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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.

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Author's note: And here we go, putting them down in the mine with Dr. Satan. A lot of scenes will be from the movie but I will do my best to make them my own.

Chapter Seventeen: Depths of Darkness

To say the night devolved from there would be a massive understatement. After making sure I was settled, Mama and Baby went to get into the white, almost ceremonial dresses I had seen in the movie. Soon after, R.J. went upstairs as Tiny came up from the basement. Knowing what was to come next, I took comfort when the gentle giant sat next to me and wrapped a large, misshapen arm around me. It wasn't too long after that the bearskin covered man was shoving down the two girls and Jerry. While they were dressed as rabbits, the half conscious male was dressed as a donkey; some of his own scalp glued onto the head and neck of the costume as a mane. Denise and Mary sobbed against the grimy cloth gags in their mouths, tears and snot pouring down their faces as they struggled against the ropes binding all three of them together. All of them had their wrists tied as well, various amounts of blood in their hair and on their faces.
Getting to my feet and swaying due to the extra weight from my five months of pregnancy, I swung out my arms to balance myself; only to find Tiny offering his services. Giving him a grateful smile, I allowed the taller, deformed man to lead me into the hall. We made it in time to watch R.J. hang them from a meat hook that had been tied to a rafter while I had been upstairs. This suspended the trio enough to spin them like a display case and I felt a sickening and yet comforting sense of deja-vu. This was what I had been expecting to happen and I wasn't too surprised when Mama and Baby joined us to coo over the victims. The matriarch even took a bottle of whiskey off the table to drizzle over them as the hulking eldest child began to chant for Otis. Looking up at the floorboards above my head, I knew exactly what he was doing up there.
**Shuddering, I allowed Tiny to lead me to the others; avoiding the gazes of both Mary and Denise as they were spun around and around. The distraught children simply screamed, crying unintelligible things around their gags as the two women in the family continued to torment them with jeers and general touching. Then everything stopped and the entire group turned as one to look at the stairs, myself included. There, at the top of the stairs was what looked like Don dressed in a red Santa robe. Only he looked very wrong. There was stitching on his torso and his skin hung loosely off his frame. It was only if someone took a good look that they would notice it was Otis wearing the cop's skin as a full on costume.
Just seeing it made me shudder and I heard the man's daughter let out a high pitched scream. After being forced to skin him alive, this had to just make things all the worse. “I'm th'one who brings th'Christmas candy. Now tell me, who's yer daddy?” snarled the killer, his voice muffled as he moved down a single step. Then he was turning his hooded, masked head to us and I knew exactly what was going to come next; something that was both comforting and horrifying.
“I'm th'one who brings th'devil's brandy,” rasped his voice, Mama giggling like a school girl as she leaned toward the man she considered her son in a seductive manner.
“Who's yer daddy?” she sighed, fluttering her eyes at him as they kept Denise facing forward purposefully. I had no doubt the ghoul had ordered them to do so just for this.
“I'm th'one who beats ya when yer bad,” he snarled, his glittering eyes traveling to me as he walked down a couple more steps.
“Who's your daddy?” I whispered before Baby could, moving toward him and ignoring the attempts by the others to hold me back.
Shooting them a warning glance, the murderer held out a blood coated hand to me as his eyes looked at me through the ragged, bloody holes where Don's would have been. Placing my hand in his, I felt a shock of something pass between us and shuddered, allowing him to lead me down the stairs. “Who's your daddy,” Mama and Baby echoed in unison from below us, Otis only letting me go once we reached the landing. He made a beeline to the bound trio that hung in the middle of the entryway, taking ahold of a whimpering Denise and removing her gag so he could hear her clearly. The he was taking the floppy vestiges of Don's former face to force dead lips against the girl's skin. She flinched and tried to pull away, shaking her head as the memories visibly flashed across her face.
“Come on, sweetie. Give th'old man some sugar,” he crooned in an almost sickening sweet tone as the lips made contact with hers a few times.
“Daddy,” she sobbed repeatedly in a distressed tone, as if hoping that calling for him would magically reverse what she had done upstairs.
Stepping back, the beast flung off the robe to reveal the saggy, wrinkled torso of his victim strapped to his. This made the poor girl snap as she began to scream almost hysterically, seemingly unable to stop herself. “And I'm th'one who loves ya when yer fuckin' dead,” he snarled before spinning the trio hard. This made Mary join the chorus as poor Jerry could only groan, his head lolling bonelessly. He was either in deep shock or very heavily drugged. Neither would really surprise me at this point. Then he was stopping it, grabbing hold of Denise's tear-stained face and ripping the mask off his face. With a growl, he forced his blood coated lips against hers in a violent facsimile of a kiss before meeting her eyes and lifting his upper lip is a snarl.
“It's all true. Th'bogeyman is real and you found him,” he hissed, gesturing to R.J. to take them outside.**
Next thing I knew, the wraith was dragging me upstairs with him while Mama and Baby stayed on the ground level. Then we were in his room, the underfed man getting out of his bloody clothing before digging in his drawers. He seemed to not really care about the blood coating his face and torso and simply pulled on what looked like a one piece pair of red pajamas. It looked like those really old body suits people used to wear under their nightshirts or clothes in the past. Then he was stomping into the 'Prep Room', leaving me to wonder if I should change as well. While I knew what was going to happen, I had no real idea of what was expected of me. Then again, from what I remembered, the family had put make-up on their faces before proceeding to walk down to the Well. The Well… just thinking about that place made made me shudder. The shaft had long ago been dug in the ground where the mines were and the clan used it to lower new victims down. There was no other way in out out of the mines other than digging your way out by hand, something I knew Denise would be doing by early the next morning.
I would have to warn Otis about that after and only after they had lowered the coffin holding the poor girl and Jerry into the shaft of the Well. If I warned him before, it could shift events even further than they already were and I couldn't take that chance. It was bad enough that Don had come here alone, I didn't need any further deviations. I could only help these people as long as I knew what was going to happen. Sighing as my head began to throb from my muddled thoughts, I settled on waiting for my violent lover to come back. There was no make-up in the room and I had never gone into the 'Prep Room' without him leading me there or ordering me in. While he had told me I had the same freedom as other family, that didn't mean I could take liberties.
Thankfully it wasn't too long before he came back, his face cleaned up enough to put on a skull face on his own with face paint and other substances. His whitish-blonde hair hung in his face and his strange beard gave him a surreal look. Blue eyes shimmered at me from the black surrounding them and I found myself feeling more afraid of him than I ever had. The way he stalked toward me didn't help, looking more like big cat coming up on a sickly antelope than a person. He only stopped when his body was bare inches from touching mine, his bony chest brushing the tip of my nose every time he inhaled. Next thing I knew, he was yanking my chin up hard; his painted lips lifting and lowering as if he was fighting with himself.
The hand on my chin traveled to my ebony hair, fisting in the slightly curly locks tight enough to cause pain. Gasping slightly as tears prickled my eyes, I continued to meet his eyes as my heart hammered in my chest. The developing child inside me turned uneasily, drawing one of my hands to the taut dome to try to soothe it. His eyes followed the motion, this seeming to be his breaking point as he took my lips in a kiss that was more teeth than lips. Tearing away from my mouth with a rumbling growl, he breathed hard as the hand in my hair tightened ever so slightly. An unconscious whimper left me but I made no other sound, barely daring to breath as he continued to glare down at me. “Yer too fuckin' soft,” he spat, giving my hair a yank before releasing me to stomp to mirror to examine just how badly the kiss had messed up his make-up job.
I could only stand where he left me, fighting frightened sobs as I tried to catch my breath. Even after everything he had told me, I still expected him to kill me. He was unpredictable, violent and had a nasty temper. There was a very strong possibility that he would just lose patience with me and decide to turn me into his next project. Shuddering, I let out a breath when he turned his head slightly and motioned me to come to him. He hadn't had to touch up anything, so I stepped forward with the knowledge I was unlikely to get punished. “Go on down first, I'll be right behind ya,” he rasped, the highly detailed skull make-up making his face look surreal. Giving a nod, I left the room quickly; just happy to have my skin intact. With the mood he was in, Lord only knew what he would end up doing next.
True to his word, the ghoul dogged my every step; making me feel like I was being chased down the hall to the stairs. Barely managing to hold onto my calm, I walk to the top of the stair and waiting for him to catch up, something deep inside me telling me this was the correct action. I turned out to be right, Otis closing the distance rapidly to offer me his arm. Then he was leading me down, like some twisted prom date. It didn't help that the rest of them were waiting on the ground floor, Mama and Baby giving us looks of awe. For the briefest of seconds, I saw a murderous expression on the youngest Firefly's face but it was gone in the same instant it was there. Besides, the killer was leading me past far too fast to be able to see anything clearly; leading the procession into the front yard.
The others fell in line behind us, the two women dancing as R.J. and Tiny drug the trio in the rear. As we cleared the sheds, cars and fence of the back yard; I saw a huge, open field ahead of us. Just on the edge of the clearing was a forest, faint dots of white barely visible against the dark trunks. Moving forward, I got the strangest sensation of being almost like a priestess about to perform a ceremony. That's what all of this felt like, some strange ritual they had made up to appease something. Just what, I wasn't too sure about. It was then that Mary decided to make a break for it, tearing free of Tiny to make a break for the forest. Baby only cackled before giving chase, seeming to enjoy the prospect of a hunt.
As if knowing the poor child stood no chance against his psychopathic sister, Otis merely continued to lead the way forward. The closer we moved toward the woods, the more clear the white dots from earlier became. Soon I was able to see the all too familiar sight of the graveyard. The graveyard that had been built to cover up many of Dr. Satan's victims. All people that had been insane, shunned by society. Then the family had moved here, forming an alliance with the thing below. A partnership that seemed to have a lot to do with this ceremony we were performing. We just reached the edge of the cross markers when I heard a scream of agony followed by a witch's cackle that made my skin crawl. An echo of the scene played in my head and I vaguely heard a phantom of the rhyme she was reciting right this second.
Shuddering, I moved toward the Well on my own; not caring about the likely confusion I caused by doing so. It wouldn't be long after this that I would have to blow my cover anyway and I felt it best they find things out now. Besides, both women already had suspicions and I had no doubt R.J. did as well. Tiny, well if you knew anything about him you would be as unconcerned about him as I was. While he was huge, he was too sweet and too simple to be outwardly malicious. Just being around him told me he had some sort of learning disability. As it was, he was still following me like a lost puppy while Otis had stopped to give the confused trio the extremely short version of what was going on. It seemed that, as far as the gentle giant was concerned, I was not a threat.
Soon, I found myself standing on the edge of a huge hole that looked both old and new at the same time. The longer, more square edges seemed like they were freshly dug while the shaft and hole itself seemed like it had been there for decades. Craning my neck slightly, I nudged some dirt into the hole with my toe; my heart pounding as it seemed like a century until it hit the water below. It would have been far too easy to over balance and tip forward, ending up as another victim for the 'good doctor'. For the briefest of moments, I nearly considered doing it. The end wouldn't be painless or fast, in fact I was unlikely to die due to the thing wanting living subjects. Still, a life of oblivious servitude almost seemed preferable to continuing down this road. I was dimly aware of a voice yelling something in the background and a large, webbed hand landing on my shoulder.
Next thing I knew, I was being pulled back gently; the motion snapping me back to reality. Realization of what I had almost done washed over me and I stepped back as my heart began to race. Coming that close to committing suicide was terrifying and I found myself whirling to huddle into Tiny's chest as uncontrollable sobs began to pour out of me. “Keep them th'fuck back!” I heard from a fair distance away before the sound of pounding of boots headed right for us. I could only brace myself before I found myself torn away from the badly burned giant and spun around to face the man I had come here to save. Blazing blue eyes took in my tears as well as the fact I was still shaking badly while sobbing. His decorated upper lip lifted in what looked like disgust and I felt sure that this was it, I had finally used up the last of whatever patience he had for me.
Instead, he gave me a hard slap; hard enough to snap me out of the state of hysteria I had entered. Blinking slightly, I took a shaky breath as I rubbed where he hit me. “We got work to do,” I whispered before he could, smiling slightly at the look of shock that crossed his make-up coated face. Then he was motioning the family to move forward again, watching as R.J. lifted a limp Jerry into a homemade coffin that was laying to the right of the hole I had been staring into. As the brute wrangled a struggling, screaming Denis into the box next, I found my eyes traveling along the long, rough rope that was attached to the casket. The end of it was attached to a winch, Tiny moving into position to begin raising the container into the air.
**As it slowly rose enough to be swung over the Well by R.J., I could hear the doomed woman inside it screaming denials into the night. Ignoring the noise, Otis reached over the pit to turn on a tape recorder that was attached to the rope; causing a burst of noise to come forth. After a few moments, it became very clear it was a chant of some sort. Then the ghoul was opening a book, reading something quietly under the chanting as Tiny began to lower the coffin slowly. Denise's screams for us to stop echoed eerily off the stone walls of her 'tomb', the box she and her boyfriend were trapped in halting bare inches from touching the water. From there, it was simply a game of waiting. Waiting until the experiments below took the offering.**
Despite the fact it had never happened before, there was a faint, underlying tension that the victims might not be accepted. After what seemed like endless moments, there came a commotion of splashing as well as the sound of wood tearing from below as new, more distressed screams emanated from below. Then it all fell quiet and I knew Jerry had been drug off, leaving Denise to fend for herself for the night. All that was left to do was to burn Mary in what seemed to be a sacrificial offering. Shuddering, I simply followed the family deeper into the graveyard; some of my sorrow from earlier returning ever so slowly. I wanted nothing to do with any of this but I was going along with it to ensure these people would live on. Not for the first time, I found myself wondering why. Why I was doing all of this, putting myself through all of this Hell.
All too soon, I found myself standing in a circle round a makeshift pyre; Mary's costumed, dead body strewn on a pile of broken grave crosses. As I watched, R.J. and Tiny began to pour gasoline onto the mound. I could only shudder as I thought about all the accounts I had heard about the smell of burning human flesh and hair in documentaries. Some soldiers compared it to the smell of burning pork whiles others said there was no smell like it in the entire world. Those people said it was the worst thing they had ever smelled, sinking into your clothes, hair and even your skin. It was something I had never thought I would experience and now found myself faced head on with the experience. Edging a bit more towards Mama and Baby, I watched as Otis began to read from his book again; the skull paint making him look downright frightening as R.J. tossed a guttering match onto the pyre.
With a loud 'fwoomp' the body burst into flame, mother and daughter beginning to dance as a noxious smoke started to fill the air. It smelled like nothing I had ever smelled before and I found myself coming very close to vomiting for the second time that night. All I wanted to do was run back to the house and hide somewhere where no one could find me. Closing my hazel eyes against the sight, I rubbed my arms as I fought against the urge to hide my nose in my shirt or breathe through my mouth. Neither would help and the second option would make me puke for sure. The last thing I wanted was to taste this shit. The only thing that made me open my eyes again was a pair of hands landing on my shoulders.
Looking up, I was unsurprised to see a certain psychopath glaring down at me like I was lower than the dirt on his boots. The greasy, almost white hair hanging in his face only added to the intimidating air he gave off. Leaning forward until his lips brushed my ear, his hands tightened on my shoulders painfully as he whispered, “Head to th'house and go upstairs. I'll be there in a bit.” Then he was gone, heading back to the bonfire to continue reading passages. I didn't stop to ask questions, simply turning and heading back to the house as fast as my growing belly would allow me to go. At this point I was just grateful for a chance to shower, I would worry about the implications about why I was sent back later.
In fact, my brain decided to hold off until I had the shower on full blast. Then and only then, did I begin to worry about why he had made me go back. It wasn't out of kindness, that was for sure. The man didn't have a kind bone in his body. Sighing as I began to scrub the stench out of my skin, I closed my eyes and allowed the pounding water to beat on my upturned face. If he had suddenly lost trust in me, I would have joined Jerry and Denise down in the labyrinth of tunnels below the false graveyard. Still, that didn't mean I wasn't looking at some sort of punishment for a slight I had no idea I had committed. Shaking my head, I finished what could be the last shower I was allowed before turning off the water, getting out and toweling off.
As soon as I walked into our room, I felt an eerie feeling of danger. The lights were out, making it impossible to see a few inches in front of my nose. Because of this, I couldn't see if Otis had beat me back here or what his position was if he had. It would be far too simple to sneak up behind me to slit my throat. Without warning, I felt someone come up behind me to wrap a hand around my throat; a facial hair covered cheek pressing against mine as the foul smell of his breath filled my nose. “Ya hate all of this, I can see it all over ya. Ya also came very close t'killin' yerself and our unborn child. If ya were anyone else, I'd have jest killed ya myself if ya wanted t'die s'badly,” rasped his furious mid-tone as a sharp blade came to rest on the skin of my neck.
I instantly froze, barely daring to breath as I felt his knife scrape along where my jugular was. With how sharp he kept the weapon, all it would take is a flick of his wrist to send my life's blood spurting into the air. “Ya made me not want t'kill ya. Ya fuckin' made me scared fer yer life. If ya wanted t'screw us over, it would be far too easy. Even now I don't have th'stomach t'kill ya. Do ya have any idea what that does t'mah fuckin' head?! I'm supposed t'protect this fam'ly, t'make sure anythin' that comes in won't hurt us. Fer th'first time in mah life, I find myself in a position where I may not be able t' hold up on that promise,” he bit out, hatred tinging his raspy voice as he bit my cheek hard enough to draw blood; causing an unconscious scream to issue from my lips.
As suddenly as he grabbed me, the beast was shoving me away from him; the extra weight from my unborn child nearly making me fall on my face. It was only a quick balancing act as well as some luck from God that kept me from doing so and I instinctually spun to face the place he had been. I knew he wasn't there anymore and even if he was I couldn't see him but I was simply unable to stop the automatic movement. “She's going to escape,” I called into the inky void surrounding me, just hoping he was listening. With what he said and how he was acting, I had no real idea if he still believed what I had told him all those months ago.
“How,” came a demand from behind me, making me spin once again; only to be greeted by an impenetrable wall of darkness.
“She wasn't caught by the crazies and made her way to the Doctor. He sics Earl on her and he chases her through the mines. When he gets her cornered, the dumbass is going to knock some support beams down in the mine and crush himself. I can only assume she digs her way out. She'll pop out near the back road in the woods,” I replied, doing my best to keep control of a rising hysteria. While I still feared for my life and my well-being, I was much more concerned that he listened to me.
The empty silence that followed only made me more uneasy, my only companion the sound of my heart thudding in my ears. Then there was a scraping noise before something sharp tapped the tip of my nose. “I guess we're gonna see first hand if yer fulla shit or not,” hissed a throaty rasp before the air shifted in front of me. The next thing I knew, light was flooding the room; causing me to shield my eyes as they began to burn like acid had been poured on them.
“Problem is, I jest cain't figure out why ya would lie about somethin' like this in th'first place. There's jest no logic to it,” growled a confused mid-tone behind me, making me turn blindly towards the source of the noise.
“I would never betray you, I don't care what I have to do to prove it to you but its the truth. I… I fucking… ah, Jesus,” I faltered, trembling on the cusp of telling him how I felt about him. He never seemed much for sentiment and I had no idea just how he would react.
“Spit it th'fuck out!” he screamed from much closer, making me jolt slightly from shock. Now I was trapped and I had a set amount of time to say it before he lost the last shreds of his thin control.
Taking a deep, I forced myself to stare straight ahead as my heart beat so hard that it was difficult to breathe; the pain in my eyes gradually fading away as my vision cleared. Sure, I had screamed it in a moment of passion or had confessed it very early on but I didn't make a habit out of telling him. Something deep inside had always told me it was a bad idea to tell him in the first place. “It's nothing I haven't said before. I love you Otis. I know it sounds like a line a victim would say out of desperation but I would never say something like that if I didn't mean it,” I replied, waiting for his response as I stared at the artwork covered wall in front of me.
“Yeah, ya keep sayin' that,” he growled before I found myself scooped up into his arms to be carried and lightly tossed onto the ancient mattress we shared.
Looking up at him, I saw he was naked and looked freshly showered as well; leaving me to wonder just where he had washed. Did Baby or Mama have their own bathroom? Did Hugo's former room? A hard pinch to my nipple through the dress I wore brought me back to reality as a gasp left my lips. Green clashed with blue as our eyes locked, the faintest hint of a smirk touching his mouth as his knife cut through the red material covering my pregnant body. Any further discussion was soon thrown to the wayside, the wraith beginning to take me roughly; the sounds of my screams echoing through the house.

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