Disclaimer: Do not own Wrong Turn
Warnings for murder, maiming, inbreeding, cannibalism and deaths of children
Be aware, I just watched the first Wrong Turn movie, I have no knowledge of any of the other Wrong Turn movies.
I only know that One-Eye is also known as "Tudor," because I looked it up.
I didn't even know her name
He was given the name "Tudor" at birth. His brothers were Andrei and Andu.
The land they grew up in, it was vast, and spacious, where they could kill and eat to their hearts' content.
It was for fun, for the most part.
Their papa and mama had taught them well, and fed them well.
When their cousins and other family started to die out….well, Tudor and his brothers did what they could.
Any that encroached on their territory, they killed and ate.
Tudor would not deny that he enjoyed it, as well.
Tudor became to be known as "One-Eye," as one of his eyes was closed all the time.
That was alright. He fought fine with only one.
It was one day, during the hot season, that everything changed.
Outsiders came, as they always did, and Tudor and his brothers laid out some barbed wire, to take out some tires and trap their prey.
It led to them killing at least two people, one man, one woman, and bringing their prey to their home, cutting them up.
After they were done and began to sleep, something woke up one of Tudor's brothers, Andu, who alerted Tudor and their other brother, Andrei.
There were intruders in their home!
The three of them armed up and chased after the intruders.
They followed their prey to the field where Tudor and his brothers had condemned the cars of many of their prey to.
One of the prey ran out-a man, yelling for the attention of the brothers.
Attention the brothers were happy to give.
Andu shot the man in the leg, and Tudor howled with joy.
While they closed in on the man, another man ran out into the forest, calling their attention.
That was when it became clear, that there were more than just two people in the group.
The truck that they so recently took, was taken by the remaining three people in the group.
Eventually, the brothers tracked down the second man that had run to the woods.
Andu killed the man with his arrows, and they dragged the man away.
Later on that night, the three brothers searched for their prey.
And the search led them to the watchtower in the woods.
Their prey had taken refuge there.
After setting the watchtower aflame, the three people leapt from the watchtower, to the trees.
No matter, Andrei-Three Fingers, trailed after them easily, and killed one of them, a woman.
But there were two left.
One of them, another woman, screamed for them to come after her. Andrei climbed up after her, but it ended with him being hit in the head and it send him flying down from the branches, onto the ground.
For the time being, the other woman and another man, got away.
The next morning, Tudor and his brother, Andu-Saw-Tooth, came after the man and woman.
Tudor gave his older brother his axe, and allowed Andu to throw the axe at them.
He then circled around and lunged for the woman.
He grabbed her and dragged her away, kicking and screaming.
Throughout his time, dragging the woman away, he was startled at her strength. She was scared, of course, but she fought with everything she was.
He held her tightly, looking at her with his one eye.
She was beautiful, as well. But that wasn't why he felt his heart beat faster with her in his grasp.
She was strong, she was a survivor, she was determined.
For the first time, out of all his prey, he felt the urge to spare this one.
Bringing her back to the house, where he and his brother tied her to the bed, Tudor knew that his brother intended to kill her, slice her up and eat her like all the others.
Tudor wouldn't have it.
He roved over to where the woman was struggling and screaming behind her gag. She was pleading with Tudor, he could tell that much. He placed his large hand on her forehead, wanting to comfort her.
He vaguely made out the words that she was trying to say to him.
"Please," "yeah?" "Help me." No different most of what the other prey had said, whenever Tudor and his brothers went on their hunting spree.
Tudor knew he and his brothers had killed this woman's friends. Tudor had never thought that any of what he and his brothers had done, was wrong.
For the first time in his life, Tudor wished he had not been so rash and hadn't killed the people he killed.
Specifically, this woman's friends.
For the first time, Tudor felt his murderous instincts waver.
Why? Tudor had seen hundreds and hundreds of people that he had killed-men and women, and yes, children, too.
Why was seeing this woman giving him pause?
He didn't even know her name.
He found himself being put out that he didn't know her name.
He stroked her forehead, wanting to comfort her, but even at his smartest, which Tudor could admit, wasn't that much, he knew he would never be able to make what he did to her friends, alright.
He heard the footsteps of his older brother, Andu, approaching.
He turned on Saw-Tooth, and growled out the native language he had grown up, telling his brother, "No!"
Saw-Tooth paused, and glowered at his younger brother.
Tudor had never had much authority in his relationship with his brothers. He was the youngest. Andrei was the oldest.
But this, Tudor would not bend for.
He stood up and held his knife tightly.
He would defend this woman, even if it was against his own blood.
Saw-Tooth must have seen something that he didn't like on his younger brother's face, because he grunted, then turned away, going to cutting up the newest body, the body of the woman that Andrei had killed in the trees.
Tudor heard the woman's muffled cries and desperate sobs.
He didn't like that his brother was making her more upset.
He turned back to the woman and kneeled down.
If he cut her loose, would she stay with him?
Tudor had always been less than intelligent.
The rest of his family, before they had died out, had always told him so.
He loved his family. But they made it clear how of…..low wit he was.
The outsiders of their family, most likely thought of themselves as better than their family and those that lived within these trails, but Tudor had always been told by his family that he had "such a dumb brain," that they weren't sure he had one.
Even knowing that his family said that, Tudor knew that even if he cut this woman loose and saved her from his brothers, she would never stay with him, no matter how much he might try to prove that he could provide for her, the way his father had provided for his mother.
Tudor's family had been somehow even less well-off than most poor people, but it didn't change that Tudor's father always hunted for his mother and brought food back for her.
He could do the same for this woman.
But he knew it wouldn't change a thing for her.
He moved back from her and kept his eye on his brother, as he went to the door of the cabin, hearing the sound of a car coming.
If Andrei was here, Tudor was going to make sure that he didn't hurt this woman. He had to.
Even if this woman never accepted Tudor, he knew he had to get her out of here.
It was a truck, and it ended up crashing through the living room.
Tudor snarled as he was struck down and went under the truck, pinned beneath it.
Tudor blacked out for several seconds.
But when he came to, he smelled fire. He heard commotion and looked out from under the truck, to see the woman that he wanted so desperately to save, and the man with her, who Tudor was beginning to despise.
Because the man was an outsider too, the woman wanted him?
Tudor reached out and grabbed the woman's leg. He didn't want to scare her, he just wanted to touch her.
But the woman screamed, and the man helped her pull her leg away from Tudor.
Both the man and the woman moved away from the house as it began to be consumed by flames.
Tudor dragged himself out from under the pickup truck.
If he could just get to the woman…
He knew that she wouldn't accept him.
He just wanted to know her name.
A shot fired out, and hit the gas tanks, and the rest of the house was overtaken at last by flames.
The last thing that Tudor thought, a sadness he hadn't known since his mother's death, entered his heart, before he died-(I didn't even know her name.)