bleu im sick. Also I'm so sorry this took a while. Got any questions? Don't be afraid to ask!
Running as fast as they could to get home, Malachi and the other Gatlin children worried about the family back home and wondered if those creatures they saw were after them.
Malachi kept looking over his shoulder every so often while running. There was no doubt that those things could be following them, possibly willing to attack. They all continued to run to the Texas home and warn what was coming.
Malachi stopped in front of the main house, ordering the others to head back to their housing to alert the others, "I'll go tell the family. Make sure you all scout out the area and kill them on site." Malachi ordered them.
Walking in the foyer of the house Malachi saw Leatherface sitting on the staircase sharpening his butcher knives. He could still remember the first time he saw him and couldn't stop shaking. However after a while he learned of Leatherface's child like demeanor due to his mentality issues.
Panting, Malachi didn't want to give Leatherface the startling news. He knew he would freak out so he asked him, taking a deep breath, "..uhh? H-hey bud? " Leatherface lifted his head in response and stopped sharpening
"W- where is mama and the rest of the grown folks?" He didn't speak much and only pointed to the kitchen where Luda Mae was. Shaking still, but trying to calm down, Malachi said a thank you and made his way briskly.
"Luda Mae?" Malachi called out before entering the kitchen and seeing the old woman wearing cat glasses and an apron in front of a boiling pot of stew.
"What is it boy?" Luda mae spoke in a slightly gruff but soft accent.
Malachi step next to her, sweating, "I- I need to talk to you - about the kids we seen't. I don't know if you'll believe me."
Raising a brow she asked, "Whattya talking about kid? Are there too many to handle?"
"Well...I dont know," he responded, "Th-they're... I-I-I cant explain." He began to panicked again remembering the way their shadows morphed by the campfires. They may be already on the property.
Luda mae began to get slightly tense at Malachi's behavior, it wasn't like him to get spooked easily. She knows him out of all the other children. He was the most fearless one, and for him to be shades paler made her uneasy. "Okay, okay boy, go slow and tell me what happened?"
Putting a reassuring hand on Malachi shoulder, he took deep breaths and began to account what had happened. She listened as if it was a joke but couldn't laugh over the horror that was on Malachi's face.
"Well, I can't have any reason right now for this, but if what you're saying is true, then they're on their way right now?" Luda mae said.
Malachi nodded, "Mama, I don't wanna scare you but they might be around the property already. " He paused. "Where's Hoyt and the others? "
"He's with Henrietta outback in the trailer, we're expecting company from some of the extended family...Malachi?"
He lifted his head to see withered blue eyes that lived through pain of losing things time and time again, so it was natural for her to fear the worst.
"Yes mama?"
Gripping his arm and the sleeve of his shirt Luda Mae's tone got stern
"Get my boy and get Hoyt. Do what you gotta. I'll be here with my brother waiting for the family to arrive."
Looking around the damp cellar, Qiana head was swimming from the stench that perforated the air. Rusty meat hooks hanged from the ceiling, table slabs drenched in old blood, and tools hanged from the walls along with mold. Finally her eyes fell on Germs unconscious body at her feet.
"Germs! Wake up!" She hushed, slapping the side of his face. "Get up now! Please!"
Moaning, Germs began to slowly wake up and open his eyes, "Ohhh my head, my head. It's bumping Qiana, I think I might've split it open. Shit can you check?"
Gulping, Qiana tenderly touched the back of Germ's head, finding a open gash spilling blood out. It wasn't bigger than three inches. But posed a threat.
"Oh jeez," she shakenly said, "Lemme bandage it up." Standing up she ripped the hem of her long dark blue skirt and more to cover around germs head. "I may have to cover one of your eyes..."
"That's fine" he replied. "This is bad huh?"
Y-yeah" she responded, "You may not change in time to escape with me."
Finishing up, Germs and Qiana held each other. The celler had not even a small window opening and the door had already been locked. There was no way out.
"You think your God is real?" Germs spoke meekly while still clinging to Qiana.
"M-maybe..." She responded on the verge of sobbing. She felt that this was it.
Bringing her closer to him, and onto to his lap, Germs felt his head spinning again. If he wasn't gonna get killed by lunitics, the wound on the back of his head might be the end of him.
"I hope He is as merciful as you say He is."
Sniffing the air, around the bend an old house could be seen along with another not too far from it. The orangish lights glowed into the night out of almost every room of the house. Green ferral eyes watched it still as more green and gold eyes came to see it as well. An owl hovered the surrounding area in survallience and perched onto the roof of the mansion.
The shifters sent for the abducted had arrived. Smelling the scent spot on, they knew Qiana and Germs were in the big house, how to get them out stealthy enough was another task. When just then, down the road from the house, car headlights were seen. First one, then two, then four.
The larger black panther in the pact growled, it was clear that the rescue had to get more messy than planned.
After ordering the rest of shifters to go home and not to follow, Caz felt the sting of guilt after not watching his friends. While Jordon drove along the valleys for a sign to help them with.
"Hey look!" Jordon pointed out the gas station.
"Let's stop and see if we can find anything." Caz said.
Hopping out the car, both teens looked around and in the back found a barbeque pit that had recently burned out. The doors were locked and so was a garage.
Seems like nobody's been inside that place in a while, but had time to be cooking." Caz commented. "I can smell them but-"
"Caz!" Jordon ran up to him, "Look what I found, at least bugboy was here."
In his hand he held out a small corkscrew bottle that contained one of many Germs taxidermy junebugs.
Caz picked up the bottle. "They're out there somewhere, we gotta keep looking."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
It had been almost an hour since they were thrown in the cellar and Qiana wondered if germs was still trying to hang on. He cracked out a small yes from a dry throat and his already high temperature was stagnant causing him to sweat profusely. Qiana looked over heard of the ceiling hearing nonstop footsteps above either in the hallways, kitchen, or someplace else she didnt know.
There was a long silence the both shifters shared with Qiana noticing Germs fluttering his eyes and going in and out of consiousness. And while there was no where to go from the cellar except where they were thrown into, she wished there was a way to get out without leaving her friend germs behind.
Outside the cellar door, the orange haired, quick tempered teen of 18 held a knife by his hip. He was given orders to get any information out the two about the campsite and to see which one would give most sport to kill for the family in the dining room. The house was getting filled with Sawyers, Slaughters, and Hewits alike for an annual family dinner. And with an abundance of meat running around itd be no problem to catch them at all.
Malachi opened the cellar door.