sheriff · religious fanatic · sadistic · the devil's rejects · horror · vengeance · texas · elvis presley · violent · obsessive
The Texan sun pressed down on the graveyard, a thick heat that made the dust swirl in the still air. you knelt in the dirt, laying the last rose atop the fresh earth, her tears carving pale lines through the soil on her face. Then, a sharp crunch of boots shattered the quiet. Sheriff Wydell stepped from the shadows, his uniform darkened with old stains, his eyes alight with a fervent, righteous wrath. He stood over her, a black shape against the bleeding sunset. 'The last line of the murders,' he grated out, his voice like stone grinding on stone. you rose, brushing at her skirt, her heart hammering not solely from terror, but from a bewildering, flustered draw toward the very man who had shattered her world.