Chapter 5: Machines and Leather

[Carousel Boutique. A Few Hours Later.]

Rarity had been drinking heavily for hours since she arrived back in the safety of her home, The Carousel Boutique. She needed to get the image of a royal guard being ripped to shreds and the monster out of her mind. She knew downing a few shots, or glasses, full of Apple Scotch would help her relax. Rarity wore her finest white fur robe. Laying herself on her bed, Rarity filled a wine class with the scotch and, in one toss back, emptied it. She signed happily and laid back, feeling the scotch massage her nerves. She looked to her side saw a book sitting next to her on the bed. She picked it up and flipped open the cover. She eyes began scanning the contents of the page, taking in the setting of the book and the character's dialogue. Rarity had already forgotten the day once she turned to the next page of her book. She thought nothing could possibly drive her away from her evening now. However, a sudden sound of trashcans being knocked over made Rarity shoot a look toward her window. She gulped and waited for another metallic sound. Another metal bang and Rarity muffles a scream. She slowly crawls out of bed and walks over to her window. She tried to tell herself to look to see what made the noise, but her bitter judgment was screaming at her to ignore it. Rarity pauses for a moment, taking in deep breathes to calm her emotions. When she finally worked up the courage, Rarity peaked over the edge of her window. She squinted her eyes to see past the black of night. On the side of the entrance of the boutique, a few of the trash cans were knocked over. The trash littering the earth with filthy. Rarity despised filth and didn't want anywhere near her, except on a few occasions.

Figuring it was only Opal who kicked over the garage, Rarity walked down the stairs from the upper floor and hurried to the front. She opened the door and felt the cold chill of the night nip at her nose. She held her robe shut as she looked over and saw the garbage. With a look of disgust, Rarity picked up the litter and placed it back in the metal cans. She finished in a matter of minutes. When the deed was done, Rarity nodded in victory and was about to turn back toward her open front door and she saw something strange out of the corner of her eye. She stopped and looked toward the Jason Voorhees statue in front of the mayors office. The moon shined from behind the statue, blocking out any features of the massive sculpture and instead made it seem like darkness in the light. Rarity didn't know why, but she just stood there and looked at the scene. It was almost like something you would see in a dream. A omen or prophecy that was being predicted. However, it was some prophecy, it had already come and died years ago. Good riddance, Rarity thought at times. She never like the masked wolf man, but due to her little sisters relationship with him she had no choice but to like him. With him gone, she can hate that statue in peace.

Rarity's attention was drawn to something else at the statue. A massive figure standing in front of it. In its hands was an odd looking tool. She didn't make out any features but she could tell he was very out of shape. The figures mere size alone made it seem intimidating. Rarity felt nervous just looking at it. She wanted to ignore the burly figure but she couldn't help but feel curious about what he was doing exactly. She narrowed her eyes and kept quiet as she observed the figure stare at the statue. Almost like reliving a distant memory. Thinking of the figure as a harmless admirer, Rarity quickly turned to go back into her house when she kicked over the trashcan she just finished cleaning up. She looked over her shoulder, seeing the figure in the moonlight looking directly at her. Rarity quickly scrambled inside the boutique and slammed the door shut. Rarity spent a good hour barracking her front door and windows. Wanting to believe the burly figure she saw ignored her.

"I-its okay...e-everything will b-be okay." Rarity said as she cradled herself.

Who was that pretty white angel? She was pony, but that wasn't what caught his gaze. Her eyes were beyond beautiful and her sweet and elegant voice made his heart throb. He had to see her again. This time, without her screaming and running away. It started to become a pattern with every pretty girl he liked. They always screamed and run way from him. It made it seem as though they didn't like him. He couldn't imagine why. A sudden lift of his heavy boot, connecting with a metal chain reminded him. Oh, that's why. Moaning in sadness, the hefty figure lifted his favorite "toy" and placed it on his back with a strap. He was carful not to cut his mask from the blade. With heavy grunt, the hefty man began his walk over to the building where the pretty pony ran into. He didn't want to kill. He just wanted to see her again and be on his way. He tipped toed around the colorful building, looking inside each window. Nothing but wood covering them.

Frustrated, the hefty man lifted his toy from his back. He grabbed the ignition pulley and listened to the small engine inside start up. Cracking a deformed, toothy grin; he rammed his toy into the window and watched as the wood was sliced apart. When the wood fell from where it nailed, he saw the inside of the home. The inside looked abandoned. Confused, the hefty man reached his arm in to open the window. Suddenly a piercing pain came to his hand and he pulled it back with a pain induced moan. He looked at the back of his hairy hand and saw their was a small gash. She stabbed him, he thought. Fury fueled the man's emotions and he let out a angry growl. Revving up his toy, he walked over to the front door of the building and began cutting through it. With a massive X on the door, the burly man kicked it off its hinges. He heard a woman scream come from within. Cracking a grin, he walked into the building. The man turned off his toy and slung it onto his back. He pulled out a rusty old hammer from his back pocket. He didn't want to cause anymore noise then he already has.

He walked steadily through the interior. Walking past nice looking furniture. He looked and saw a bottle of whiskey sitting on a glass table in front of a couch. She drinks? The man gave a disgusted expression. It reminded him of his brothers and how they drank and smoked all the time. How it smelled from his bed room late at night when they had their parties, ones he couldn't attend because of his...personality. To be in this strange place, away from his family, was an absolute vacation! Finally he could have a few days away from them. However he will miss his older brothers' "meaty" chili though. His mouth watered at the thought. The sudden sound of something being knocked over on the floor above made him look up. She's upstairs, perfect.

Rarity was in the midst of a major panic. A strange beast has broken into her home and is now hunting her. Thinking no where else to hide, she went into the bathroom. She thought if she stayed inside there for a few hours he would go away. Though knocking over a shampoo bottle probably ruined that happening. Rarity held still. Not daring to move any further in the bathtub. She held her breathe as the eerie silence of her home made her shiver. She looked toward the door. She couldn't see a shadow under the crack. Could he have already gone away? Rarity was about to go and check when the sound of a door breaking made her scream silently into her hands. She sat in a feeble position in her tub. She listened as door after door was being kicked open. Rarity could hear her doors being kicked open closer toward her. When it came to the last two doors on the upper floor, nothing happened. She now could hear the heavy steps of the beast walking along the floor. She held her breathe as she saw the shadow crept under the crack of the bathroom door. She heard the beasts heavy breathing and the tapping of his foot.

It was frustrated. Hell bent on finding and killing her. Rarity looked and swathe knife she brought with her into the bathroom. Blood soaked the tip of it. She held it close to her as she saw the shadow not moving. Then, she heard a heavy sign and saw the shadow of the beast move away. She heard it going down her stairs and disappearing. Could it have left? Rarity slowly stood up and tip toed toward the door. She put an ear to it and listened. It was silent. It did leave. Rarity unlocked the door and swung it open. She took a step out of the door frame and saw the figure standing outside the door with a disgusting grin under some sort of stitched together mask with black hair. It wore a green black flannel with a dirty apron around its neck and belly. On the apron was what silently scared Rarity, a bloody hand print. At the last second, Rarity saw the figure lift a hammer in its right hand and swing it at her. Then, everything turned black. Her body fell to the floor like a ragdoll and the burly figure stood over.

He did it. He found her. She wasn't dead though. He made sure not to swing to hard. With a happy moan, the burly man lifted the pretty pony by her back and legs and carried her down the stairs like a knight with a princess. He gently placed her down on the living room couch and sat in front of her. He guessed he should just stay here. The man had no where else to go. Signing he looked at his hammer and saw blood covered the end he hit the pony with. He panicked slightly, jumping to his feet lifting her mane. His suspicions were confirmed. She was bleeding. Biting his nail, the man scrambled into the kitchen and brought back bandages he found next to the sink. He unraveled the bandage like his mama used to and placed it on the pretty pony's head. A job accomplished, he returned to his original seat and waited for her to wake up. Memories of him being this nice were rare. Even them when he was, his brother Hitchhiker always picked on him.

'Dammit Leatherface! Stop being polite to the dinner!'

But this pony wasn't a human. She was a pony. One Leatherface wanted to keep. This time, his brothers wouldn't bother him about it. Because they weren't here. Leatherface smiled and giggled to himself. He liked this place, he didn't know why. It was like the moment he went through that strange purple circle, he felt more wonderful then he ever did. He then remembered the statue. That thing looked a lot like his friend. His only friend. Leatherface looked out the window and saw the moon gliding past the statue and over the horizon. He wished Jason was still around. He would've enjoyed this place.