Can Love Stand the Test?

Thomas and Stretch

Stretch screamed as she ran down the hall. She grabbed a fire extinguisher and aimed the hose at Thomas. She pushed on the handle sending smoke flying into his face, blinding him. Thomas fell over as Stretch closed the sliding door, hiding in the sound room. She locked the door just as Thomas got up and tried opening it. Over her screaming and the buzz of the chainsaw, she could hear Chop Top yelling.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! He dented my plate! Ow, my brain is burning! 'Nam flashback! 'Nam flashback! Tommy, you bitch! Look what you did to my Sonny Bono wig! Oh, goddamn I can't believe it. You're gonna have to buy me a new plate cover! You're gonna have to buy me a new plate cover, Tommy! Dog will hunt. Get that bitch, Tommy! Get that bitch!"

Stretch continued screaming as Thomas tried to cut the door with the chainsaw.

"Go away!" she yelled.

Thomas continued trying to saw through the door to no success.

"Hurry up, Tommy!" Chop Top yelled. "Get that bitch!"

"Go away!" Stretch screamed again.

Thomas was getting impatient. He pressed the chainsaw harder against the door which only wore down the chainsaw. It grinded to a stop. Thomas yelled in frustration when he couldn't get it to start back up.

"They live on fear", Stretch murmured to herself. "They live on fear. They live on fear."

Thomas forgot about her as they heard another voice.

"What the shit?"

"Hey!" he heard Chop Top said. "Lick my plate, you dog dick!"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing in here, you crazy-looking son of a bitch? Get out of here!"

Thomas started up his chainsaw and ran back to the lobby to protect his cousin. He ran into a tall guy who was carrying two cups of coffee. The man fell onto the desk and then fell to the floor. Chop Top got up and started pounding the guy's skull in with a hammer.

"Time for incoming mail!" he yelled. "Go get that bitch, Tommy!"

Thomas ran back to the sliding door only to find it was still locked.

"Go away!" Stretch screamed. "Leave me alone!"

He started looking around seeing if there was any other way to get in. There weren't any other doors. Thomas lightly tapped the walls with his chainsaw. The walls were incredibly thin. He could still cut his way inside. He raised his chainsaw and cut through the walls finally getting inside the sound room. Stretch screamed as she fell on an open ice chest that was filled with ice and cans of soda. Thomas raised his chainsaw and brought it down on the ice just missing her legs. Soda and melted ice sprayed everywhere mostly getting Stretch wet.

"No! No!" she screamed. "Please stop it!"

Thomas stopped as he looked at her. He turned the chainsaw off and just looked at her.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked.

Thomas said nothing as he stared. He shook his chainsaw letting her know he wasn't mad. At least not at the moment.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" Stretch asked.

Thomas said nothing. He continued staring at her. Stretch was different from a lot of people. His mind wandered back to Mindy. Stretch was different from her too. Very different. For one, Mindy never wore clothes like Stretch.

"How good are you?" she asked. "Huh?"

Thomas licked his lips as he felt a strong urge. He and Mindy hadn't been alone together in a long time and he found a chance to ease his pain. Thomas lowered his chainsaw as he looked at Stretch's wet skin.

"How... good... are... you?" she asked breathing heavily.

Thomas looked at her as he gently ran the chainsaw up her bare wet leg. He liked it. Mindy never let him to it to her. Then again she never wore shorts like Stretch.

"Oh", she said trying to smile.

Thomas gently ran the chainsaw up her thigh with a dreamy look on his face.

"Really?" Stretch asked. "Are you really... really good?"

Soon enough, Thomas had the tip of his chainsaw pressed against her crotch.

"Really good", Stretch nearly whispered. "You're really good."

Her words made him feel good. Mindy never said anything like this to him before.

"You're the best", Stretch whispered.

Thomas whimpered as he tried to fight his urge. He couldn't do this. He had a wife and daughter at home. He couldn't betray them like this. Thomas yelled in frustration as he started up his chainsaw again. He went crazy and brought the chainsaw down on anything he could reach.

He pointed his chainsaw at Stretch. He was not good. Not the way she kept saying. He was good only for his family, nobody else. But for some reason, he couldn't find it in his heart to kill her. He didn't know why, only that he just couldn't do it. Thomas ran out of the room, leaving it destroyed. He ran to the lobby where Chop Top was waiting.

"Did you get her Tommy?" he asked. "Did you get that bitch?"

Thomas nodded and looked back down the hall hoping she would stay in the sound room.

"She was my fave", Chop Top said. "But she knew! Now, nobody knows!"

He turned to the desk finding a cowboy hat, which reminded him.

"Look what you did to my plate, you bitch!" he yelled showing the dent in the metal plate.

Thomas shook his head meaning he was sorry. Chop Top's mood changed as he smiled.

"But you got her?" he asked. "Did you get her good?"

Thomas nodded again. Chop Top pointed at the man who caught them earlier.

"I got one too! A bonus body! Look at that beef! Help me get it out of here."

Thomas grabbed one leg while Chop Top grabbed the other. Together they dragged him out of the radio station to their truck outside.

"Whoa!" Chop Top said nearly forgetting.

He ran back to the desk and grabbed the hat, putting it on to cover his plate.

"Giddy-up!" he laughed.