare hands. Amber gasped covering her mouth, and dropping the chainsaw to the ground in front of her.

When Jonah had recovered he too had saw what the girls were in awe about. There laying on the ground was his dead boyfriend. In that moment Jonah's mind only went to one event back when Marty had first gotten shot.

"We're going to die," Cyrus sobbed to himself shaking tremendously. He would give anything for this to not be real. It was like he was living in one of those horror movies that Jonah tried to get him to watch.

The shuffles of feet was gone, but the murmurs of whispers, and quiet crying was still heard as Metcalf approached a stall in the back where the sound was coming from.

"No we're not, I won't let you die," Jonah told Cyrus holding him close trying to silence the boy.

Jonah promised that he would not let Cyrus die on his watch, now to know that he was the death of his Cy-Guy was the worst feeling in the entire world. His existence didn't matter anymore, he was a murderer just like Dr Metcalf. He wouldn't fight back if Buffy and Amber wanted to take the chainsaw to his chest and saw him in half for what he had just done. He thought it was bad with Amber having to draw blood from her boyfriend, but this was a million times worse. Jonah stared down at his boyfriends blood on his hands as tears fell from his eyes joining the blood.

"You killed him," Buffy deadpanned way too late, not helping Jonah's case. Buffy quietly repeated to herself the words, "Cyrus is dead." She didn't want to believe that her sweetest friend was now dead, but it was impossible with all the evidence laid out before her.

When Metcalf got up to the storage unit he saw his son laying on the ground dead, "noo, you killed him!" Metcalf immediately drew his revolver and pulled the hammer back cocking it. Metcalf then got to the entrance and saw the face of another on his son's body to learn it was not actually his son at all. This meant that his son could still be alive. "Who did this?" Dr Metcalf asked aggressively.

Jonah raised his hand up in the air accepting his fate as Amber did not dare pick up the chainsaw with the man having them all at gunpoint. Buffy looked sympathetically at Jonah as if she was saying goodbye for the last time to him. "Just kill me, I'm a murderer," Jonah pleaded being still on his knees.

"What's the fun in that, we have these two lovely ladies that can do that for me."
"I'm not killing him," Buffy stated.

"Oh, but you will stuff him in that furnace and watch him be roasted alive, or I will shoot you right here and now. It's your choice," Metcalf told them.
"We'll do it," Amber said butting in. Jonah wanted to die at the moment, but not in one of the most painful ways possible. Whatever, he thought, he probably deserved it this way, he already ruined someones life, there was no point in fighting back and causing even more trouble for his friends.

"You'll find that you have to lift the latch up before pulling the door open," Metcalf told them as the two girls got Jonah up to his feet, and dragged him over to the furnace. This was it for him. Nothing in his world felt right at that moment, luckily for him he wouldn't have to deal with the world's worst guilt for much longer. Metcalf scooped up the chainsaw from the ground, and placed it outside before walking back in with his gun still set on one of them.

They opened the long tunnel of the furnace and hoisted Jonah's legs up into it. Already it felt like they were standing less than a foot away from the flames of a bonfire. The cement on the inside was scorching hot, and bubbled Jonah's flesh through his clothing. Jonah screamed from the pain only to scare Amber, and Buffy who used his shoulders and head to slide him down further to where they could shut it back. When they slide his body the already burnt bubbly flesh had gotten wiped off, but the temperature as too hot for his blood to bleed instead it all got chard boiled. Jonah's head was at the small window at the front of the furnace as he screamed, but could not be heard over the roaring flames of the pit. It glowed brighter than ever, and once Metcalf knew that the boy was unsavable he shut the door back leaving the two girls inside.

They watched as his glowing face faded with flames to a black outline that fell still, and crumbled away to ashes. They both stopped watching as they could not take seeing the torture that they had just put Jonah though. First it was Marty and Andi, then TJ, and now Cyrus and Jonah.

There was no chance of surviving for any of them. Now Amber and Buffy remain with Cyrus dead one side and Jonah no longer living on the other. And to think all of Cyrus' hard efforts were for nothing. In the end, he died, but not from who he would have expected it to be in a thousand years. He watched as his lover took his own life.

End Of Chapter 4

Whoopsie I was having trouble finding way to wrap up this chapter and end it. I hope that three fresh new deaths satisfies all of you. Man this was the chapter I was waiting for, the day that Cyrus died at the hands of Jonah, his boyfriend, even after being promised that he would be protected from death. I hope yins are happy with this outcome so far. With only Buffy, Amber, and Dr Metcalf left, how do you predict the final showdown will go down?

I'm thinking one or two more chapters left, with three more deaths, does that sound good to y'all? Please review, I'm desperate for any attention at all!

~Banana