The Hewitts: Texas chainsaw massacre

Meeting Thomas

As he pulled up to the house he could see his uncle standing there waiting for him.
He walked up to the truck as he got out. His uncle put his hands on his hips as he met him.

"Well, now. Look what the boy brought in."

He turned back to look at the older woman who stood in the archway of the door. She said nothing and turned to look at her nephew.

"Thomas. What did you do ?"

Tomas looked at her then back at the truck. Even though Luda couldn't see what was inside. Hoyt crossed his arms and motioned to the truck.

"Well. Are you gonna get her or what ?"

Thomas nodded and went over to the passenger side of the truck. He stared at her as he opened the door. He wrapped his one arm around her back and the other one under her legs, carefully picking her up bridal style.

He kicked the door shut and turned back to them. Luda brought a hand up to her mouth in concern. Hoyt smirked as he turned to face Thomas.

"You said thia wasn't gonna happen again, Charlie!"

"Oh hush. It's only one girl, who's gonna miss her anyway?"

"That's not the point..."

Hoyt looked at her then up to Thomas. He could see a strange look in Thomas's eyes.

"Boy, take her to the basement. We'll see what to do with her."

Thomas nodded before heading up to the porch. Luda carefully backed away as Thomas passed her. Tomas carried her to the basement and laid her down on the wooden table in the center of his room.

He looked at his arm to see it covered in fresh blood. He then remembered he had took the end of his saw through the back of her leg.

He started digging around his desk to find something to close up her leg. He soon found some twine and a large needle. He threaded them as he turned back to the table she laid on.

He started working on her until he was interrupted by Hoyt clearing his troat . He was standing on the steps with his arms crossed.

"Get up here, boy."

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You woke up, head pounding. Slowly you propped yourself up with one arm as the other clutched your head. As you came back to reality you started to panic, realizing what had happend.

You sat up and tried to swing your legs over the edge of the table. You winced at the pain that shot through your leg. Looking down at it you saw the gash in your leg had been sewed up.

With one large swing your leg fell off the table making you gasp at the pain as the weight of your leg pulled at the stiches.

You looked around to see a lot of tools and a few work benches. The place was pretty much dark except for a few lights that hung from the ceiling. The place smelled of dirt and blood.

Above you, you could hear two people arguing. A woman and a man. What they were fighting about you couldn't make out but at one point the both went silent. It was then when you heard heavy footsteps crossing the floor.

As they came closer to you the other people started arguing again. Fear started to build as the footsteps neared the staircase across the room. You quickly looked for a place to hide.

You hopped of the table, looking around. You saw a large workbench at the corner of the room. Hobbling over to it you moved the crates that blocked the entrance to underneath it.

Your heart stopped as you heard the basement door open. You shoved the crates out of your way quickly, scrambling to get underneath it. You moved the crates back as you crawled away to the back corner.

The footsteps continued down the stairs until they stopped abruptly. Whoever it was made a small noise. Then the person crossed the room fast. You jumped as you heard an agitated grunt as the person hit the table you had been on.

They suddenly started tearing apart the room in a fit to find you. You could hear things being thrown and crashing on the basement floor. With every item that fell your fear grew. You had to cover your mouth to stop your scared sobs. Hot tears ran down your face as the person got closer.

Suddenly the crates in front of you were ripped away. Your screeched and quickly crawled back until you hit the wall behind you. The man froze as he saw you. You could hear his heavy breathing as his eyes burned into you. You didn't look at him though.

You sat there with your arms covering your head. Shaking and sobbing, you spat out quick, broken up sentences. The man sat there watching you trying to figure out what to do next.

You slowly looked up at him after a while passed without anything happening. The man sat there on one knee peering at you. He slowly reached out his hand, trying to touch you. You squeaked and tried to get away from him.

"LEAVE ME ALONE"

He grunted and grabbed your arm, pulling you out. You screamed and tried to push him away but he was much stronger than you. As he pulled you out he sat down trying to pull you closer to him.

You still screamed trying to get put his grasp. He then yanked you out and stopped. He had stopped pulling you but he hadn't let go of you. You sat there shaking.
Now that both of you were in the light you could see him better.

He had long curly dark hair that reached his shoulders. He had lighter eyes that looked to be blue. His lower face was covered up by some muzzle looking thing that covered all but his mouth. He wore a green work shirt and a tie. A bloody apron hung off his neck and he had on dark pants.

He sat there on the ground in front of you. He didn't say or do anything. He just sat there looking at you. He slowly let go of your arm. Frankly you were too scared to move anyway so he didn't really have to hold you anyway.

He reached out and touched the side of your face. You whimpered and flinched at his touch. He tilted his head as he looked at you. There was something interesting about you to him. Something different...

It was when he leaned closer to you when someone called his name from upstairs.