Leatherface vs Creeper

by ALIASX47

Sequel to Leatherface vs. Jason

2. Update

"NOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" Michael screamed, being jerked away from his gruesome dream. Sweat dripped down his face as he looked around. The horrible dream still lingered in his mind. He finally realized where he was. He was in the same room that Quana had been in during his dream. "HEY!!!!!!!!! HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs and thrashed around in the chair he was tied up to. The lone light swung from side to side over his head. "HEY!!!" he continued to scream and stopped when he heard footsteps. The door opened and Michael's expression changed. It wasn't the person he had expected. Leatherface's bulky frame took up the whole doorway, shielding the light from the hall, so it wouldn't enter the room he was in. "Uh, where is your... friend?" Michael asked cautiously, afraid he would anger the monster and it would kill him. His fright was heightened by the bloody meat cleaver the monster was gripping tightly in his right hand. Leatherface walked slowly into the room, his industrial black boots squeaking lightly on the polished floor. He shut the door and stared at Michael threateningly. Leatherface walked past Michael and to a counter behind him. "Where's Quana? Where are the rest of us? Hello? Can you understand me?" he asked confused by the sounds coming from behind him. "Hey freak! Where the fuck is she!?" Michael yelled aggressively and heard the meat cleaver hit the counter roughly. He heard the boots squeak as Leatherface turned around, his breathing growing more erratic and heavy. The beast walked back in front of Michael and stared at him. Michael's pulse quickened and his veins throbbed. "Look man, I just want to know where my friends are. Are they ok?" Michael asked fearfully as the man continued to stare at him. Leatherface turned and walked out of the room. "Hey! Wait! Come back!" Michael called out to the freak, knowing that he must be insane to want that thing in the same room with him. Leatherface came back up the stairs minutes later. He was dragging something along the floor with him. He dropped the object in the room and closed the door. Quana tossed and turned on the hard ground. "Quana! Wake up! Baby, you have to wake up!" Michael implored her as she continued to toss and turn. Shaquana's eyes opened slowly and then widened when she saw her boyfriend. "Michael!" she called out and he shushed her. "Quana, are you ok!?" he asked as she stood up and walked over to him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" she asked as she sought out his entire body for wounds. "Yeah, I'm fine now that you're here," he smiled and she smiled back. "You have to get me out of this," he said and she was already ripping the ropes off. "Do you know where the others are?" he asked his girlfriend as she ripped the ropes off of his ankles. "Only JJ, Nasjae, and that woman's baby and her friend. The older guy. Gothic..." she explained when he looked at her dumbfounded. "Oh, yeah." She tore at the ropes on his arms and finally got them off. Michael jumped out of the chair and embraced Quana passionately. "We have to get out of here," he stated and she nodded. "How?" she enquired worriedly and shook her head. "The front door, whether they like it or not."

Leatherface paced around on the first floor of the house. He didn't like it when people called him names. He couldn't stand it. People had talked down to him for as long as he could remember. For some reason though, that boy didn't really seem to bad to him. All he wanted was to be with his lady friend. Why did everyone he meet always have someone to be with? He was all alone. No one had ever loved him. "Tommy, get in here!" his mom yelled at him from the living room and he obediently followed her orders. "Suppers gonna be ready soon, where did you put the baby?" she asked and put the iron back down on the ironing board, a motion that Leatherface feared. His mother had burned him with that iron before for being bad. Like that one time when he tried to hit her. He pointed his dirty fingers towards the metal door and she nodded. "Go check on that one upstairs, he's been making a lot of noise," she said listening to the pounding going around on the upper floor. Leatherface nodded and staggered up the stairs. He opened the door to the room Michael was in. The boy and the girl were gone!

Michael held his breath while holding Quana's trembling hands. They had made it down the stairs, a very suspensful situation that they luckily had made it through without being caught. They were now stuck in the middle of the hallway. Michael was frozen against the wall, peering into the living room and waiting for the right time to go past the opening. He was so close to the front door. If he could just make it out. Luda May turned around to get a second pair of pants. Michael pushed Quana forward and bolted past the opening. He was finally there. That's when Leatherface started to come down the stairs. Michael shoved Quana into the kitchen and dove in after her. He shut the door and locked it. The opening to the kitchen was right in front of the stairs, Hewitt had seen them going in. He suddenly became hyperactive and ran down the stairs. He jogged to the large metal door to get his chainsaw.

"What the hell!? We were almost out!" Quana vented and threw her hands to her head, rubbing her forehead and hair. "Yeah, but if we had gone out the front door there's no way we would have gotten away. We have to confuse him!" Michael tried to explain, but gave up once he realized it didn't matter. Carcasses hung from bed springs in the ceiling, making the place cramped and confined. Plates, bugs, and miscellaneous items cluttered the kitchen, making it a pigsty. Michael finally saw what he was looking for. A small window was placed right above the sink. He grabbed Quana and pulled her towards it. He jumped onto the counter, breaking several dirty dished and knocking hundreds of things to the floor. He forced the window open, a task harder than he had thought and breathed in the fresh air. Leatherface pounded on the door. Michael looked back and pulled Quana up onto the counter. "Go!" he ordered and pushed her body through the small hole. She squeezed through somewhat easily and fell to the ground. She got up and looked at Michael who was trying to get through. He couldn't fit. His broad and muscular shoulders were stuck. "Fuck!" he shouted as he tried to wiggle out of the hole. Leatherface rammed the door repeatedly. "Fine!" Michael heard Luda May yelled and was confused. "God Damn it fine! You can tear down the door!" she yelled and he heard her storm off. The pounding stopped and the chainsaw started up. "Ahh!" Michael cried loudly in anger and aggravation. The door was being tore down by the frequently used chainsaw. Thomas Hewitt loved his chainsaw. It bursted through the top of the door and allowed the brute to reach in and unlock the door. Leatherface opened it and put his chainsaw on the counter. He ran towards the escaping quarry. Michael looked at his girlfriend desperatly. "Please just do one thing for me," Michael begged and she nodded her head, biting her lower lip to fight the tears. "Run," he said and she looked down. "Where!?" she asked, completely demoralized as she continued to stare at her feet. His answer shocked her, "California." "What?" she asked looking back up at his gloriously beautiful face. "Meet me at UCLA," he smiled her favorite crooked smile and she couldn't help but smile back. "I promise you that I'll never leave you. I swear that I'll meet you there," she vowed and he grinned once again. That was when Leatherface yanked him back into the kitchen. Quana ran up to the window and grabbed his face powerfully. "I love you," she stated unequivocally and he pressed his cold lips to her's. They were pulled apart by the devil, Leatherface. He took one last look at her and he said one word, "Run."

"Dinasjae! Dinasjae!" JJ called out to the unconscious girl. He was down in the furnace. A set of handcuffs had been fastened around his wrist. One side attached to his wrist and the other attached to the leg of a large piano. Dinasjae stirred in her sleep and JJ continued to call out her name. "Wake up! Dinasjae, wake up!" he shouted now, knowing that this was his chance to escape. Leatherface had gotten the chainsaw and left the house. Why did he leave? Had someone escaped? Jacob thought but was interrupted by the door crashing open. Frank threw Michael's body down into the furnace and closed the door. "Make any more trouble, and we'll serve you for dinner!" Frank yelled down to the boy. Michael stood up and looked around the room. "Michael!" JJ called out and his friend turned around. "JJ!" Michael ran towards the piano and knelt down once he got to it. Michael examined the handcuffs and yanked them hardly. It was no use, they wouldn't come loose. "Fuck!" Michael cursed and looked around. "Did he put the keys down anywhere?" Michael asked his best friend and JJ sighed. "I was knocked out. I have no idea where I even am." Michael let out a string of more obscenities once more and then looked around. He searched the place for a set of keys, knowing that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Michael had seen enough gore to somehow keep the macabre scene from breaking him down. He blocked the sights from his mind as he walked past a small tray full of teeth. He ignored Dinasjae, deciding he would come back to her later. That's when something caught his eye. A large axe hung on a rack next to a baseball bat and another chainsaw. The teen walked up and grabbed the weapon. He walked back to JJ and motioned for him to move his body away from the axe. Then, with excruciating force he threw the axe down onto the metal chain combining the two cuffs. It broke right through the middle and JJ stood up. The one cuff was still on his right wrist but he would get over it. They both walked over to Dinasjae who just tied loosely with some rope to a small crib. They untied her and Michael looked inside of the crib as JJ slapped Dinasjae's face softly to wake her up. "Huh?" Dinasjae groaned wearily as she looked at JJ. "Dinasjae, it's time to go. Come on, now!" JJ said and pulled her to her feet. Michael pulled the baby out of the crib and held the little boy in his tan arms. Dinasjae was finally back to her senses and was coming to realize what was going on. "Where are the others?" she asked and looked at Michael worriedly. "Quana is..." Michael trailed off. Where the hell was she? "Ok, if we don't know where they are, we can't go looking for them or we'll get caught. I think we should just leave and tell the police." Dinasjae and Michael nodded but none of them felt right leaving the others. "Fine, we can leave once we get those two," Michael said and nodded to Jessica and Dean, who were lying down on the bed Jessica had been on earlier. "We don't even know them," JJ said, as if that lessened their right to live. "So? They don't even know you and they let you get on the bus," Michael reasoned with his hot tempered friend until he decided that it didn't matter anyway. Michael crept carefully towards the side of the bed and shook Jessica lightly. She opened her eyes in fright and then realized that it wasn't who she thought it would be. "Come on, we're gonna bust outta' here," Michael said and woke Dean up. Dean and Jessica slid off of the bed, and Jessica took her baby back. "How do we get out of here?" Dinasjae asked and looked at Jessica. "I know the way," Jessica answered and started to tread through the ankle deep water. She made it to the entrance of the small path and shuddered. The little twisty passage stretched out in front of her. Dean grabbed her hand and they walked into it together. "Where's Foxy?" Jessica asked and Dean shrugged anxiously. "I don't know, but we have to find her. I don't think she's anywhere in the house so..." Dean trailed off and Jessica came up with the same conclusion as her friend. "The slaughterhouse," she sighed and he nodded.

Quana ran desperately and uncontrollably for her life. Leatherface pursued her, like a skilled hunter closing in on his prey. She had reached the end of the clearing and had come to the edge of the forest. She took one look behind her and realized it was a mistake. Leatherface was gaining speed. He looked like a bull charging at the red cloth. Quana pushed her body into the forest and almost tripped over a branch the second she entered the forest. She regained her balance and sprinted straight forward. She jumped over a ditch and dodge a small rock. She kicked the rock with the back of her foot and kept running. She glanced around the moonlit forest in confusion. Where do I go? She thought and pushed off against a tree to get more momentum. She looked to her left and saw a path. She turned and sprinted towards the path. She got onto it and followed it. A fork in the path lay right in front of her. She looked from her left to her right, and thought of which way to go. She turned right. Quana was tired, but she kept going. The high pitched buzzing of the chainsaw behind her was what fueled her. Shaquana broke out of the forest. She was surprised to see the road right in front of her. She lunged towards it and was glad to feel the hard gravel beneath her feet. Another forest lay in front of her and she was determined not to go in it. Leatherface broke out of the clearing. "Shit!" Quana ran into the dark forest on the other side of the road. Leatherface followed. There was no way he was letting her escape. Tonight, his chainsaw was going to be fed sweet blood. Any minute now. Leatherface knew where she was headed even though she didn't. He knew where the woods would lead her. He knew it and loved it.

The hatch doors outside of the Hewitt house closed after everyone had gotten out of the basement. Jessica stroked her baby's head some more and kissed his forehead. "What's your baby's name?" Michael asked, actually wondering what his name was. "Michael," she answered and the teenage Michael smiled. "That's my name," he beamed and she smiled. "Really?" she asked and he nodded. "There are too many Michael's in the world," JJ sighed and Jessica looked at his strangely. "No, there aren't enough. The world lost a Michael that it will never gain back." Nobody understood what she was saying except for Dean. "So what are your names?" Dinasjae asked as she looked at Dean and Jessica. "I'm Jessica." Dean looked at Dinasjae and said, "My name is Dean." "Hi," Dinasjae waved a little uncomfortably and they all smiled, somewhat glad to forget about what was actually going on at the moment. Trying to shield the fact that any second the stitch-masked killer could come back at any second. "I'm Michael obviously, this is JJ, and that is Dinasjae," Michael pointed to everyone as they finished their awkward introductions. The terrifying sound of screaming made them all freeze in place. "Quana!" Michael exclaimed and ran towards the noise. "Wait!" the rest of them screamed and tried to follow. Jessica had trouble keeping up, but Dean helped her.

Quana tried to be more quiet. She had lost Leatherface in the woods, but he was still close behind her. She stumbled a lot as she fought through the dense forest. She saw a small opening ahead and knew that she was about to reach another clearing. She broke out into the clearing and saw what lay in front of her. "Oh my god," she looked up at the large building in front of her. The neon red sign above the building read "Blair Meat Co." She was at the slaughterhouse.

Chapter 10

Abattoir Fight:

Quana had no idea that she had ran that far. She remembered everyone on the bus plugging their noses earlier in the day as they had driven by the slaughterhouse. What happened only a few hours ago seemed like it happened days ago. The chainsaw's roaring brought her back to her senses and she ran towards one of the many entrances to the large industrial looking building. It actually wasn't just one building, it was a series of buildings all linked by their lethal function. She couldn't believe it, but the place she was fleeing to was a slaughterhouse. A place to die. The place somehow looked even more sinister in the moonlight. Quana climbed over a wire fence and continued forward through the grounds of the slaughterhouse. A ramp leading up into the slaughterhouse was the entrance she pursued. It was slippery but Quana managed to keep her balance as she ran up the long wooden incline. She heard the chainsaw off in the distance but knew that her attacker was getting closer. The cries of the cows all around her startled her at first but she grew used to it as she came closer to a small entrance. The tiny and narrow passageway that led into the building was right in front of her. She dropped to her knees, something she thought a little drastic at first until she was fully enclosed in the passage. The blinding florescent lighting hurt her eyes and cause her to squint. The darkness of the Hewitt house and the forest had left her unprepared for such a bright building. When she could finally open her eyes she saw that the walls were spattered with animal blood and there was a pile of cow droppings in the corner. She realized where she was with extreme revulsion. Something she didn't think was possible after what she had seen in the basement of the Hewitt farmhouse. She was standing in the exact place where thousands of animals had lived out their last seconds on earth. Something she knew might happen to her any minute. Everywhere she had been all day reminded her of death. At the end of the passage she came to a tiny and cramped little box area. A small hatch in the wall caught the girl's attention and she looked through it curiously. She saw the stunner- the metal device used to inject a metal bolt right between the animals eyes, to knock it out before it was lifted up on a chain, stabbed and then bled to death. Quana vomited all over the already filthy floor.

Leatherface looked at the slaughterhouse with excitement. The terrified girl had been too stupid to realize that she was being herded to the place. Thomas Brown Hewitt had worked at the Blair Meat Company. He used to be a head skinner at the very place standing in front of him. That was before the closed down of course. Now, it was Leatherface's playground. Many of his victims ran to the place for refuge without even thinking. They usually never wanted to go in but always did. And they always never even thought that he might have worked there and known every single inch of the place by heart. Leatherface fed the chainsaw more power and smiled as it smoked wildly. It was time to play.

Inside of the slaughterhouse, a small metal hatch led out of the cramped cubicle and into the slaughterhouse proper. Quana crawled through it and screamed at the first sight she saw when she got up. A bloody animal carcass hung by a meat hook right in front of her face. The cold room was a refrigerator. This was where they kept the dead animals fresh. The whole room was full of animal carcasses, some wrapped up in plastic and others just hanging with their flesh falling out of them. Quana tried to look away but everywhere she looked more dead cows hung. I guess it's bad timing for me to be a vegetarian Quana thought. The irony in the situation was crazy. A pounding sound from another room stopped her thoughts. She saw a large metal door at the end of the room and another one at the opposite side. Leatherface opened the one to her right. Quana ducked between two carcasses so he wouldn't see her. Her fear was growing every second as the deranged maniac looked around the room for her. He had probably heard her scream. She wished she had brought a jacket. Her white tank top barely helping her to not freeze to death. The STOMP team uniform wasn't helping her out at all. At least because she was at the step show she didn't wear shorts. If she had just come here randomly she probably wouldn't be wearing her light blue denim jeans. Damn it's cold! Shaquana thought even though she knew she had bigger problems to deal with. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, threatening to give away her position at any moment. She wished Michael was there with her. She wished she knew that he was ok. She hoped he was ok. What is he thinking? Is he coming to save me? Is he still trapped? Am I going to die? The sound of footsteps stopped and the chainsaw's low rumbling stopped. She allowed herself one glance out of her hiding place. She pushed her body out from between two slabs of meat and looked around carefully. Where was he? THE CHAINSAW IGNITED AND FLEW THROUGH THE AIR TOWARDS HER! Quana screamed and dove to the icy ground as the sawblade swung right past her head, missing it by a few inches. The chainsaw missed it's target and instead hit a beef carcass. It chopped off the head and the piece fell to the ground, rolling right in Quana's face. She screeched at the sight of the de-skinned cow and looked in horror as Leatherface got ready for his next attempt to take her life. He arched the chainsaw high in the air and watched in delight as the young girl squealed in fright. He pushed it down as Quana reached for the cow's severed head. She held it in front of her face as a shield and cried out as the chainsaw was pushed down towards her. The chainsaw sliced into the cows face, splattering blood all over Quana's terrified and disgusted face. He kept forcing it downwards and trying to cut through the makeshift shield. Quana shrieked as the blade of the saw inched it's way towards her face. It came closer and closer as it destroyed the dead cow's face. She flailed around wildly, like a fish on a hook. Her feet rammed into Leatherface's left knee and he fell to the ground. The chainsaw landed next to her with the cow head still attached to the top. It spun around in circles, coming dangerously close to Quana's face. She jumped up and knocked her head into a wrapped up cow. She fell down but pushed herself up once more. She looked around and finally saw the other entrance/exit to the freezer. She ran for it as Leatherface grabbed his chainsaw and stood up. He ripped the cow head off and followed Quana. She opened the door and exited the freezer. She slammed the door shut and sighed in relief. Where did she go now?

The Creeper landed on the roof of the large building. He looked over at the cows stamping around in their pens outside. The creature listened to the screaming coming from inside the slaughterhouse. He walked over to the sunroof across the roof. He looked down and spotted the young girl. She looked like a delectable snack. He looked down at the entrance to the building. He flew down to it and landed roughly against the metal stairs. He opened the door to the meat packing plant and walked inside. He made his way towards the room the girl was in.

Michael and the rest of the group emerged from the forest and saw the meat packing plant. Jessica and Dean looked at each other strangely in a way that no one else understood. Another scream echoed through the night and Michael's face turned white. He made for the entrance without even acknowledging anyone around him... without even thinking of the danger that waited for him inside.

"What do we do? Do we let him go in there alone?" Dinasjae asked when Michael disappeared through the two double doors. "I really don't think we should go in there," JJ said and looked at everyone warily, waiting to be cussed out or agreed with. "I don't want to go in, but I know that my friend is in there. I have to go in and save her. Some of your friends are probably in there too," Dean stated and looked at JJ and Dinasjae. "Ok, how about this," JJ started and watched as they all waited for his plan. He continued, "Me and Dean go in and find the others if they really are in there. You two stay out here, if that...that... that thing comes out here or if we don't come back you follow the road until you find help." "That's actually a really good idea," Jessica said, somewhat surprised. JJ was offended but didn't care a minute later when him and Dean were walking into the meat packing plant. "After you," Dean said, holding the door open for JJ. JJ walked in and Dean followed.

Quana looked down. The door had led out to a pitch black stairway. She wasn't sure where it led but she ran down the steps anyway. As long as she got away from Leatherface. She groped the wall so she wouldn't fall down the stairs. The darkness intimidated her but she knew that she had to keep going. When she made it down the stairs she saw a door in front of her. She pushed it open and stepped onto the main floor of the slaughterhouse. The only light coming in was from the skylights above her that let in the filtered moonlight. The snorts of pigs and other noises filled the room. Pigs, Chickens, and little baby cows were all grunting and snorting in cages filling the room. She tried to calm them down, knowing that the sudden noises would attract her pursuer. She looked at her surroundings. There had to be another way out. She opened the first door she saw and ran in. Nothing. It was just a storage closet filled with more pig cages. She closed that door and looked around. The sound of the stairwell door opening made her freeze. He was coming down the stairs. Quana saw another door and ran to it. She threw open the door and looked inside the room. Rows of lockers were what greeted her. There was no other exit to the room, making it utterly useless. The lockers size caught her attention though. They were fairly wide but were abut ten feet high. Racks hung on the walls for knives and aprons that people didn't have lockers for. This was the employee locker room. The door at the bottom of the stairwell opened and Leatherface walked into the room. Quana silently closed the door and stared at the lockers.

Leatherface walked around the main floor of the slaughterhouse. Sure, the place had been remodeled and renamed after it shut down in July 1969 but it was still pretty much the same. It still served the same purpose. Leatherface walked around and looked at the door to the employee locker room. He knew that she was hiding in there. He revved up the chainsaw and ran for the door.

Why won't he just give up? Why won't he just leave? WHY!? Quana thought as she hid in one of the lockers. A sharp and pointy knife was clutched solidly in her hand. She tried to quit trembling as the door to the room opened. Leatherface was inside. Quana looked through the slits in the locker. All she could see were the lockers in front of her. Leatherface passed by her locker and she covered her mouth to silence her breathing. This was her only chance. She reached for the handle to the locker and pushed it up as quietly as possible. It still creaked a little as it opened, almost giving the frightened girl a heart attack. Finally she was out of the locker and walking up behind Leatherface.

Michael looked around the main floor of the slaughterhouse. He heard the buzzing of the chainsaw coming from a door down the hall. He was about to go to it when he heard something behind him. He turned around and looked at the door next to him. He opened it slowly and his eyes widened in shock. Destiny, Jessica's friend, Charisma, Travis, Zaniqua, and some female cop were all locked inside of large cages! Gags had been place in their mouths, making them extremely lucky that Michael had come by. They all squirmed and Michael ran up to the first cage. He looked around and saw that the keys were hanging on the wall. He grabbed them and tried three sets of keys before the first cage finally unlocked. Destiny crawled out and Michael helped get the gag out of her mouth. "Thank you!" she cried out but Michael was already working on getting the next cage open.

Quana crept up quietly behind Leatherface. She had to time this perfectly, if she didn't do it at the exact right time she would die. Something she wasn't prepared to do after she had come this far. Leatherface stopped and Quana did too. She was actually using stealth techniques from video games. Michael was always playing some sort of war or spy game that required stealth at one point or another. He was a master at video games and he loved them to death. Quana had been forced hundreds of times to watch him and JJ play or actually have to play with him. That always embarrassed her. She had never been good at Playstation games, but now, her boyfriend's love of video games was about to save her life. She was half standing and half crouching. She stopped moving when the skin freak stopped so he wouldn't hear her footsteps. She placed her foot down quietly but it hit a puddle in the ground. Leatherface twisted around and his elbow knocked into Quana. She fell on her back and the force of the fall caused her to let go of the knife. It flew out of her hands and across the wet concrete floor. Leatherface revved up the chainsaw and it howled above his head. He threw it down but Quana rolled her body to the left and it hit the ground, with a reverse kickback that almost knocked Leatherface over. Almost being the key word. Leatherface had been using his chainsaw for too long to have something like that happen. He wasn't your average man wielding a chainsaw. He lived for it. He fucking lived for it! Quana pushed herself up and tried not to slip on the wet ground. She slid and caught herself on a locker. Leatherface had already started to chase after her. The tiny bit of hope and courage that had powered Quana before had left her completely. Now she was scared, alone, defenseless, and overpowered. Something ran past her in a blur, causing her to stop and stare. Leatherface stopped too and stared. The thing came back and Quana screamed. The Creeper stared Leatherface down. Quana was trapped in the middle. Leatherface remembered a situation similar to this one happening a little less than a year ago. He had won the fight.

Michael threw the keys on the ground once he got everyone out. Everyone was thanking Michael at once but he still heard it. It was impossible not to hear it. The chainsaw had started up again. "Quana!" Michael called out his girlfriend's name and ran out of the room. "Quana!" he screamed again and bursted into the room Leatherface was in. "Jesus Christ!" he screamed as Leatherface turned around and the Creeper grabbed Quana. Leatherface charged at Michael but the young boy dodged out of the way and ran towards his girlfriend. The Creeper was dragging her off. Michael tackled the creature and wrestled Quana from it's iron grip on her. "Go!" Michael screamed and pushed Quana up. She ran towards the nearest locker after grabbing the knife she had dropped. Michel got up and ran to her. Before the Creeper could get to them Leatherface ran in front of them. The two monsters ran at each other. Quana and Michael were too stunned to move. Leatherface swung the chainsaw at the Creeper, clipping the beast's hairy and scaly arm. It threw it's fist at Leatherface, it's claws scratching, ripping, and tearing at Leatherface's mask. Michael snapped back to his senses and hugged Quana. "I love you," he said and was pulling her out of the room before she could even think about responding. Michael kicked open the door and closed it tightly shut once Quana got through.

Leatherface punched the bat from hell in the face and used the advantage to the ram the chainsaw into the creatures leg. It cut into the monsters leg and Leatherface grinned. He fed the saw more power and the things leg fell to the ground. Leatherface raised the howling chainsaw above his head and was about to finish the monster off but it spread out it's wings and wrapped them tightly around Leatherface. The wings of the beast were strangling Leatherface. The Creeper kicked Leatherface in the stomach and flew into the air. He flew up and out of the skylight and back to his lair. By the time Leatherface got up the Creeper had disappeared into the sky.

The Creeper flew roughly through the sky. He had to feed to get back his strength. He needed another leg. No problem. He had plenty stashed back at his "House of Pain." He sped up and glided with the slight breeze.

Michael was pulling Quana towards the entrance he had come in through when Leatherface walked back onto the main floor. Destiny closed the door to the closet and warned everyone to stay quiet. He still thought they were locked up. Michael looked at Quana with intense pleading eyes. His hazel eyes burned and smoldered into hers. Leatherface just stared at them, he was still a little tired from his brief fight with the Creeper. "Will you still honor my promise?" Michael asked and Quana said the opposite of what he thought. "No," she mumbled and his body became rigid. "I'm not going anywhere without you," she clarified and Michael sighed in relief. By now Leatherface was coming at them. Michael pushed Quana through the door to his left and they became enclosed in darkness. Michael groped along the walls until he found a switch. He looked down and saw another set of stairs across the room. "Go!" Michael yelled and Quana obeyed. She sprinted towards the stairs and hopped down them two at a time. Michael followed closely behind her. Leatherface opened the door and ran in after them. They reached the end of the stairs and were both suddenly filled with despair. A large metal grating stood in front of them. Quana saw them first. Dean and JJ were on the other side of the grating. "HEY! HEY!!!" Quana screamed at the top of her lungs and banged against the fence in front of her. JJ ran up to the wall and his eyes widened in shock. He stared at Leatherface as the freak came down the stairs. "Run to the corner of the room!" Dean ordered and the two trapped teens obeyed. They ran to the corner of the room and saw a door in front of them. Michael tried it but it was locked. Dean opened the door and Quana fell into his arms. Michael pushed himself in and slammed the door in Leatherface's stolen face. "We have to separate or he'll find us again." Dean's statement was the last thing Michael, JJ, and Quana had wanted to hear. "There are five different doors at the end of this hall. Each one of us needs to go a separate way." Dean ran down the hall and opened the door at the farthest end of the room. "Michael, I don't want to leave you again," Quana's voice broke and she wrapped her arms around him. "We'll meet again, I promise. Meet me outside in five minutes. If you don't see me just run away. Ok? And if I don't see you I'll come back in and look for you. Ok?" he tried to reason with her as the chainsaw started to cut through the door. Michael ran into the room next to Dean's and ran down a set of stairs. Quana ran into the closet one to her and left JJ alone in the hallway. JJ looked around and was in the middle of deciding when Leatherface broke down the door. "Shit!" he cried out and ran to the closet door. The door that the terrified and edgy teenage girl had gone through with the knife that she was prepared to use against any possible threat.

Destiny opened the door a crack and peered through. "Ok, he's gone," she said and opened the door the rest of the way. "Who's gone?" Christina asked as she walked out first and scanned the room. She had lost her gun and radio. She was just as scared as the rest of them. The only difference was that they all looked up to her for help. Something that she wasn't sure she would be able to do. "No one that you could stop, we'll tell you back at the station," Destiny joked bitchily and walked out of the closet to look at the cop. Zaniqua looked around. "Are you sure he's gone?" she asked and glanced around the room. "Yeah, he's gone. Let's find a way out before he gets back," Travis said and stepped out of the closet. "How do we get out?" Destiny asked and no one answered. "Great," Destiny sighed sarcastically.

Quana fought the urge to scream for help. The darkness that surrounded her was causing her to stop moving. She didn't want to walk blindly through the darkness in such a dangerous place. She hit her head on something. "Oww, fuck that hurt," she mumbled to herself and her hands moved towards the object that she had hit. It was a door. Quana's hands fumbled and she found the handle after at least a minute of searching. She opened the door and felt around for a light switch. She flicked it on smiled. A red exit sign was lit up above a lone door across the cramped room. She heard footsteps coming from behind the door. Fuck! What do I do? Do I run? Do I wait to stab the fucker and then run? Quana's thoughts distracted her and made her freeze in place. If she had started to run she probably would have already been out the door. The footsteps stopped right outside the door and she could hear someone reaching for the handle. Quana's hands flew to the light switch and flicked it down. The darkness filled the room and her knife glinted, barely illuminating her face. The door opened and her hands started to tremor wildly. She gripped the knife solidly and raised it above her head. She stopped breathing as the door opened and the large figure walked inside. Quana thrust the sharp knife into her unseen assailant with as much force as possible. She pulled the knife out as the man grunted and stabbed him again, with no knowledge of where she was hitting. The man grunted again and she grinned. Victory! She had overcome Leatherface. She flicked on the light so she could see the exit and make her escape. She also had to see how bad of a condition Leatherface was in. If he could still walk, she would have to take care of him. The switch felt funny to her fingers. Blood dripped down it. She beamed at the thought of Leatherface's blood being spattered around the room. The light flickered on and she gasped in shock. She felt her heart tear into pieces and she clutched her chest. "No!" she wailed and looked at the man she had stabbed. The knife was stuck deeply in JJ's chest. Quana fell to her knees. "NO!!!" she cried as her cheeks were covered with tears. "Help me," JJ groaned as he fell to his knees in front of her. "JJ! JJ!" she screamed and wrapped her arms around him. She hugged him tightly, not knowing what else to do. His dark reddish black blood oozed onto her shirt, the warm liquid staining her white tank and turning it a rusted red. She stroked her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. "It's ok, it's ok. I'm gonna get you help," she said over and over and held him tightly as he gasped for air. "HELP!! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP! HE'S DYING!! PLEASE HELP! MICHAEL!!!" she screamed for help and cried as JJ's tears hit her tank top and throat. She looked into his turquoise eyes. The eyes that she loved to stare at for hours, the ones that could only be found by contacts but were actually his true eye color. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" her voice broke and she struggled to get it under control. "HELP US!!!" she yelled and continued to hold JJ up against her. Calling for help wasn't getting her anywhere. "JJ it's ok. I'm gonna help you ok. I'm gonna help you. I love you. We all do. Me and Michael and your brother. We're not gonna let you die." Quana looked around as she had her mental breakdown. There had to be something she could use to put pressure on his wound. She used her hands and cried even more as blood gushed between the holes in her fingers. "Tell Michael and my brother that I love them," JJ said and Quana bit her lip to keep from letting a strange sounding sob escape. "Um hum," she nodded and then realized what he was thinking. "No! You are not going to die! Just stay with me! Stay with me! Please! God Dammit don't die! PLEASE!" she begged and tried to look at him but her eyes were covered with a thick layer of tears. JJ's body went limp in her arms. "NO!!!" she cried in anguish and held JJ closer to her. His muscular body went slack and he slid out of her arms. That was when the door opened again and Leatherface walked in. "No," Quana mumbled and crawled away from the unstoppable death God in front of her. She crawled forward without thinking. "Gotta get away. I've gotta get away. No. I've gotta get away," she whispered and crawled on all fours towards the exit. It was pathetic. If she stopped her life was over. If she stopped JJ's death would find her and drown her. "No," Quana mumbled again as Leatherface's hands wrapped around her torso. In a quick and almost effortless motion, he pulled her up from the ground and swung her over his shoulders. She hung there, motionless and limp, as he dragged her away. She knew that she should be scared, screaming, fighting him, or trying to escape as she was being carried away by the monster. Some part of her knew it. She knew it but she had no emotion. She was almost as lifeless as JJ. "He's dead," was all she whispered over and over again as she was dragged off.

Michael looked at the roll-top door in front of him. He was at the loading dock. This door was the only way out. He reached down and pulled the lever up. The metal shutters clattered but didn't roll up. He looked to his right and saw a switch-box mounted on the wall. He jogged over to it and opened it. Two levers rested inside of the gray metal box. One green lever and one red lever. Wow, I wonder which one I should try Michael thought sarcastically and pulled the green lever up. Michael watched eagerly as the door slid upwards. He ran to the door and ducked under it. He was finally out of the slaughterhouse. Now he just had to find Quana and escape. He ran across the dusty and vacant parking lot and around the corner of the building. He reached the clearing again and looked over at Jessica and Dinasjae who were standing right where he had left them. Destiny, Zaniqua, Travis, Dean, a female cop, and the girl whose name he finally remembered were also with them. Her name was Foxy. Michael sprinted up to them and was concerned when his best friend and girlfriend were nowhere to be found. "Where's Quana?" Michael asked and bent over. "She's not with you?" Dinasjae asked and he tried to answer but he couldn't stop panting. "Has anyone tried calling the cops again?"he asked and they all shook their heads. "Wait, where is JJ?" Michael asked and no one answered. Michael was unaware that right now Quana was screaming his name and begging for help. "We have to find them," Michael said and started to walk back towards the slaughterhouse. Michael looked behind him and realized that no one was coming with him. He didn't have time to think about it, so he just kept going. "She's just your girlfriend! It's not like your married!" Destiny screamed and Michael raised his hand in the air with one finger up. The middle finger. He loved Quana. Nothing would ever come between them.

Quana still hadn't kicked into action. She knew she wasn't about to give up, but at the moment there was nothing else she could do. She couldn't overpower him, the only person who might have was JJ. Thinking of him ripped at her chest and sent waves of pain crashing through her. Leatherface continued forward and she just let him take her. What else could she do? "Quana!?" the voice brought her back to life. "Quana!? Where are you?" Michael yelled and Quana swallowed the saliva that had formed a pool in her mouth so she could talk. "Michael! Help! Michael!" she screamed and started to struggle. Leatherface just tightened his grip on her and quickened his pace. "Over here! OVER HERE! Help!" she screamed as loud as she could despite the pain in her throat. Leatherface opened the door in front of him and they were outside of the slaughterhouse. "Let go of me! LET GO OF ME!" Quana screeched and pounded her fists against his back. He tried to make her stop but he couldn't reach around. He tried to hit her in the back but she twisted and fell to the ground. Quana got up and looked at Leatherface. He was off balance and his chainsaw was hanging loosely in his hands. Quana shoved Leatherface as rough as possible and turned back to the slaughterhouse. There would be more places to hide in there. And most importantly, Michael was there. "MICHAEL!" she called out and ran back inside. Leatherface tried to get up but his foot was stuck in a ditch. He grunted and pulled his foot out. He stood up but started to wobble and he managed to catch himself against the wall before he could hit the ground. The demented psycho revved up his chainsaw and bursted back inside the building. He wasn't playing around anymore. It was time to end this.

Chapter 11

Rules Of A Trilogy:

Michael stumbled down the dark stairway and opened the door at the end. The light inside was comforting. That was until he saw the body on the ground. JJ's body. Quana bursted through the door and stared at Michael in disbelief. She slammed the door shut behind her and dragged an empty file cabinet in front of it. Michael's face was all Quana needed to tell that he was in pain. "Michael!" she ran up to him and hugged him but he was stiff. All he could think about was JJ. "I'm gonna kill the fucker! Did he kill JJ!? I swear I'm gonna kill the fucker who killed him!" Michael ranted and Quana realized that she had never seen this side of her boyfriend. In all the years she had been with him he had never acted like this. "I did it," she whispered quietly, not quietly enough for Michael to miss though. "What? What did you say?" Michael asked and looked down at her. "I accidentally stabbed him. I didn't know it was him!" Quana cried and fell to her knees once again. Michael knelt down and started to cry also. "Baby it's ok. It's not your fault," he tried to comfort her, but in this place where death surrounded them, it refused to let him. Leatherface pounded on the door. The door and the file cabinet shook. "Quana it's ok. It's not your fault! Now come on!" he ordered and pulled her up. She was through crying. She stood up and looked at her boyfriend. "Do you promise not to leave me again?" she asked and he nodded. "Never. Now come on we have to go!" he yelled as the file cabinet fell to the ground and the doorknob jingled.

"What do we do now?" Zaniqua asked as they walked silently down the never ending road. "I can't believe that we're just leaving Michael, Quana, and JJ to die," Charisma sighed and kept trudging forward. Foxy looked over at Dean who looked like he was deep in thought. "What are you thinking about?" she asked and Dean broke out of his trance. "I was thinking about movie trilogies," he answered and Foxy shook her head. Before she could ask why he continued his story. "In movie trilogies it's never like you think it will be. The characters from the original will sometimes come back and have to relive the terror in the third one. This is a trilogy. A real life trilogy," Dean stated and the others behind the two friends started to listen in. "So... what does that mean?" Jessica asked and looked over at Dean, waiting expectantly for him to explain. "And just for the record, this isn't a trilogy. This is the sequel if you want to get into it. This is the second time he's attacked us," Jessica started to say but Dean cut her off and continued. "What about that kid at the police station? You weren't there but Foxy knows who I'm talking about. A boy named Josh was hanging out with his friends and they got attacked also. He was the only survivor. So, our story came first, and then Josh's, and now this." "No, no, no. I'm sorry but you are wrong," Jessica said matter-of-factly and shook her head. "Thomas Hewitt and his family had killed plenty of people before we even came around. So if you want to get technical then you are wrong." Dean sighed and the female police officer was getting frustrated. What was going on with these people? "Modern day killings. Modern day. This is a trilogy ok? Don't fuck with my expertise." Charisma, Travis, Destiny, and Zaniqua all started to laugh at Dean's comedic personality. How could he be so funny at a time like this? That was the first time they had laughed since they were attacked. "Ok, Mr. Movie Expert," Jessica laughed and Dean just smacked his lips. "Continue on about our impending demise and how your knowledge of scary movies is going to help us," she said sarcastically and exchanged a quick smile with Foxy. "The first movie sets all the rules and introduces the characters. All right? Stay with me here. The second one continues the story of the survivors or most commonly the only survivor of the first one. Sometimes it has completely different characters but still has a small bit to do with the main characters of the first. In the third one, the rules are gone. Anyone can die... even the main character," Dean said gravely and looked over at Jessica. Jessica noticed Foxy look in her direction also. "What the hell did you guys look at me for? What was that all about!?" Jessica asked, suddenly become outraged and full of fear. "What the hell did you just stare at me for!?" Jessica asked when Dean and Foxy just stared at her. She realized that she was yelling at the top of her lungs. "Jessica calm down," Dean said and put his hand on her shoulder. She pulled away from him and continued screaming, "Why did you stare at me!? Do you think I'm going to die!? What's going on!?" she screamed and Dean just sighed. "I shouldn't have brought it up," he said and started to walk forwards. "ANSWER ME!" she shouted at his retreating form. The deja vu overwhelmed her. She remembered back to the day she had first came here. October 4th 2006. A white flash blinded her and she was immersed in another flashback.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Jessica demanded as she tried to catch her breath. He started to get up. "Stay down!" Jessica said as she pulled out the Swiss army knife. The man just stared at her. "ANSWER ME!" Jessica screamed. "Jessica!" she could hear Michael, Chris, and Dean holler from afar. "Do you think you can get to them in time?" the man asked Jessica and smiled as he stood up. Jessica turned around as fast as possible and sprinted through the forest. She heard the man following her and ran in different directions every couple of seconds. She heard Michael call her name again and stopped. She wished he kept yelling. She froze waiting for the next time he called her. She needed to know where to go and fast. The footsteps stopped. Maybe he gave up, Jessica thought hopefully. SUDDENLY SHE WAS TACKLED AND THROWN TO THE GROUND! Jessica struggled and saw the strange man on top of her. She screamed for help but the man quickly put his hands around her mouth. She kicked him as best as she could and his hand moved a bit. She pushed her mouth up and clamped onto his hand. He let out a wail of pain and rolled off her clutching his hand. Jessica ran off again and screamed for help. She didn't care if the man found her this time as long as she found Michael. She kept running knowing the man would keep pursuing her. What the hell is wrong with him? She thought as a branch slapped the side of her face. The blood trickled down her face and she stopped to examine it. She couldn't see it because it was on her cheek but she could see her way forward was blocked.

Another white flash brought her back to the present. She clutched her chest and kneeled down on the road. She couldn't breathe. A huge gaping hole was ripping through her heart. "Michael," she called out in a whisper that no one heard. "Chris," she whispered and thought of the smiling, muscular, blonde, with the big ego. He was dead, so was Michael. "Jessica! Jessica are you all right!?" Foxy's concerned voice rang in her ears and she let go of her chest. Her baby stared back up at her and smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just got dizzy," Jessica lied, knowing that the weak effort she had put into her lie wasn't fooling anyone. "Jessica, if I tell you why we were staring at you will you calm down?" Dean asked and Jessica nodded and Foxy cradled baby Michael against her chest. "It may not be obvious to you, but you're the main character. You survived everything that was thrown at you. You are the famous "final girl" in the horror movie... except it's for real. And that ugly bastard came after you," Dean emphasized the word and she tried to keep her breathing at a normal pace. "And that director guy said that you were his main character, remember?" Dean tried to make her understand but she was suddenly back to her catatonic-like flashback stage. She didn't drop to her knees but she clutched her chest again as the pain ripped through her.

Jessica woke up from the feeling of falling. She was jerked awaked. Where am I? She thought and tried to look around. She was lying in the back of a truck. She looked down and saw that her feet and hands were bound by rope. "What the fuck?" she mumbled wearily, suddenly becoming conscious again. Jessica's legs were suddenly grabbed and she was pulled out of the truck. She hit the ground hard and winced in pain. Jessica tried to get unbound but it was a useless effort. Jessica looked up at the man. "Who are you?" she asked quietly. "You have no clue what's going on do you?" the man asked and smiled. "What do you mean? Who are you?" "Your gonna die anyway so I might as well explain some of this," he said and looked over his shoulder. "I direct films. I'm what you might call an artist. Have you noticed any security cameras anywhere? I take good for nothings like you and turn them into stars. You happen to be the leading role of my newest movie. You were good. You managed to escape from your attackers pretty well but now your role has come to an end. Your friends will have to take your place. I am also the police chief of Travis County. That means I have the ability to cover up "Strange Occurrences." He couldn't help hiding a wide grin. Jessica's head was spinning with ideas. She just couldn't believe what was happening to her. "Don't worry, you can still be the star. I doubt it though what is about to come is gonna be quite a challenge. I'll allow you to call your friends though to see if they can help you," he said. "Why are you doing this?" Jessica begged and bit her lip so she wouldn't cry. "Because this is going to be my Mona Lisa . Because this will be my best work yet. And also I love to get a look at girls like you," he said and rubbed her face. Jessica spit on him and rolled over. He grabbed a flashlight from the trunk and whacked Jessica over the head with it.

"Jessica! Jesus Christ, can I say anything without you freaking out on me?" Dean asked somewhat sarcastically and Jessica forced a smile. "I'm sorry, I just keep having these flashbacks." Dean hugged Jessica and confusion swept over her at the unexpected action. "It's ok Jessica. Don't worry, we are gonna get you out of here. Nothing is going to happen to you," he said after letting go of her and she mumbled something that no one heard. "I'm not worried about me. Well, yeah I am but that's not the point. I'm more worried about you, and Foxy, and my baby. Yeah, I did live but Michael and Chris didn't. Neither did Dylan or Aubrey." Guilt washed over Jessica and Dean tried again to comfort her. "I can take care of myself. Remember how I escaped after Ed tortured me? How the hell do you think I did that? I was tied up to a chair and missing a finger! But I made it, so don't worry about me. Just worry about you and your baby. I can take care of Foxy too, even though I really don't think a bad bitch like her needs my help," he chuckled and finally got Jessica to smile, a real smile. "Um, excuse me," Destiny pushed Dean and Jessica away from each other and looked around. "Can we get going, or are we going to stand here and calm down the crazy people all day?" Destiny said and almost everyone's jaw dropped. "Bitch!" Foxy called out and stormed towards Destiny with one fist in the air. Dean held her back as she swung her fists like a madwoman at Destiny. "'Bitch' who? I know you weren't talking to me you cheap hoe!" Destiny egged Foxy on and forced Dean to grip Foxy so tightly that he was worried he would break something. Jessica was too tired and too pregnant to want to fight Destiny. "I just don't see why we always have to stop so the pregnant girl can take a sympathy break," Destiny continued to egg Foxy, Dean, and Jessica on. "Wow, 'sympathy', how long did it take you to learn that word?" Jessica asked, heavy sarcasm guarding her anger. "Lil' girl if you don't quit talkin' 'bout my friend..." Foxy threatened and Destiny finally started to back up and shut up after Dinasjae said something to her. "Keep it moving," the female cop ordered and the teens just stared at her and eyed her up and down. She had no authority here. "What yo' name is again?" Destiny asked and Zaniqua couldn't hide the smile that formed on her face. "Officer Wilkins. Would you like to ask anymore questions or are we through here?" she asked, sounding more like a teacher than a cop. "Whatcha gon' do? Arrest her? You don't have any authority right now. None of us do," Travis said and Christina just shook her head. "Ghetto brats," she sighed and kept walking forward. "Come on let's keep going," Dean said to Jessica and she looked unwilling. "I"ll keep telling you about my theories," he added and she sighed in relief as she made her way towards the group that was leaving her.

Michael and Quana were lost. Leatherface had shut off all the lights in the slaughterhouse via a fuse box in a storage closet to confuse his victims. It worked extremely well. Michael held Quana's hand and used his free hand to find doors, walls, objects, and anything that could help him get out. "Michael?" Quana asked the dark body in front of her. "Yeah," he answered and she tried to look at his face. It was lost in the darkness. "I'm scared," she choked out and he stopped abruptly. "Quana, just keep holding my hand. It will all be over soon. Close your eyes and see if it helps," he said and started moving again, not until after he had tightened his grip on her hand. "I don't want to close my eyes. I'll still be in the dark. I want to go home. I don't want to die," she said and tried to make sure that her voice didn't break. She didn't want to look like a wimp in front of her boyfriend. It wasn't working, but at least he didn't seem to be annoyed that she was scared. He was actually being even more caring and even more patient. Quana looked down at her hand and realized that she could see his and not hers. That made her think of their relationship. She was black and he was white. That caused hundreds of problems but they never cared. They loved each other more than any other couple that they had met. They had been together for four years. Quana called that commitment. The only thing that kept her going was that she knew if she died, Michael wouldn't survive. If he made it out he wouldn't live much longer without her. She knew how much he loved her. She thought it was great except when she realized what would happen if she didn't survive this night. He would give up. Quana quickened her pace.

Summer Williams looked around and saw the shadow in the corner. "Hi mom," she called out but the figure didn't answer back. She woke up wearily and stretched her stiff arms. "Mom, I don't think I should have anymore Pop Tarts after ten. I had a really scary nightmare," she yawned and then gasped when she saw that the person in the room with her wasn't her mom. "Who are you!? Where am I!?"she asked as the woman came into view. The woman was fat as hell. Her size took up almost the whole room. Summer got up off of the ground and the woman turned around to leave. "Stay here, I'll go make you some tea," the incredibly fat woman said as she left the room. Summer ran up to the door and opened it. The fat woman was walking into the kitchen. "Where am I?" Summer thought out loud as she glance around. "No," she whispered to herself as she discovered that her nightmare had actually happened. "Henrietta, have you seen Tommy?" Luda May asked and walked up to the fat woman. Summer couldn't believe the fat woman only had one name. Someone as big as her should have two names. "Isn't he off playing with those other kids?" she answered as she put the kettle of tea on the stove. What is that? Is that powder? Why is she putting that stuff in my tea? Summer had only had tea once before, but she was sure that no one ever poured any brown powder into it. "Yup, they got away and he was going after them. He should be back by now," Luda May said as she took off her raincoat and slung it over a chair. Is it raining? Where's Monica? Where are all the others? They escaped...? Summer's mind was overflowing with question that she couldn't answer. "I'm fixin' one of 'em some tea. She's a little tense," Henrietta smiled and her chubby cheeks turned red. "All of the ones downstairs got away. I hope Thomas is finding all of them damn troublemakers. Frank went out there to go round them up also. If they tell the police it's all over, we'll be through," Luda May said and rubbed her head. Summer pushed the door open a little more and slid out. She closed the door softly behind her and crept towards the front door. She opened the front door and winced as it squeaked. No one came to investigate, so she figured she was clear. She was still balancing all of her body weight on her tiptoes as she crept forward. Summer bumped into something rough and fell back into the house. She looked back up at two large legs and the man standing over her. "Planning on leaving us?" Frank looked down at the girl and dropped his cigarette on the ground next to her face. Summer kicked the man in the stomach and pulled herself through the doorway. "Bitch!" she heard him yell as he tried to get up. Summer was already running down the long field. Frank ran back in the house to get something. Summer wasn't sure but is sounded like he said "Come on boy, come on, get up. Go get her!" What was that all about? A second later she heard barking.

"Michael, why do you love me so much?" Quana asked after she tripped over something and he caught her. "That's the most ridiculous question I've ever heard. How could I not love you?" he said as tried to find the doorknob of the door in front of him. "I just don't see how you could love me this much. So much that you would risk your life just to save mine." Michael opened the door in front of him and they could see a neon red sign with one word overhead across the room. "Exit." "Quana, I love you more than life itself. I am not about to let you..." Michael choked on the last word and Quana finished it for him, "Die." "Quana don't say that! You are not going to die! I am going to do everything I can to get you out of here. Just stay with me." Quana followed her boyfriend to the door with the exit sign. Michael tried to turn the knob. It wouldn't go, the door was locked. "Fuck! FUCK!" Michael growled in anger and kicked the door. "Open! Open you son of a bitch! Fucking open!" he screamed and rammed into the door over and over again. The door rocked on it's hinges as Michael pummeledit with his fists, feet, and shoulders. Michael gave up and dropped to the ground. He put his head in his hands and sighed. The lights flickered back on causing Quana's hope to do the same thing. Another door was across the room. Quana tried to open it but it was also locked. "Ugh," she groaned in disgust and kicked the door once. "At least we get to die together right?" Quana said as she kneeled down next to her boyfriend. "You know about Making The Band 4 don't you?" Quana asked and Michael lifted his head up. "Yeah, I know. Does it matter anymore? Do you really think that makes a difference in what's happening right now?" he asked in frustration and she looked him in the eyes. "When it starts in a couple of months, they aren't going to let me in anyway. If I survive this night it won't matter once they see me. They'll send me right back home," she said and Michael looked at his girlfriend, confusion and sadness crossing his face. "What do you mean? You have the best voice I've ever heard. And you can dance better than anyone I have ever met in my entire life," he complimented her but she put her finger over his lip. "You know that pregnant girl that was on the bus with us?" Quana asked and Michael nodded. "Jessica," he said and she nodded too, "Yes, her. I'm going to look like her in a few months," Quana explained and Michael's jaw dropped. "What are you saying? Are you... are you... are you?" Michael asked finally, not being able to say the last word. "Yeah, that's right. I'm pregnant," Quana smiled and Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Is it a boy or a girl!?" Michael asked impatiently and Quana laughed. "I know you're smarter than that. We won't know for a while," she grinned and Michael smiled back. "I'm going to be a dad," he said as his mind wandered off into space and Quana nodded. "Yes, you are. I'm glad you took it this way. I wish I could have told you some other time and in another place. We should probably keep trying to look for a way out, now you have two reasons to keep fighting," she said and he helped her up. "What about the baby's name? Have you thought of any names?" he asked and looked around the room for a card he could use to unlock the door. "I have some that I thought about. Mostly girl names though," Quana said guiltily and Michael tried not to roll his eyes at her. "You want a boy don't you?" she asked and he threw his hands in the air. "You got me," chuckled and flashed his set of ultra white teeth. "Ok, tell me the girl names first and then I'll help you with boy names," he said and opened up a cabinet, closed it, and tried another one. "Don't laugh, there are a couple ghetto names," she warned and Michael stared at her for a moment. "Please, after Shaquana Lee I think I can handle anything," he joked and then continued to look for a card. "Felisha spelled with an 's' and 'h', like the girl from 'Cherish'," Michael coughed to cover his laugh as Quana went on with more names. "Dawn and Aubrey," she went on and Michael chuckled uncontrollably. "Your names are so unoriginal. First your stealing from 'Cherish' and now 'Danity Kane', what next? 'Beyonce'?" "Shut up," Quana said playfully and kept listing names. "I also really like Alicia," she said and paused. She took a deep breath and tried not to laugh."Ok then, here are the original but completely Ghetto names. Lequisha, Lashea, and one that I know you'll laugh at so I'm not going to say it," Quana said firmly and Michael walked up to her. "I bet I can make you say it," he said smugly with someone's old I.D. card resting in his palm. Quana backed up against the door and Michael put his hands on the door, pinning her to his chest. His icy cool breath hit her face and almost knocked her out. He put his lips against her neck and let his tongue roll around. Quana reached up and dug her fingers into his hair as he pressed his lips against almost every part of her body. "Would you like me to moan your name and beg you not to stop?" Quana asked sarcastically to hide how breathless she truly was. "Has my kissing expertise convinced you to tell me the name? Or do we have to drop down on the ground and I'll force it out of you?" he said, extremely proud of himself. "You think you're so cute don't you? You think your all of that don't you?" she asked while she was still tracing his face with her fingers. "That's what you tell me. Your wish is my command," he answered and she sighed in defeat. "Aquanisha," she said the last name and Michael kissed her lightly on the lips, his lips barely pressing against hers. "If you want it, I'm fine with it. You know what, I love it. And I love you. Aquanisha Frost will be a beautiful baby girl," he declared and her eyes widened."Aquanisha Frost? Frost?" she asked and he nodded. "Me and you are going to be married you know," he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. He grinned and kissed her on her forehead. "Now, let's think of some boy names," he said and wrapped his arms around Quana's waist.

Summerran and fought the urge to look behind her. She heard more barking and finally looked behind her. A Rottweilerwas bounding down the field after her. Summer gasped and tried not to scream in terror. She wasn't a big fan of large dogs. Summer looked back in front of her just in time to push aside a large branch covered in thorns away from her face. A log blocked her way forwards and she had to drop to the ground and crawl under it using her arms to pull herself forward. The bloodthirsty dog behind her wouldn't have the same problem. The really fast dog. Summer tried to stand up but hit her head on another log protruding from the ground and fell down. This log wasn't so low, so she only had to get on all fours and crawl under it. Once she got past the logs she jumped up and ran as fast as she could to put some space between her and the menacing dog behind her. It was hard to believe that the animal pursing her could be considered 'mans best friend'. The forest got moe and more cramped as she went on. The little trail broke off into two sections and Summer ran to the the left. That way was a little less narrow. She continued to run through the dark forest until the path stopped. She had to decide where to go now. THE ROTTWEILER JUMPED UP IN THE AIR AND KNOCKED SUMMER TO THE GROUND! Summer fell on the ground with the dog on top of her. The dog bit her arm and shook it from side to side like a bone. Summer cried out in pain as the dog licked the blood from her wound and dragged her by her wrist that his canine teeth were dug into, back to the Hewitt house.

"Michael, I know this is going to sound really strange, but I want to have sex with you right here and right now," Quana said as Michael slid the card into place. "What? Quana, there is nothing in the world I would rather do than have sex with you, but right now we kind of have to get out of here," he said and looked back at her. "Yeah, I know. But, I just... I don't know, I just really want to for some reason. Maybe your so called 'kissing expertise' did it," Quana laughed and the door's bolt popped open. Michael turned the knob and the door opened. "Quana, we need to leave," he said and tossed the plastic card aside. "Michael, please?" she begged and he just stared at her. "You really want to have sex in a place where they kill cows and our friend with the chainsaw is?" he asked and she nodded. "I love you, and I just want to make sure that you know that in case..." Quana trailed off and Michael sauntered up to her. "Fine, where do you want to do it?" he asked casually and she had to look up to see his face. "Are you serious!?" she asked happily and looked around. "Your wish is my command. Where do you want to do it?" he asked again. "Somewhere that he wont find us," she said and looked over at a closet in the corner of a room. "Come on then," he said and pulled her towards the closet. "Are you going to be quiet so he won't hear us?" he teased and she glared at him. "I'm not that loud. Am I?" she asked in terror after he grinned. "Remember what you said earlier about moaning my name?" he asked and she nodded. "That one night when I snuck into your room. The next day your dad told me he knew that I had been in there because you were so loud," he smiled in glee and she stared at him horrified. "You are the best I've ever had if that makes you feel better," he said and she didn't feel so terrible anymore. "Same here," she said and grabbedhis shirt. She pulled him into the closet and closed the door.

"Are we standing up? Doing it on the ground? A counter?" he asked and she had to think about it. "Standing up, but against the wall for support," she said and Michael chuckled satisfactorily."What!?" she almost shrieked which just caused him to go into more hysterics. "I"m so good that you need the wall for support," he beamed and she just smacked her lips and rolled her eyes. "Please, don't flatter yourself," she unconvincingly and he looked down at her. "I am that good aren't I? Aren't I? You know it!" he said and poked her shoulders and softly nudged her towards the wall."Yes. Ok, I admitted. You proved me guilty, you turn me on more than anyone in the world except for Chris Brown," she admitted as he caressed her face. "And do I have the biggest dick out of all the guys you've been with or was that just part of the dream?" he asked, catching her off-guard. "What?" she asked and he explained as much as he could. "The night after we had sex for the first time, I noticed that you talk in your sleep," he told her and she gasped. "I DO!" she yelled a little too loud and Michael covered her mouth. "Yes, you do. And you said some things about me, including that I had the biggest thing you've ever seen. Is that true?" he asked and she nodded. "Out of the three guys I've been with, including you, yes. Well probably, the first one was a while ago, so he probably got bigger but... whatever," she trailed off. "I knew it," he laughed and she just shoved him away. "You know what, never mind," she said but he was already wrapping his muscular arms around her. She was trapped. "Fine, I'll quit bragging about myself. How about I talk about how perfectly beautiful you are," he said as he reached his hand around behind her and groped her butt. She liked that. She could tell he was getting turned on. She might as well play it up a bit and do some 'searching' herself. She felt around the crotch area of his camouflage pants and found the zipper. She pulled it up and down while waiting for him to talk about how sexy she was. "I'm waiting for you to talk about how gorgeous I am," she said jokingly as his other hand reached up her shirt. "When I first saw you at the club that night, it was your butt that caught my attention. I saw you from behind and you had on the extra short skirt. And then, you turned around and I was breathless. Your figure was amazing, your face was like an angel's, you had a lot of makeup on but it just added to the beauty, and your hair was all done up and stuff, you were rockin' stilettoesyour legs were long and pecan brown, and your smile blew me away," he said as he rubbed her thighs. "Really?" she asked and he confirmed it by kissing her throat. "What did you think of me when you first saw me? Just another white boy?" he asked only half serious but she looked up at him and answered his question. "I thought that you were very big. That's the only word I can think of. You belonged in a weight lifting magazine beside a blonde girl with big boobs. You were just pure muscle, but you were tall as hell too," even as she said it she found herself having to look up to see her boyfriend. "What are you now? 6'5?" she asked as she looked up at her boyfriend. "6'4," he answered while she stroked his face and then rubbed her hands against the thick muscle that was his arm. "And your smile was better than any I've ever seen. Your teeth were so white it looked like you had them bleached, and you were just so confident. The way you walked, a casual but sexy stroll, how you laughed and were playful with the friends that were with you. And how you kept looking over at me, and every single time it made me blush," she admitted as he pulled her white tank top over her head. "And then the next day, after you had walked up to me and started flirting with me all night, and don't think that I didn't notice how much you kept putting your hand on my skirt and trying to move up," she laughed and he just grinned guiltily. She continued, "You were in my sixth period class the next day at school. You came in late and you looked drunk as hell. The teacher scolded you for being late and sent you to the only available seat, the one in the very back, right next to me." "This is fun," he stated as Quana started to tear at his shirt. She wrestled it off and threw it to the ground next to hers. "We're not through talking about how pretty I am," she said as unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper of her jeans. "I don't think I'll ever be able to fully finish this story," he said and she looked at him like he was from another planet. "Why?" she asked while taking the belt that came with his pants off. "Because, you are so beautiful that it would take a lifetime to talk about it," he answered and she rested her head against his tan and bare chest. "I love you."

"Trilogies are common in horror movies. What we are in is obviously like a horror movie," Dean went on explaining his trilogy theories to Jessica, who listened like her life depended on it. She knew that it actually might help her get out alive. "We need a fucking car," Charisma complained out loud and Dean used the distraction to pause and take a breath. Jessica was firing off questions like it was the most important thing in the world. "And anyway, in the third one the bad guy won't die. If you think he was hard to kill or get away from in the first one or second then just wait for what's about to come. You have to shoot him hundreds of times, in the head!" Dean added and then went off on a tangentabout how shooting the killer in the stomach wont work. "You have to blow his fucking head off! You getting this? Good. Now you have to blow him up, freeze him cryogenically and lock him up in a maximum security cell, decapitate him, or drown him," Dean finished and Jessica raised her hand like she was in school. "Yeah?" Dean asked and Jessica reminded him of something very important. "We did blow him up remember? You did actually," she said and he just sighed like she was stupid and hadn't been listening to anything he said. "Yeah, but he could've gotten out of..." Dean's eyes went wide. "We blew up the slaughterhouse right? How the hell is it still here!?" he asked frantically and Jessica put her hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "The fire department, have you ever heard of them? Don't freak out, the fire department came and put out the fire," she said and Dean started to relax. "Ok, anyways, we didn't see him blow up. You have to have physical evidence. At least a little," he explained and Jessica just sighed in anger and fatigue. "Do you think that Michael, JJ, and Quana are ok?" Zaniqua asked Travis and Travis just shrugged. "Probably, Michael and JJ are pretty strong, I bet they can take care of themselves. So can Shaquana. You know how she gets," he said but Zaniqua was still worrying. "I hope they're ok," Dinasjae said and Destiny rolled her eyes. "I don't give a shit. As long as I get out, I don't care. I really did want to get with Michael though," Destiny confessed and started to walk even faster when she saw Foxy glare at her. "I wonder what they're doing right now," Charisma thought and Zaniqua thought about it too. "They're probably having a really bad time," she whispered and looked up at the sky as a drop of water hit her head.

"It's fun taking off your clothes," Quana said as she pulled Michael's pants to the ground. He kicked them off of his ankles and started to pull hers down. "So, that day in class, when you had to sit next to me, what were you thinking?" Quana asked after sliding her pants to the other side of the room. "I was embarrassed. I didn't think I was ever going to see you again. The night before I had been a little too cocky and I wasn't sure if you still had a crush on me. But then word got around that you liked me and I decided to make my move," Michael said after lifting Quana up and placing her on a granite counter at the end of the room. She wrapped her legs around his waist and wrappedher arms around his neck. "And every time you thought of me you got hard didn't you," she asked as she felt the bulge coming from his boxers with her free hand. "All day baby. I thought about you a lot you know? I couldn't get through the night without thinking of you," Quana enjoyed his warms hands as they reached around her back and unhooked her bra straps. "You know that you're wearing a silk thongright? That your bra is matching? Were you planning on something tonight?" he asked euphorically. "I was planning on having you come over to my house tonight," she admitted and he nodded. "What were you planning on doing?" he asked somewhat arrogantlybut it didn't bother Quana. "I'm a freak and you know it. I was planning on givin' some, givin' givin' some head," she giggled as he tossed her bra aside. "That's what I like to hear. You know that you do things with your tongue that just," he shivered and she laughed. "Got me thinking and praying for the next time you give me some head. And you like me to be aggressive. It's hilarious. And you, ooh! Pin me up against the wall. Even suck the balls!" he laughed as she kissed him, starting at his chest and working her way down. "I know you like it, and I love you so I do it. I know how much I turn you on. I can get you stiff just by talking to you. I hope you know that I never did much of this stuff with other guys. I only do this stuff with you because your special," she said and pulled him closer to her. "I know," he said as he started to make love to his girlfriend. The "breaking and entering" as her mom called it felt so good. She remembered when she lost her virginity. She wished it could have been to Michael, but at least now she was a pro and knew what she was doing so she could please Michael. Her mom knew that Quana had planned on having sex with Michael so she tried to scare her by talking about STD's, but it never worked, and after a while Quana's mom welcomed Michael into her house and wondered why they weren't having sex more than the already did. Quana struggled to pull him forward, but he was already as close as possible. She scratched at his back and he pushed himself farther into her. She usually wanted it nice and slow but now she wanted it rough and fast, something she knew Michael could pull off. He had been friends with JJ. That meant something. Michael looked down at the thong on the ground and back at Quana's goddess like body. "My african princess," he said out of breath as he felt her up. "My white chocolate soldier," she called him and moaned in pleasure even though it embarrassed her. She couldn't help it, not when she was with Michael. She clutched the counter top for support and pulled Michael's boxers off. She rubbed his ass and smacked it playfully. "You got that tight and muscular ass," she giggled and he rubbed hers. "Your's is baby soft," he said as sweat dripped down his forehead. "Come on baby," he moaned and she licked her lips. "Oh yeah, right there," Quana almost fell off the counter but managed to keep her grip on Michael's shoulders. Quana could feel Michael get more and more stiff by the second. "Good thing you're not wearing a weave," he said as he pulled on her hair a little. "You belong in the ghetto with a bad bitch like me," she said but was so out of breath that it was barely audible. "I'm a detroit bitch, you know I love to ride dick," she smiled and he just got more and more hard. "I love you," he groaned masculinely and she could see all the muscles in his body flexing. She felt one of his"muscles" flexing inside of her and blushed. "Don't stop," she begged and groped hisbutt to pull him deeper into her. "Don't tease me," he grinned and drove himself deeper. Quana looked at a mirror in the side of the room and got even more turned on. Michael must have done the same thing because Quana felt him get rougher and change his stance. A trail of hickeys were left on the soft flesh of Quana's neck as she started to moan at the thought of what was about to come. "I'm about to make you come," Quana taunted and Michael just got rougher. Quana moaned loudly and Michael laughed his ass off. "Think you're funny now?" he asked and kept going. "Oh! Oh my god! Push it! Michael!" she moaned and Michael started to get more and more pleasure from the sound of her moaning. "Don't stop! Oh, oh, oh! Yeah, like that. Oh yeah, ooh! Ah," the sensual sounds fueled Michael and he didn't stop. He was almost at his climax. Sweat ran profusely down his chest as he got closer and closer to coming into her. Michael groaned loudly and Quana moaned just as loud at the same time. He had his orgasm and his muscles relaxed shortly after. Quana was breathless and just slid down off the counter after Michael pulled his penis out of her. "You've got a big egoand I don't want to make you cocky, but... hold up I'm out of breath," she said, euphoria overwhelming her and Michael tried to laugh but he was also out of breath. "That was the best I've ever had, next time I'll give you head. Ok? I'll be your slave, you can tie me up and I'll do whatever you want," she said and held out her hand. " It's a deal," he said and shook her hand."Now Mr. Big Cock, help me put my clothes back on," she said and used the counter to pull herself up.

"Help! Somebody please help me!" Summer begged as the dementeddog dragged her across the clearing and into Luda May's arms. "You little troublemakers," she accused and ordered the dog to let go of it's catch. "Please just let me go! Don't hurt me! Please let me go! PLEASE!" Summer begged as the old woman dragged her up the porch steps and back into the house. The woman was stronger than Summer thought, but even if she could get free of Luda May's grip, the killer rottweiler would catch her. "It is one o'clock in the morning little girl, I should be sleeping! And you, you just prance around my home like you own the place! It's people like you that harassed my boy all the while he was growing up! Well now it's time for him to get you back, and trust me he will. Luda May dropped the girl on the wooden floor and closed the door to the house. "Henrietta, take her downstairs and tie her up. Tommy will take care of her when he get's home," Luda May said and the crazy fat woman from earlier walked back into the room. "Please just let me go! I swear I won't tell anyone! I promise!" Summer cried out as the fat woman dragged her across the floor. "You're a little tense, I'm sorry but I can't give you tea anymore. Tommy will be here soon, you'll like him. He's a sweetheart," Henrietta said as she opened up the rusted metal door. Her smile was wholeheartedbut what she was saying proved that she had no heart. "Bitch, I'll kill you! Let go of me you fat whore! Let go of me you fucking redneck!" Summer screeched angrily but Henrietta just sighed. "Oh my, look at the manners on you. Don't worry, Tommy will fix those," the crazy woman said and pushed Summer inside the basement. She closed the door right in Summer's face, leaving Summer to cry alone in the darkness.

Michael looked carefully out the door. He opened it and walked out of the butchery. "I guess he figured we got away and went looking for us," Michael said and pulled Quana out into the strange quietness. "Lucky us. Michael, I'm really tired. I don't know if what we did back there was a helpful idea for me," she tried to laugh after saying this but ended up coughing and gasping for air instead. "At least it was fun though, we were both pretty crazy back there," Michael reasoned and Quana just shrugged it off. "Too crazy, I can hardly walk," she panted and Michael picked her up and held her in his arms. "Thank you," she breathed out heavily and Michael's answer sounded the same. "No problem. Don't get mad at me if I drop you," he joked as they walked onto the road. "It's nice to know that the rest of them left us," Quana said and sighed. "I bet we'll bump into them sooner or later," Michael said and sniffed Quana's hair. "What happened to the vanilla smell?" he chuckled and wrinkled his nose in fake disgust. "I'm sorry after being chased for hours, getting blood all over me, and having rough sex with you, I don't smell so good," Quana answered back with attitude. "Don't worry, when we get home we're going to take a nice warm shower," Michael stated and Quana smiled. "You do smell like shit," Michael teased and Quana tried to hit him but couldn't in the strange position she was in. "If we do get home, remind me to thank you for treating me so well," Quana said sharply and Michael just kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, I will. Once we get out of here." "Sing me a song," Michael asked of Quana and she hugged him tighter. "Don't worry, I will. Once we get out of here."

"I think you understand my whole trilogy thing now right?" Dean asked and Jessica thought about it. "I guess," she answered and turned to look at Foxy. "How's my baby?" she asked and Foxy's answer pleased her. "What time is it?" Jessica asked and Christina checked her watch. "It's around one twenty to one thirty," Christina answered and Jessica gaped. "Wow, I didn't think it was that late... or early? Whatever," she muttered and looked over at Dean. "So, do you have any idea what's going to happen to us?" she asked and Dean looked down. " I guess if this were a movie I would say it isn't over. There are way too many surviving characters and there hasn't been a really big emotional climax with a couple..." Dean stopped talking when Dinasjae gasped. "Michael and Quana," she whispered despairingly and looked all around her. "I think I'll just stop talking," Dean said sourly and hid his face from Dinasjae. Dinasjae followed Dean as he walked swiftly away from her.

Chapter 12

"Pain, you haven't seen anything yet": (Untitled)

Summer wobbled as she stood up but she managed to get up eventually. She tried to open the door once more and then gave up. Peering around the corner only made her more scared as she descended down the stairs. Summer turned the corner and gazed down at the cellar. "Hello," Summer whispered self-consciously into the dark labyrinth of torture in front of her. A large rat scurried past her feet and she covered her mouth before she could scream. She didn't want to attract any attention to herself. She had to find a way out, and that meant that she had to go deeper in the basement. "Fuck," Summer sighed and kept walking forward.

"Hey, kids, it's a car!" Christina said and ran forward in hope of rescue. Dean peered in front of him and saw Luda May's truck. Destiny, Dinasjae, Zaniqua, Jessica, and Travis couldn't see it from that far away but Foxy, Dean, and Charisma were all running after Christina. "NO! Officer! STOP!" they screamed after the cop, but she ignored them as the blue truck sped forward. Christina stopped and turned around. "He came back for me, he came back for me," she whispered and looked down at her slightly cut wrists. She had seen Frank through the window. He had caught her out in the forest earlier and brought her to the slaughterhouse, that was where he hurt her with things she had never seen before. By now the others knew exactly what was going on, but not what to do. Dean, Foxy, and Charisma were all backing up and Christina was slowly slogging towards them unmotivatedly. It was all over for her. The car stopped and the sound of two doors opening stopped her. Two doors? She hadn't seen anyone else. She turned around and stared at the beast next to Frank. "Oh my God!" she gasped as a chainsaw was pulled from the back seat. "I guess you kids weren't lying," Christina admitted as she looked at Foxy and Dean and then finally noticed the pregnant girl. Jessica, the friend that Dean and Foxy had been looking for. She turned back around again and saw the notorious "Leatherface." He lived up to everything she had heard about him. "Come on let's run!" Destiny whispered fiercely to Charisma who just shook her head in disapproval. "No, the others might have a plan," she tried to encourage Destiny, but it was a lost effort. "You're all gonna' die," she said and ran off of the road, not knowing that Travis was following into her until he almost collided into her. "Tommy, go get 'em!" Frank yelled and aimed the shotgun at the others who were still standing there. "This is startin' to get real familiar."

"Are they coming!?" Destiny yelled back to Travis and was surprised when his face popped up right next to hers. Her question was answered by the demeaning sound of a five horse power gasoline fueled engine coming after her. She had never felt this scared in her entire life. She was completely alone. She didn't count Travis running near her to be company. They were likely to separate at any moment. Both of them didn't even scream as they ran. Destiny was too fatigued and had too much attitude. Travis was to masculine and full of himself. So far there had been an almost clean cut path but it was starting to get more and more cramped. Destiny and Travis both self-consciously lurched to the left and wove in and out of a few humongous trees. Destiny stopped and slid around the side of one tree and waited for Leatherface to run past her and keep following Travis. If she was lucky, he hadn't seen her, and would just keep going after Travis. She didn't care if Travis died, why should she? She wasn't about to die. She heard heavy footsteps run past her hiding spot and them dissolve into the crashing of Travis's pounding footsteps. "Sorry baby, but I'm not about to get cut the fuck up," she whispered solidly and reassuringly to herself. She edged back around the side of the tree and gazed forward. Should she run back towards the road? She was about to move when she felt cold metal graze the skin of her stomach. "AGGHHHHHHHHH!!!! OHH!!! OWW!!! AHHHHHHHH!" Destiny shrieked and grunted at the same time as her white tank top was sliced open and her skin was pierced by a metal fishhook. The hook dug into her skin and wrapped around her organs, tearing them forward and yanking her body backwards until she hit the tree. The hook had been swung around the tree and come from behind. It was yanked once more and Destiny screamed the worst scream of her life, the worst scream almost any single one of the teens had ever heard in their lives. Leatherface walked around the tree and Destiny's would be gasp caused her more pain as she coughed up blood over Leatherface's apron and tie. It was faintly noticeable, because it blended in with all the other blood. Destiny tried to walk forward but the hook yanked her back and she groaned in misery. SHE WAS PINNED TO THE TREE! Leatherface simply walked back behind the tree, grabbed his chainsaw and ran deeper into the forest in front of her. She was just a fish on a hook, meant to be dealt with after he caught his escaping prey. Just a fish on a hook.

"Destiny!? Destiny are you all right!?" Travis yelled into the threatening and menacing darkness in front of him. He looked down and could barely see his own arm or the rest of his body. With growing hope he eyed himself up and down. His extremely dark black skin (everyone would ask "Where did Travis go?" if the lights were turned off in class), black T-shirt, and camouflage pants were perfect for blending in with the forest around him. It would be near impossible for anyone to see him, as long as he kept quiet. He heard the chainsaw coming towards him and jogged deeper into the forest slowly so he wouldn't be heard. Destiny would just have to fend for herself. If he had been in trouble she wouldn't have helped him. Why should he help her? Leatherface was also hard to spot in the shadows but Travis heard him just in time to jump out of the way. Travis's right foot landed in a thicket of berries and the twigs snapped in half. The young man tried to yank his foot out so the noise would stop but he just succeeded in kicking the bush at his attacker and falling backwards into another heap of branches. "Dammit!" Travis exclaimed as he tried to rip himself free of the branches that snagged hold of his clothes. Leatherface had now turned around and found his off balanced target. He angled the chainsaw from the left and veered to the right unexpectedly when Travis moved closer to the middle in hopes of untangling himself. The chainsaw hacked the branches in pieces, doing Travis's job for him but keeping him trapped all the while. Leatherface's victim wriggled out of the twigs and charged like a bull at Leatherface's knees. The skin-freak quickly dodged out of the way and raised the toe of his boot up and into the boy's sternum roughly. The sound of the breastbone breaking was lost in the forever whining of the saw. Travis pushed himself up and tried to run as he clutched his sore ribs. All the running he had done had left his heart bouncing up and down in his chest, giving him massive aches in his chest and stomach. Travis looked behind him and was shocked. Leatherface wasn't behind him. Leatherface rounded the corner to Travis's left with the chainsaw aimed for his prey's knees. Travis jumped in the air and the chainsaw sliced through the air that his legs had occupied only a second earlier. Travis felt victorious until he realized that he had to land on the ground again. The balls of his feet landed on the hard Texan dirt and he almost fell over the great bulk of the killer next to him. The chainsaw came swinging back and Travis heard someone scream in pain. A second later when the pain came, he realized that he was the one screaming. He looked down unwillingly as his body plummeted into the harsh terrain. Travis tried to grab his right leg to stop the pain but couldn't find it with his hands. He looked at his legs and saw why he couldn't feel it. HIS RIGHT LEG WAS GONE! From a little above the knee down, his leg had been torn off his body. The bloody stump was tossed over in a tiny dirt filled creviceof a tree. "SHIT!!!! GOD!!!! AHHGHHH!!" Travis cried out and still clawed desperatlyfor the limbof his body that had been stolen. "UGGHHHHH!!!" he grunted as he was hoisted up over the masochistic psychopath's wide frame. Slung over the freak's shoulders like a slab of meat, Travis fought like the animal he was being treated as. He clawed, pounded, kicked (with one leg), screamed, spit, and wriggled around as much as possible. Only one person could save him now, only one other guy on the team was as strong as him. "MICHAEL!!! MICHAEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Travis called out despairingly into the forest as what was left of his leg pulsed erratically and pumped his blood out of his body, spraying the dirt with the macabre evidence. Travis was dumped next to a tree and nudgedby Leatherface's blood and dirt coveredboot onto his side. He looked up and saw Destiny. "Destiny! Help!!! Please... Destiny?" Travis tried to make sense of what was going on around him. Travis saw the cause of Destiny's silence amd stillness. She was impaledto the tree by a fish hook! Destiny made a sound that could have been a gasp when she saw Travis and the condition he was in, but it was hard to tell. Leatherface had a tighter grip on his chainsaw and was now feeding it more and more power. Destiny was shaking her head and trying to swallow the lump of blood and spit that was caught in her throat. Leatherface yanked the pull-starterto bring the chainsaw to live for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. Pull once! Destiny shook her head as tears streamed down her cheeks and made it even harder for her to swallow the crap in her throat. Pull twice! Travis looked pleadingly at Destiny and felt bad for her. They both looked at each other and wept for one another. Destiny spit the glob of blood from her mouth and onto Leatherface's apron after giving up on swallowing it. The third pull brought the roaring and smoking to life while the death God raised the saw up, up, up, and aimed for Destiny's face. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed in the worst terror of her life as the chainsaw was drove towards her face by the legend that was Leatherface. "DON'T!!!" Travis begged, throwing his hand in the air to try to pull Destiny away from her oncoming death. Destiny's mouth had widened twice the size it had ever been and gave Leatherface a perfect target. It was almost as if it was marked with a red "X." He howled as he pushed the chainsaw inside of Destiny's mouth! The chain caught her tongue and sliced it in half, half of it sliding down her throat and the other ricochetingoff the back of her throat and out of her mouth. The small bones of her chin cracked and flew around in every direction just like the blood. Gallons of blood and bodily tissuespattered Travis's clothes and body, making him look like a prop in a horror movie. The cold cutting blades minced her vocal cords and sliced her windpipe to pieces. The saw had now also pinned her body to the tree after it worked it's way down her throat and broke out of her neck. Pieces of her upper spine were severed and her head swayed limply down. Leatherface squealed and grunted as he destroyed another life. As he took another life. He looked down at Travis who was watching the show in mortification and desperation. As he hacked, sliced, cut, ground, and chopped up his victim, his insane screaming eyes were fixed upon Travis. Travis knew what was going on, Leatherface was putting on a show for him. A show to tell him that he was next.

"Each and every one of y'all needs to get on your knees and put yur hands behind yur head," Frank ordered the remaining survivors after grabbing some rope from the back of Luda May's truck. "I'm tired of this bullshit," Dean spat out furiously and Frank gaped in disbelief. "You little piece of shit, you will do whatever the fuck I tell you! Now get on the... oh, goody." They all turned around to see what had stopped Frank's madness. Michael and Quana had just emerged onto the road. "Shit, go!" Michael yelled and tried to drop Quana out of his arms so she could run away. "Hey, where you going? Stay a while," Frank said, now aiming the gun at Michael. "We missed you back at the house. How come you left us so early, we hadn't even got started with you. Tommy was about to take you down to his little playground. And I was about to take your girlfriend into my room," Frank chortled and Quana had to hold Michael back so he wouldn't do anything stupid. "Sorry, I don't really want to fuck a hillbilly that just wants me to make a baby that I can also fuck and have lots of degeneratebabies who will also fuck their cousins," Quana taunted in a sweet voice that held extreme amounts of venom behind it. "You little bitch! I will not let you talk about my new family in that way!" Frank bellowed and Dean decided he shouldn't help the girl get any more punches in because Frank was about to blow. 'Oh, and how did you become a part of that family, did your slut mother fuck the freak with no face!?" Quana screamed, completely losing all self-control and not thinking about how dangerous what she was doing actually was. "Bitch, I'll cut your throat..." Frank warned but Quana was not stopping, she couldn't even her Michael begging her to stop. "I'll cut off your boyfriend's dick and get my buddy Tommy to rape you with it while wearing your buddy's face," Frank satisfactorily laughed to himself and Quana stopped her rampage. "Why, because both of you don't have one?" she grinned to herself and Frank sauntered up to her. "I'm gonna gag you and keep you in the front seat next to me," he whispered in her face after she wiped the tobacco he had spit off of it. He threw the ropes to Dean and told him to tie everyone up. "Thanks for asking so nicely," Dean's sarcasm was lost on Frank as the redneck walked back to his truck and looked around in his trunk. "So, anybody have a plan?" Michael asked as Dean tied him up, making sure that the ropes were loose enough to wriggle out of if given the right amount of force. "Not yet, we should just let this play out for a minute, it was a dumb call for him to ask me to tie you guys up and I'm hoping that he doesn't realize it. I'll come up with something, just give me a minute," Dean answered in a hushed whisper after tying up Zaniqua and Dinasjae. "Just give me a minute."

"You son of a bitch!" Travis screamedafter Leatherface finished up with Destiny and came at him. Travis swung his body around and pulled himself along the grass away from Leatherface. He should have started earlier while the monster was distracted, but he had also been distracted. He panted and grunted with exertion as his clenched jaw scraped against the mud and dirt beneath him. His strong build helped him as he used his upper body muscles to drag his body across the forest floor. It helped, but it was no use. Leatherface scooped the boy up in his arms and heaved him over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. After a few seconds of what seemed like mindless wandering they came back out onto the road and Travis fell onto the somewhat paved road. "Oh my God! Travis!?" he heard lots of familiar voices call out but couldn't see them. He looked up and saw everyone else right where he had left them, except now they were tied up. "Lookie here everyone, it's one of your friends. He tried to run, it wasn't a good idea," Frank said as he marched over to the pitiful looking boy. "I am going to make an example out of him for all of you," Frank said proudly and kicked Travis in the face. "You motherfucker!" Quana screamed but Frank was already kicking Travis in the stomach now. Travis spit out two of his teeth and a small amount of blood. "This is what happens if you don't listen to me and if you run away!" Frank yelled and kicked Travis onto his side. "Tommy, come over here and show them what will happen if they run off," Frank hollered over to Leatherface who walked over obediently. Frank hoisted Travis up and suspended him in the air a few feet away from his face. "Quana look away," Michael ordered and Quana looked over at him trying to block the thought that was running through her mind. Leatherface pushed his chainsaw forward and into Travis's stomach! Frank dropped the boy and backed up before the saw burst out of Travis's back. Travis hung in the air with the chainsaw sticking into his body from the front and coming out the back. Once again all the teens were spattered with more goreand were screaming in fear and disgust. Quana was cowering next to Michael as she dug her face into his chest to try and hide. She stumbled over and her head fell into his lap, her head turning and her eyes being forced to watch Travis's impalement. She closed her eyes and tried to get back up but couldn't because of those damned ropes tied around her hands and feet. Michael watched his terror diminishing as he rubbed his wrists raw against the ropes. He had an idea. He finally got the ropes off and looked over at Dean who was watching him intently. The only two guys left. Michael motioned his head towards the shotgun that Frank had left on the ground next to him. Dean nodded and Michael kissed Quana on the head. "I love you baby," he whispered and jumped to his feet to go play hero the best he could. Frank turned around in time to dodge Michael's head on attack. Michael flew past Frank who jumped out of the way just in time and delivered a hard blow to Michael's back that sent the young man spiraling onto the ground. "I told you what would happen if you tried to fuck with me boy. Tommy come get this one," Frank yelled and dragged Michael to his feet after forming a choke hold around his neck. "NOOO!!! Stop! Don't! Leave him alone! LEAVE HIM ALONE, PLEASE!!! DON'T HURT HIM! LET GO OF HIM!!! Please! You don't have to do this! LET GO OF HIM! PLEASE!!!" Quana begged, struggling to get to her feet so she could run up to her boyfriend and protect him. Leatherface tossed the dead boy aside and shambledover to Michael.

Summer stepped into the watery mess of a floor that the furnace room had. "Ooh God't," Summer smacked her lips at the sight of the place. It was ugly. That was her first impression until she saw all the bodies. "I don't want to be down here, I don't want to be down here, I don't want to be down here," she repeated over and over again as she teetered around the severely cluttered area. Why the fuck is there a piano down here? Why is there a bed? A bathtub... what the fuck? Summer stopped when she saw something hanging over the edge of the bathtub. It was a head. She treaded carefully past all the weapons and bodies until she got to the blood and dirt filled bathtub. Those assholes! They're keeping the body fresh! Summer thought to herself when she noticed all the ice cubes floating around the motionless body. Summer didn't recognize him but it looked like he was wearing a police uniform. The door opened and Summer almost had a heart attack. "Dinner time!" she heard the older woman yell down the stairs and saw a can of something fall down the stairs. The door shut again and Summer left the tub to go examine her so called "Dinner." "That bitch!" Summer sighed when she picked up a can of dog food. "Premium chicken slices in gravy," she read aloud and rolled her eyes. "Ooh, I swear I'm gonna kill her," Summer said to herself as she opened up the can of dog food and thought of what to do with it. "Fuck you bitch," Summer grinned as she dumped the dog food all over the entrance to the furnace and threw the can at the door. "Oww," she winced after throwing the can and clutched her bleeding wrist. That dog had really done some damage. "Now, how the hell do I get out?"

Leatherface was grinning like a hobo who had just won the lottery. He was getting a lot of action today, there was no way they were going hungry with all the bodies he had just collected. And now he was about to get one of the bodies he had wanted since he saw it. The strong boy who always had his hands on the black girl that Frank didn't like. Or Frank did like her but it was like the relationship he had with some of the other girls, he wasn't very nice to them. Leatherface stopped his thinking looked at the man in front of him. "Please don't do this!" she tried to scream but her voice was so strained that she could barely hear herself after all the screaming she had just done. "Take me instead!" she yelled as loudly as possible and Frank made Leatherface stop the chainsaw. "What did you just say girl?" Frank asked and Quana replied without hesitation. "I said, take me instead." "Ok," Frank said dropping Michael and tossing him into Leatherface's arms. Leatherface dropped the chainsaw and wrapped his arms tightly around Michael's waist. After Michael regained his breath he pleaded for Quana to stop. "Stop! Wait, please just listen to me. Don't do this to her! Please take me! She's pregnant, you'll be taking two lives. Just take me! Don't listen to her, take me instead!" Michael panted and Frank just smiled. "How about I just kill you both? I don't know, who should I choose. I have an idea," Frank said sadistically and looked over at the others after ordering Quana to get on her knees and picked up his shotgun. "How about you kids vote on who lives and dies? Every time I want to kill someone I'll let you guy's decide, and if you want to you can sacrifice yourself if I let you. I want you to vote if you want to live and who you want to die. Now this cute little interracial couple's lives are on the line and so are yours. Let's get to voting."

Chapter 13

The Vote:

"So, Dean is it? You are going to tally up the votes because you know these peoples names. So, what's your vote Dean?" Frank asked, obviously intriguedand wondering who Dean would condemn to death. Dean looked around and then up at Frank, "I vote for myself." "Dean, no!" Foxy yelled in utterconfusion and aggravation. "Dean, what the hell are you doing?" Jessica screamed and looked down at her baby who was rolling around in her lap. "Ok, you?" Frank moved on and was now asking Charisma. "I vote for Dean," she answered, unsure of the reaction she would get. Dean just nodded and composed his face into an unreadable mask. "Dean, what the fuck are you doing!? Are you crazy! Every single one of them is going to vote for you now that you sacrificed yourself! What the hell are you thinking!? Dean!! Answer me!" Foxy screeched and tried to blow her long, flowing black hair out of her face. "And you?" Frank was now asking Christina who was still paralyzed from watching Travis die. "Um, Dean, I guess," she trailed off and Foxy now directed her anger towards the frightened police officer. "What is your problem!? What is wrong with you people!! Do you not care if he lives or dies!? Dean, stop this! Take it back!" Foxy continued to yell in Dean's face but he just hid his emotions like he had none. "Ok, Quana, did I say your name right? Well, what's your vote beautiful?" Frank was elated at the turn of the tables and enjoyed Foxy's reactions before and after every vote. Quana hesitated and looked all around her at all the faces. Quana stared at Dean for a minute and then at Foxy and Jessica. Foxy reminded Quana a lot of herself and she noticed something in Foxy's eyes. It was a look of despair. The look she could only imagine she had in her eyes a minute ago when Michael's life was on the line. Foxy felt strongly about Dean and that gave Quana her answer.

"I vote for Christina," Quana responded calmly and casually as everyone else gazed at her in confusion. If she had just voted for Dean it would probably all be over, why hadn't she? "Thank you," Foxy mouthed and Quana mouthed back "No problem." Dinasjae spoke up before she was asked, "I vote for Christina too." Christina glared at Dinasjae and Quana. "What is this, get rid of the cop? Get rid of the old lady? Get rid of the woman you don't know? Just because I'm not one of your friends am I not worth living?" Christina asked angrily and fearful of the next vote that could possibly end her life. Zaniqua and Dinasjae shared a quick glance and Zaniqua felt guilty that she was about to betray her best friend. "My vote is for Dean," she told Frank who smiled at her and then directed his smile towards Foxy, Dean, and Jessica. "Why the hell did you vote for him?" Nasjae whispered to Zaniqua who looked over at Foxy. Foxy was ignoring her and just looking at Dean in horror. "The cop could help us, she might know something that can help us later on. She probably has survival training and shit. I don't know, I just feel safer with her around," Zaniqua answered when Frank aimed the gun at Michael and asked him who he was going to vote for. "Michael if you love me you will vote for Christina," Quana called over to her boyfriend and received a slap across the face from Frank. "Don't influence him you loud mouthed bitch!" Frank yelled when Quana looked back at him and wished she could put her hand up to her throbbing reddened face. Michael tried to keep his temper under control and he voted for himself. "Jesus Christ! If you had voted for the cop we could end this! You don't have to be a hero all the time! You and Dean are so fucking stupid! Don't you guys know that people love you and don't want you to die!?" she shrieked and the only reason Frank didn't hit her again was because he enjoyed all the drama. He gazed at Jessica and then rolled his eyes. "Pregnant women have fucked up emotions, you don't get a vote," he said and his eyes moved past her and onto Foxy. Jessica only started to cry, nothing was going right for her. She couldn't even argue back, she just sat and cried. She didn't have the strength right now to do anything else. "So, I bet your going to vote for Dean," Frank chuckled sarcastically and Foxy replied back with the first thing that came to her mind. "It's a shame you can't see what finger I'm holding up behind my back right now," she grinned and Frank shoved the gun in her face. "I vote for the cop," she answered and Frank pulled the gun out of her face. He turned around and paced for a minute, mumbling to himself the whole time.

"Dean, come on up to the stand buddy," he called over his shoulder and Dean got to his knees and walked on them the best he could until he got to Frank. "My dear friend Michael, go over there and bring Foxy over here, I want her to watch," he ordered and Leatherface released the young adult. "I'm sorry for this," Michael whispered to Foxy as he pulled her to her feet and placed her about a little less than a yard away from Dean. Frank put the muzzleof the gun against the side of Dean's head. Foxy noticed Dean's lip quivering and knew he was scared. "I want you to watch your friend that you fought so hard for die. These people aren't your friends, but he is. They just let him die. Are you mad? Do you want them to suffer the same fate your friend is about to. He can take back the vote at any time and I might just let him go and take the cop. Try to convince him or watch him die," Frank told Foxy who was no longer fighting the tears in her eyes. "Dean, please just take back your vote. You shouldn't have to die. Think about your parents, they won't have anyone left. Think of Michael, he wouldn't want you to do this," this broke Dean's mask of non-emotion and he looked Foxy in the eyes. "I'm sorry Foxy," he said and looked up at Frank. "Do it," he mumbled and Frank put his finger on the trigger. "No! Dean please! Dean, don't do this! Dean, please!!!!!!!! Dean, I don't want you to do this! Dean!! I love you! I love him, please stop!" she begged Frank and Dean at the same time and it was almost like a mirror image of Quana and Michael. Except Foxy just admitted something that Dean had never known. "Dean, I love you. I have since the day we met. You made me feel good about myself. You always complimented me on how I looked and so much more. You made me feel wanted. I had never felt wanted before. Dean I'm in love with you, I know I should have told you but I didn't realize it as much before. I know it for sure now, so please don't let him do this! Take back the vote. Take it back for me," she pleaded and saw the tears in Dean's shimmering turquoise blue eyes. Jessica's jaw dropped and she only cried more now that she knew about the love her friends had for each other. "I love you too. I wish I had known that a while ago. We could have already hooked up by now," he laughed and Foxy tried but it just sounded like she was choking. "Take back the vote. Please," Foxy whispered and Frank nudged Dean roughly with the gun. "I take it back," Dean said and Frank lifted up the gun. "Ok, get in the back of the truck." Leatherface lifted Dean up and tossed him into the bed of the truck. He did the same with Michael, Dinasjae, Zaniqua, and Charisma. Once there was absolutely no room they started to cram people into the tiny backseats of the truck. Foxy and Jessica sat in the back seat with the baby and Frank ordered Quana to sit in the passenger seat next to him. The only person left on the road was Christina. Frank got in the front seat of the car and yelled out the window to Leatherface, "Take care of her. Do whatever you want with her, take her to the slaughterhouse if you want and if not drag her back to our house. Just make sure that you don't leave any evidence." Frank started up the car and drove forward as he looked for the trail back to the house. With his free hand resting in Quana's lap and feeling her up Frank turned onto one of the many trails and looked in the rearview mirror as Leatherface yanked the loosely hanging head off of Christina's body.

Chapter 14

The Furnace:

Summer had found no way out so far and was thinking about giving up before she threw up. Summer took one more look around and saw a hole in the wall next to her. She got on all fours and looked but it was too small for her to fit through and way too dark. It probably didn't even lead anywhere. She got back up and wiped her hands off on her jeans that were now filthy. She turned around and dust fell all over her face. It was coming from the ceiling. Someone upstairs must be pounding their feet against the ground. Summer heard the metal door open up and wondered what she should do. "Hurry up and put them down there before they get any ideas," she heard Luda May say to someone and then saw a shadow coming down the stairs. Michael came into view and Summer watched as the rest of her friends made their way down the stairs behind him. They all had ropes tying their hands together. Dinasjae, Zaniqua, Charisma, and Quana followed. Three other people that she had never seen before were right behind them and Summer guessed they must have had car trouble also and got screwed over. The door shut again after she had heard Frank yell "Tommy will be down to get you situated in a little while." Summer walked up to her friends who all greeted her in surprise. Summer untied everyone, something that took longer than she would have thought and then noticed that a few people were missing. "Hold up, where are Destiny and Mrs. Garner? And where is my sister?" she asked and they all just shook their heads. "Either she got away or they caught her too," Michael answered and Summer looked away. "How are we going to get out of here?" she asked and the girl who introduced herself as Jessica said, "There is a way out but we used it last time so it's probably locked." Summer looked at the boy who's name was Dean and he nodded, "She's right, but we should try anyway. Me and Foxy will go check." Foxy and Dean walked over to the narrow moonlit passage and vanished into the darkness.

"Michael, I need to talk to you," Quana said not bothering to ask him as she pulled him by his shirt into a darker corner of the basement. "What the hell were you doing!?" she whispered fiercely and he just turned his head over so he wouldn't have to look her in the eyes. "Look at me," she said and pulled his face over. "Please don't ever try to play hero again? I know you were just trying to help us but... but I just can't let you die. I'm ok if someone else dies but not you. We promised each other that we wouldn't leave one another," she reminded him and he got a little angry. "What do you think you were doing!? You try to sacrifice yourself for me? Do you really think I wanted that to happen? The only reason I attacked him was to protect you and then you go and try to kill yourself to save me! Did you even think that you would be killing two people!? Your pregnant, I'm not, Dean isn't, Foxy isn't, Dinasjae isn't, Zaniqua isn't, no one is but you and Jessica." Quana was trying to avoid this but it was happening anyway. They were getting into a fight, something that rarely happened with them. "I'm sorry, I'll stop yelling at you," Michael apologized and continued quietly. "I just don't want you to get hurt. Don't do anything like that again, pretty please? I promise I won't try to be a hero if you promise you won't ever sacrifice yourself for anyone. Deal?" he asked and deliberated for less than a second before agreeing. "I thought of a boy name if you want to hear it," he said after he grabbed her hand and walked back into the dim light next to Dinasjae and Zaniqua. "Yes, I do. Just be quiet about it, no one else knows," she said as Charisma walked by her and sat on the steps in defeat. "Ok, wait I forgot. Oh, I remember it again! Ok, here we go. How about Josh?" he asked curiously and Quana nodded. "Maybe... if he looks more white than black. Do you think it will look more white if it's a boy and more black if it's a girl? You know, like it takes the looks of the dad if it's a boy or the mom if it's a girl," she wondered and Michael shrugged. "I don't know, but we are the sexiest people alive so are baby will be the sexiest person ever no matter if it's boy or girl. I have a few other names. Wait, I really don't have any other names. All I can think of are really boring ones that I don't like," he said and then he stopped and turned her around so that she was looking at him. "Let's go sit on the stairs. Up at the top so we have some privacy," he said and they walked past Charisma to sit next to the now iconic metal door.

"It's locked," Dean announced loudly as him and Foxy came back from the passage. "What a surprise," Zaniqua muttered and went to sit on the stairs next to Charisma. Dinasjae followed and so did Summer. It was like a new trend to sit on the stairs or something. Jessica and Foxy sat down next to each other with Dean sitting right behind them on a higher step. "What do we do now?" Dinasjae asked and no one answered her so Dean decided he would. "We wait until our good friend Tommy comes back. I can't believe that it has a name," he mumbled to himself and tried to fight the wave of fatigue that was overwhelming him.

Michael stroked Quana's face and looked at the scar she had on the side of her face from when Frank pushed her face first off the bus. "He's going to pay for this scar," Michael whispered as he rubbed her arms to keep her warm. She hadn't even realized that she was shivering. How could I be cold down here? "You're going to be a great dad. I can just tell," she told him and he took it as one of the greatest compliments he had ever gotten. "You'll be a great mom. Keep the kid in check," he laughed and she giggled too. "I can't even cook very well though," she said it as if it was the biggest flaw in the world. "I can take care of that. You know how good I can cook," he said and she nodded. "Since when does making 'Kraft Macaroni andCheese' count as a good cook?" Michael watched Quana smile and could feel himself smiling too. "Attack on my culinary skills. Fine, I guess I just won't cook for you anymore," he retorted jokingly and pulled Quana even closer to him. He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek. Quana's mood took a serious drop all of a sudden and she looked down at the ground. "What's going to happen to us now?" she asked and Michael wished that he could have kept her talking about something else. "Hey, at least have some hope," Michael tried to get her to cheer back up. "I mean, seriously, now that we're down here what else could go wrong? What's the worst that could happen," he said right as the metal door was thrown open behind them. They didn't even have enough time to jump as a hand grabbed Michael's shirt collar and pulled him into the hallway. The door shut right in Quana's face before she could even react. Everyone else jumped up and ran to the door as Quana started to pound on it. "HEY!!!!!!" she screamed and tried to open the door. "They took him! They took Michael! Oh my God! What are they doing to him!!?" Quana shouted frantically in between all the pounding on the door. "That freak took Michael! No, this can't be happening! What if he tries to take Michael's face!?" the last sentence got the others attention. "Wait, who took Michael?" Charisma asked and Quana turned around with her fists still clenched, "The guy with the chainsaw."

"They'll bring him back, it will be fine. I've been here before, they are really very unorganized. Especially the chainsaw guy. It will be fine, ok?" Jessica lied as she tried to calm Quana down. "Ok." Quana seemed satisfied but then she looked at Jessica's baby. "Where is the baby's dad?" she asked fearfully as the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place. Dean's hand went into his pocket but not before Quana noticed the missing pinky finger. Her throbbing heart thudded against her chest and felt like it was about to burst. Jessica wasn't answering. "The baby's name is Michael. My boyfriend told me since his name was Michael. The man that took him is wearing someone's face. You freaked out when you saw the face and started crying. And Foxy, you told Dean to think about his brother and he almost started to cry. So did Jessica. You told him that his parents would be all alone if Dean died too. Jessica your friends are here but he isn't. Why? Why!?" Quana grabbed Jessica by the shoulders and turned her around. "My boyfriend's name was also Michael. He got me pregnant and I named my baby after him. He never met his son. The day I told him I was pregnant was the day he died." Quana almost stopped breathing. "How did he die? Where did he die?" Jessica looked away but then back at Quana. She had to tell her the truth. "He died here. Not in this house but in a shed somewhere near here. He had been... he had been nailed to a wall and..." Quana gasped and then clamped her mouth shut. "Right as we were about to get him off, the man wearing my fiance's face stuck a chainsaw through the back of the shed and it came out of his stomach." "Oh no," Quana cried out and hugged Jessica as tightly as possible. "The same thing is going to happen to my Michael," she whispered and Jessica felt Quana trembling in her arms. "You don't know that. Me, Dean, and Foxy got out. He could too," she tried to cheer Quana up but it wasn't worth the time. "I told my Michael that I was pregnant today," she told Jessica who's face drained of color instantly. "This is just a little bit too much of a coincidence to me. Both of us having a Michael, both of us telling him that we're pregnant at the same place that we might die. And Frank has been treating us differently the whole time. He put Michael in a room alone and he also put me in a room alone. The rest of you guys he put down here. And the face stealer is always looking at us weirdly. I know that he looks at everyone like that but still, he just stares at us. Isn't that strange. Oh, and he dragged me into Michael's room and just left me there with him. Why? Why would he do that?" Quana asked even though she knew that no one could answer her questions. Voices came from behind the door and Quana pressed her ear against it to try and hear what Frank was saying.

"Tommy, go down there and bring the rest of them upstairs so that you can," Frank's voice got lower and Quana couldn't hear the last part. "Once all of them are upstairs you can have fun with the boy all by yourself." Quana pulled her head away from the door and knew immediately that she had to hide. Quana pushed past everyone on the stairs and made her way around the furnace. Where can I hide? Quana thought as the door was thrown open. "All of you get up and come upstairs," Frank yelled and Quana started to panic. "Is this all of ya'?" Frank asked and Quana strained to hear the answer her friends would give. "Yeah," they answered and the door shut after Frank yelled something else at them. Quana was all alone now. She had to find a place to hide before Leatherface came down there. Before he came down there with her boyfriend.

Leatherface dragged Michael down the stairs and pulled him along the polished wooden floor. Summer watched from the top of the stairs as Michael was taken into the basement. She hoped Quana would help him, but she knew that Quana would probably just end up watching her boyfriend die. Summer was shoved into a bare room with nothing but a chair and racks along the walls that tools hung on. Blood was all over the walls and floor. "What is this 'Hostel'?" Charisma asked as she looked around the room.

Michael was about to swing a punch at his attacker when he was lifted off the ground and swung upside down. All the blood rushed to his head as the stairs came closer and closer to his face on the descent into the furnace. He wasn't sure if he should cuss the monster out or try to reason with him. The last time he had gotten aggressive the man seemed to get worse but when he pulled the "please don't kill me"idea he got to see Quana. He was pretty sure he was about to die this time though. It might be a whole different scenario down here. He reached the bottom of the stairs and his face was dipped into the murky ankle deep water. His spiky hair was reduced to a dripping mess as he was pulled back up and forced to look at Leatherface's lair. Michael was swung up and over the killer's shoulders and was being moved deeper into the darkness. They walked up to the piano with the meat hook hanging from it and stopped. A little light hung over a large wooden table with dried blood smeared on it. It was like an oversized cutting board. Michael realized this as he was placed on it and metal clamps were set on him to keep him from escaping. One clamp was placed around each wrist, one was placed around each ankle, one clamped over his waist, and the other went around his neck. The one around his neck was a little tight and Michael breathed in and out of his nose to avoid panicking about not being able to breathe. He wiggled around but as he knew the clamps kept him down. The whole time Leatherface was walking around and picking things up. He would pick something up, examine it, drop it, walk back up to Michael, turn back around, and do the same thing at another table. He did this until he saw a pair of sharpened hedge clippers. He picked up the object and walked over to his victim. "Listen, you don't have to do this," Michael started to plead for his life but Leatherface continued towards the boy. "You can just let me go. Your friend or brother won't know. That guy, Frank, he'll never know. All you have to do is let me go. Please?" Michael asked but Leatherface wasn't paying attention. The hedge clippers were stuck underneath Michael's shirt and pushed up until it ripped open part of the shirt. Leatherface then cut Michael's shirt from the waist up in a straight line. The black tank top was torn to shreds. Leatherface pushed the over sharpened clippers down too hard and clipped Michael's upper stomach. Michael gasped in pain and tried to move away from the sharp object. His captor finished up and threw the remains of the shirt to the ground. Hewitt then turned around and placed the hedge clippers in a bucket of water to wash off the small amount of blood that it had on it. Michael strained to look at his stomach but gave up after a few seconds. He heard Leatherface moving around but had no idea where he was or what he was doing, and that scared him almost more than seeing him. "Please man, I've got a girlfriend who's pregnant. You have to let me and her go. If you aren't gonna' let me go at least let her go. Do you hear me? Hello?" Michael asked when the room went quiet but then a high pitched grinding noise erupted throughout the basement. What's that!? Michael thought to himself as the noise grew louder and shriller.

Leatherface sat down in a chair as he sharpened one of his favorite knifes. Once it was finished he touched it to his finger to test the sharpness of the edge. Drops of blood slid from the small hole in his finger after he just barely touched it to his fingertip. This one would work just fine. Leatherface scuffled back over to the young man and grabbed his face, squeezing it roughly. The terrified boy tried to plead for his life but Leatherface was squeezing his cheeks so hard that he couldn't say anything. Leatherface let go and slapped the sides of Michael's face lightly and then picked the knife back up. He sidestepped to the right and placed the knife on his captive's stomach. He cut one long diagonal line from the the top of Michael's chest to his waist line. "Aghh, ahh, ughh," Michael groaned at the pain and wished desperatly that he could see his stomach. It was barely cutting into his skin but it still hurt like hell. The only thing that confused Michael was why he wasn't just stabbing him. What was he doing? Another diagonal line was cut across Michael's stomach until a bloody "X" was formed. Leatherface heard something and dropped the knife on the ground. He stopped moving and listened hard. Michael looked away from the blinding light above his face and over at Leatherface. Something was wrong.

Quana covered her mouth with her hands and slid to her knees. She had gasped when Michael's stomach had been cut into and was now trying to stay as quiet as possible. She was in the passageway leading to the hatch that was one of the few ways out of the Hewitt house. The cuts and slats in the hollow and mildew covered wooden walls had provided her a good vantage point so she could watch over Michael safely. Leatherface had heard her and was now searching the basement for whatever had made the noise. The chainsaw started up but Leatherface disengaged the clutch and the loud roaring softened to a low purring. Quana looked back up through one of the slats and gazed around in confusion. Leatherface was gone. She could still hear the saw but couldn't see him. She looked down as a small rat started to crawl up the leg of her jean. She stifled her disgust and kicked it off. The rat squealed loudly... THE CHAINSAW POWERED TO LIFE AND TORE THROUGH THE THIN WALL, STABBING THE SPACE ABOVE HER HEAD! Quana managed not to scream and curled herself up into the smallest ball she could. She covered her head with her hands in an attempt to protect herself. The chainsaw came through the wall a second time, this time it was closer to her body than the first. She continued to hold in her scream as Leatherface arched back for a third violent thrust. This one missed her head by mere inches and Hewitt seemed satisfied. He figured if someone was back there that they would have screamed or been cut into so he stopped the chainsaw and tossed it onto one of the many tables in the furnace room. Quana hadn't breathed since she had gasped earlier and finally allowed herself to breathe. Only in and out of her nose though, she was quieter when she breathed that way. She got out of her ball and crawled back to the wall that now had three large slits in it. She avoided the large spaces and peered through a small hole at what was going on. The narrow passageway was more illuminated now since Leatherface's chainsaw had cut out part of the wall, so Quana stayed in the shadows as best as she could. Three quick pounds came down on the ceiling above and Leatherface looked up. Quana thought she heard him sigh in aggravation but wasn't sure if he actually had human qualities besides strength. He walked away from Michael and made his way towards the stairs. Shaquana's body tensed up as she came to realize that this might be her chance. As she hoped he started to walk up the stairs. He opened up the door and slammed it shut. "Yes!" Quana cheered silently to herself and ran out of the passageway. She pushed aside the three crates that blocked the entrance and then ran towards her boyfriend.

"Michael! Michael, it's me!" Quana said as she approached her boyfriend. "Quana! Oh my God, what are you doing down here!? He might find you. You have to get out of here, you have to get out of here right now. Go! Go while he's gone!" Michael warned as his girlfriend stared at his stomach and at the metal clamps that were keeping him pinned to the table. "I'm not leaving without you. That's why I stayed down here, so I could get you. Michael, why did he cut an X across your stomach?" she asked and his eyes widened. "He did!?" Michael exclaimed and Quana decided to let it go. "Never mind, we need to get you off of this thing," she said quietly when she heard footsteps overhead. The blood was still dripping from Michael's stomach and Quana tried to wipe it off with her hand. There was too much blood so Quana looked around for something to stop it. She found a white towel and place it over his stomach, applying a little bit of pressure to it like she had seen in movies. "Is there a key to these things?" Quana whispered to herself as she examined the clamp around Michael's neck for a keyhole or a button that would unhook it. "Tell me more names," Michael said and Quana looked at him. She noticed that she hadn't really looked at him since she came up to him. "What?" she asked and Michael continued, "Tell me more names for the baby." "Oh, ok. Um, I have thought of some more and I even though of three boy names that I'll tell you when I finish the girl names. Shaniqua, Nikosha, Kiosha, Brandi, and I kind of like Jasmine too. And also Dyneshea. I think that's really pretty. Do you like them?" she asked and pulled at the clamp around his waist. It wouldn't budge. "I like all the names you came up with. They're all really pretty, really ghetto, but still really pretty. What about boy names," he asked and wondered what she was doing as she yanked at the clamps on his wrists and ankles. "Darrian, Tyrone, Josh, and Russell," she said her voice showing how distracted she was. "I like those. Russell is pretty white but it's good." Shaquana just nodded and searched the little table next to Michael for a key or anything helpful. "I was thinking we could name him Michael. You know that is a really sexy name," she joked as she rummaged through the cluttered table top and pushed over all the discomforting weapons that lay on it. "Naw, that's too common now. What about Jacob? And you could do Johnson as a middle name. JJ would be a bad ass," Michael laughed and then started to choke. "Are you ok!!?" Quana almost screamed and Michael just stared at her. "I"m fine, this thing... it's just a little tight," he choked out as he tried to relax his muscles. "Ok, I like that," she agreed and tried not to cuss as the table provided her with nothing useful. "I still really like Aquanisha, but the other names are starting to rub off on me more than that one," she comforted her boyfriend and tried to hide the hesitation and panic from her voice. "Aquanisha Lee will be beautiful," Michael answered trying to comfort Quana also. Quana dropped the set of pliers she had picked up and it clattered onto a metal tray.

"Aquanisha Lee? Lee?" she asked, looking at the love of her life in horror. "Oh yeah, you'll probably get married so Aquanisha whoever's last name you get married to," he corrected and Quana couldn't speak. It was like something was caught in her throat. "I thought that... I thought that," Shaquana tried to get out but it just wasn't coming out. "I thought that you and me were going to get married. You said so before, remember?" she reminded him and he closed his eyes. "Remember!?" she almost screamed and Michael opened his eyes again. "Quana, baby you know I love you. I don't want to make you loose hope but, I'm not making it out of here alive." Quana forced what he was saying out of her mind. She couldn't hear it, she just couldn't. "Why are you saying that? I'm going to get you out of here. You're the one who's losing hope," she responded as quickly as possible and then started to expand her search to other corners of the basement. "Quana..." Michael started to panic when she left his sight but then reminded himself of what he was trying to get across to her. If he let her know how much he wanted her to stay with him she would never leave. He had to make sure that she escaped. "Shaquana Lee, you need to leave right now. If you really love me, and I know you do, then you'll run away now that you have the chance," Michael said to the air in front of him, hoping that his girlfriend was close enough to hear. "If you really love me then you won't give up," she answered and came back into his view. "Please don't make me feel guilty. I love you and just want you to get out of here. Please, just save yourself." Quana shook her head stubbornly. "No, I'm getting you out of... shit!" she whispered as the metal door was swung open. It shook the whole house and was as loud as a train wreck. Michael's eyes widened wider than ever before and he tried to grab Quana's hand. She grabbed his hand and bent over the table to kiss him. Michael kissed back as much as he could and Quana stopped before it got too far and she ended up making him choke again. "I love you," she started to cry as Michael told her that he loved her too. The footsteps came from above and were coming fast. Leatherface was in a hurry to get back. Michael looked pleadingly at Quana and whispered one word. "Hide."

Leatherface reached the bottom of the stairs and made sure that everything was still in place. He walked over to the sewing machine and picked up one of the two chainsaws. He picked up the first one he had ever gotten, the one he liked the most. He let it hang loosely in his hand and walked over to his latest catch. He put the chainsaw on the small tabletop next to him and looked around for something. Hewitt looked down at Michael and saw the greenish belt that came with his camouflage pants. He ripped the belt from the boy's pants and gave it a good tug. Michael was hoping that Leatherface wasn't about to take off his pants when the psychopath tied the belt around his face. Michael struggled as the belt was tied around his face and stuck into his mouth to gag him. To keep him quiet. Leatherface lifted up the chainsaw and pulled on the pull-starter. Michael found out was the gag was for a minute too late as he tried to scream for his life. All the came out was an extremely muffled "mmm" sound. Hewitt pulled on the pull-starter again and pushed the chainsaw up high in the air. He pulled it again and it came alive, roaring and smoking as it always did. Leatherface arched it back above his head and prepared to stab it into the middle of the "X" he had carved onto his victim's bare chest. A splashing sound was drowned out as the chainsaw reached peak revs. Leatherface gritted his teeth as he pushed the chainsaw down with all of his might at the young man below.