Chapter 212: The End of the Bloodline  

Chapter 212: The End of the Bloodline 

Carnival Night. 

Sawyer Manor. 

"Burt, you can't do this. She's just a victim—she hasn't done anything." 

The sheriff tried to stop the mayor from committing murder. 

"She's breathing, isn't she?" 

Mayor Burt sneered and signaled to his three men. "Come with me. We're wiping out the last trace of this cursed bloodline tonight—finally finishing what we left undone over twenty years ago." 

"Yeah!" 

The men who had participated in the massacre all those years ago cheered as they looked at the luxurious Sawyer Manor. 

Like the mayor, they weren't motivated by vengeance for family members killed by Leatherface. Their real reason was greed. 

One look at their worn-out clothes was enough to tell they were struggling—just like Penny, Leonard's mother-in-law, would call them: white trash. 

Drinking, boasting, brawling—even killing. That was their expertise. 

Living a responsible life? Not a chance. 

Over the years, some had gotten divorced, while others remained lifelong bachelors. They were no different from the vagrants and outlaws in old outlaw stories. 

When Mayor Burt gathered them, he had already hinted at the reward. Once Heather was dead and the Sawyer estate was theirs, they'd each get a share. 

And judging by the wealth of the Sawyer Manor, that share would be more than enough to drink, feast, and live lavishly for quite some time. 

That was all they cared about. 

Was Heather innocent? 

They didn't care. 

Just like how the so-called "heroes" of old had innocent blood on their hands, these men convinced themselves that they were on a righteous mission—one led by the mayor himself. 

"Sheriff, stay out of this." 

Mayor Burt's son, Officer Junior Hettman, blocked the sheriff's path with a smirk. 

"You—" 

The sheriff's face darkened, his hand instinctively reaching for his holster. 

"Whoa, whoa, easy there, Sheriff. My dad's the mayor, remember?" 

Junior Hettman flinched and quickly reached for his own gun, raising his voice in warning. 

The sheriff's expression flickered with hesitation before he finally let out a long sigh and removed his hand from his gun. He could only watch as the mayor and his three men climbed over the estate wall. 

Just like all those years ago—when he had stood by, powerless, as the Sawyer family was slaughtered. 

Even if he stopped Mayor Burt tonight, the mayor would just fire him tomorrow. Then what? He'd lose his job and still be unable to protect Heather. 

Between an innocent life and his own survival, he had made his choice. And that was human nature. 

"Don't worry, this will all be over soon. For good, this time." 

Junior Hettman grinned. 

The sheriff ignored him. 

He despised second-generation brats like this the most. 

BANG! BANG! BANG! 

"AHHH!!!" 

"Son of a bitch!" 

Gunshots erupted from within the manor, followed by screams and cursing. 

"What the hell?" 

Junior Hettman's face twisted in panic as he hurriedly climbed over the wall to back up his father. 

The sheriff followed. 

Once inside, they were met with a gruesome sight—Burt's men lay on the ground, lifeless. One of them had been nearly blasted apart. 

It had been a trap. 

Heather, after months of training with Adam and Juno, wasn't as defenseless as they had thought. And with the brute strength of Leatherface by her side, the arrogant mayor and his men had met their end. 

"Holy shit!" 

The sheriff stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened. 

"Dad? Are you okay?" 

Junior Hettman raised his gun, scanning the area as he called out. 

BZZZZZZZ! 

A familiar chainsaw revved from the basement, making their faces go pale. 

"No!" 

Junior Hettman had heard the stories of the Chainsaw Killer. He sprinted toward the sound. 

BANG! 

A single gunshot rang out. 

Junior Hettman collapsed instantly. 

"Heather?" 

The sheriff stared in disbelief at the figure who had fired. 

"It's me." 

Heather stepped forward, gun in hand, arms wide open as she let out a wild, almost hysterical laugh. "Sheriff, did you come with the mayor to wipe out my family too?" 

Beside her, Leatherface gripped his chainsaw, ready for a fight. 

"…" 

The sheriff hesitated, thinking she had killed out of desperation. A wave of guilt flashed across his face, and he slowly lowered his gun. 

"No, I didn't. I was trying to stop them." 

"Well, looks like you failed." 

Heather smirked, glancing at Junior Hettman's lifeless body. 

"It's over," the sheriff sighed. "Burt is dead. His son and his men, too. No one will come after you anymore. But what about your cousin? Newt can't afford any more deaths." 

"To him, animals and humans are no different. And there will always be animals—you can buy them with money." 

Heather's voice was steady now, her madness replaced by determination. "My grandmother kept him locked in the basement for over twenty years, and Newt was fine, wasn't it? My grandmother is gone, but I'll take over her duty until he naturally passes away." 

"Is that a promise?" 

The sheriff studied her closely. 

"It is." 

Heather met his gaze. 

After a long pause, the sheriff finally lowered his gun completely and let out a breath. 

"Fine. Clean up all traces of this. Let's end this here." 

He hadn't been able to stop the mayor, but he had despised what they were doing—breaking into someone's home to murder for money. 

Now that they were dead, he had no reason to stand up for them. 

In a small Texas town like this, a few missing people were nothing out of the ordinary. Even if one of them had been the mayor—who, in reality, was nothing more than an honorary titleholder. 

As the sheriff left, Heather stood among the wreckage, momentarily lost in thought. 

In just one week… how had she become this person? 

--- 

One month later. 

"Adam, I took a break from school. My adoptive father left my adoptive mother. She's in a lot of pain, so I'm staying with her." 

Heather was on the phone. 

"What's really going on?" 

Adam's voice was heavy. 

For the past month, Heather had kept making excuses not to return, refusing to let Adam visit her. If he still didn't realize something was wrong, he'd be a fool. 

"Nothing. I inherited a huge fortune. School doesn't matter much anymore—better to just run the farm." 

Heather sighed. "Remember your theory about love? I think we should take a step back—more than friends, less than lovers. I'll probably stay here, but I'll visit you, Juno, and Karen in New York when I can." 

"You're sure?" 

Adam had a feeling he already knew the truth. 

"I'm sure." 

Heather smiled. "Once I've sorted everything out, I'll invite you guys over." 

"…I see." 

Adam sighed. "Take care, and stay safe." 

"I will." 

Heather ended the call with a smile, but tears streamed down her face. 

"You regret it now, don't you?" 

Her adoptive mother, clutching a bottle of alcohol, exhaled smoke and sneered drunkenly. "I told you not to come back to Newt, but you wouldn't listen. Happy now?" 

Heather remained silent, tears falling. 

"Crying? Over a man? Please. You're rich now. You can have any man you want." 

"Adam is different." 

Heather shook her head. 

"Then bring him here. Get pregnant. Tie him down." 

Heather's mother chuckled darkly. 

"I will never have children." 

Heather whispered, "The Sawyer bloodline ends with me." 

And she was grateful—grateful she had kept her mother here, because that meant there was still a sliver of hope.