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Post by littleshadow on Apr 3, 2011 16:15:04 GMT -6
-WARNING: Contains explicive language and violence.-
Okay, before you turn your noses up at this thread, hear me out.
I love horror movies. Espically Texas Chainsaw Massacre. So I wrote a story. A fanfiction to be specific. I will give you a short preveiw and let you see if you like it.
Lets start:
Chapter 1: Broken Dreams and Blood Dust
[Bree's POV]
My brother Clay, and two friends of ours decided to go on a road trip. Amira and Kristin were all for it, but me, not so much. I just wanted to spend a peaceful summer at home with my family, but they wanted to go, so I went along with it. Not like it mattered much what I wanted to do.
Driving down the dusty Texas road, we stopped at a small gas station. just off route 65. I can't recall the name on the faded sign above the station, but I do recall the lady behind the counter. On the slightly plumper side, like myself and my own Momma, she smiled at me but frowned at my compainons. Turning to her I asked polietly, with my soft Virginian accent, "Ma'am, were is your restroom, my friend and I need to freshen up."
She smiled at me gently, "Just through the back, dear." A sweet Texan accent. Thoughtfully I murmurred my thank you and walked with Kristin to the bathroom. It was small, nothing but a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. Shrugging Kristin went first, and then I went in after her and did what I had to do.
A little later we were back on the road, dust blew up onto the hood of the car. My brother cursed as the dirt and sand clouded the view of the road, that was when I saw it. A large cow. Brown. Mabey two years old. But that didn't matter, I screamed, "Cow!", but it was too late. Had I seen it a momment sooner.
The car tossed into the air, the cow was disinigrated by the force of the impacted. Covering my face with my arms, I got a pretty good beating in that death trap. My heart was thumping in my ears so loud that I couldn't hear a thing but that sound. It was nearly silent, then I heard the crash and groan of the metal. Kristin was screaming and so was Clay. I didn't realize it, but I was too. When the car finally stopped, upside down, I breathed a small, momentary, sigh of relief. A splitting pain in my arm caused me to gasp. There was a four inch long gash. I must have been out of my mind, because that didn't scare me. Not as much as the fact that Clay was moaning about random shit and Kristin was whimpering about Amira being dead.
Wait. Did she say Amira was dead? She did, oh god, why did that have to happen. I let out a dry sob and scrambled from the car. Blood was splattered across the hood like red spray paint. Falling to my knees, blood loss making me dizzy. I felt cold, like stone. No. Ice.
The police car pulled up momments later. I must have looked like a child, because the cop kept on calling me 'little one'. Whimpering I spoke, "Help my brother and my friends. They are hurt worse than me."
He must have realized by my voice that I was older than I seemed. To anyone whom didn't know me I would have looked like any other fourteen year old on the street. Truth is I am twenty-one. Roughly he grabbed my by the roots of my hair. He spoke cruelly, "Shut up you little bitch. Your friends are as good as dead."
Screeching in pain as he pulled me to my feet, he shoved me, none too gently, into the back seat of his car. Then at gun point, forced my brother from the car. He screamed, "Don't shoot! Please!"
Kristin, wasn't so lucky. The Sheriff shot her as she tried to get out of the car. I closed my eyes and flinched. Oh Kristin, what had I gotten you into. My heart grew heavy, but having my brother in the car with me made me feel slightly safer, but not by much. Over the radio the Sheriff told a man to get over here and take care of the wreck.
He told us on the car ride to 'Momma's House' that his name was Hoyt. We were to call him Sheriff Hoyt. No talking. By the time we got to the house, my entire body felt like it was made from glass. Blood still dripped from my arm, but it had started to dry.
"Thomas! Get out here and take this bitch inside! Come on! Hurry it up you dumb bastard!"
I flinched at the cruel words, the man, Thomas, came out. He wore a leather mask over his face. Dirty and lanky black hair fell across his face, but his eyes, as he lifted me up, were sad. He didn't want to hurt me. He seemed so strong though, he lifted me like I was a feather, and I am telling you right now, I am not a feather light kinda person.
He had a huge muscular body, stronger than any man I had ever had the chance to meet. Once out of sight I rapped my arms around his neck and whimpered, "Please don't hurt me."
I didn't know how to react to this, but he just patted me on the back. Like a father would his child. Then it all went black.
That was chapter 1 of 7 plus an epilogue that I haven't put up yet. Go read the rest and my newest peice of work; High School Years.
www.fanfiction.net/movie/Texas_Chainsaw_Massacre/
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