ೃ⁀➷𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴(𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥)

Chapter 38-Texas

I waved to Brahms from the car window, I saw tears running down his face which made my heart hurt but it was better than his obsessive side. I had woken up only to have Brahms deliver the biggest breakfast that I had ever seen to my room on one of those old carts full of food. I had packed when we returned the night before meaning I was able to spent the last three hours with Brahms, making him smile the biggest smile I had ever seen.

When I started to leave he tried to hang off of me like a child with his mother on the first day of kindergarten. I had to promise that I would give him a goodbye kiss, remembering how he loved goodnight kisses from the film. That cheered him up right away as he even helped me carry my bags out the house. However I didn't expect him to actually kiss me.

I was standing on the front porch, ready to walk to the car which was a little down the way from the front door. I had turned to say bye and give him a kiss on the check when he completely shocked me. When I turned he placed one hand on my waist the other in my hair as I was dipped down and kissed swiftly. It was so swift that I had no time to react but as I was straightened out by him my shock shook away and a blush appeared on my cheeks. 

How many more killers would decide to kiss me? I didn't want to know but I did have to say that Brahms knew how to kiss but somehow still be gentlemen like as his lips were pressed to yours. I stumbled through goodbyes as I was still in a haze as we drove away to the airport to head to the complete opposite place than I was in the past weeks. Texas.

---Time Skip---

I waited in the sweltering heat of Texas for a taxi, I see a free one and wave it down. I tell the driver the address I had been given by my mother trough text and he luckily knew where it was. I sat in the back seat so that I may read the letter written by the next killer. Thomas Hewitt, aka Leatherface. I open up the letter, ripping it almost perfectly but of course that never happens. I look at the driver who was focusing on the road before opening the note.

Dear Miss Y/N

My family and I are very excited to have you over, mother is very excited to have another lady in the house. Father and her are already in love with you joining the family and bearing my children. Do not worry though, I shall not be that forward with you I was raised to respect women who deserve it and you definitely do. I promise to make your stay special, a true Hewitt/Sawyer stay.

Sincerely,

                Thomas Brown Hewitt

That was sweet and creepy. The family will be interesting especially if they all get together during my stay. I suppose it wouldn't be that bad but who knows what could happen with one killer but her you have a whole family who is close to said killer.

I sighed out and placed the letter away, looking out the window. The sight was nice, simple empty of people land. The fields seemed to go on forever with a barn or two or even horses every so often. The sun seemed to be lowering slightly as I looked at my watch stating that evening was beginning.

The car trip was long, about an hour before we got to the familiar land. The grass was quite tall, there was an old windmill a little ways behind the house. The house. where to begin with it, in front stood the old greyish truck and the Sheriff car that was in the movies used by Hoyt aka Charlie Jr. A tree was perfectly positioned so that it's branched covered the entrance enough for me not to see it and the house in general seemed old.

The driver stopped at the beginning of the driveway, at my request. I didn't want to be in charge of his murder and have him turn into a meal. That got me thinking, would they make me eat human meat, would I be killed here, would I be tortured and hung on meat hooks like many victims who were still alive? Would my skin become a mask?

I push the questions out of my head, deciding that if these were my last moments they should enjoy the fresh country air. The driver helped remove my bags from his truck and I waved as he turned off. I did that just to make sure he got away. I sighed and turned to face the house, taking a moment to collect myself before walking towards it.

I heard the wheels of my suitcase roll along the ground, hitting the loose rocks and gravel as it went. My feet moved by themselves since my head filled with fears. I felt afraid meeting the other killers but this was a family and who knows who was at the house at the moment. I could be taken down easily with no way to escape. Soon I am standing beside the old truck, a few feet from the door when suddenly a noise comes from the house.

I look to the door to see that it was swung open, a few seconds later came out the whole Sawyer and Hewitt family. They all stood out on the porch side my side, smiling their big smiles all except for the man of the hour Leatherface. 

"Welcome Y/N!" I simply waved and they responded by laughing and splitting up, making an open path that showed the door. It opened once more and there he stood, mask, suit and all Thomas.