Update 3:
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 that 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.
"STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", the loud scream rose over the deafening chainsaw. Leatherface turned around in surprise, the chainsaw still churning inches from Michael's stomach. The black girl was back. He moved the chainsaw away from the boy and towards the female.
Quana held the long metal pipe in her hands and looked on at the reclusive psychopath. She shuddered when she looked at him and tightened her grip on the pipe. Michael looked at her, his head shaking and his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. "Move away from him!" she yelled and watched as the killer made his way towards her. "No," she said defiantly when he walked closer to her. He continued to come towards her, smoke from the chainsaw clouding the air. She circled around the table and used it as protection. It was like a fucked up carousel. Two people going around the center object, following each other. Even though the center object was her boyfriend and the person following her intended on slicing him up. Quana got to where she wanted and with one hand, she felt around the metal tray until she found the large knife that had been used to mark Michael's stomach. She groped some wire and wrapped it around her wrist. The pipe was loose in her hands and she wasn't concentrating on Leatherface. That's when he made his move. He ran at her, squealing through his death-mask while he grabbed her arm and put his chainsaw down on the counter. She screamed and stomped her foot down upon his. He backed up and Quana used that moment to regain her grasp on the pipe. "FUCK YOU!!!" she shouted and swung the pipe at his knee. It hit him square in the knee and he fell down on it. His head was at her waist level and she arched back to take another shot at the monster. Quana swung the pipe at Leatherface's head and let out a cry of victory when she heard a cracking sound. Leatherface fell into the water and stopped moving. Quana kicked him in the stomach and waited to see if he moved. Nothing, she turned around and looked at Michael. "I'll be right back for you," she promised and kissed the gag that was moving up and down as Michael's breathing grew more frantic. Shaquana hopped over the motionless body of her captor and ran up the stairs, the pipe still in her hands. It was slightly bent at the top where it had smashed into Thomas Hewitt's skull but it would still work. She yanked the door and felt it give, so she pulled harder and it slid open. That was an unexpected plus.
She looked around warily and kept looking over her shoulders to see if someone was coming up behind her. "Oh, no! Please don't kill me!" she deceivingly shouted, not surprised at how good it sounded. She was used to screaming in fear by now. It worked, she saw Frank making his way down the stairs and she closed the set of doors that rested in the middle of the hallway, separating the rest of the house from the door that led to the basement. Frank opened the door and Quana hit him in the stomach with the pipe. It knocked the breath out of him and he clutched his stomach for support. Quana wrapped the wire that had been in her hands around his neck and yanked it. "Where the fuck are the keys to those things on my boyfriend!? Huh!? WHERE!? Where you prick!?" she fumed and rammed her knee into his back. "On... on... on the... ironing board," he gasped and Quana put her lips up to his ear. "If you're lying... we won't be such good friends," she threatened him and jerked his arm backwards. It snapped and Quana twisted it around until Frank screamed. "It's your turn to scream now asshole!" she raved and shoved him down on the ground. She picked up the pipe and ran into the living room. She pushed over the ironing board and heard a jingle. She looked on the ground and found the key-chain. She grabbed it and gasped when she saw several sets of keys. "You bitches," she sighed, strolling back up to Frank who was pushing himself up. She pushed her foot down on his sore back and pushed down. "It hurts to get pushed on the ground doesn't it?" she seethed vengefully, pushing her foot down even harder. She walked past him and ran down the stairs. Michael looked up at her hopefully when she found the key to the first clamp and unlocked the one around his neck. She pulled the gag out of his mouth and his words flew out in an uncomprehensible slurry. "Is he dead!?" was the first question that she caught and she answered, "I don't know. The other one isn't but I don't think he's coming after us." She couldn't control the smile that formed as the key unlocked each clamp. Michael was freed after a minute or two and the first thing he did was examine his stomach. "Holy sh..." his exclamation was cut short when his girlfriend pushed him back down on the table and climbed onto it. She rested on top of him pulled his face up to hers. She kissed him and rubbed her hands against his bare back while he caressed her cheek. "We need to go," he said when she stopped and she nodded. "We have to get the others."
"How did you get out of here the first time?" Jessica asked Dean while he rammed his shoulder against the door. "They didn't lock the door because they didn't think I would get out of the chair," he half answered, explaining that they weren't about to get out. "Are you ever going to tell me the whole story?" Jessica asked Dean when he turned around. "No," he answered and walked over to Foxy who was sitting in the corner of the room. "This will never end will it," she whispered and Dean didn't know what to say. He looked at the chair in the middle of the room and felt like he was drowning. That day came rushing back into his mind and he started to think of his first time in this room. It was right after he had called Foxy and Jessica to tell them that if they didn't come to the Hewitt house that Ed would kill him.
Dean looked up at Ed in regret. What had he just done? It was bad enough that he was about to die, but now Foxy and Jessica? What was Ed going to do to them? "That worked out well. See, nothing to worry about. I'll be back once your friends get here," Ed said as he walked out of the room. The second the door was closed Dean started to hyperventilate and thrash around. "Son of a bitch! Let me go! You stupid motherfucker! Let me leave!" he screamed while he rubbed his skin raw against the wire tying his hands together. Dean fell forward a bit and felt the wire slide off his hands. "Yes," he cheered when he realized that he was almost free. He looked at his hand and gagged when he saw his missing pinky finger. "Holy shit," he pulled the wire around his ankles apart and stood up. A wave of dizziness came over him and he sat back down for a minute. There was just too much blood. He looked at his finger that was laying on the counter. He walked over to it and put it in his pocket, all the while gazing at the empty space where it should be. He opened the door in front of him and closed it quietly, listening intently to the conversation going on below him. He crept up to the balcony area of the staircase and looked over the railing. "The others are coming, they should be here soon." Ed's voice sent chills down Dean's spine. The young adult started to tiptoe down the stairs. When he reached the bottom he dodged into the kitchen. In the corner of the kitchen there was a space like a closet that had a window. Dean ran up to it and tried to open the window. He rested his knees on top of a few boxes and step blocks while he pushed the window up. It hadn't been opened in a while and dust sprinkled down into Dean's eyes when the window wasn't squeaking loudly. He pushed harder when he heard some heavy footsteps but accidentally knocked over a glass jar of cherries. It rolled off the box and shattered onto the wooden floor. "Dammit," he whispered and slid off of the high crates. A shadow fell across him and he slid behind one of the boxes. When he peered around the corner of the box he saw Leatherface examining the broken jar. Dean covered his mouth so he wouldn't gasp but the blood that covered his hands spilled into his mouth and he started to gag. Dean managed to keep quiet and eventually Leatherface walked away. Dean got back up and sat atop the crates to finish opening the window. He pushed it open and was about to climb out when his finger fell out of his pocket and went rolling into the kitchen. "No, no, no, no," he cried softly and jumped off the large box. He crawled towards the kitchen and chased after his finger even though he knew he was getting closer to the freak with the chainsaw. The footsteps got closer and Dean watched in anguish as a large black boot fell roughly down upon his severed finger, squishing it into oblivion. Dean felt his stomach turn upside down and fought the urge to puke all over the floor. Leatherface started to walk into the room! Dean pushed himself behind the door and felt the rustle of wind as Leatherface walked past the door. Dean crawled around the corner and went through the kitchen. Leatherface walked into the kitchen and passed by Dean unknowingly. The monster walked out of the house dragging something with him. Dean looked away as he saw Leatherface drag Chris' mutilated body out the door of the house. No one was around, Dean knew that this was his chance. He stood up and gazed around the corner of the kitchen door. The front door stood less than half of the hallway away. Dean stepped into the hallway and heard a gunshot. What he didn't know was that Foxy, Jessica, and Aubrey were outside trying to rescue him and had just fired a shot in the sky to bring Ed outside. It worked. Ed ran into the hallway and spotted Dean standing feet away from the door. "You!" he shouted and ran towards the large metal door. Dean took off running as Ed grabbed a shotgun. Dean was sent sprawling to the floor when Old Monty swung his cane out of nowhere at the teen's legs. Dean pushed himself up and ran out the door with Ed chasing him.
The rest of the story after that Foxy and Jessica knew but Dean still never told them what had gone on inside. "Someone's coming!" Dinasjae announced to the group and everyone tensed when the doorknob rattled and opened after a few seconds of keys being inserted into the knob. "Come on, we have to get out of here!" the words sounded out of place, they had all expected Frank's yelling but instead got the sweet voice of Quana. Without hesitation everyone stampeded out of the room and down the set of stairs. All but Michael and Quana ran out the front door of the macabre house. Shaquana had stopped and started to run back into the furnace with Michael following her in confusion. "Wait! What are you doing!?" he shouted down to her as she ran down the stairs. Quana stopped in front of Leatherface and then turned back around. "What was that all about?" Michael asked and Quana answered, "I was making sure he was still out." Her foot back up against something hard and she looked back at the bathtub with the body of a police officer in it. "Michael, are you ok? How's your stomach?" she asked as she gently traced the wound with her fingers. "I'm fine, I need a shirt though," he joked and Quana kissed his chest. "I like it when you don't have one on," she said while continuing to kiss him. Michael turned away and ascended the stairs. Quana was about to walk away when she heard a weird noise. She started to turn around... A HAND GRABBED ONTO QUANA'S LEG AND PULLED HER TO THE GROUND! Quana shrieked loudly as she fell into the bathtub and hands grabbed her. The large metal door had closed at the same time though and the colossal noise drowned out her cry for help. Where was Michael? Why did the door close? "Why are you doing this to me!" the cop who until now she had thought was dead screamed in her ear as he strangled her. He clamped his wet, slippery hands around her neck and choked her while he pushed her head repeatedly underwater. "Michael!" she screamed for help but after the first three dunks into the water she quit screaming so she could save her breath. Panic was taking over her senses and she had no idea what to do. Why was this crazy cop attacking her? What the hell was wrong with him? "Why did you kill my partner!?" he continued to shout unanswerable questions in her ear while he tried to take her life. "I don't know what you're talking about!" she screamed and rammed her elbow into his crotch. She clawed at the edge of the bathtub and flipped herself over the side as the crazy cop tried to pull her back in. "You crazy fucking lunatic!" she accused and started to walk towards the stairs when the cop got out of the tub and came after her. She started to run and made her ascent up the stairs. She reached the top and looked behind her only to see that he was gaining on her. Quana yanked at the latch to the door but it wouldn't open. "Michael! Michael let me in! He's trying to kill me!" she shouted and kicked the door. She turned around and screamed when the cops face was right in front of hers. He wasn't moving though. His eyes widened and his mouth opened as if he were trying to say something. Two large pairs of shoulders came into the clearing behind the cop's shoulders and Quana slowly started to figure out that what was happening or about to happen wasn't good. "Michael, if you don't let me the fuck out right now!" she screamed as a cracking and buzzing sound started to fill the room and a weird shape started to form at the edge of the male cop's stomach. THE CHAINSAW BURST OUT OF HIS STOMACH AND RIPPED INTO QUANA'S SHIRT! Quana yelled for help and rammed her back in the wall to try and get away from the chainsaw as it came closer and closer. "LET ME THE FUCK OUT!!!!" she yelled angrily and kicked the cop to knock him down the stairs. The impact knocked the cop into Leatherface and they both went tumbling down the stairs with the chainsaw still stuck in the cop's stomach. "Michael, help me!"
Michael hit the wall and fell down, pulling a small table holding a clock on it over on his way down. Frank stood over Michael's fallen body and pulled out a bowie knife. "You can't get past me and to that door in time. Just give up. Protecting her is taking up all your strength. Just forget about her so we can have a fun fight," he persuaded Michael who wasn't listening at all. "Quana, I'm com..." his shout was cut off as he was kicked in the stomach and pulled up to his feet, only to be thrown against the banister of the stairs.
"Let's go! Hurry up!" Foxy called back to the rest of the group that were lazily and unmotivatedly walking behind her. They didn't like that they had left Michael and Shaquana."We have to get to the cave as soon as possible," Foxy said and prepared herself to go back into the underground and into the vault area. They crossed the road and walked through what Foxy thought was the way to the mining operation/ abandoned military post. Five minutes later Foxy looked at her watch and then rolled her eyes. "It's almost three," she said loud enough for everyone to hear and then remembered something. "The SWAT team!" she exclaimed, grabbing Dean by the shoulders and shaking him. "The SWAT team was coming here at six remember? That's what Charlie said," she explained with so much profound happiness that everyone looked at her like she was crazy, except for Dean. "Yeah! That's what he said! Should we go back to the house then? What do we do? Do we hide and wait until six? Where do we go? Do we just wait on the road?" his intense amount of questions were all hard to answer and Foxy just shrugged weakly. "I don't know, you're the one who told all the rules," she brought up and he looked as if he wished she hadn't said anything about it. "So, I don't make the rules. All I do is play by them, and right now... there aren't any rules.
Michael slid his foot out and pushed it in-between the space in Frank's legs. He then swung it around and Frank fell to the floor. Michael stood up and ran to the metal door without even getting his much wanted revenge on the degenerate asshole. He opened up the metal door and Quana's fist slammed into his chest on accident, knocking the breath out of him. "Close that fucking door!" she screamed and slid it shut. She bolted it shut and heard Leatherface tugging on the handle. She turned around and received a smack in the face with the butt of a rifle. She fell to the floor right next to Michael and her eyes slid shut. The last thing she saw was Leatherface leaving the house with a tall bearded man wearing khaki shorts, a plaid shirt, and glasses.
Foxy broke out of the clearing and stared at the entrance to the mine... and the shed. "This dump, is where we were headed?" Summer asked and Foxy shook her head, paying more attention to Jessica's reaction to the shed. Jessica and Dean stared blankly at the shed for a moment and then looked away. "No, we're going into the mine, but...," Foxy was deep in thought. "Never mind, let's go into the cave."
"We're at the ladder," Jessica announced to the rest of the group. After about a half hour they had found the ladder that led to the computer room. It had been much harder to find their way through this time, since the lights were gone. They managed though, using the small amount of combined light that came from their cell-phones. "It's not broken anymore...?" Foxy's puzzled tone alerted Jessica and she too saw that the ladder that had once been broken was fixed. "Maybe that means that there are more guns down there," Foxy said hopefully and began her descent down the ladder. Once she reached the bottom she waited patiently and nervously for everyone else to come down. They walked up to the extremely narrow passage and began to hug their bodies against the wall and slide up to the large electronically controlled door. Once they reached it another surprise waited for them. The door was open a crack. Charisma peered around the corner of the door and into the brightly lit room. "We're clear," her voice was demurring even though her message was supposed to be a positive one. "No guns," Foxy sighed angrily and looked at one of the computer monitors in the room. "Dean...Dean... I think you should come over here," Jessica called her would-be brother in-law over as her eyes widened and she watched the disturbing video in front of her. "Dean, isn't that... isn't that your mom?" she coughed up, a product of the musty atmosphere and the troubling images displayed in front of her. Dean's face turned stark white and his knuckles clutched the edge of the table in a death grip. The bottom of the screen read "6:45 a.m., 3/12/03." Foxy gasped when she saw the screen and Jessica looked away for a minute. "This was filmed during the week my mom went missing. Before they found her. It's before they found her nailed to a cross in a basement." Summer, Charisma, Zaniqua, and Dinasjae had no clue what was going on but had all looked away from the monitors after the first image.
Dean's mom was lying down on a bed with tape covering her mouth. She squirmed and looked away when the door in the corner of the room opened. Some guy who wore a raincoat with the hood covering his face walked in and pulled her into a sitting position. He then ripped the tape from her mouth and she started to scream but there was no audio in the footage so no one knew what she was saying or what the unknown man was saying back. The image cut and and another one flicked onto the screen. It was Ed talking to Michael who was nailed to the wall. "What type of sick fucking joke is this!?" Dean screamed and kicked the wall. Dean caught something vital after the image cut and showed him mom nailed to a cross in the basement that she lived the last of her life in. Both people were his family members and they were both nailed to the wall. They were both videotaped. The man with the hood took it down but his back was still to the camera. Dean added it up in his head. "Videotaped, snuff movie, her, him, the... the director?" he questioned himself at the very moment that the unidentified man turned around and looked at the camera. Foxy and Jessica gasped at the same time, while Dean started to bellow in rage. The man that killed Dean's brother and mother were the same person. The director. Another cut in the footage flashed to a streaming video of the cave that they were in right now and then room they were in. One image on the left of the screen, the other on the right. The one on the left showed all of them standing in the room and watching the monitors. Dean turned around and saw the camera in the corner of the room, aimed right at them. The other image showed two men making their way towards the door electronic metal door. One was easily identified, Leatherface. The other walked right up to the camera and waved "hi" to the screen. The director. "He's alive," Dean whispered and looked over at the door that stood wide open. All the lights in the room shut off and the sound of the chainsaw starting up was only a few yards away.
Quana opened her eyes and found herself in the dining room of the Hewitt residence. The table was set and candles were lit. She looked and saw Michael was still unconscious, his head resting against the table and tied to a chair just like her. She looked to her right and saw JJ in one of the chairs too. His face was down on the table like Michael's but she saw his lips quiver. "JJ," she whispered and the boy looked up at her. "Oh my God! JJ!" she exclaimed and he weakly acknowledge her. She was starting to struggle against the ropes that tied her down when Luda May came in with a big pot. Frank followed with a bowl that he placed down in front of JJ and Quana. He walked around to Michael and pushed his head up, sliding the plate into place after. Luda May poured an unearthly looking type of dismembered human soup into each of the bowls. Michael's face fell onto the side of the bowl and his lips skimmed the surface of the soup. Frank grabbed the knocked out captive by the hair and yanked him back, "No eating before I say grace, asshole." "JJ are you ok? What did you do to him!? Why the fuck isn't he talking to me!?" she shouted at Luda May who pulled out an extra chair. "We have comp'ny comin' and you best behavin' good in my house," her southern accent made the teenage girl want to rip out her vocal cords one by one. "JJ, please, get up. I'm sorry about what I did. Get up and help Michael. Get us out of here. Please, just get up and kill those fuckers!" she begged and she was so glad that he was still alive. His eyes made it seem to her like he was begging her at the same time for something she couldn't understand. "Talk to me," she begged even more and Frank walked over to JJ, opening his mouth and smiling. "Don't you get it, this one isn't gonna be eating much for dinner," he hooted when he opened up JJ's mouth and revealed that JJ's tongue had been cut out. "Ugh," Quana gasped and felt herself curling her tongue away from Frank's sight. "Why!? Why are you doing this? What's wrong with you fucking freaks!?" she shouted and Luda May erupted like a spewing volcano. "Don't you dare talk about my family that way you sinful bitch!" was the first thing Quana heard in a spew of angry comments, while she fought against her bounds but couldn't get free. This whole night was just one problem to the next. "Now, let's eat. Grace will be said when everyone in the room can respect it," she directed her comment to Quana who was biting her tongue to keep from wasting her breath on screaming for help. "Thomas, come on in and help this girl eat her supper," Luda May called and the door behind Quana opened. She turned to look behind her and Leatherface walked past her, staring at Michael the whole way. His gaze fell upon her and he reached out to grab JJ's face. "Don't touch him you murderer! Get your hands away from him you dirty fucking animal!" she cried out and Frank pounded his fist against the table. "You skinny little bitch! Don't talk about my family in that tone," Leatherface had picked up what looked like a cross between the hedge clippers he used on Michael earlier and a pair of scissors. "Let him pay for his sins. Set him free child," Luda May said regretfully to her son, and shook her head. Leatherface slid the object against JJ's throat as he wiggled his head around in hopes to escape what was about to come. He looked to Quana for help and she looked at him for help at the same time. Leatherface pushed the two outside edges of the tool and it slit JJ's throat, causing blood to spew into his bowl and onto the table mat. His face fell onto the table and into a growing puddle of his own blood. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Quana wailed into the sky and raged against the chair that kept her in the hellhole that was the Hewitt farmhouse. "Take her downstairs!" Frank pointed at Quana and Leatherface walked over to her and started to pull her out of the chair. "No!! NO, NO!!!!!!! You fucking animal!!! You get the fuck away from me!!Get your grubby hands away from me! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU DIRTY FUCKING ANIMAL!!! NOOO!!! NO, NO, NO!!!! Let me go you stupid freak! Michael, no!!!! Michael, wake up!! SOMEBODY HELP!!! NO!!!!! HELP ME!!!!!!!" she continued to scream while he dragged her from the chair and pulled her by her hands across the floor. "JJ!!!! JJ, please!!! NOOO!!!!! MICHAEL!!!! Michael!! NO!! You fuckers!!! You dirty animal!!! Michael!" she pleaded for help and grabbed a steak knife off the table as she was dragged away. Leatherface flipped her over his shoulder and she looked down at his back and the door leading out of the house. He was taking her back into the basement. She jabbed the knife into the back of Leatherface's leg and he fell onto his knees, howling through his tight mask. She fell out of his grasp and rolled over his back, hitting the ground with a painful amount of force. She pushed herself up with her last ounces of strength and ran out the front door. Frank and Luda May followed and stopped in the open doorway, watching the escaping girl in anger and fear. "Oh no. She's gonna go out there and tell them all what we've done. She's going to bring even more police back here," Luda May fearfully stated and the sound of the chainsaw broke the sudden silence. Leatherface bursted out the front door and pushed past his two family members. Frank smiled and a wave of proudness came over him, "There comes a time when every boy becomes a man."
Michael opened his eyes and saw JJ's head lying in a dripping puddle of blood. Michael pulled his head up and started to wriggle out of his bounds. He was wondering where Quana was when Luda May came back into the room. Michael laid his head back down on the table and pretended to be knocked out. A minute later she left the room after taking the bowls of food back into the kitchen to reheat them. He got out of the chair and crept carefully out of the dining room, grabbing a hammer off the dresser in the hallway on his way. Once he was in the main hallway he started creeping up behind Frank as the man strolled onto the front porch. Frank stopped by the steps leading off the porch and Michael slammed the hammer into his spine. Frank fell down and yelped in pain when Michael slammed the door shut and dragged a long wooden bench in front of the door to keep Leatherface and Luda May inside for as long as possible. "You killed my best fucking friend!" he rioted and swung the hammer back down against Frank's legs. Bones broke and Michael who was fueled with vengeance and rage couldn't even hear the sounds of screaming and the chainsaw. "You attacked my fucking girlfriend! You killed my other friends! You tried to fuck with me!" he shouted and when Frank tried to push himself up he drove the hammer into the killer's elbow. "What are you in pain? Maybe we should take a vote to see if you live or die. All in favor of this worthless white trash dick dying say I. Hmm, let's see... I, MOTHERFUCKER!!!" he yelled furiously and pounded the hammer into Frank's lower back twice. A second later Michael heard Quana scream and the chainsaw's high pitched screech flooded his ears. Michael gripped the hammer tight and ran off the porch.
Chapter 15
Alone:
"AHHHH!!! HELP!!!!" Quana screamed and tried not to look behind her as she found herself running away from the deranged psychopath once again. And she was all alone, again. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no one to run with, nothing to do but die. Quana wished Michael was there. She felt terrible about leaving him with those freaks but right now she figured he was a lot better off than her. She knew that there had to be someone around this area and figured if she found the road and just followed it that sooner of later someone would have to come save her. If she could make it that far. The route she had taken this time was leading her in a new direction that she had never taken before. It was much easier to maneuver since it was so open but it also meant that there were no places to hide and the Leatherface didn't have any obstacles he needed to overcome that she didn't. Screaming and running was all she could do so she did it as well as she could. "No!!!! HELP!" she screeched and waved her arms around like a crazy person. She flailed around and dashed to the left to use her height to her advantage. She wasn't short, but Leatherface was tall and she was now running through a straight patch of trees that loomed over and cut off the light from above because the branches were so thick and close together. The trees were closing in all around her and she was starting to feel the fear overcome the adrenaline as it got gradually darker. "HELP!" she continued to plea for help at the top of her lungs all the while listening to the insane howling of Leatherface and his chainsaw behind her to gauge how close he was. She allowed herself one glance and couldn't help but scream when she saw the monster barreling down upon her. The chainsaw sputtered and smoked in the disappearing moonlight as Leatherface panted through his tight mask and tore apart the forest to finish of the girl. Quana sucked in all the air she could, in tired, desperate gasps. The ground had grown thick with weeds, wild branches, and continued to get darker until a moment later the trees started to separate again. Vines were tearing at her skin, but she reminded herself that the pain wasn't that bad so that she could keep going. Real pain was what Travis, Destiny, JJ, Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Garner, Mr. Walker, and all of them had suffered. These minor bruises and cuts were nothing compared to the demise of her friends. Quana looked behind her again and swore she saw Leatherface smile through his mask. A second later when she turned around, she saw why. She hit a thick branch and fell backwards onto her butt. She heard him flick the throttle as she got up and continued to run. Jesus Christ! Shaquana thought, when she just fell, she saw him coming at her, charging at her like a rhino soaked in JJ's blood and wearing some poor bastard's face. The fucker just wouldn't stop. He just kept on coming. Why won't he just die!? she thought and pushed onwards, seeing that the way was about to open up again. A strangely placed wire fence stood in front of her and she vaulted over it like a skilled hurdler. Leatherface came behind quickly but couldn't leap across so he threw his bulk into the fence and ripped it apart with his saw. The wires got wrapped around the blade and Quana started to run faster when she realized that this was her chance to gain some distance. "Ooh!!" she shouted as her shoe started to slip off and she almost tripped. She half stopped/ half hopped, and ripped off her shoe. She took off the other one and threw them both behind her. It hurt her feet a little to run against the ground with only her socks on but she didn't give a shit as long as it didn't slow her down. Quana looked behind her once again and saw that Leatherface was almost through the fence. She cheered herself on in her mind as she continued to gain more distance from the killer.
Hewitt walked past the fence and unwrapped the wire that was tangled in the sawblade. He saw his prey getting away and tried to catch up with her. He screamed, squealed, and sped up as he chased after the fearful youth. He was going to kill. Kill, kill, kill.
Quana saw it instantly, but she couldn't comprehend it until a second later when the chainsaw died down a little. The building was concealed withing a clump of tall oak and there were no lights or signs but she spotted it and ran for it. The old house was derelict and was definitely abandoned. The structure looked bigger once she opened the wrought-iron fence and jogged up to the front door of the one story home. She threw it open and walked into the dust filled house. None of the walls looked very sturdy, one strong wind could probably knock them down. A pile of rat shit sat in various corners of the room and the front room of the house was bare except for a few scraps of broken furniture, a lamp, and a couch that had been eaten away by various animals. The house was mostly dark except for a windows surrounding the house that provided minimal amounts of moonlight. There were a few holes in the ceiling and walls that also provided some moonlight. Many hallways and openings led to different parts of the house but Quana had no idea which one to take or what to do. The engine was cut off. No chainsaw, no motor, no smoke, no sparks, nothing. Quana stopped moving. The fence in front of the house opened and Quana turned around to the open doorway. She had hoped that if she just stayed quiet and hid that he would pass by the house, but she hadn't fooled him. All she had done was trapped herself inside the desolate household. She saw him charging up to the front door so she slammed it shut and wiped her eyes when the door rattled and spilled dust onto her face. He was almost at the door when she found that it had no lock. "Dammit!" she cried and looked at the couch to her left. She ran to the side and dragged it in front of the door right as the murderous bastard slammed his obese musculature into it. Quana plopped down into the sofa and pushed her body up against it to hold the killer back. Leatherface slammed into the door again and again, causing Quana's feet to slide against the ground and almost make her fall off the couch. She regained her position and pushed harder when she felt him stop and the sofa slid back a few inches as a result. Then the throttle flicked back on and the chainsaw made Quana's mind rush with ideas of how to escape her new prison. One diagonal line was carved into the door when Quana started to scream. "NOO!!! Noo!!!!!" she cried as another diagonal line was hacked into the door and a large "X" was made. Hewitt peered through the hole and made eye contact with Quana for a brief second before she took off running and he started to rip apart the door with his hands. He punched the chain bar forward through the center of the cross gash, forming a head shaped hole. He was now bleating in ecstasy and thrusting his bulky shoulders up against the door, as if to force his body through the jagged breach.
Running across the room, Quana could feel the house ensnaring her. She turned into a hallway and started to pull at some of the iron bars that closed up the boarded windows. She tried to pull them out of place but it was screwed in too tight. "Fuck!!!" she shouted and kicked the wall. Leatherface had broken a hole the size of a small child into the door and was now forcing his body through the hole and over the couch. Quana dashed to another door and soon found herself making her way through a maze of corridors and rooms with no clue how to get out. She opened a door to her right and ducked inside. The room was bare, except for an out of place crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There was a closet she could hide in but it was too small for her to stay in and Leatherface would probably check it right away. The unrelenting metal grinding of the chainsaw kept her going but also kept her in a constant state of panic and disarray. She exited the room and saw one more door that was all the way across the hallway. She kicked open the door and pieces of wood splintered as it was flung open and Quana dove inside. She shut the door behind her with a last glance of Leatherface rushing down the hallway to get to her. The room contained a dresser and a set of stairs that lead up to a trapdoor that led up to the roof. Quana started to ascend the stairs and she pushed open the hatch above her, screaming the whole time because Leatherface had entered the room. She was about to pull her body onto the roof when a soft clammy hand closed around her right angle. He had her. The dirty, sweaty hand wouldn't let go no matter how much she kicked and raged. He was shaking her leg around and pulling her down towards the sputtering chainsaw. She kicked Hewitt in the stomach and he let go. The sudden and unexpected release of momentum propelled her onto to the roof and she slammed the hatch door shut in the killer's face. Quana ran across the wet roof and suddenly noticed that it was raining. When did that happen? she thought, but couldn't think straight. It all just blurred into hours of pain and terror. She pushed onwards and slid off the roof and hit the ground with her palms outstretched to absorb the pain of the fall. She never should have stopped at the house. How could she have thought he wouldn't have found her. Shaquana took off again and didn't look back as she passed the iron gate and continued to go straight forward, as if she had never stopped at the house. Her legs threatened to collapse but she kept motivated and never stopped running or slowed down. She could no longer hear the chainsaw but she knew that it was only a matter of time before she saw Leatherface again, so she prayed that the sun would come up and she would find the road.
She looked down at her shirt and noticed that it was ripped open in the middle. She remembered when the crazy cop attacked her and Leatherface killed him right in front of her. Damn, I've seen a lot of people die today Quana thought and slowed her sprint to a fast paced jog. She had stopped shouting for help because now she thought maybe if she could stay invisible she could make it out. Quana ducked under a low branch and then came out into what would be a large clearing if it didn't have a warehouse and construction site lying flat in the middle. Quana's heart thudded against her chest and her eyes filled with tears of relief. She was saved! At first she walked up to it and then started to run at the thought of sane human beings that could help her. "HEY!!!!" she screamed, trying to get attention as she stared forward at the dimly lit warehouse and the somewhat in use construction area. Where the hell is everyone? Quana thought when she reached the warehouse and discovered that no one was around. The construction site lay behind the warehouse and she had to go through the large building to get to it. "HEY!!!!" she continued to yell, hoping that there were people working in the construction site but they were just occupied. She slid open a large metal door that resembled the one in the Hewitt house and enter the warehouse warily. She closed it behind her and was more than happy to be out of the rain. "IS ANYBODY THERE!?" she shouted, self-conscious about sounding like she was crazy but then not caring after comprehending that she would rather look crazy in frontof someone she would never see again than die. Silence and darkness answered her so she started to walk around the warehouse.
Dim lights hung down from the ceiling in various places and Quana tried to stick to them for comfort while she gazed around at the many half-assexcuses for offices that lined the wall to her left. One desk had a phone on it and she ran up to it and dialed 911. "This is the..." the phone started to beep and then the line went dead. "What?" she asked and came to the conclusion that the line had been cut. Where is he? she thought, knowing that he was responsible for the line going dead. She opened up the drawers of the wooden desk and searched for anything of value or use. The first drawer contained nothing and she moved on, searching the one below it. She pulled out a stun gun and pushed the little red button on the side. An electric crackle buzzed and even though she knew it wouldn't stop him and she didn't want to get close enough to him to use it, she slid it into her pocket. She turned was about to close the drawer when something glimmered and hurt her eyes. She looked down and found a set of keys. "Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? Nrooom," she started to sing a happily and slid the key into her pocket alongside the stun gun. She looked over to the left and saw a junction box. She walked over to it to turn on more lights and grabbed a flashlight that sat atop the fuse box. She opened it up and was about to turn on more lights when she heard the sliding metal door open. She looked out the window in the office and saw Leatherface walk inside the warehouse. Quana looked over at the fuse box and came up with a plan. She shut off all the lights and walked out the door of the office, throwing the flashlight as far away from her as possible to make her pursuer assume that she was over in that direction so she could run off in the other. She pulled out her cell phone to get some light and guided herself to the exit of the warehouse. She finally found a hallway and at the end of it there was a door that lead out into the construction site. Quana emerged out of the pitch-black warehouse and looked around for the Jeep she had the keys to or a hiding place to stay in until Leatherface passed. Quana saw the green Jeep Grand Cherokee and struggled to get to it before Leatherface came and found her. She was at the driver's side door and fumbling with the key when Leatherface opened the door and emerged into the construction site. Quana ducked down and rolled underneath the car, pulling out her cell phone and dialing 911. It wouldn't connect so she tried another number, all the while looking to the right and watching her stalkers feet intently.
Houston, Texas, 5:38 a.m.
"Quana, where the hell have you been!? Mom is so f'in worried 'bout yo' lil' ass!" Felicia Lee, Quana's younger sister berated loudly," pushing her boyfriend off of her. "Shh! He might hear you! Please be quiet! Thank God! Felicia go get mom right now!" Felicia heard her sister's frantic voice and sighed at the "get mom right now" part. "I'm at Tray's house," she admitted and waited to be yelled at for being at her older boyfriend's house. "Ok, Felicia, I need you to do exactly what I tell you. Call the police and tell them to go to Travis County Texas. There is a yellow school bus along road 350 or 360... fuck! It's not there anymore! Ok, Felicia call the police and... shit! Felicia call the police! No!! Stay away from me!!! HELP ME...PLEASE!!!!" Felicia dropped the phone at the sound of the shrill screaming coming from the receiver and quickly picked it up after a weird sound came out of it. It sounded like a chainsaw. "Quana!? Quana!? Hello!?" Felicia tried to get her older sister to come back but all she could hear was screaming and a chainsaw crashing into something. "Tray, call the police!"
Travis County, Texas, 5:40 a.m.
Leatherface had heard Quana curse on the phone conversation and was now trying to drag her from underneath the Jeep. Her stomach was cut into by rocks and weeds as she was pulled roughly from underneath the car. Her shirt that had a huge bloody hole in the middle had ripped a little bit more around the edges. Leatherface let go of Quana and zeroed in for the kill. Quana knew that this was her last breath. She couldn't win. She was finished. "NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screeched and threw her hand in the air to try and shield herself. The last image she would ever see was the chainsaw coming down towards her face. But when she closed her eyes, nothing happened. Her eyes may have been closed but what she heard urged her to open them. She looked up and saw an angel. Her boyfriend was looking down at her and trying to yank her upright by her arms. "Come on!!!" he shouted down at her and she helped him pull her up by being cooperative. Quana pulled the keys from her pocket and unlocked the front door, looking down at the ground and watching Leatherface get up and grab his weapon. Michael jumped into the passenger seat and locked his door even though he knew it wouldn't help. Quana slid the key into the ignition and turned it to fast that the engine faltered and died down. "Shit!!!" she screamed and tried again, once more going to fast causing the car to idle and then die. "Come on!!!" she begged as she saw Leatherface readying to ram the saw through the window of the Jeep. The car started and Quana pounded her foot against the gas pedal. The chainsaw missed it's mark and instead hit the back door of the retreating form. Quana didn't look back as she maneuvered the Jeep through the thick brush and rough gravel paths on her pursuit to find road. The Jeep hit the road with a hard jolt and Quana swung the steering wheel to the right to regain the balance. Michael could hear the chainsaw in the distance and so could Shaquana. "Thank you," Quana said to Michael and started to drive forward along the road. "Where do we go now?" he asked and Quana struggled to keep her eyes on the road and away from her boyfriend's face so that she wouldn't be distracted. "Anywhere. The police station would be a nice place to start. We have to get help for the others. If they're still...alive."
"What do we do!!!?" Charisma screamed as the lights started to flicker on and off to disorient the young adults. "The door! Go, go, go!!!" Foxy answered happily and ran for the exit door that led to another ladder which led to the exit of the cave. Jessica was the first to climb up the ladder with Dean and Foxy right behind her. Dean handed Jessica the baby once they reached the top of the ladder. Charisma felt a rush of air as Leatherface's large figure swept past her and pulled Summer to the ground. "Charisma!! Help!!!" Summer managed to scream at her best friend's retreating form. Charisma climbed up the ladder without looking back. Dinasjae came after Charisma and Zaniqua stood at the bottom of the ladder and watched despairingly as Leatherface pulled Summer across the ground and stuck her head in the doorway. The man accompanying him, that was known as the "Director" pushed a button on one of the computers and the door started to slide shut. "Hurry up!" Zaniqua screeched and pushed Dinasjae's butt up into the air to get her up the ladder faster. Then the director turned around and ran after the escaping teens. Zaniqua started to climb up the ladder and grew hesitant as it started to wobble on it's hinges. The director reached the ladder and saw that it was wobbling. He grabbed hold of it and started to yank it off it's hinges as Zaniqua ascended in fright. A nail fell down upon the director's shoe and the ladder started to swing from side to side. Zaniqua's foot hit one of the steps but slipped because the ladder kept moving. Zaniqua fell off the ladder and got the breath get knocked out of her as she collided with the rocky ground.
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