Texas Chainsaw 2 Chop Top Romane & Geschichten

Fuck my planning, fucking the research, the time is now. An array of tools hung from hooks on the wall to my right. I scanned the items slowly, a few rakes, a pickaxe, a couple of crowbars, and some axes. My eyes landed on a hatchet, the blade glinting from the dim light on the roof. It's no Sai blade, but it’ll still get the job done. I took the axe from the hook and tossed it up in front of me. The handle spun in a full three-sixty before landing in my hand again. I sucked my teeth and nodded my head with a newfound sense of determination. Clutching the bloodied pole in one hand and the hatchet in the other, I rolled my shoulders back and sauntered out of the shed.

FUCK! He quickly looked around fo rany obvious hiding place and found the closet. He quietly approached when he opened the closet he was met with a taser gun! Chuck was standing there aiming it at Brent, clever bastard! Chuck should have just shot the taser instead of threatening him with it, with one quick swipe of his machete, Chuck's head detached from hsi body and fell to the floor! As Brent stood there, looking at the headless body he said a silent prayer for an admirable foe.

Tyler’s POV Growing and gnashing of teeth was all I heard as I backed away from Maxine. Her body was changing into a wolf and if she got ahold of me while I was bound in chains there was nothing I could do about it, “Thorn, grab that axe over there.” I nodded towards an old dirty axe that lay on a table with other farm tools, “And do what with it? Attack her? She is literally turning into a fucking wolf!” I yelled back at him, “Grab it and fucking knock these handcuffs off of me before she fully changed!” His eyes widened and he moved swiftly and grabbed the handle. I watched closely as she was still sprouting fur from her skin and her face was elongating in a sickening way. Thorn was at my

A different chain lashes toward her neck. Lila’s flare explodes, in mid-air a blaze slicing through the chain cutting it apart. Rosa tumbles away hacking up blood. She’s already upright her machetes humming. Mamá Sofia and Javier act in unison, scalpel and cleaver gleaming slicing through chains that coil around them, like animated snakes. Mamá’s scalpel strikes a chain cutting it sharply; Javier’s cleaver comes next cutting it off fully. The chain drops, twisting then vanishes into a vapor.

a furious voice called out. Wilson spun around on the balls of his feet. His eyes picked up a small object hurling at him as fast as lightning. The tomahawk buried itself into Wilson’s chest. He gasped loud and painfully, his jaw dropping wide open. The sudden force caused him to topple backward and onto the ground. Alex stood up and gazed at him in astonishment. Wilson grabbed hold of the tomahawk’s handle and struggled uselessly for air. He was dead before his eyes could even shut.

“I’m here. I’m here.” Her fingers moved fast. She checked the cuffs, the chains, and the blood on my wrists. She pulled a small bolt cutter from her thigh holster and worked quickly, snapping the links with precise, practiced movements. The chains fell away with a dull clang. My arms dropped, heavy and useless for a moment. Pins and needles raced through them as circulation returned.

If only we could use a chopper to get there. @Death Wish

The tip of her black heel pressed down upon it. Then crushed. The core chip shattered together with the reinforced shell. The aide stared. Speechless. Even the pain from his torn scalp vanished from his awareness. “Close your mouth.” Her tone remained calm. “Since when do two pieces of scrap metal get to decide the fate of something I keep in my house?” She turned. One hand overturned a nearby equipment rack. Metal crashed across the floor. From the pile, she dragged out a military-grade hydraulic cutter weighing over a hundred pounds. The jaws locked onto the lowest support axle of the lead door's locking mechanism.

Those brainless beings never gets tired, i know that for sure, they will keep coming till we become tired. "Shit" I cursed and almost immediately, there's was an explosion on the roof that threw us into different directions. I grunt as I crashed on a wooden box on the floor. Austin hit his head on a pillar and he bled from the impact. A bright light shine into the warehouse and I narrowed my eyes trying to adjust it to the brightness. I could see a chopper hovering above the opening. Two ropes dropped from it and I ejected the mag of my Beretta and inserted and slammed my last magazine into the gun.

Warning** Violence ahead, if you can't handle it, please skip. His beast reached out and dug his claws into the top part of Matt's shoulder left shoulder, ignoring the boy’s cry, cutting out behind the shape of a square, the top, and two sides, but not the bottom to close it.