Texas Chainsaw Masochist

by Markus Fredericks

  TEXAS CHAINSAW MASOCHIST

  Markus Fredericks

  Copyright © 2015, Markus Fredericks all rights reserved.

  All rights reserved.

  Note: All characters & locations portrayed in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to any actual people or locations is coincidental. In particular, I had the opportunity to personally meet several undertakers. I have found them all to be quite likeable, and they treat every decedent with utmost respect (unlike the characters portrayed in this book).

  ISBN: 1502491753

  ISBN 13: 9781502491756

  CONTENTS

  Preface

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  Preface:

  Hi, I’m Markus Fredericks, author of many books from a variety of genres, and I have been a ‘horror movie buff’ since I was a little kid. I used to stay up late to watch, ‘Nightmare Theater’, on my parent’s black and white TV every Friday night. Back in the day, I enjoyed being scared by silly stuff such as ‘Frankenstein’ and ‘The Creature from the Black Lagoon’. However, as I matured so did my tastes, although I still love a quality ‘horror movie’.

  Sadly, too many (but thankfully not all) horror flicks rely too heavily on gore and Special Effects. They tend to have weak story lines, and the main ‘monster characters’ usually seem to enjoy wreaking havoc on innocent victims at random. One of my all-time, favorite ‘horror movies’ is the original, ‘Silence of the Lambs’. It has way less gore than most horror flicks, yet it is way scarier.

  That’s when I decided to write this unique story, TEXAS CHAINSAW MASOCHIST. The protagonist – or ‘monster’ if you prefer, actually is the hero. Although he is a very violent lunatic, he only targets people of ill-repute, and he is very loyal to the few friends he ever encounters. Don’t worry, I made sure to include plenty of fascinating, deliciously-conceived gore, so lovers of the macabre won’t be disappointed.

  ATTENTION: MOVIE PRODUCERS of Horror Films – Here is the ‘sure winner’ you have been waiting for... This is a relatively, ‘low budget’, easy to make film, which will have movie viewers (and book readers alike), begging for a sequel. I can be contacted via my e-mail: markusfredericks@yahoo.com.

  By the way, the inspiration for the TEXAS CHAINSAW MASOCHIST came by way of a ‘fact-based’ science fiction series I co-authored with Bob De Long. It’s called Nataliee’s Alien Abduction, and the main character appears in both of the first two parts of the book series.

  I’ve also written a variety of other books, including: The Princess and the Viking. It’s a fascinating, magical story set in old Ireland. Amazingly, the book is based on actual people in my family tree, along with relatives from my co-author, Grace Christie.

  For something completely different, I also wrote a Mafia action/ comedy called: SON OF A DON. My good friend – actor, Rick Cordeiro, will be playing the lead role of ‘Gino Morella’. For updates on this, visit my website at www.markusfredericks.com and check out the SON OF A DON Facebook page.

  Thank you, Markus Fredericks

  ***A special ‘thank you’ to Bob De Long, for editing ***

  and

  *** A special ‘thank you’ to my friend, Grace Christie, for proofreading ***

  Texas Chainsaw Masochist

  By: Markus Fredericks

  Contrary to extensive psychiatric evaluations, Todd Waddington had been misdiagnosed as a psychopathic serial killer. A true psychopath often kills aimlessly, showing no remorse, and often having no recollection of his murderous deeds. Contrarily, when Todd set his mind on torturing someone, he felt a great sense of purpose and dedication. Although his actions were considered to be psychopathic by many, Todd was actually a very compassionate guy who felt a deep sense of extreme remorse and guilt after mutilating his victims. Thus, he always felt compelled to perform acts of self-mutilation after killing his prey. That’s how Todd Waddington earned his nickname: ‘The Texas Chainsaw Masochist’.

  CHAPTER 1

  Our story begins in a small town in rural Texas when Todd was a fifteen year old, high school freshman. He was unusually big and very strong, and he was the school’s best natural athlete who excelled at a wide variety of sports. However, he was an unpopular, ‘only child’, with a speech impediment. It also bothered him a lot when the other local kids often made fun of his father, who worked in a funeral parlor’s crematory, and to supplement his modest income, he was also a grave digger. Thus, none of the other kids ever associated with him and he had no friends.

  Todd’s depression originated when his mother committed suicide for no known reason when he was just ten, and his mental condition further deteriorated last year when his PE teacher coaxed him into trying out for the eighth grade basketball team. Although he was easily the best player, all the other teammates told the coach they would refuse to play if Todd were allowed on the team…

  “Oh n-n-no! Stop! S-s-stop!,” yelled out Todd when he saw Wyatt, the next-door neighbor kid, driving his dad’s tractor lawn mower.

  “Woof – woof,” said Puddles, the miserable, little mutt that Todd had lovingly raised since his sixth birthday.

  Wyatt had set a trap to capture Puddles, whose incessant yapping had irritated the neighborhood for years. He had dug a hole in the middle of his dad’s yard, and buried Puddles up to the top of his neck. Only his cute, little head was above ground level. With an evil grin on his face, Wyatt called out, “OK – you big idiot – watch me turn your dog’s head into fertilizer for our lawn.”

  Wyatt drove the tractor lawn mower straight at Puddles. The blade-cutting depth had been adjusted to the ‘high position’, so that Wyatt would be able to drive straight over the little dog’s head.

  Todd ran across the yard as fast as he could, but he couldn’t get there before he heard Puddles briefly yelping a final death cry. A moment later, Puddles entire head had been turned into bloody mulch. Scraps of dog meat splattered the rapidly approaching Todd, as he charged straight at Wyatt. Todd landed a perfect, flying body tackle and wrestled Wyatt down to the ground.

  “I’m gonna k-k-kill you,” said a stammering Todd with a dead serious look in his eye.

  An uncontrollable rage set in, and Todd launched a ferocious attack on his dog’s executioner. However, there were no traditional punches and kicks thrown. Instead, Todd resorted to tearing the flesh from Wyatt’s face by fish-hooking his fingers into Wyatt’s mouth and yanking hard to rip his lips and cheeks from his face. Next, he leaned forward and bit his nose completely off. The badly bleeding, terrified Wyatt tried to beg for his life, but the adrenalin laced Todd ignored his garbled mutterings as he let go of his facial flesh, and went to overturn the tractor lawn mower onto its side. While the blades of the lawn mower were still spinning, Todd grabbed Wyatt’s head and slowly inched his face towards the spinning lawn mower blades.

  “Oh God, no!” were Wyatt’s final words as Todd slowly ground off Wyatt’s entire face into the rotating, blades of death. After fully half of his head has gone, Todd finally let go of what was left of Wyatt.

  Moments, later, a thoroughly blood-soaked Todd was overcome with emotion, and he openly wept while tearing out handfuls of hair from his scalp. He felt terrible about what he had done, although he felt that Wyatt had given him no other choice. Overcome with guilt, Todd inched his own face closer and closer to the over-turned, tractor lawn mower. With the blades still spinning, he mutilated his
own face by sticking his face forward into the spinning blades. The tip of his nose flew off, and he sustained several deep lacerations to his forehead. Although his injuries were severe, they still were just deep flesh wounds. Seemingly impervious to physical pain, a bleeding Todd slowly staggered back home…

  An emotional Todd gazed over his mom’s grave site behind their house. His father, Lucas Waddington, had dug a grave for her out back when she committed suicide. A small, homemade, wooden cross was stuck into the head of the grave with the simple letters, ‘R.I.P.’, fading as the years went by.

  Since his mom passed away, Todd had lived with his father and his dog, Puddles, in their ramshackle house – up until minutes ago when Wyatt executed his dog. Now, he would live a lonely life with his gruff, unsociable father.

  “Say, boy – whatcha done did to yer face? Crazy boy – let me clean ya off, and throw some bandages on ya. Ya sure as snot know I can’t ‘ford no doctorin’ fer ya, and ya know fine and dandy that we ain’t got no ‘surance’.”

  Lucas led his blood-soaked son to the bathroom, and asked him to sit down on the toilet lid. While his dad dressed up his wounds Todd said, “W-W-Wyatt kilt Puddles.”

  “You don’t say? Well, I never did like that neighborin’ scum puppy. I sure as hell hope ya beat the livin’ tar out of his ass.”

  “P-P-Pa… I k-k-kilt him,” replied Todd.

  “Goddang it, boy, now yer gonna be in a heap o’ trouble. Thank God almighty yer mom ain’t aroun’ anymore to see what a fine mess yer in. I ‘spose the cops will be payin’ us a visit shortly.”

  Soon thereafter, three police squad cars and an ambulance showed up to the neighbor’s house with sirens blaring.

  “There’s no use in hidin’ over here. Follow me, boy. It’s best you fess up to what you done did.”

  By the time they walked over there, the medics had quickly come to the conclusion that Wyatt was certainly dead. His father was doing the best to console his wife, and Wyatt’s sister, Denise.

  The police looked up at Todd and Lucas. Todd looked like a mess since he still wore the same blood soaked clothing and half of his face was wrapped in bloody gauze.

  Lucas stepped forward and said, “Let me ‘splain to y’all what happened. That there sumana bitch, Wyatt, done buried my son’s doggie, Puddles, neck deep into the soil, and then he done ran over the little mutt’s noggin with his pa’s lawn mower. Todd here freaked out, and he tackled him so hard, the goddamn, tractor lawn mower done toppled over. The two kids had a mighty tussle, and the Wyatt boy accidentally got his mug ground off in them there spinnin’ blades. As ya can see, my boy got his face plum caught up in them sharp-ass blades as well.”

  “I’m Sheriff Tanner. I’ll write up a full report on this here incident, but seein’ how messed up your boy is, I suggest he catch a ride in the ambulance to the nearest medical facility.”

  “Just how much is that gonna cost me?” asked a budget-conscious Lucas.

  “Taint gonna cost ya a dime,” replied the sheriff. “The governor of Texas will be much obliged to cover these expenses.”

  … And so the ambulance hauled off Todd to be stitched up at the local hospital.

  The court hearing was scheduled to happen right after Todd’s facial wounds healed up. He was not charged with murder, but he was sent to reform school for initiating the altercation, and the judge suggested that Todd get a psychiatric evaluation…

  CHAPTER 2

  The doctor at the clinic stitched up Todd’s forehead lacerations and bandaged the chopped off tip of his nose. When his dad was informed that Todd’s face could use reconstructive, plastic surgery, Lucas said, “Taint happenin’ ‘less I get lucky nuff to win the state lottery.”

  Thus, ever since mutilating his own face on the tractor lawn mower blades, Todd lived his life with a rather monstrous looking face…

  After a quick court hearing, it was determined that Todd Waddington would be sentenced to a reform school outside of Lubbock, Texas. He was to remain in custody until his eighteenth birthday, about three years hence.

  The facility for wayward teenage boys resembled a prison from the outside, but it had almost dormitory-like rooms on the inside. Todd was assigned to share a small room with a nice-looking, reasonably normal kid named, Cody Hanson.

  Cody had been admitted to the institution about two weeks earlier. He was an above average student, but he had Ophidiophobia – a natural fear of snakes. A heartless, high school classmate of Cody’s thought it would be fun to see what would happen if he stuffed a medium sized, garter snake down the back of his shirt as a crude joke.

  The cruel kid laughed like a devil as he watched a panicking Cody twirling around in frantic circles as he literally shredded the shirt while yanking it off. The snake harmlessly slithered away into the bushes, but a freakish, fit of rage set into the usually docile Cody. Moments later, Cody charged at the boy and hit his face with an intense flurry of punches. He continued beating on him well after he was unconscious. His knuckles were badly hurt from the onslaught – he still had bandaged hands when Todd first met him at the reform school. The judge had sentenced Cody to only a three month stay at the facility.

  Cody was decent, outgoing kid, who actually tried to be friendly with the monstrous-looking Todd. It didn’t seem to bother Cody that Todd avoided most conversations due to his speech impediment. A couple days later, a young, flying, black crow accidentally crashed against their room’s window pane. Cody rescued the injured crow by carrying him inside.

  “Hey Todd, would you please help me hold this bird still? He has a broken wing. I think I can set the broken bone in place. We can use a short pencil as a splint. Keep him motionless while I wrap some tape around the pencil to stabilize his wing.”

  Although Todd hated most people, he was an animal lover. He eagerly assisted Cody to help the poor bird. After successfully helping the injured bird, Cody placed him inside a cardboard box with a lid. Todd cut out a few small holes in the side so that the poor bird could breathe. Cody rounded up a small dish which he filled with water, and placed it inside the box with a few crumbs of bread for the bird to eat.

  “Todd, hopefully the bird will make a full recovery, and can fly away to freedom in a week or two, but you must keep this project of ours a secret. The school warden does not allow any pets of any kind in here.”

  For the next couple of days in their spare time, Todd assisted Cody in taking care of the recovering crow. Todd rarely spoke at all, but he was quite interested in the crow. For the first time ever in Todd’s life, he felt a sense of friendship. However, everything changed drastically when the school warden stopped by their room for a surprise inspection…

  The school warden was Walter Payne. He was a burly, tough, macho guy on the outside, but he had a secret history of disciplining his young male inmates by forcing them into a variety of sexually abusive acts...

  “Boys, what the hell do you have in this box?” asked an irate Mr. Payne.

  A concerned Todd stood quietly while he let Cody do all the talking…

  “Sir, this crow happened to break his wing when he accidentally crashed into our window. We carefully set his broken wing bone and secured it by using a short pencil as a splint. We think he’ll be able to fly again in a week or two. He seems to be making some progress.”

  “Cody Hanson, you know that we have strict rules here which includes a ‘no pets’ policy.”

  “Sir – he’s really not a pet at all. We’ll be releasing him to the wild again as soon as he heels up.”

  “Boy, don’t you dare sass back at me. I make the rules around here, and I say, ‘no pets’, under no circumstances.”

  The warden used his walkie-talkie to call for additional backup. When two armed guards showed up, he instructed them to toss the bird outside at once, and to help him handcuff Cody and Todd with their hands behind their backs.

  Todd remained silent, but he felt his breathing quickening as an inner rage was welling up inside.

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nbsp; “OK, guards – we have some punishment to deal out to these two scoundrels. Lead them to my private little room in the basement.”

  Cody hung his head while tears ran down his cheeks. Todd just glared at Mr. Payne with rage in his eyes as they walked down a flight of concrete stairs.

  The tight, empty room was lit by a bare, hanging light bulb. A lingering smell of mold and mildew permeated the grim-looking room. Both boys expected something bad to happen when the second guard bolted the door shut…

  “OK, boys,” said Mr. Payne, “the only way you’re going to learn some discipline around here is for me to administer some proper punishment. That way you’ll never even consider breaking any of my rules again. Now, get down on your knees – both of you,” he shouted.

  Cody quickly dropped down to his knees, but Todd remained standing upright until a guard struck him behind his knees with a billy club. Mr. Payne yelled at Todd, “Boy, when I tell you to drop to your knees, I goddamn mean it,” and he landed a hard, slap to Todd’s face.

  Next, the warden directed his attention to Cody. He said, “OK, pretty boy, why don’t we start with you?”

  The disgusting, vulgar Mr. Payne unzipped his fly and took out his penis and started to stroke it. Once he got his member fully engorged, he yelled at Cody, “OK, boy, you suck my dick now – or my guards will literally beat your ass to death – and you there, monster boy – I want you to watch and learn how this is done, since you’re going next.”

  Tears of pure horror freely flowed down Cody’s cheeks as he opened his mouth to service the abusive warden. Todd was kneeling down next to them – he knew he was in a terribly bad position with his hands in cuffs behind his back, and two armed guards present to back up the sickening warden…

  After several minutes of oral abuse, the warden let out a disgusting grunt as he exploded his load into the back of young Cody’s mouth. He withdrew his pulsating member from the poor victim and looked at Todd…