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Dangerous	By : FlameWolf666 Category: G through L > House of 1000 Corpses Views: 7010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from House of a 1000 Corpses. All rights to the material belong to Mr. Zombie. This is just for fun and I make no profit from it.

Chapter List
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WARNING!!: Forced Mutilation of a Loved One! Emotional Torture! Physical Torture! Live Mutilation! Disturbing Scenes! Gore! Forced Desecration of Dead Bodies! More Extreme Parts Marked With **

Author's Note: If you couldn't tell, I watched these movies a lot! I kinda consider this a labor of love, as horrifying as some of it has been to write.

Chapter Fourteen: All Hallow's Eve (Part 2)

Otis had stayed inside, forcing me to do the same by grabbing my shoulder to keep me from going anywhere. Not that I really minded missing Grandpa's particular brand of humor or Baby's strange performance. Seeing them both in the movie let me know I wanted no part in what happened during or after. Especially in my condition. A notion the murderer that was now leading me back upstairs seemed to share. “Stay up here and don't do anythin' stupid,” he snarled as he practically tossed me into his room. Then he went into the 'Prep Room', coming back out with a heavy club as a grim look etched itself on his paper white face. Stopping in place for a moment once he reached the middle of the room, he turned to look at me before walking at me at an aggressive pace.
It took all the bravery I had to stay in place, inwardly panicking as he came up to me and captured my face in his rough hands. For a few seconds, he simply glowered at me. “Be careful, these people are a bit older than what you've dealt with before and we have a couple men this time. Jest stay back and let me do th'heavy work. If'n any of em git frisky, don't git any ideas 'bout bein' brave. Call fer help,” he hissed before grabbing a baggy scarecrow costume and a large, homemade, plaster mask. It looked like the over sized head of a gangster, crafted in a way that made the proportions look off and eerie.
Recognizing it as what he had worn while attacking their car, I felt a brief chill of fear race through my veins. Before I had come here, I had been naive enough to think the kids would have lived if Mary hadn't blown up at Baby. Now I knew better. No matter what happened, these people had never been meant to leave here alive. Shuddering at the thought, I rubbed my arms as I wandered to the window; peering out into the inky darkness in some vain hope of seeing what was happening. Unfortunately, this art of the house faced the front yard and the quartet were leaving from the back. I could only hope things went smoothly and I heaved a shaky sigh as I walked away from the window to sit on the creaky bed. All I could do now was wait.
After what seemed like an endless amount of time, I heard screaming and a huge amount of commotion coming from outside. My heart leapt into my throat as I got to my feet, our child rolling slightly in my belly due to the amount of stress I felt. Placing my hand on the five month dome, I made a hushing noise; whimpering slightly when I heard the war-cry Otis let loose. It wouldn't be long before their unconscious bodies were drug inside and divided amongst the family. From there, I would more than likely be forced to take part in the mutilation of Bill. Just because I had come out to Otis as having no interest in murder didn't mean I got out of participating in what he considered bonding activity as well as recreational.
Sure enough, I heard two pairs of heavy steps that were followed closely by a much lighter set and felt the smallest sliver of relief. At least things had gone off without a hitch so far and had corresponded closely with the events of the film. I certainly hoped things continued on that vein but I had the strangest feeling that it wouldn't. Unfortunately I ran out of time for contemplation, the door swinging open to reveal Otis, Baby and R.J. The bigger, bearskin clad man carried Jerry and Bill over his shoulders while his shorter, thinner brother carried Mary and Denise. “Set glasses boy in th'other room, I want his bitch in here. I got somethin' special planned. Baby and Hugo can fight over th'other two,” he bit out, his sister coming in behind him while still dressed in her costume. The outfit was mostly a tight, see-through fishnet, thicker, white material covering her breasts and trailing down to barely cover her womanhood.
Removing her styled, brown wig, Baby gestured to Jerry with a wide smile on her make-up coated face. She had only put a little heart-shaped dot of red lipstick on the front of her lips, giving them a surreal look. The eyebrows she had painted on also didn't help, giving her a lightly sinister appearance. “I want the little cutie here. I have a few idea for games with him,” she cooed, moving out of the way as R.J. turned and walked into the 'Prep Room'. Her 'brother' only shrugged, setting down the brunette he had singled out before carrying the other woman out of the room. The blonde stayed behind, a strange smile on her white painted face that made my skin prickle. It was all too similar to the look she had given me in the bathroom only a short time before and I fought the urge to back away from her.
As if sensing my discomfort, the younger woman slowly prowled forward; her smile only getting wider as she closed the distance. “Ya never told Otis 'bout what happened between us. If ya had, he woulda had my hide by now. Jest what are ya playin' at? Are ya waitin' fer th'opportune time t'fuck me over?” she snarled, more fear than actual aggression showing in her blue gaze.
“As long as you don't intend on actually harming me or my child, I see no reason to bring it up,” I responded quietly, just in case Otis came back. This seemed to throw the murderess for a loop as she stared at me with an unreadable expression on her face.
Suddenly she was wrapping her arms around me tightly, the sudden motion making me go stiff from the instinct to escape. Then she was kissing a cheek with a loud smack, thanking me profusely as she began to cry from sheer relief. “I'm so sorry fer attackin' ya like that. Jest, seein' ya like that…,” she fumbled sniffling slightly. Then she stopped speaking, going stiff as the sound of footsteps was becoming noticeable. Releasing me, she backed away from me rapidly and tried to look as innocent as possible when Otis came back into the room. It was all for naught however, the wraith sensing something was wrong as soon as he came in to room. Fortunately for Baby, Mary chose that moment to moan as she began to regain consciousness.
Taking that as her cue to leave, the blonde fled while I frowned at the stirring victim. She wasn't supposed to wake up until tomorrow and I found that sense of dread from earlier returning in full force. Then she began to scream as she took in where she was, giving me the worst sense of deja-vu. ***“Shut up! Shut th'fuck up!” Otis snarled before slapping her hard, something that wasn't in the film. Mary could only look up at him as she whimpered, tears tracking black mascara down her lightly tanned cheeks.
“Wh-why are you doing this?” she sobbed out, snot bubbling out of her nose and dribbling onto her lower lip as she squirmed in the ropes binding her body. Then her gaze was slowly shifting to me and I froze. Recognition and outright shock shone in her brown eyes as her brow furrowed slightly.***
Otis was yanking her back to face him as I absorbed the subtle differences in dialogue. Everything was happening correctly and yet not, making my head swim slightly as I wondered about what this could imply. Meanwhile, the ghoul continued to deliver the lines that came next word for word; making me shiver from the echo. As soon as he finished his rant about blood and art being forever, I heard Mary ask where Bill was and snapped back to reality when he began to chuckle darkly. “You and Bill are gonna help me in a little project of mine,” he hissed, yanking her to her feet and steering her into the room a lot of horrors had happened in.
I followed at a safe distance, becoming aware of the fact Bill had been hung on a homemade cross. A blue tarp was spread under a tub beneath his booted feet and he groaned as his head lolled. His glasses hung crooked on his blood covered face, one of the lens cracked while the other was gone entirely. This was also wrong! He was supposed to be in one of the sheds so his screams wouldn't disturb the family, not right here! There was also the fact that Baby was supposed to be here helping and Mary wasn't supposed to be involved at all. As more and more discrepancies piled up, I found my unease growing steadily. Had things been meant to play out like this or was my very presence making things skew off from where they should be? I had no answers and I found myself locked in place as events continued to play out.
The poor brunette Otis had dragged in tried to charge toward her unconscious, bound boyfriend with a cry of anguish, making my heart hurt for the child. If I was in her position, I would probably act the same way. “Shut up ya dumb fuckin' whore!” he screamed, slapping her again; loud enough to fill the room with the sound of skin hitting skin.
“We're going to do some work ya lil bitch. Ya know what work is?” he snarled, the words echoing the lines he had skipped earlier but still a bit different. Just different enough to make the chill filling me increase. When she nodded and he sneered, I found myself almost transported to the familiar scene I had watched many times.
***“Yeah, I bet ya do. Well I ain't talkin' 'bout some summer job servin' icecream t'yer dumbass friends,” he bit out, before shoving her into her suspended lover.*** Then he was motioning to me, jolting me out of the light stupor I had slipped into.
Stepping forward almost mechanically, I watched as the killer yanked Mary's head back by her hair. “We're gonna have a lil fun with four-eyes here,” he snarled, pulling out his knife to cut the rope binding her wrists. I closed the distance rapidly, grabbing one of her hands out of sheer instinct while he grabbed the other. The steely expression in his eyes told me he didn't approve of my actions but he made no move to get rid of me, too occupied with the struggling woman who was currently trying to wrench herself free of both of us. After a few minutes, he got her under control; yanking her away from me to pin her arm with his free arm. Some scuffling later and he had forced his knife into her hand while he held her tight against his bony frame.
At this time, a dazed Bill was slowly coming to, his eyes filling with confusion as he tried to make out what was going on through his broken glasses. His short, brown hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat and blood and horror slowly filled his gaze as he saw Otis. Then his gaze shifted to me and he blinked slightly, as if confused to see me there. I never felt more out of place and I found myself once again wondering if I had been the one to cause the divergences. **Unfortunately his attention was snapped back to his girlfriend as the ghoul forced her to cut a deep slit in his pudgy belly. An almost musical scream escaped him and the killer gave me a sharp glace before gesturing with his eyes.
Following his glance, I saw a radio on a metal stand and walked over to turn it on. As soon as my unsteady fingers twisted the nob, the song 'Brick House' came blasting out of the speaker. Just hearing it brought me back to the scene that should be happening right now but wasn't. Instead, something even more twisted was taking place. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to banish the dizziness that washed over me in a wave. The sounds that came from behind me didn't encourage me to turn around, horribly wet and tearing. Still, I turned; nearly getting sick from the sight that greeted me.
Bill's stomach now gaped open, his intestines poking out as Otis kept forcing her to cut. Bill's screams had turned to choked gurgles, blood pouring from his mouth as he struggled against the ropes tying his wrists together. The smell of it filled the room, thick and metallic and very nearly making me vomit. Shuddering, I tried to ignore the look of absolute horror on Mary's face as I made my way back toward them. “Go and get th'circular saw,” he ordered in a gruff voice, ignoring the new protests that arose from both of his victims. Shuddering at what was to come, I nodded before going into the 'Art Room' to get the tool he had requested.
Many familiar faces greeted me as I entered but I shrugged off their glassy gazes as I moved into the area he kept tools. There were shelves near the far back, left corner, a box of power tools sitting on the floor right beside them. Moving quickly, I grabbed the saw Otis had ordered me to before hurrying back out. Said killer was waiting impatiently, forcing Mary to motion for the item in an impatient manner. Giving a nod, I handed it off; grabbing the power cord to plug it in before the wraith could order me to. This caused the round blade to buzz to life with a roar, drowning out the breathless pleas of both Bill and the woman he loved. As I watched, my own lover forced the brunette's hand forward; cackling like a demon while the jaunty song continued to play. Then it was slicing through muscle, the scream that came from the man sounded unreal from the amount of pain. As soon as it hit his spine, I could hear it and I clapped a hand over my mouth as the writer's yells reached a whole other pitch.
Fighting against the urge to plug my ears and turn away, I saw the moment his lower half separated from his torso. The area from his belly button down simply fell over the tub, what was left of his guts spilling onto the metal bottom with a sickening noise. The rest of his innards soon followed from his torso, hitting the tarp with a splash that made me come very closing to losing the battle with my stomach. The gurgling hiss that left Bill as he finally died was what did it and I ran to the only receptacle in the room, puking into the tub that was currently occupied with offal. Otis only sneered at me as the distraught child in his hold called for her boyfriend over and over. Soon she too was joining the party, retching loudly as she vomited up the dinner Mama had fed them.
Tsking loudly, the beast glared down at me as I recovered; giving me a disgusted glance as he forced Mary to reach up into what was left of her boyfriend. He made her rip out his lungs and heart, his ill humor quickly replaced by his earlier enthusiasm. Turning away from the grisly events, I went back into the 'Art Room' to grab the next thing he was bound to ask of me. We were going to let Bill dry out overnight, this was just to make the poor girl stew as she sat in the basement with the others. With a grimace of nausea, I slowly approached a covered, metal gurney; knowing exactly it was that lay under the sheets.**
By the time I wheeled out the laden table, Mary was weakly trying to pull away from Otis while he cackled. 'Brick House' wound to an end, only to transition to 'Stayin' Alive'. The irony of this wasn't lost on me and I found myself laughing despite myself. Said laughter quickly descended into hysteria and I quickly stomped on it before it spiraled out of my control. Once I was sure I had regained composure, I wheeled the autopsy table toward the pair. The violent male in front of me shifted his gaze to me briefly, pursing his lips before simply shrugging. “Pull off th'cover so she can see jest what we're gonna be doin' with lover boi there,” he ground out, his blue eyes full of fury as well as his usual hatred. I could only nod, wincing as I pulled off the sheet and was immediately smacked in the nose by a faintly fishy smell.
There, on the table, was the dried, preserved lower half of a large fish. How he had gotten ahold of said item in the dead center of a Texas desert, I would never know. The fact was that he had gotten it and was going to force Mary to help him make a merman out of Bill. As soon as she saw this, the same reality dawned on her and she went ghost white before losing consciousness. The pissed murderer sneered at her unconscious body before slinging her over a bony shoulder. “Follow me downstairs then go on outside and git R.J. He'll know why I sent ya as soon as he sees ya so there's no need t'talk t'him. If'n he gits squirrel-y, ya jest tell him t'speak t'me,” he huffed before leading the way out of the room. I could only follow close behind, just wanting this entire ordeal to be over with.
Thankfully, as soon as R.J. saw me he came out of the barn; not daring to touch me as he headed toward the house at a fast clip. Not really blaming him for his fear due to Otis, I shrugged before following; blinking when I was stopped by Mama. “Jest a moment hunny. Yew and I, we haven't spent a whole lotta time together. Go on upstairs and ask Otis if it would be okay fer ya t'come on down and have some gal time,” she cooed, looking genuinely excited about what she had proposed.
“I don't see why he wouldn't,” I responded cheerfully, a bit excited myself. While the older woman scared me, she was sweet in her own way and did look out for me as much as she could. Getting to spend some time with her could both be fun and horrifying. I had to wonder just what she had in mind for bonding activities.
While we spoke, R.J. hefted down the unconscious Mary, the tub with Bill's legs poking out and the blood covered tarp. He had his normal, neutral expression on his face, heading toward the basement. Shuddering at the memory this caused, I wandered out of the kitchen and toward the stairs leading to the second floor. I was just about to make my way up when a door slammed open from somewhere up there. Freezing in place, I held my breath as I waited to see who it was. When I saw Hugo dragging down a sobbing Denise, it took everything I had not to run back into the kitchen. Instead, I stood my ground; my hazel eyes narrowed as he noticed me. Giving me a sneer, he locked eyes on me and made his way downstairs; leading his prisoner ahead of him.
Curling my hands into fists, I stood ramrod straight as I watched him walk by; turning to keep my eye on him until he had gone into the kitchen. As soon as he had, I was heading up the stairs; my heart thudding hard in my chest. Bracing myself for a knife in my back at any moment, I walked as slowly as I could force myself to; not wanting to give the old man the satisfaction of knowing he frightened me. Reaching Otis' door unmolested, I knocked and meeped when the door was flung open and I was yanked inside. Before I could open my mouth, he was kissing me roughly as his large hands ghosted over my taut dome. “Ya always fuckin' surprise me. I'm almost startin' t'believe ya might actually be loyal. That you would be willin' t'die for us, fer me,” bit out the violent killer before he was ripping my shirt off my body.
Soon he was also tearing off my pants and underwear, breathing heavily as his azure eyes moved over my pale, pregnant form. “I want ya t'stay naked fer th'rest of th'night,” he hissed, effectively answering my question about if I could spend time with Mama. I had to wonder if she would be disappointed or if she would understand. With how long he had lived here, she would more than likely accept what happened. When he grabbed my hand and lead me to the bed, I came very close to jumping out of my skin. His frown fading ever so slightly, the ghoul lead me to the bed; gesturing to the saggy mattress. Realizing he wanted me to lay down, I did so as confusion began to rise within me. To my further consternation, he went into the 'Prep Room' instead of crawling over me.
Deciding to stay where I was, I blinked when he came back with a sketchbook as well as some pencils. It shouldn't shock me as much as it did that Otis could draw but it just seemed so mundane compared to his other 'activities'. Then it dawned on me that he was going to draw me and embarrassment flushed over me from head to toe, turning my normally milky skin a rosy pink. Sure enough, he motioned for me to pose and I felt a strange mortification. Still, I wasn't in a position to refuse him and got into the best pose I could think of. I stretched out on my left side, my domed belly pointed slightly upward. My left hand was under the corresponding cheek while the other rested on my gravid swell. The baby inside rolled slightly, settling quickly.
The sound the killer unleashed told me I had chosen the correct one and he began to sketch, his brow crinkled with intense concentration. The sound of graphite scratching on paper made nostalgia fill me and I felt a strong wave of homesickness. I would never see my family or friends ever again. I would never introduce my mom to her grandchild or my lover. I would never be able to do most of the things I liked again like reading my favorite books, watching my favorite movies, drawing or even just taking long walks in the woods near my home. My family was sure to think I was dead by now, so even if I did find my way back; they would more than likely think they had gone insane. Just thinking about all of this made my heart turn into a ball of pain in my chest and I had to swallow hard to keep back the tears that tickled my throat.
When I had made that silly wish I never thought this would be the end result, a fact I had often lamented. For the first time since I had come here, I found myself wondering if such a simple thing would send me home. But then what? I would be on my own with a baby and no family. I couldn't just return out of the blue. At least Otis would take care of me as much as he could. He made sure I ate even though he very rarely ate himself. He allowed me many freedoms others took for granted but I cherished in my situation. He even wanted me to participate in his strange arts and crafts projects, something he either preferred to do alone or with the woman he considered his sister. As twisted as it was, what I had now was a lot better than what waited for me in the realm I had come from.
A sudden sketchbook in my face broke me from my inner thoughts and I looked at what had been placed in front of me. It was a surprisingly good drawing of me in the pose I had taken. He had taken the time to shade as well as add a hint of a background and the bed I was on. It was like something a professional would draw, not a sadistic killer. Looking up at him, I found myself speechless about what I was being presented. It was beautiful in a way a man like him shouldn't be capable of, almost making the picture an abomination. “That's really good,” I whispered, feeling a stronger sense of unease than I had when lines and scenes happened differently than in the movie.
Giving me a sneer that could almost be a smile, he hung it up on the wall by the door before walking back to the bed. Then he was climbing behind me, wrapping a skeletal arm around my thick waist as his breath hit my neck. “Turn off th'light,” he rasped, watching as I did just that; plunging us into inky blackness. Thin fingers danced over my bulging stomach and he almost spooned me as we lay there. All too soon, I found myself drifting off; feeling safe despite just how dangerous this man was. At this point, he was much more likely to protect me than harm me unless I did something truly idiotic. So I fell asleep in the arms of a man who could easily kill me, turning to nuzzle into his bony chest.

*** Lines and scenes that are from House of 1000 Corpses. All material (c) relevant people
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