Texas Chainsaw 2 Chop Top Novels & Stories

Moonlight illuminated his bulk, glinting on his pointy fangs. “You've made your choice to die,” he huffed, the corner of his lips curving into a sardonic smile. He clamped a hand on a chain saw being extended out towards him — the blurred movement almost at normal speed to my enhanced, super vision — pressed down hard on the power on button and jumped on the car. The metal protested under his huge weight, but went batshit hysterical when he brought the chainsaw down on the glass. It cracked — a wide, beautiful spider web — but didn't break all the way immediately. I wasn't the least bit surprised. Ferrara must've had it reinforced.

"The internal pressure is oscillating. You have a three-second window on the up-cycle. I'll call the mark." Down on the floor, the battle was reaching a fever pitch. A Depth-Commander swung its gravity-hammer, clipping the rear tire of Jax's chopper and instantly deleting the back half of the bike. "King!" Jax roared, rolling away from the compacted metal and scrambling to his feet. "Any day now!" "Stand by," I whispered in Dax's mind. The heavy-water beneath him pulsed, shifting from dark crimson to a blinding, violent scarlet.

The tiger let out a low, guttural growl that was filled with resentment and pain. Chase narrowed his eyes, reached down, and clamped his fingers around the tiger's thick neck. Then, there was a crack. With a twist of his wrist, he snapped the beast's spine like a rope, twisting its head at an unnatural angle. The tiger let out a final agonized howl, its body twitching in its death throes before it finally fell still. Something about this entire scene felt eerie. At the same time, Chase sensed the presence of two beings lurking about 300 feet away, hidden in the shadows.

It looked like a triangular hole that was slowly bleeding along the back of her hand, dyeing the iron chair completely red. Kacha! The sound of a mechanical bite was heard. The needle rose to its original position and triggered the second mechanism. As a series of gears rotated, the chainsaw under the iron chair slowly rose and stood in front of Adalind, and the length of the chainsaw reached the top of Adalind’s head. Looking at the chainsaw in front of her that reflected the weak light, a deep fear rose in Adalind’s heart once again. “What do you want? Let me go! I’ve already won. Let me out!”

I saw my Aisha lying on ground totally nude in front of five men’s while one of them was busy kicking her fragile body I lost it, Yes! I lost my sanity and without thinking for a second more I pulled sharp edged Tulwar which was initially put on my walls as a decorative art craft, holding tulwar in my right hand I marched toward all them and with one swift swing I slashed his head of men who was kicking my Aisha allowing his blood to paint my floor I turned my gaze toward rest of four who wet their pants seeing me standing in front of them when ‘Chopped their filthy hands off’ My devil growled inside my mind and I followed him, without letting them a second to react I slashed another man in

"Let me do it this time, sir." "Alright, he's all yours. Don't hold back." "Don't worry. I'll chop him up." The guard had released Noss from the chains bound to his body, and he launched into the air holding his pitchfork. At the same time, Wilbur summoned the thunder cleaver and channeled the power of destruction into it, turning the cleaver a murky black color with pale blue symbols flickering around it. Noss raised the pitchfork and was about to attack. In just a split second, Wilbur launched a dozen attacks. It was not long before the thunder cleaver disappeared from sight, and Noss' entire body exploded into a pile of flesh and bones that fell on the ground.

Of course, I will die - a very painful, colourful and frankly, extremely creative death since my own brother will deliver the sentence. I can almost imagine how much Lenox would enjoy hanging me by my balls just to use my body as a bloody pinata. Or better yet, he would use the bunch of weird modified weapons he is hiding in the shed. Cold shivers run down my spine as I recall one of the chainsaws Lenox made. It’s loud and has actual fucking teeth glued to the chain. Teeth, man, fucking teeth!

Dinig na dinig ko kung paano mahiwa ang laman niya at ang pagkadurog ng kaniyang mga buto. Tumalsik ang dugo sa aking mga kamay at braso habang siya ay patuloy lamang sa pagsigaw. I chopped his ring finger and hid it on my pocket. I got tired of chopping his legs off so I threw the axe elsewhere. I took a deep breath in as he weeped beside me. “Shh.” Saway ko. A smirk crept on my lips when my eyes caught a red lawn mower on the side of the storage room.

They enjoyed messing around so much that they lost sight of their target. Narco's horde of clones got out of their vehicles and went back on their way while shouting, making noises to scare her. Mischa, who was waiting for them, turned on the chainsaw. When they heard the engine, the enemies ran fastly, headed in her direction. They are like swarms of sharks pouncing on their prey, but before they could manage to touch even a strand of her hair, Mischa ruthlessly swings her chainsaw, amputating their hands, torso, limbs, head, and cutting cleanly their bodies in half. Narco's clones keep coming after her even after getting cut by the saw machine. They are mindlessly approaching her, not even

There were many things Anderson had never even seen before. After unveiling the tools, she looked at Anderson smiling as if to tease him. “So many tools. So many fun things to start with. Now this, I like this one the most.” Xavier picked an electric saw from the table, caressing it like a long-lost lover. “I love the sound it makes against their skull and their screams but we’ll save this for last.” She moved closer to Anderson and whispered seductively, “In case you didn’t know, it’s for when its time to extract your brain.” She put the electric saw down and picked up a scalpel, walking closer to Anderson.