Ghostface vs Leatherface

The Escape

What was this guy? Part bloodhound? He didn't have time to dwell on this as the behemoth turned to face the doorway, a bloodied apron coming into view he hadn't previously noticed in his run for his life. He also saw that he wasn't disfigured, but he was wearing some kind of weird leathery mask. Thudding footsteps came into the room as the big man entered to the center of the bedroom, looking in the far corners just enough for him to slip around the door and exit the room. He made it to the stairs and was halfway down the flight when the fates decided he got off to easy. One creaky step was all it took to alert the killer upstairs. His chainsaw revved up and he came thundering towards the stairs.

He leapt the last few steps before he stooped to grab his bag and make his way towards the open front door. The other man was already at the last step as he took a mighty swing with the chainsaw and clipped his left arm, fabric and skin and muscle sputtered away into the musty darkness. Even with a glancing flesh wound, this was enough to spin him around, the big man advancing on him, ready to swing his chainsaw again. But this time, he was on the offensive too. He drew his combat knife, flecks of blood still on it from his earlier victim as he lunged forward, quick as a flash, driving the knife into the belly of the chainsaw killer, both of them stumbling to the floor. The chainsaw fell to the side, still idling as the big man strained to pull the knife out, which had become wedged into his ribs.

Now was his chance, he grabbed the chainsaw and stood over the big man, holding the chainsaw high. The large man stopped struggling with the knife long enough to look up at him through the eye holes of his strange mask, his misshapen, peg-like teeth shining in the light, exposed in what was...was that a smile? No sooner had that thought crossed his mind when he felt, for the second time that night, a blinding pain in his skull, his vision blinding white, before fading to black.

Darkness, total darkness. No sense of anything, of anywhere. No, he could hear something. A low, grunty murmur, almost words, but not quite. Not until..."Si...ssy". He froze inside. What did he say?

He tried to move, but couldn't. He found that it wasn't that because his body wouldn't cooperate, it's because he was tied down. A foul-tasting bit of cloth had been shoved in his mouth to the back of his throat, preventing him from making a sound. He opened his eyes with all of the willpower he could muster, and found he was in what looked like a kitchen. A dingy light glowed over a feculent sink, but it was sufficient for him to take in the room. The big man was in the corner of the room, hunched over something...or someone. The man moved to the side a little, and his insides flipped upside down.

"Si...ssy," the man grunted again with concern as he gently used a wet rag to dab at Sissy's exposed, bleeding side as she held her shirt up so he could clean it. Sissy was alive.

He could hardly believe what was happening when she looked over and saw him looking at them. "Looks like you met my little brother," she said with a wry, sinister smile. She leaned her head against his for a moment, giving him a pat on the shoulder to indicate she was ok for the moment. She got up gingerly and walked towards him, little brother standing by the wall, watching her get close to their restrained guest.

Sissy held up a large cross-peen hammer, still glistening with his blood from when she hit him in the head. "Now, I'm not much of a hammer gal, myself. I prefer fun stuff like poison. But you can't deny..." She twirled it in her small but strong hands before handing it back to her little brother, "it sure can get the job done."

"Oh and speaking of getting the job done..." she lifted up the side of her shirt again to show off the still oozing stab wounds in her side that he had given her. "Seems like you aren't so good at that." She looked over at her little brother, who was shifting his weight, agitated at the sight of his sister having been harmed. She nodded at him, and he licked his ground-down teeth and ripped the pullcord, the chainsaw cranked to life with renewed fury. "My little brother on the other hand...Bubba always gets the job done with his work." She stepped back as Bubbas stepped forward, slowly bringing the chainsaw overhead, the saw's teeth flying up to speed as Sissy shrieked "Looks like we're having chili tonight!" The chainsaw sliced down into the body the would-be killer. His mouth open wide in a scream no one heard, his face a ghostly pale color as his blood painted the inside of the kitchen, his limbs falling to the side one by one.