Proud Little Hewitt Girl

"I am fifteen but already a fierce chainsaw killer. My family and I have destroyed whole families that tried to cross us, so don't play with me, or I can also use a sledge hammer just as good as the chainsaw my father gave me... You can call me Tina Hewitt Sawyer... Leatherface's daughter..."   // RP Blog for an OC of mine from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre series. Will RP with anyone.

[southernchainsawkiller]

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A slow grin appeared on the sixteen-year-old’s face as she chased down a full grown up man down the dirt road. She had her chainsaw in one hand, a hammer on the other. “Come back! We will just play!” She chirped, running now, a sick determination drawn on her youthful, bloody face. The man was yulping and screaming as she got closer and closer to him. Throwing the hammer at him, she aimed at his head, knocking him off. There, in the middle of the seemingly empty dirty road, she stepped on his neck and, with a smirk, she started her chainsaw, driving it right through his chest after releasing his neck. A sick laugh followed, as her face, her bare arms, legs and dirty grey dress were graciously sprayed with blood. Her eyes cought a movement at her left and she stopped her chainsaw, turning to see what it was. She let out  giggle at the sight of a blonde man, hidden in the field. 

“What is it? Are ya gonna call the Sheriff? Too bad this ‘ere was the last one…“

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God fucking damn it, every time, every group, some fucker had to be the hero, standing up tall and either running away to get help, or even raising their fists at him. This guy though, less fortunate. Big boots stomped on the screaming man’s head, blood gushing out of it, as soon as the squirming under his feet stopped Otis turned around just to find out he had an audience. ‘‘ You fucking wanna’ go next? ‘‘

[southernchainsawkiller]

Tina Hewitt stood there for at least five minutes. Besides her age, she wasn’t shocked, but the complete opposite; much entertained. She rested her left side on the wall beside her, watching with a faint smirk, as the victim suffered. As Otis turned to her, she blinked and looked up at him, smirking more and nodding, taking out a knife from her sleeve.

“Yeah, but not the way you mean it.“ She walked and knelt next to the almost dead person, licking her lips before looking up at Otis. “May I finish it?“ She grinned.

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[southernchainsawkiller]

{{OPEN}} Little Texan Maniac

[cannibalcharisma]

southernchainsawkiller:

She did feel incredibly bad for leaving this way. These people - especially Harper - had treated her like family. After losing her own, it was very hard for her. Some time had passed in Pleasant Valley until she couldn’t bare the homesickness. She had to go back at the Hewitt residence in Texas. She was sure that the Sheriff who killed off her whole family wouldn’t return. And if he did… she had her chainsaw with her.

She was slowly moving on her swing, which stood a few meters away from the entrance of her house, when a familiar male voice was heard from behind her. She stopped moving but didn’t turn yet. She closed her eyes and took a slow, shakey deep breath, her old tune stopping suddenly. Her hand stopped stroking her doll’s head while the other slowly slid down the swing’s string. It was right when he asked her what was wrong that she turned to face him, still seated on the old, rusty swing.

“Harpah… How… how did y'all find meh ‘ere?” Asked Tina, smiling sadly up at him. She was glad and happy to see him again. “It must have taken yeh long for yeh to get in Texas…” She looked a bit down, obviously avoiding his question at first, but then she looked back up at him. He deserved an answer. He only cared for her. “Ah… Ah missed mah home… Ah wanted to get ‘ere again, even if it’s empty. The Valley is too kind for a wild spawn like meh, Harpah. Y'all are too kind to meh. Ah will be trouble in time, due to mah nature.”

cannibalcharisma:

Harper was severely crude in both the harshness of his personality && his undeniable disposition to kill, but he wasn’t completely devoid of all compassion. In fact, it was something he was rather adept in, when it came to matters of loss and memory. There was no reason he couldn’t empathise with the young Hewitt girl. Rather, that was the very reason he’d travelled out to Texas to find her.

❝That don’t matter none.❞ Harper replied, dismissing her first question, ❝Awl that matters is you. Now, ah can assure yeh’s ya won’t get in no more trouble than the rest o’ us down at the valley. We awl love yeh there! We embrace wild! Girlie, you ain’t seen nothin’, yet. You’s ain’t seen us when we’s really goin’ some. But if stayin’ ‘ere’s what’cha really wanna do, then ah ain’t gunna stop yeh. But don’t go ‘xpectin’ me not to keep checkin’ up on ya’ll, ’kay? Ah’m stayin’ true t’ mah word. Imma look aftah ya.❞ Harper vowed, ❝Even if yeh get sick o’ me, an’ come aftah me wit’ thay’t pretty lil chainsaw o’ yers.❞ he lightly teased.

[southernchainsawkiller]

Tina did not doubt for a moment Harper's love and care for her. They had met only a couple of months ago and still, their relationship had grown strong already! He was like a father figure for her. And he cared just like Thomas Hewitt had, even if he coukd onky make sounds instead of talking. It didn't matter, he still loved her. Just like Harper now seemed to do.

At his words, a smile came upon her dirty but youthful face. As soon as he promised to always look after her, she even grinned. "Oh, Harpah...!" she exclaimed. "Ah wouldn't doubt yer love for a mere moment. An' Ah wan' to live there with y'all, but y'all there 'ave a Sheriff... Sooner or later, yeh will all be in trouble, if Ah start th'killin' again. Do yeh wan' trouble with th'Sheriff there?" Tina paused for a bit, tilting her head to the side slightly. "An' most of all, Ah keep thinkin' of the beautiful relationship yeh start 'avin' with the Milk Maiden." she smiled and chuckled then. "Ah won't lie, this 'ere is mah hometown. Travis County is all Ah know. But Ah'd be honored if yeh visited meh. Ah think Ah'll stay for a while an' then Ah will return to th' Valley. How does that sound?" Tina said grinning, giggling wildly as he teased her, turning her head to glance at her chainsaw next to her for a second.

[southernchainsawkiller]

{{OPEN}} Little Texan Maniac

The squeaking noise of the old swing that was moving slowly back and forth was echoing in the silence. Utter silence, except of some birds flying around here and there and maybe some distant cars. The ragged doll sitted on her lap had the same brunette hair as her, almost the same grey dress reaching her mid thighs but it was barefoot. Tina Hewitt had her flat black shoes on. Her stare was directed nowhere in particular as her right hand slowly and softly stroked the doll’s hair, the left one holding the swing’s string. She seemed to be in deep thought, humming an old Southern lullaby. 

Next to her lay her chainsaw, the one her father had given her. It wasn’t bloody - not yet! She had cleaned all blood off the night before when she walked into the house before dinner. Now, she just waited. Not sure what for. She just waited. 

[cannibalcharisma]

cannibalcharisma:

Where had that fetching, young lass disappeared to? A two moons ago, she was taking up roost in Pleasant Valley, but come sundown this day, she was off consorting with the tumbleweeds. Harper had an inkling where to find her, following their nights they’d delved in to conversation. They had developed a mutual respect for one another in what seemed like a flash, sharing the secrets of their pasts to gain a reciprocal understanding. Harper had taken her under his wing, but it seemed she was feeling the drag of homesickness, missing the home of her family, as she was soon discovered upon a rusty swing in the exact location he’d expected.

Able hands rested on his strong, masculine hips as Harper paused to observe from afar, the melody Tina hummed hitting him a little too close to home. He hadn’t heard that song in years…not since… - ! Well, that didn’t matter. He quickly diffused that line of thought as to not reminisce too much on the past.

❝Well, if it ain’t lil miss Hewitt…there y’are! Ah’s bin lookin’ fer yeh! Some’ow, ah knews you’d be ‘ere…now, ah made yew a prawmise, r’m’br? Ah said Imma look after yehs, and that’s what ah’m gunna do! So, c’mon…out wit’ it. What’s wrong, lil darlin’?❞ Harper sauntered close behind her, voice hushed and less brash than his usual tone of speech.

[southernchainsawkiller]

She did feel incredibly bad for leaving this way. These people - especially Harper - had treated her like family. After losing her own, it was very hard for her. Some time had passed in Pleasant Valley until she couldn't bare the homesickness. She had to go back at the Hewitt residence in Texas. She was sure that the Sheriff who killed off her whole family wouldn't return. And if he did... she had her chainsaw with her.

She was slowly moving on her swing, which stood a few meters away from the entrance of her house, when a fsmiar male voice was heard from behind her. She stopped moving but didn't turn yet. She closed her eyes and took a slow, shakey deep breath, her old tune stopping suddenly. Her hand stopped stroking her doll's head while the other slolwy slid down the swing's string. It was right when he asked her what was wrong that she turned to face him, still seated on the old, rusty swing.

"Harpah... How... how did y'all find meh 'ere?" Asked Tina, smiling sadly up at him. She was glad and happy to see him again. "It must have taken yeh long for yeh to get in Texas..." She looked a bit down, obviously avoiding his question at first, but then she looked back up at him. He deserved an answer. He only cared for her. "Ah... Ah missed mah home... Ah wanted to get 'ere again, even if it's empty. The Valley is too kind for a wild spawn like meh, Harpah. Y'all are too kind to meh. Ah will be trouble in time, due to mah nature."

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[southernchainsawkiller]

{{OPEN}} Little Texan Maniac

The squeaking noise of the old swing that was moving slowly back and forth was echoing in the silence. Utter silence, except of some birds flying around here and there and maybe some distant cars. The ragged doll sitted on her lap had the same brunette hair as her, almost the same grey dress reaching her mid thighs but it was barefoot. Tina Hewitt had her flat black shoes on. Her stare was directed nowhere in particular as her right hand slowly and softly stroked the doll’s hair, the left one holding the swing’s string. She seemed to be in deep thought, humming an old Southern lullaby. 

Next to her lay her chainsaw, the one her father had given her. It wasn’t bloody - not yet! She had cleaned all blood off the night before when she walked into the house before dinner. Now, she just waited. Not sure what for. She just waited. 

[cannibalcharisma]

Continued from x.

southernchainsawkiller:

The girl grinned and chuckled happily at Harper’s agreement. That’s exactly what she wanted and needed. Someone to teach her how to kill in style. “Realleh? Harpah, darlin’, thank yeh! Honestly, thank yeh so much! We’ll be so fierce together!” She couldn’t wait until they started killing and she started seeing how his style and his killing methods worked for her as well.

cannibalcharisma:

There was so much knowledge he had to pass on. So many torturous, brilliant ways to kill that she could learn to master over his guidance. Odd as it was, the visiting teen had become much more of a protégé than originally envisioned. A lopsided smirk sparked his expression with alacrity. ❝You’s gunna be a natural, ah can tell.❞

[southernchainsawkiller]

When Tina Hewitt stepped into the wonders of Pleasant Valley, she didn’t believe she would even make friends there. Now, there she was, having Harper wanting to teach her things, welcoming her as one of them. Her smile grew into a grin, nodding excitedly. She had found a protector in him. What her late family once was. “Yeh make meh feel so welcomed ‘ere, Harpah. Ah never thought Ah’d feel this way again. Thank yeh.”

[southernchainsawkiller]

// Anyone want to rp with this chainsaw killer? ^_^

[southernchainsawkiller]

// Going to bed, folks. Nighty night (at least it is night where I am xD)!

[southernchainsawkiller]

Texan Fellows

@deconecro

The sixteen-year-old Texan girl walked down the road of Travis County, Texas, dragging a chainsaw with her. Her grey, mid-thigh long dress was dirty, as was her face. She was walking at the side of the road, minding any cars that might pass, even though, at that part of the town, that was a rare occasion. 

Still, after a few minutes, the sound of a car engine made her head look up, seeing a distant car coming closer and closer. Luckily, it didn’t seem like a deputy car of another county. Luckily, no victim had ever escaped the Hewitts and spat it all to any Sheriff’s department… so far… The car was from Ruggsville county. Tina Hewitt, smirked a little bit. She had been there once and liked it. She stopped and waited for the car to pass.

[deconecro-deactivated20210422]

‘T was one of those typical hot, fucking, desert cruises Otis always took in his Blue Cadillac Fleetwood Eldorado. His handpalms sweaty from gripping the steering wheel, hairs being pushed around by the wind, wich was generated by the speed, his radio rambling some speedy unkown country song. After a few miles he’d spot some shady figure, distorted by the heath, wandering along the usually dead roads. As any Drifter would do, he pulled over, just in front of the figure, wich now turned out to be a fucked up looking, underaged gal, Otis observed from his front-mirror and waited for the girl to pass the car. ‘’ Ain’t you more fucking lost than a priest at a whorehouse. ‘’

[southernchainsawkiller]

That was a cool car, Tina thought. Back in their house, they had a collection of cars of lost travellers who where unfortunate enough as to seek help at the Hewitt residence. She had the time to look at the man driving it. Even though he had wild Southern characteristics and he was a bit more dirty as she was, he was good looking. 

At seeing him stopping, she opened her step and stopped next to his Cadillac, looking not too intimidated. “Lost? Nah, mister, jus’ takin’ a walk. I know these here parts as I know the back o’ my hand. Nice beauty, by the way.” The girl complimented, motioning at the car with her head. 

[deconecro-deactivated20210422]

A gritty hand moved to brush a few strands of his long grayish-blonde hair out of his face, his expression as neutral as it could be. Eyes rolling up and down over the girl. Her face was unfamilair, but she seemed dusty enough to be a local, thus he did not call bullshit on her claim. ‘’ ‘S that right ‘lil mamma?,      Ain’t the best place ta’ wander ‘round now is it? Lotta’— Reaaaal nasty folks ‘driftin’ ‘round these parts. ‘’ Leaning over the passenger seat he unlocked the car-door. ‘’ Sure is’, c’mon, get your’ dusty ass in here, Before you end up under some asshole’s truck. ‘’

[southernchainsawkiller]

He seemed like an interesting guy. Her own eyes looked him over as he also looked her up and down. 

“Yeah, it’s not really much, but ‘tis my home. I see y’all are from Ruggsville. It’s interestin’ over there. As for the people around here… trust me, I’ve seen some nasty folks in my time.” More rather she lived with a bunch.

Her smirk grew as he unlocked the door, hopping in him Cadillac. “Thank you, mister. So, where y’all headin’ to?” 

[deconecro-deactivated20210422]

The scent of sweat and booze was hanging around Otis, wich naturally was, one with knowledge might’ve also been able to sniff in the steel-ish scent of blood, or atleast notice the stains in the beige seats. ‘’ ‘Figured ya’ were a local,’’ He’d speak, a hand scratching his scruffy beard.      ‘’ Wherever ‘i feel like goin’ mamma’. ‘’

[southernchainsawkiller]

As soon as Tina entered the car, the scent of booze and blood hit her nostrils, making her chuckle lightly. She strangely felt like home. If only she knew that he was coming of a family just like hers. That would explain a lot. 

“Born an’ raised a proud Texan.” Said the girl with a grin. “Yeh do? I wish I was like you. Goin’ anywhere I want, when I want.”

[deconecro-deactivated20210422]

Driftwood moved a hand to his old radio, turning down the Hank Wiliams ‘Hey Good lookin’ ‘ song that was currently playing, kicking in the gas, leaving in a big cloud of dust behind his Cadillac, his hair starting to move with the wind again. ‘’ Ain’t that a hoot. ‘’ He’d reply, His hand moved over again, this time to his glove department, opening it in order to reveal some crumbled papers, a gun, a lighter, and exactly two bottles of beer, before placing both hands on his steer again. ‘’ Grab us a fuckin’ beer while we are at it mamma’. ‘’

[southernchainsawkiller]

She loved country music but she wasn't botherd when he turned the song a bit down. As he drove off again, her own hair started flowing with the wind, making her take a clot of hair and secure it behind her ear.

Her eyes then drifted to the beers that were revealed for both of them. Taking them both, she opened them easily and gave one to him. "There you go. Hey, I'm Tina by the way. Tina Hewitt."

[southernchainsawkiller]

Texan Fellows

@deconecro

The sixteen-year-old Texan girl walked down the road of Travis County, Texas, dragging a chainsaw with her. Her grey, mid-thigh long dress was dirty, as was her face. She was walking at the side of the road, minding any cars that might pass, even though, at that part of the town, that was a rare occasion. 

Still, after a few minutes, the sound of a car engine made her head look up, seeing a distant car coming closer and closer. Luckily, it didn’t seem like a deputy car of another county. Luckily, no victim had ever escaped the Hewitts and spat it all to any Sheriff’s department… so far… The car was from Ruggsville county. Tina Hewitt, smirked a little bit. She had been there once and liked it. She stopped and waited for the car to pass.

[deconecro-deactivated20210422]

‘T was one of those typical hot, fucking, desert cruises Otis always took in his Blue Cadillac Fleetwood Eldorado. His handpalms sweaty from gripping the steering wheel, hairs being pushed around by the wind, wich was generated by the speed, his radio rambling some speedy unkown country song. After a few miles he’d spot some shady figure, distorted by the heath, wandering along the usually dead roads. As any Drifter would do, he pulled over, just in front of the figure, wich now turned out to be a fucked up looking, underaged gal, Otis observed from his front-mirror and waited for the girl to pass the car. ‘’ Ain’t you more fucking lost than a priest at a whorehouse. ‘’

[southernchainsawkiller]

That was a cool car, Tina thought. Back in their house, they had a collection of cars of lost travellers who where unfortunate enough as to seek help at the Hewitt residence. She had the time to look at the man driving it. Even though he had wild Southern characteristics and he was a bit more dirty as she was, he was good looking. 

At seeing him stopping, she opened her step and stopped next to his Cadillac, looking not too intimidated. “Lost? Nah, mister, jus’ takin’ a walk. I know these here parts as I know the back o’ my hand. Nice beauty, by the way.” The girl complimented, motioning at the car with her head. 

[deconecro-deactivated20210422]

A gritty hand moved to brush a few strands of his long grayish-blonde hair out of his face, his expression as neutral as it could be. Eyes rolling up and down over the girl. Her face was unfamilair, but she seemed dusty enough to be a local, thus he did not call bullshit on her claim. ‘’ ‘S that right ‘lil mamma?,      Ain’t the best place ta’ wander ‘round now is it? Lotta’— Reaaaal nasty folks ‘driftin’ ‘round these parts. ‘’ Leaning over the passenger seat he unlocked the car-door. ‘’ Sure is’, c’mon, get your’ dusty ass in here, Before you end up under some asshole’s truck. ‘’

[southernchainsawkiller]

He seemed like an interesting guy. Her own eyes looked him over as he also looked her up and down. 

“Yeah, it’s not really much, but ‘tis my home. I see y’all are from Ruggsville. It’s interestin’ over there. As for the people around here… trust me, I’ve seen some nasty folks in my time.” More rather she lived with a bunch.

Her smirk grew as he unlocked the door, hopping in him Cadillac. “Thank you, mister. So, where y’all headin’ to?” 

[deconecro-deactivated20210422]

The scent of sweat and booze was hanging around Otis, wich naturally was, one with knowledge might’ve also been able to sniff in the steel-ish scent of blood, or atleast notice the stains in the beige seats. ‘’ ‘Figured ya’ were a local,’’ He’d speak, a hand scratching his scruffy beard.      ‘’ Wherever ‘i feel like goin’ mamma’. ‘’

[southernchainsawkiller]

As soon as Tina entered the car, the scent of booze and blood hit her nostrils, making her chuckle lightly. She strangely felt like home. If only she knew that he was coming of a family just like hers. That would explain a lot. 

"Born an' raised a proud Texan." Said the girl with a grin. "Yeh do? I wish I was like you. Goin' anywhere I want, when I want."

[southernchainsawkiller]

// @deconecro I will brb for a while but I will be back to continue our rp!

[southernchainsawkiller]

Texan Fellows

@deconecro

The sixteen-year-old Texan girl walked down the road of Travis County, Texas, dragging a chainsaw with her. Her grey, mid-thigh long dress was dirty, as was her face. She was walking at the side of the road, minding any cars that might pass, even though, at that part of the town, that was a rare occasion. 

Still, after a few minutes, the sound of a car engine made her head look up, seeing a distant car coming closer and closer. Luckily, it didn’t seem like a deputy car of another county. Luckily, no victim had ever escaped the Hewitts and spat it all to any Sheriff’s department… so far… The car was from Ruggsville county. Tina Hewitt, smirked a little bit. She had been there once and liked it. She stopped and waited for the car to pass.

[deconecro-deactivated20210422]

‘T was one of those typical hot, fucking, desert cruises Otis always took in his Blue Cadillac Fleetwood Eldorado. His handpalms sweaty from gripping the steering wheel, hairs being pushed around by the wind, wich was generated by the speed, his radio rambling some speedy unkown country song. After a few miles he’d spot some shady figure, distorted by the heath, wandering along the usually dead roads. As any Drifter would do, he pulled over, just in front of the figure, wich now turned out to be a fucked up looking, underaged gal, Otis observed from his front-mirror and waited for the girl to pass the car. ‘’ Ain’t you more fucking lost than a priest at a whorehouse. ‘’

[southernchainsawkiller]

That was a cool car, Tina thought. Back in their house, they had a collection of cars of lost travellers who where unfortunate enough as to seek help at the Hewitt residence. She had the time to look at the man driving it. Even though he had wild Southern characteristics and he was a bit more dirty as she was, he was good looking. 

At seeing him stopping, she opened her step and stopped next to his Cadillac, looking not too intimidated. “Lost? Nah, mister, jus’ takin’ a walk. I know these here parts as I know the back o’ my hand. Nice beauty, by the way.” The girl complimented, motioning at the car with her head. 

[deconecro-deactivated20210422]

A gritty hand moved to brush a few strands of his long grayish-blonde hair out of his face, his expression as neutral as it could be. Eyes rolling up and down over the girl. Her face was unfamilair, but she seemed dusty enough to be a local, thus he did not call bullshit on her claim. ‘’ ‘S that right ‘lil mamma?,      Ain’t the best place ta’ wander ‘round now is it? Lotta’— Reaaaal nasty folks ‘driftin’ ‘round these parts. ‘’ Leaning over the passenger seat he unlocked the car-door. ‘’ Sure is’, c’mon, get your’ dusty ass in here, Before you end up under some asshole’s truck. ‘’

[southernchainsawkiller]

He seemed like an interesting guy. Her own eyes looked him over as he also looked her up and down. 

“Yeah, it’s not really much, but ‘tis my home. I see y’all are from Ruggsville. It’s interestin’ over there. As for the people around here... trust me, I’ve seen some nasty folks in my time.” More rather she lived with a bunch.

Her smirk grew as he unlocked the door, hopping in him Cadillac. “Thank you, mister. So, where y’all headin’ to?” 

[southernchainsawkiller]

Texan Fellows

@deconecro

The sixteen-year-old Texan girl walked down the road of Travis County, Texas, dragging a chainsaw with her. Her grey, mid-thigh long dress was dirty, as was her face. She was walking at the side of the road, minding any cars that might pass, even though, at that part of the town, that was a rare occasion. 

Still, after a few minutes, the sound of a car engine made her head look up, seeing a distant car coming closer and closer. Luckily, it didn’t seem like a deputy car of another county. Luckily, no victim had ever escaped the Hewitts and spat it all to any Sheriff’s department… so far… The car was from Ruggsville county. Tina Hewitt, smirked a little bit. She had been there once and liked it. She stopped and waited for the car to pass.

[deconecro-deactivated20210422]

‘T was one of those typical hot, fucking, desert cruises Otis always took in his Blue Cadillac Fleetwood Eldorado. His handpalms sweaty from gripping the steering wheel, hairs being pushed around by the wind, wich was generated by the speed, his radio rambling some speedy unkown country song. After a few miles he’d spot some shady figure, distorted by the heath, wandering along the usually dead roads. As any Drifter would do, he pulled over, just in front of the figure, wich now turned out to be a fucked up looking, underaged gal, Otis observed from his front-mirror and waited for the girl to pass the car. ‘’ Ain’t you more fucking lost than a priest at a whorehouse. ‘’

[southernchainsawkiller]

That was a cool car, Tina thought. Back in their house, they had a collection of cars of lost travellers who where unfortunate enough as to seek help at the Hewitt residence. She had the time to look at the man driving it. Even though he had wild Southern characteristics and he was a bit more dirty as she was, he was good looking. 

At seeing him stopping, she opened her step and stopped next to his Cadillac, looking not too intimidated. “Lost? Nah, mister, jus’ takin’ a walk. I know these here parts as I know the back o’ my hand. Nice beauty, by the way.” The girl complimented, motioning at the car with her head. 

[southernchainsawkiller]

Texan Fellows

@deconecro

The sixteen-year-old Texan girl walked down the road of Travis County, Texas, dragging a chainsaw with her. Her grey, mid-thigh long dress was dirty, as was her face. She was walking at the side of the road, minding any cars that might pass, even though, at that part of the town, that was a rare occasion. 

Still, after a few minutes, the sound of a car engine made her head look up, seeing a distant car coming closer and closer. Luckily, it didn’t seem like a deputy car of another county. Luckily, no victim had ever escaped the Hewitts and spat it all to any Sheriff’s department... so far... The car was from Ruggsville county. Tina Hewitt, smirked a little bit. She had been there once and liked it. She stopped and waited for the car to pass.

[southernchainsawkiller]

// Do I owe anyone any replies to rps? Please let me know as I am lost. I tried to find most of them.