Texas Chainsaw 2 Chop Top Novels & Stories

I tilted my head, considering the options as I let my fingers trail over the cold metal of the chainsaw in my hand. For a brief second, I saw the hesitation in his eyes—the flicker of fear—but then he steeled himself, his expression hardening into defiance. “You can all go to hell,” he spat. “I’m not telling you anything.” I exhaled slowly, feigning disappointment. “Very well then. Suit yourself.” With an indifferent shrug, I gripped the chainsaw’s handle and yanked the cord. The engine roared to life, its sharp teeth glinting as I took a step toward him. The scent of burning fuel filled the air.

She is doomed to fail. [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] The sound of wind being pierced fills the place as Cherry seamlessly waves her knife left and right. Soon, she thrusts it forward and cuts the bitch in the palm. No one would mistake that wound for a shallow cut, but Cherry does not want her to bleed out. The cut is so uniquely done that only a few drops of blood are seen.

Connor, of course he would fucking provoke it further, digs his machete on the back of its neck and the noise it lets out is almost enough to burst our eardrums. “Gotta move now, Shane. Now!” Easy for him to say. He digs the machete further but the beast isn’t going down with a fight. Connor ties a part of his chains to the machete, using it as an anchor for me to move around the beast’s neck and we can wrap its neck with the chains before we choke it. I move to the right side of its head, gripping as much fur as I can. Then it’s all the way down to it’s chin making sure the chain is following as I move.

She ran up its body but this time didn't go all the way to the top to strangle it, she stopped on its back and began to yank out the metallic tubes that were coming out from its fleshy spine area. The Chasen growled and dropped Private Hobbs to the ground as Molly went on. Yanking out one, two, three and four tubes and then jumping down to the ground when it fell to its knees. "Come on Molly! Let's go!" he shouted and they held hands and ran off as the Chasen, still on its knees, shot at them but missed; its controls were all messed up. It gave out its loudest growl yet and punched the ground three times. This was the hardest it ever had to work to kill her and it didn't like it one bit.

"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.

A quick sniff at the milk and I jerk my head back. He can have it black this time. I prefer mine black anyway, so I make two mugs and then go to find him. He's in the next room, actually the hall.... What will one day be the hall.... directing the work: tarpaulins being hauled into position where there ought to be a roof. Just now, there is only the open sky. A good part of the noise is coming from here, where a man with a chainsaw is taking down a tree which has lodged its roots through the floor inside, but then leans outside through a window.

“It all went to hell on Tuesday. Damn. Seems longer than that.” “Time to cool off is rarely a bad thing.” When Ben retreated, Chase looked around. That’s when he noticed two items on the far edge of the bar. A short-handled whip and a collar with a chain attached. What the fuck did Ben use those for? Did he even want to know? Hell yes he wanted to know. So when Ben returned, Chase said, “What’s up with the whip and collar?” “What?” Chase pointed. “Over there. Did you forget to put away your bondage toys when you finished with them?”

His chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern, his face slack and peaceful in a way that seemed almost innocent. Evan crept forward, his movements slow and deliberate. The tool Kade had given him was pressed against his palm, small and cold and reassuring. A thin blade designed specifically for slicing through chains and cords without making a sound. Evan had practiced with it for hours in the penthouse, learning the precise angle and pressure needed to cut through metal cleanly. He had run through the motion a hundred times, memorizing the feel of the blade in his hand.

He heard a loud noise above, he looked up, sighting a Chopper flying with Horizon Zero text designed under. Abel glanced around and found a long metal chain lying near a destroyed electrical appliance at the side of the road. He walked briskly towards where the chain laid, picked it up and folded a part of it round his fist. He rolled the chain twice and then swinged it with force and threw it at the flying chopper's left leg. The end of the chain hit the chopper's left leg and hooked round it, pulling and dragging Abel up as a result. "Adios" Abel waved grinning as he swayed midair, the chopper dragging him along.