Texas Chainsaw 2 Chop Top Novels & Stories

“He came by here yesterday. Said he pinched it. It’s in his storage unit.” “Fuckin’ Curtis,” said Fernández, shaking his head. “Yeah. Take it. It’s hot, though.” “I already put Texas tags on it.” The chopper passed over the storage facility, slowing its forward momentum. “We have to move. The chopper is here,” said the Golem. Fernández and Charley made their way toward the Chevy Impala parked next to the office when Charley turned back to Roo’s cousin. “Timmy!” “Tyrone!”

Was the fucking thing grinning at him? He whipped out his chopper, an eight-inch Afrikaner Bowie his uncle brought back from the Boer War, and drove it into the thing’s temple. Or tried to. True to his prediction, the creature blocked the knife-wielding arm with its left forearm, stepped inside his guard and delivered a teeth-rattling uppercut that lifted Quincy off his feet.

He did not stop until both creatures were down and thrashing. Kael crossed the room in three long strides and grabbed the two infected that had been on top of Tom. He pulled them off with ease, throwing one against the wall and pinning the other to the ground with his boot on its chest. Vex knelt beside me. His hands moved quickly, finding the knots and clasps that held the chains in place. He started removing them, and I winced in pain as the metal pulled away from my burned skin. The wolfsbane had done its damage, but the relief of being free from those chains was almost overwhelming.

I say as I walk toward Xaver and Enrico. Tears begin to moisten their faces as I make my way toward them. I walk behind them toward my wall of weapons. I put the knife aside, needing something more effective for this moment. My eyes scan over the various options, landing on one in particular. A custom-designed whip with metal shards on the end. Creating multiple lacerations in one single hit. My mouth salivating from the choice, I pick it up and walk back to the men in the chairs.

Effect: Attack +1 Durability: 100/120 === With unshed tears in his eyes, Zen trudged back to the designated wood chopping area. The durability was slightly higher than those dull daggers. However, this was made from wood. How ridiculous was it to chop wood using wood? It was the same as asking a bovine to eat beef.

The rattle again, but faster, tighter, climbing, and it takes me a second to place it. Teeth. It sounds like teeth chattering. It's afraid. All of them are. Every dead thing stitched into that frame heard a boy scream and remembered making the same sound once upon a time, and the entire skeleton is standing in the dark trembling. "Reena!" I scream so loud it feels like my vocal cords are ripping. "Now! Aim for the head!" The chainsaw doesn't even cough. One cut, prepped two days deep, and ninety feet of oak comes off its notch and swings down through the canopy and the skull takes it dead center.

After talking, the killer found an old chainsaw from the box… Lucinda recognized it… It was the same chainsaw from eight years ago! But that’s already old! And it’s already rusting! Lucinda was frightened when the killer came towards her with an old chainsaw! It’s torture! Seeing her expression, the killer felt excited! The killer kicked Lucinda’s abdomen and her body turned to the front, where a clear view Lucinda could see! “Shall we start?” The killer smirked and tried to start the chainsaw, after a few tries, it worked! “Oh good, still working! I really want to use this for you, it seems fun!”

Souls push him to sit on the chair and he does, but he seats on the side making the chair fall back with it. “Bloody hell! Give me that damn chainsaw. If he won’t sit, then pieces of him will be on that chair but one way or the other, he will end up on that damn chair!” Souls goes for the chainsaw while guy's guy scrambles up and sits on the chair. He is shaking like a leaf being blown by the wind and I don’t know why but I find pleasure in his fear. “Was that so hard?” ask as I receive the chainsaw from Souls. The man shakes his head.

She gasped, and whimpered shakily. The ceiling behind the cage slid open and a long sharp bladed-like chain descended from the ceiling at a high speed and thrust into the nape of her mother's neck, tearing through her neck. The ceiling above the opened-top cage opened and an axe descended from it, sending her mother's head rolling on the floor.

"They got us into this mess." She blinks repeatedly, but a watery film still eclipses her eyes. "Yeah. They did, didn't they? Good thing we're going to escape, kick their asses, and show them who's boss! Shake on that?" A watery chuckle. "Bet." I outstretch an arm. She sources out an axe from a hidden spot between two shrubs. While I start chopping away at the wood, she shuffles around gathering leaves. We work quickly and silently. The smell of burning leaves reach my nose and I look in Umber's direction.