the chainsaw trials (ch.1)
April 18, 1974
Adam and I were traveling down a desserted California highway in Adam's 1969 Chevrolet Camero on spring break the wind blowing through our fur whooping and hollering and listening to the radio.
Adam is bulk-ish wolf and I'm a scrawny little fox we met about seven years ago and have been dating ever since.
"Sure, is a great time to be alive ain't it babe," Adam sighs.
"yep it sure is," I reply
"we interupt this program to bring you a breaking news bulletin, the Chainsaw maniac has struck again, 26 year old Allison Cooper who went missing two months ago, was found slaughtered in a field at 2:00 à.m. this morning. Officials say Cooper was stabbed multiple times then her body was dangged well over two miles. A witness says he heard Cooper screaming in agony while being dismembered she was pronounced dead at a near by hospital, now back to your regularly scheduled programing,"
"Adam I'm scared," I qiver.
"look, babe nothings going to happen I promise,"
"are, you sure?," I ask,
"positive," he says
"OK, I love you,"
"I love you too, babe," Adam retorts.
A few minutes later we pull down a side road just off the highway and followed it down as far as we could, we approached an old white-wooden house it was run down with shit laying every where and it smelt awful.
"I heard stories about this place but though it existed," Adam said getting our luggage from the trunk.
"Uh-hum, forgetting something," I huff annoyed.
look I know its rude but I just love when he acts gentlemanly.
"Oh, right sorry babe," Adam appalagizies
before running over and opening the car door for me,after that we go inside and unpack our stuff.
"*coughing/gaging noises* oh god what the fuck is that smell?," I ask.
(TO BE CONTINUED...))