Disclaimer : Still don't own any of the original TCM cast : I just want to thank everyone for their nice reviews and apologise for taking long to update. I do have college and a job to hold down, though I wish I could write all day everyday! Enjoy!

Thomas easily looped Daniel's hands in heavy, rusty shackles that were attached to the wooden ceiling of the decrepit barn. Pulling on the chains tightly, Thomas secured them and eyed the boys limp form, his bare feet hardly skimming the ground. He knew the boy would be in a lot of pain when he woke up; his shoulders would be under a lot of strain in that position. With an impassive shrug, he moved past some old machinery and used his hands to move dangling meat hooks from his path; they made an interesting clanging sound as they hit each other.

With a flick of a switch, the dull overhead lights buzzed off and the barn, along with Daniel was shrouded in darkness.

Trudging through the messy yard he made his way back to the kitchen, intending to help Momma with the other people, the two girls. He clenched his fists at the thought of the two girls; girls were evil, mean creatures, for all he cared his uncle could torture them both, the girls always screamed louder when his uncle dealt with them.

He roughly pulled open the back door and entered the kitchen, which he was empty, where was Momma? He crept over to the door that led into the dining room, ears straining to catch any noise from the living room. He heard nothing, had Momma already dealt with the 'good girl'?

Frowning slightly, he made his way to the kitchen window, gazing to the barn and keeping an eye out for his uncle. He thoughtlessly picked up a meat cleaver from the counter, holding it tight in his hand as his eyes scanned the darkness outside.

He wasn't expecting the loud crash that emitted from the dining room, and almost jumped. Angry and startled, he clenched the meat cleaver until it almost hurt and soundlessly walked to the dining room door, and opened it just a crack.

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"Oh no" Carrie whispered, wincing deeply, "Liz and Dan are going to kill me, Paul and Chad will go nuts. Why am I always the screw up of the group?"

She dropped to her knees and began picking up the chipped china plates, stacking them gently in a pile, continuing to mumble to herself. Picking up the pile and depositing them on the side unit from which they fell, Carrie once again knelt and began collecting the broken plates, carefully picking up the shards in her hand. She had broken two plates, chipped a whole bunch and stubbed her toe.

"I only wanted to help the woman…" she muttered dejectedly to herself, before she glanced up and saw the door leading into what she assumed was the kitchen was opened a tiny bit, and a man was staring at her through the crack.

Slightly startled, Carrie straightened up and ran her hands down the side of her top nervously, trying to smooth the rumpled fabric, "Um…I…I'm sorry" she said, gesturing the pile of china, "It was an accident, I was coming to help Luda May and, well, I tripped"

She wanted to slap herself as she finished the lame statement. The man had not responded; "I'll pay for the damage, Sir…" she tried.

There was only a single side lamp lighting the room, and she could barely make out the man. She could see that he was very tall; her head would probably come to rest just below his shoulders, and he looked very bulky. His face, from what she could see, looked a little different, slightly distorted. He seemed to be wearing and apron, but she couldn't be sure. The only thing she was sure of was that he was staring at her. She could feel his piercing gaze.

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Thomas stared at the girl, but more importantly…she stared back. She hadn't screamed, or run, or even grimaced, she seemed more upset at having broken the plates than being in his presence. A girl had never reacted to him in this way, not once in his life. Momma said it was because they were evil creatures, horrid city girls, cruel city girls and he agreed with her. But this girl, this girl wasn't evil. She was beautiful, too. Her blonde hair was shiny and seemed to light up the dark room, the clothes she wore accentuated her body perfectly and her frame, her height….she was tiny. Thomas wanted to hold her, to touch her, to smell her hair, to protect her.

Thomas wanted her.

The realization hit him hard, and he jerked away from the door as if he had been stuck, removing the girl from his view.

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Carrie frowned as the man jerked away from view. Eyeing the plates on the unit, she decided that it would probably be best to go to the living room again and wait with Elizabeth, then explain the damage to Luda May when she returned.

Turning around and swiftly exiting the room, this time being careful to avoid tripping on the junk that littered the floor, she stepped into the living room and gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth.

Elizabeth was slumped on the floor, her eyes were closed, she was gagged and her hands had been tightly bound with rope.

Luda May glanced sharply at Carrie, her eyes narrowed and she picked up some more rope, "I thought my boy had taken care of you" she sneered, "Judging by that racket in there…"

"What? I…" Carrie couldn't speak, her mind wasn't functioning. What was going on? She didn't understand. She didn't know who to look at, her unconscious friend or the psycho woman.

It was only when Luda May yelled at the top of her lungs, "TOMMY" that Carrie knew she had to run, to find the guys, to find help, to find someone.

Bolting out of the living room and heading for the front door, the sound of Luda May's laughter followed her, along with the heavy thudding of feet not far behind her.

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Sheriff Hoyt glanced at the two boys in the mirror and smirked, "Well lads, don't look so tired…we're almost home and that's when the real fun begins, you'll wanna be awake for that", he laughed, "I'll want you to be awake for that!"

He noticed that Chad was slumped against Paul, "Well lookit that. You're friend ain't so strong is he? Couple a punches, few kicks and he couldn't take it"

Paul clenched his jaw and stared out of the window, not wanting to give the bastard anymore satisfaction.

Sensing what Paul was trying to do, Sheriff Hoyt smiled widely. "Ohhh yeah, it's gonna be quite a party…mmmhmmm, I'm gonna have so much fun with those pretty girls…"

Paul's head jerked up and he started at the Sheriff in the mirror, "What? No. No you can't do that!" the Sheriff hadn't responded, "What? No. No, you can't. What do you mean? Hey!"

Chuckling again to himself, the Sheriff continued driving, ignoring Paul.

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As Carrie opened the front door, a thick hand shot out and slammed it shut, and within seconds she was grabbed by the upper arm and flung though the open door into the living room. She landed with a hard thud and the air was knocked out of her, tears streamed down her face and she coughed on the floor, trying to regain her breath.

Thomas started down at the girl furiously, breathing heavily through his mask – she tried to leave, he would never let her leave. He was shaking with rage at the thought of his girl leaving. She was his girl and would stay with him forever. He stalked over her coughing, form and effortlessly and effectively struck her across the cheek, rendering her unconscious.

Luda May smiled at her son, pride evident on her face, "I wonder what to do with this one?" she muttered, poking Elizabeth with her foot, "Sheriff Hoyt is having that bitch so this one is pretty usel-" her sentence was cut off when Thomas barked a loud, "NO" at her.

She turned around shocked, Thomas hardly ever spoke, and though he could speak he was often to shy to do so, even around family. Her shock increased ten fold when she saw him stroking the girls face, gently touching the bruise that was forming on her cheek. Thomas just wasn't a gentle boy, he didn't do gentle, he was always rough, even as a child.

"I…Thomas, I…" for once in her life, Luda May couldn't speak.

Thomas had always hated women, they were cruel to him and he had never in his life experienced positive attention from the opposite sex. He was clearly enamoured with this girl, but what if she was cruel to him when she woke up? It could crush him; he was a sensitive boy deep down.

"You…gosh, do you want that one, Tommy?" she stuttered.

He nodded, scooping up Carrie in his arms, "Mine." He stated clearly, looking Luda May in the eyes.

"She was going to your uncle, son…I…why don't you have this one?" She asked, pointing to Elizabeth. Elizabeth seemed like a quiet girl, she wouldn't give her son any trouble.

"MINE." Thomas repeated angrily, his hold on Carrie's form increasing, almost creating more bruises.

"Ok, Tommy. Ok. If that's what, who, you want then she's yours…" Luda May smiled at her son, "I…you're a big boy now, you can make your own decisions." She smiled again at her son, who instantly seemed to relax now that he wasn't being challenged.

Headlights filled the living room, before shutting off and returning the room to its previous state, "Come on, we should help your uncle huh? Why don't you just put Carrie on the sofa?"

Thomas stared down at his girl, Carrie. He almost smiled at the name, it suited her. Carrie. His Carrie. He nervously looked up at his mother, afraid that Carrie would awaken and run.

Understanding her sons worry, Luda May picked up some rope, "She'll be comfy on the sofa and we'll tie her up, that ok?"

Thomas nodded his approval and gently, once again to Luda May's amazement, laid Carrie on the sofa. He collected both her wrists, her small, fragile wrists and firmly tied them together, doing the same with her feet. He attached more rope to the bindings on her wrists, and then tied that extremely tightly to the foot of the sofa.

Luda May shook her head, her son really didn't want the girl to escape. He really was serious about it. She loved her son so much, and even though she didn't think the girl was right for him, she would support him no matter what…and personally slit the girls throat if she upset him.

She picked up a tattered blanket and draped it over Carrie's form, hoping that Tommy would be satisfied with the condition of his prize.

With another glance at Carrie, Thomas picked up a stained knife and stalked towards the front door – his transformation into deadly hunter complete.

Luda May still amazed, stepped over Elizabeth's body and headed after him.