Texas Chainsaw 2 Chop Top Romane & Geschichten

I scramble backward, crab-walking away from them, my vision swimming. "Bitch!" The second Reaper draws a knife. "I'll gut you!" He lunges. I brace myself. I have no weapon left. The knife in my boot is gone. The keys are in the man's skull. Then, the air splits. WHISH-CRACK. A sound like a whip, but heavier. Metallic. The Reaper with the knife stops. He looks down. A heavy steel chain is wrapped around his neck. The links are thick, rusted, biting into his flesh.

He could be one of them but that doesn’t matter, his round eyes bulged in shock, he tries to move his arm but I step on it instead crushing his fingers with my boots. I am not done with him, I step out towards my car and pull a chain saw from the trunk of my car. It is the same one I had used to kill John, his blood still drops from it. My hurried footsteps make way to the house and I stand in front of him while I turn it on. “Please” he begs. Another stupid mistake to make, his pleas won’t save his life rather they annoy me and make me think of more ways to harm him.