Thomas Hewitt Collection

First Words Soulmate AU

Here you are, in the basement, cowering away in the corner as you watch all three of your friends dangle from the meat hooks above you.

The older man in the Sheriffs hat seemed to leave you all alone in the cellar but, by the time you had woken up, two of your friends where already on the hook above you and Martin. Poor guy, practically shaking out of his clothes.

You could remember the four of you making your way across the country for a concert in California from Georgia, so the trip was going to take a day or two, depending on if you made it there alive. Alex was never a very good driver but yeah okay, give him the keys to the truck and just go with it.

All the while, stories and memories of you all being children came up to keep you company on the seemingly endless desert highways of Texas, but the dumbest one in your opinion, were the soulmate ones.

On each of your wrists, and everyone else's in the worlds, was a word or phrase that your supposed "soulmate" said. It was said that if you had nothing on your wrist then someone else had your phrase, but if you had the phrase, then your "soulmate" didn't. Just a bunch of bullshit in your opinion, but your friends said otherwise.

"Hey, that's how I met Johnny back in middle school. I had a god awful pickup line on my wrist and guess what Johnny first said to me when I met him?" Erin said.

"The god awful pickup line... yeah yeah I've heard this story I don't know. Only fourteen damn times Erin!"

You rolled your eyes at the thought of this, yet you've seen people with words written across their forearm. Partially because you were nearing twenty-five and still didn't find anyone who had 'your' words.

"Come on, you have the dumbest sense of humor here. Give it a good laugh," Alex exclaimed. He was just recently talking to a girl who was apparently "his."

Yours probably wouldn't come anytime soon.

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Thomas could read, he wasn't completely illiterate, but only in smaller fragments at a time. Luda Mae had always told Tommy about the day he'd find that someone, but was very disappointed in the chosen wording that his 'soulmate' would tell him. So she kept him away, of course.

But Tommy couldn't help but wonder what it was all about, yet he pushed it to the back of his mind, not needing anyone in his life but his chainsaw down south.

Over and over again, sometimes he would read the words splayed on his arm:

"Not sound.... kin.... kin..kee... please don't eat...me..."

Hoyt laughed at the 'kinkee' word, but Luda Mae shook her head in disgust. It was best if he just didn't ask, which he didn't. But he hadn't payed attention to the words on his wrist for a few years now.

He had you and a few others in the cellar to worry about.

Those words wouldn't think about having a meaning today, would they?

Thomas was in the cellar before the question could even slip into anyone's mind. Martin was unfortunate enough to be in sight of Thomas, despite your pleads for him to just sit back down with you.

It was only a matter of mere seconds before Thomas was barging into the cellar and threw Martin onto a hook. You couldn't help the startled scream that passed past your mouth guarded by your hand.

So you'd hope he wouldn't notice, huh? The mask covered his lower face, not his ears, hon.

The rush of adrenaline pushed your legs up and made you stand up, Thomas on the other side of the meat slicer. You both made eyes contact immediately, honestly scaring Thomas just a bit. He wasn't aware someone else was in the cellar. Then again Hoyt was in a rush to get back to his playboy magazines and didn't give him a count of how many he had thrown down there.

Running didn't help you too much either. Thomas was by the door, so either was you ran, he would surely grasp your arm and most likely tear it right off. But, you ran anyway. It wasn't you, but the sheer terror just telling you to either fight or get the fuck out of there.

You figured fighting wouldn't do anything, so you ran to his left. And who would have guessed, the caught you by the arm the moment you rushed past him. It hurt like hell, but his hand was big enough to clamp around your whole upper arm, letting out a quite shriek.

You were going to die, might as well make the best of it.

"Not to be kinky, but please don't eat....me...." You gave a small, side of the mouth, awkward grin in hopes he just might listen to you.

You saw the words on his arm as he stared at you wide eyed. Kin kee. The right word. just said differently. Kink...i? No, Kink...y. Kinky. Like King Kee.

You could tell by his eyes that the rest of his face would have been staring back at you in dismay as well. Those bright, blue eyes of his. He stared at the words on his arms for a moment more and then back to you.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me."