(Chapter 2) The Obsession.

                                    

                                          
Y/N's POV:
I soon woke up, confused about where the hell I was, my head was killing me, and everything was spinning.  I felt something cold on my ankle, as I look down, to see a long, black chained covered in blood wrapped around it.  "WHAT THE HELL!?"  I shout in horror, as I jump, and hit the wall that was behind me, which resulted in a huge bang.  I guess that had startled Thomas, I heard footsteps above me.  "SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!" I yell, as I struggle to pull the chain off of my ankle.  "DAMMIT!!" The chain would not break, I hit it with everything I could find near, until I heard Thomas coming down the stairs.  I notice a sharp butcher knife on top of a table that was really close to me.  I was able to grab it, and soon break the chain loose. I quickly ran to a nearby desk, and hid under it, with that same knife in my hand, waiting for him to come near.
A while passed, and he still didn't find me, or so I thought, I had accidently gasped too loudly, and he heard.  He ran over to the desk I was under, and stood in front of it.  He then bent down, as we locked eyes.  "NO! NO NO NO! SHIT!!"  I shout, as I try to escape, but then remember, I had that knife with me.  I took the knife, and swung, cutting deeply into his shoulder, distracting him.  I got up and ran, as he cried of pain out loud.  I thought i'd be able to escape, until that sheriff guy grabbed me out of my surprise.  I try to get loose, but he ties my arms and legs together with rope, covers my mouth with tape, then slings me onto the couch.   "Now you stay right there missy. And don't you move." He demanded in his raspy old voice.  
Leatherface's POV:
I sat there in pain, I didn't think she'd do that to me, it hurt, really bad.  The knife was still in my shoulder, I had to get it out though.  I stood up, hoping it wouldn't hurt as bad, then grabbed onto the handle, and pulled it out, just making the pain worse.  I accidently yelled too loud to the pain, which made Momma worried.  She came downstairs to me.  "Tommy the hell happened!?" She asked, not knowing what I yelled about.  I tried showing her that it was nothing.  I didn't want Momma making Uncle Hoyt do something to the girl.  "Now Thomas I heard you yell, what was it about, I know that bitch done something to you."  She soon saw blood drip from my shoulder.  "Did she do that to you, Tommy?"  She asked.  I shook my head no in panic.  "I know damn well she did now...HOYT! WHERE THE HELL IS THAT GIRL!?"  Momma shouted, and headed back upstairs.  I panicked, and ran after her.
I saw the girl on the couch, as Uncle Hoyt was standing in front of her.  I knew they were gonna get mad at me if I tried to protect her, but I had too.  I knocked Hoyt out of the way, and grabbed the girl, running outside.  I didn't know where to go, I was panicked.  "NOW THOMAS BROWN HEWITT YOU GET BACK HERE WITH HER!"  I heard Momma shout in the distance, I ran faster.  
I ended up somewhere in the fields, far enough from Momma and Hoyt, I knew they couldn't find me or see me here.  I put the girl down, and took the tape off of her face so she could talk.  "Why the hell did you do that...?"  She asked.  I shrugged.  "Ain't that your family? A family of killers? Why did you save me!?"  She demanded an answer.  I looked the other way.  "Hey! I'm talking to you dipshit."  I looked back at her, trying to show her I was sorry.  She never understood.  I took the ropes off of her too, hoping she wouldn't run away, which she didn't, surprisingly, she sat there.
I sat back on my knees, and sorta smiled at her.  "You're not like them at all...are you?"  She asks, I shook my head no again.  "Damn...i'm really sorry-"  I looked at her confused.  "About your arm-"  Oh, yeah, my arm.  I grunted, indicating that it was fine.  I could understand, everyone is scared of me, i'm a 6'4 grown man who covers half of his face AND carries a chainsaw around, I can't blame her. 
Y/N's POV:
I felt really sorry for this Thomas dude, I mean, he scared the living shit out of me, I had to fight back, I thought he was gonna kill me!  But...now that he's here, right in front of me, helping me, he doesn't seem so bad, in fact, he's kind of cute.  Apparently, he couldn't talk, well that's one thing I know about him, and according to that woman back there, he hides his face with that mask due to a skin disease that got the best of his nose when he was younger.  "I might be able to do something about your shoulder."  He grunted and turned his arm away.  "I have to help you! You helped me, i'm gonna help you. That looks like it hurts like hell."  He thought for a while, then looked at me, with a worried look.  "I promise i'll be easy."  He finally gave in.  I looked around for stuff, like leaves and sticks, which I soon found.  I reached into my pocket and found medical tape that I carry around, for safety, then got to work.
The cut was soon covered and clean now.  "Well, I got the best of it, although, maybe one of your family members should help you with it tonight."  He tilts his head in confusion.  "You're thinkin' I can stay here? Your family hates me! I can't.  Really Thomas, I would if I could."  I explained, he looked sad, but understood.  I thought for a while.  "Maybe we can meet up every now and then? You know where I live so, yeah."  I suggested, and he agreed.  "THOMAS BROWN HEWITT! GET AWAY FROM THAT BITCH!!" The woman and the sheriff from before soon showed up behind Thomas with a shotgun, and pointed it at me.  "Oh shit..."
(!END OF CHAPTER 2!)
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