I slammed the knife down harshly to tear the meat from the bone.

"Dammit, Leather-rr-rface." I hissed.

"You got me one that's too young!" I growled.

"What the fuck are you screaming about?!" Drayton yelled at me.

I'm used to this living style. The way we hide under a huge carnival. The way we murder others. The way we fight all the time.

"You can't br-r-ring me teenager-rs! I need adults!" I throw the leg at him, blood splattering everywhere.

"I do just fine with teenagers!"

"And that's why I don't like your-r-r cookin' sometimes!" I scream.

Drayton throws a knife at me which I quickly dodge it but I hit my head in the process.

"Oww..." I groan, rubbing my now aching head.

I felt a hand on my arm, knowing exactly who it was, I turn around.

"Yes?" I raise my eyebrow at Leather.

He pulls me to the door.

"Again?" I wince.

He nods excitedly.

"We just went killing." I protest. "And didn't get anyone."

Leather grabs his chainsaw from the floor and tugs me in a more harsh manner.

"Okay! Fine." I grab my weapon: a simple yet sturdy club.

Leather got excited and ran outside as I walked out, barefoot.

"How about the far-r-r-rm that's always lettin' their-rrrr dog bar-ar-rk and keep you awake at night?" I ask as we walk outside a bit. The darkness was flooded over our home.

Leatherface thinks then nods.

"They live just over ther-re, quick and easy. One guy lives ther-re that's all." I explain, walking down the gravel walkway.

My feet didn't even feel it from all those months of walking barefoot. My bare skin didn't even mind the cold air.

I still had my collar on, not to be chained anymore, just cause I like the look.

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We finally reached our destination and Leather was so excited I had to thump him on the back a few times to keep him silent.

"Go ar-round the back, I'll go around the fr-ront." I said.

Leather nodded and got up and sneaked around the back. I got up and just walked up to the front door.

I heard running behind me and turned just in time to see a dog rushing up to me, tail wagging, mouth open and tongue flying.

I drew back and slammed my club down against it's skull, earning a satisfying crunch.

Once the dog lay there, blood leaking from it's nose and it's tail no longer wagging, I open the door.

Huh...

Unlocked? Retard.

I see Leather struggling to open the door.

"You dumb b-..." I unlocked it and in a whisper told him to be quiet.

"Listen..." I said.

I could hear a bed creaking and obviously someone trying to keep from screaming.

Leather cocked his head.

"He's havin' a nightmar-r-re I suppose." I shrugged.

I took my killer's hand and led him up the stairway as light as possible.

Then, once at the soon-to-be victim's door, I tried to open it. Locked.

"Chainsaw, babe." I nudge him.

Leather turns on his chainsaw and busts through excitedly.

I walk in behind him and catch my breath. I was obviously expecting one man but not a man and a woman. On the bed. Naked.

Having-

"Been so long forgot what that was. Okay, Leather-rr-r. Go ahead." I stand aside as they scream in fear.

My now husband does a quick job of tearing them up. Guts were soon splattered on the floor.

"Okay now let's-"

I heard Leather whimpering and I turn around to see him holding the lady's head.

"Aw c'mon." I groan, knowing what he was suggesting.

Leather snorted in annoyance.

"When I kiss you, I don't wanna kiss a woman's face that we murder-r-red." I reason.

Leather uses his hand to mimic what I saw.

"Fine!" I sigh.

Leatherface happily brings along the head with us, much to my dismay.

"Leather-r?" I ask.

He let's out a grunt in response.

"Why did you kill my Mother-r-r?" I ask bluntly.

He shrugs.

"She loved me." I say.

He shrugs again.

I tighten my grip on my weapon.