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Dangerous	By : FlameWolf666 Category: G through L > House of 1000 Corpses Views: 7010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: The strange wait begins.

Chapter Twenty-One: Claustrophobia

It was only the next day that it dawned on me that the two cops on the radio hadn't even mentioned the two missing officers. That meant that, at least so far as I knew, that the police office wasn't even aware the pair had split off on their own. Once the two dead cops were found, however, the police would become a lot like a hornet's nest. And with two new murderers added to the mix, it was only a matter of time before some sick sculpture was made from the bodies of the former law enforcement officials. Then Wydell and his cronies would be all over us like white on rice.
Groaning as I scrubbed my face with my palms, I made a move to sit up only to find I was pinned in place. Blinking, I turned my head to see the sleeping face of Otis. Two of his thin arms were wrapped tightly around me and his body was pressed as close to mine as he could get. I was essentially trapped and the worst thing was, I really had to pee. Being six and a half months pregnant can do that to a woman. Grimacing at what I had to do and hoping I wouldn't get killed for startling him, I placed a hand on his right shoulder and shook gently.
The wraith was sitting up instantly, his hand automatically going for his knife while his eyes searched the room for the threat. Deciding to stay still, I cleared my throat to get his attention. “Sorry, just me. I had to pee,” I whispered, praying my voice alone wouldn't be enough to set him off in this state.
“Then jest go already! Fuckin' Christ! Th'Hell'd ya have t'wake me up fer?” he snarled, laying back down and rolling over. Sighing, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and gingerly got to my feet; making my way carefully to the door.
Thankfully, my eyes had long ago adjusted to the inky gloom and I was able to get to the entry without bumping into anything. Opening the door, I peeked my head out into the dark hallway; looking either way to see if it was empty. When I didn't see anyone, most importantly Choptop, I cautiously scampered across the narrow corridor. Closing the bathroom door behind me, I could swear I heard a quiet creak. Locking the entry just in case, I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet; listening to the sound of water hitting water as I stared into the darkness of the room.
When finished, I flushed and washed my hands before eyeing the locked door. That creak could mean anything. It could be the man I was trying to avoid coming out of the room Hugo used to sleep in, it could be the house settling or it could be something else entirely. Still, I couldn't afford to stay in here all night and Otis would no doubt be pissed if he had to wake up again to get me. So, gathering what courage I could, I turned the lock and opened the door. Poking my head out, I saw something that made my heart drop into my stomach. There was a silhouette outside the room Otto and Choppy had been given after a long argument between Mama and Otis.
Fighting against the urge to bolt back into the bathroom, I stepped out into the hall; flicking on the light to see my adversary better. Thankfully, I had my eyes closed so I wasn't blinded but the cry of pain from Choppy told me he hadn't had the same luck. “Gah! Ya fuckin' bitch! My fuckin' eyes!” he hissed, his voice pitched low in an effort not to draw attention to himself.
“Allow me to play you the world's smallest violin. Why are you sneaking out of your room in the middle of the night?” I responded, trying to sound as flippant and casual as possible while I slowly opened my eyes so I could see. In truth, I was petrified and ready to run at the first sign of trouble. While it would make me lose face, the life of the child I carried came first.
“I heard someone walkin' 'round and wanted ta check it out. It ain't like I'm lookin' ta kill ya,” snarled the psychopath, one of his blue eyes opening while he rubbed the other. His upper lip was pulled into an angry snarl and he looked like he wanted to do just what he was assuring me he wouldn't.
“Well, you see that its me. You can go back to bed,” I snipped, making a shooing motion with my hands that only pissed him off further.
“I was hopin' it would be you,” hissed the crazed hippie, his hands closing into tight fists as he leveled me with a deadly glower.
Just hearing his declaration made me feel a bit faint and I swayed heavily, biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself conscious. The burst of pain as well as the faint taste of blood did the trick, bringing me back into full awareness in time to see the killer had closed the distance at a disturbing speed. Furious eyes that so resembled Otis' locked on my, just the faintest sparkle of concern in their azure depths. “I dunno why but… I feel I need ta make sure yer okay, that yer safe. Its enough ta make me want to dent my plate,” he spat, taking out his trusty coat hanger to scrape at said plate.
“I ain't never found a whore I cared ta see live. Now I'm dreaming of things, seeing things in mah head and its all yer fault somehow. Fuck all if I can be mad about it though,” he continued, looking distraught, confused and just plain pissed off.
Worst thing was, I couldn't think of a single response. Everything he was telling me was just as strange to me. I had no explanation for any of it beyond the fact the same actor played them in my home dimension. Or reality. Or whatever the fuck I had stumbled upon with my unthinking wish. “I wish I could help, I do but I can't offer you anything. Like I said before, I know about as much about this as you,” I sighed, the slight lie making me feel a bit uneasy. Sure enough, a frown clouded his ghoulish features and danger began to pour off him in waves.
“Yer lyin'. You at least know something, even if it's not much,” Choptop growled, jumping away from me when another creak came from the room he had come from. As both of us turned to look, Otto came to stand in the doorway.
Giving me a polite nod, the brunette shot a glare to his partner. “Git back in thar afore Tissy sees ya out here with her,” he whispered heatedly, pointing to the room he had come from like he was punishing a dog. Narrowing his eyes, the metal headed menace took one last look at me before doing as he'd been ordered; giving Otto a death glare on his way. Closing the door behind the strange man, the brunette turned his gaze to me before closing the distance. Leaving a few feet between us, his dark blue eyes looking me over for injuries.
“At least he ain't thet stupid. Ya'll be careful with that'n. He's crazier than a rabid possum in a burlap sack. I'm surprised he hasn't killed ya yet jest t'stop th'dreams. If'n he comes at ya while yer alone like thet, ya need t'git someone's attention,” he chided, sounding almost concerned as he shifted his gaze to the closed door of his room.
“I know, I'll probably start taking my knife everywhere. But why do you care? Its not as if I'm part of the Sawyers,” I asked, feeling just a bit more safe with him than I did Choppy. After all, he seemed a bit more sane that the rest; no less dangerous just more predictable.
“No, but ya are a Driftwood now; whether or not he gave ya his name. Ya carry a member of my blood and Tissy's child. Never thought I'd see th'day he'd have a kid, yanno? He always makes Baby abort hers,” he sighed, placing a hand on my upper back to steer me to his cousin's room.
“Yeah, I know. Baby told me about that. As for being a 'Driftwood', I wouldn't go that far. He likes me enough but I highly doubt he considers me a wife,” I pointed out stopping in front of the door to finish our conversation.
“Really? Then jest why is he concerned enough 'bout ya t'stop fuckin' ya at this stage of pregnancy?” he retorted, his words stopping me in my tracks.
That statement had me, the cogs in my head jamming as I gaped up at him. The sheer paradox came close to causing steam to pour out of my ears. Otis was a cold-blooded killer, a person who felt nothing for anyone who wasn't close to him. His family was the only thing he seemed to give any bit of a damn about. Then it dawned on me, my eyes going wide as all the air left my lungs. According to everyone here, me and the child I carried were part of the family. Could that mean some of what Otto told me could be true. “I… I don't know,” I admitted quietly, looking at the closed door nervously.
While the conversation I was having seemed important, there was no way I could go much longer without my violent lover realizing I wasn't in the bed with him. If I so much as rolled over, he would wrap an arm around me to make sure he knew if I left. The fact I was gone this long when I just had to go pee was highly unusual. “I seggest ya figure it out soon lil lady. We prolly dun have long afore we're up ter our necks in th'law. When thet happens, there won't be time fer talks and yew two may be separated. He may even be killed. Dun let there be any doubts 'r questions. All I know is I cain't give ya th'answer. I've also never seen Tissy act tha' way with anyone,” the younger man murmured, opening the door to usher me inside.
Unfortunately, I didn't have to far to go; slamming into something bony and more than likely very angry. Before I could even think of how much trouble I was in, my shoulders were grabbed in a painful grip. “What did he do to ya? Did he hurt ya? What 'bout that no 'count asshole Chrome-dome?” snarled a furious but exceedingly worried mid-tone from somewhere in the gloom above me.
“Otis, I'm fine. Neither of them hurt me, especially Otto. Your cousin… I don't think he wants to hurt me. Choptop, I'm not so sure about,” I replied, reaching out blindly with my hands until they landed on what felt like his lower stomach.
As soon as my hands made contact, a sharp breath was sucked into his lungs as his grip on my shoulders tightened and his muscle tensed under my fingers. Nibbling my lip while Otto's words whirled in my head, I decided to play very dangerous game. Even with how much affection he seemed to have for me, this could end horribly. While he wouldn't kill me, I couldn't say he wouldn't find creative ways to harm me. Still, something told me I had to know the results of what I was about to do. Taking a deep breath and praying whatever he did wouldn't be too bad, I slowly moved my fingers downward.
Traveling past his pubes as he began to pant slightly, the very tips touched surprisingly hard flesh. A nearly inaudible hiss left the killer, his hands slowly dropping from my shoulders. Heart racing a mile a minute, I blindly felt my way around his shaft until I could wrap my hand loosely around it. Another, slightly louder hiss greeted this action; the wraith before me seeming to shudder under my hands. Gathering the scant courage I had and vaguely wondering why he hadn't shoved me against a wall to relieve himself, I ran my hand along the erection to his tip; rubbing the slit in a tantalizing manner. “Fuck,” the ghoul groaned out, his voice strained.
Faster than I could react, he was grabbing both my wrists in one hand; growling low in his throat in warning. “I dunno what th'fuck ya think yer doin' but ya best put a stop to it right now, ya hear? Git back in bed and go t'sleep. I'll be back in a bit,” gritted his unsteady, gruff, angry sounding voice before he was shoving me toward the bed and leaving. Watching his silhouette storm through the brief slit of light caused by the opening of the entry, I knew exactly where he was going and found myself not feeling the least bit shocked. The only other person he would go to with his problem was his 'sister', Baby.
He had a relationship with her long before I had shown up, it only made sense he would go to her with his problem. Besides, like I had already told Baby, it would be stupid of me to get jealous. Otis was the type to do what made him feel good, not taking other's feelings into account. Still, none of that helped the aching knot my heart had decided to turn itself into. Rubbing my chest in the vain hopes of gaining some respite, I made my way carefully to the bed, barking my shins against the edge of it despite my best efforts. Feeling out the mattress with my hands in the inky blackness, I carefully laid down on what I thought was my side of the bed.
It felt like I had only been asleep for a few minutes when the door slammed open and startled me awake. Sitting up, I felt true fear as I realized I still couldn't see a damn thing. At best, I could make out the vague shapes of the furniture in the room but no real way to be able to make out what was what, let alone where this person was going. I couldn't even see if it was Otis or Choptop, the silhouette frighteningly non-distinct. Then the door was closing as the newcomer entered, making my fear rise up to all new levels.
Placing a hand on my stomach as my baby began to roll around inside me, I licked my dry lips as my ears picked up the sounds of footsteps creaking on wood. My breathing only accelerated when I heard them heading toward the bed. “O-otis?” I called out into the gloom, my voice sounding small and scared. Silence followed, not helping my anxiety one bit.
“Th'Hell ya doin' still up?” hissed a familiar mid-tone, making me relax instantaneously.
“The door opening like that woke me up. Thank Christ it was you and not…,” I began, tapering off when I realized just how dangerous what I was about to say was.
More silence followed, a soft irritated sigh coming from the shadows after what seemed like an eternity. “Scoot on over,” grumbled the wraith before one side of the bed sunk down under his weight. Sighing, I felt around for the other side of the bed; inching my way over until it seemed I was in the right spot. As soon I was settled, Otis was coming in behind me; wrapping his arms around me so his hands rested on the swell of my stomach. Blinking, I placed my hands over his and slowly closed my eyes; still a bit too jazzed up to sleep right off the bat. From the sounds of it, the beast behind me was having the same problem.
“Whatever ya think happened, it didn't,” came a gruff whisper by my ear, startling me enough that my eyes popped open and my hands twitched.
“Wh-what?” I squeaked, immediately regretting my unthinking outburst as my unpredictable lover let out an irritated sigh.
“I didn't fuck Baby. Oh, I tried but… Thanks t'yew I cain't,” came a rather unexpected confession, the tone amused as well as slightly angry.
“Wh-what?!” I repeated, something in my brain malfunctioning as I began to enter overload. What he was saying, let alone the fact he was saying it to me, made no sense with what I knew about this man.
Despite how much more 'affectionate' he had become, he was still just as violent and ill-tempered. He never made it a point to hold his tongue but at least it had been a long while since he had been truly angry at me. “Ya heard me. I couldn't fuck Baby. A first fer th'both of us and not somethin' that was easy t'explain t'her,” he sighed, resting his lips on the spot where my jaw connected to my neck.
“Wh-why on Earth is it my fault?” I whispered, sounding more confused than anything. A quiet grumble came from the killer spooning me, his bony chest expanding as he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Yer still dense fer bein' so bright. Dun ya git it? I cain't be unloyal t'ya anymore. I cain't find sexual pleasure with another woman without feelin' guilt about it. A very strange situation fer me. Ain't never felt guilty 'bout sleepin' 'round afore. Never… cared 'bout someone enough t'really care 'bout their feelings,” he explained, his hands rubbing my tummy almost reverently. I could only lay there, my heart beating in my ears as I tried to absorb what he was telling me.
Some of what Otto told me earlier came to mind and I felt my eyes widened as a strange thought began to form. Could this wraith, this insane ghoul, really love me? Just pondering on it made me fear if I had gone insane from all the stress I had been under. There was just no way he could feel anything close to love but he obviously held me in some regard. Especially with what he was telling me. Another thing this man didn't do was withhold any type of sexual pleasure from himself. All too often, he had taken me when I hadn't entirely been in the mood. Yet, as time had gone on, that had tapered off. “O-otis…,” I stammered, unsure of what to say.
“No more talk fer t'night. Git some sleep. We have to prepare the two 'pigs' fer display and we should have someone listenin' to the scanner. We're gonna be gettin' up early so ya need yer rest,” came a snarled order, his hand rubbing the dome of my occupied womb. Knowing nothing more would be said, I shut my eyes and tried to sleep; eventually drifting off hours later.
After what only seemed like a short amount of time, I was being sat up by a pair of strong arms and shaken hard. “C'mon ya bitch, wake up!” hollered a familiar mid-tone that drew me closer to consciousness.
“Okay, okay 'm up,” I grumbled, still more asleep than awake as I shooed the person away; stretching as my brain tried to boot up. As soon as it did, however, my eyes shot open as horror filled my body in a tingling wave.
Not only had I mouthed off but I had shooed an unpredictable murderer away from me, a man who had viciously killed young girls for much less. “I'll be downstairs then. Ya better be there in a few minutes,” hissed the wraith, leaving the room before I had even opened my eyes enough to look at him. Feeling a little astounded, I gathered some clothes as well as my last bra. As much as I hated knowing Otis was just going to destroy it later, I wasn't about to go around either Otto or Choppy with my tits flopping around freely.
As I walked down the stairs, I heard people talking. Or, to be more precise, arguing. “No Otis, ya need t'explain jest what th'fuck happened last night! I refuse t'believe ya suddenly grew a fuckin' conscience over one woman,” screamed the voice of Baby, making me wince as I briefly wondered if I should go back upstairs.
“Take it or leave it, its the truth. Naow drop it! She'll be down any second and I dun need ya upsettin' her,” bit back my lover, sounding worried as well as exasperated.
“And what is it ya make of thet?” murmured a baritone in my ear, nearly causing me to shoot through the ceiling. Spinning on my heel as I pulled out a butterfly knife Otis had given me, I came face to face with none other than Otto.
To his credit, the lanky male backed off and held his hands up to show he meant no harm but kept a smirk on his tanned face. “Woah, easy thar quick draw! I ain't gonna hurt ya. Told ya thet last night,” he purred, his dark blue eyes sparkling with humor. Narrowing my eyes, I put a bit more distance between us. I held no illusions about being able to handle this man if he decided to try anything. He was Otis' cousin after all, on top of that the man lived with the Sawyers. A family that could compete with the Fireflies for the sheer amount of crazy they were.
“I think I'll keep my distance just the same, thanks,” I spat, keeping my weapon out but held at my side.
“And anotha thang! Jest what th'Hell do ya mean by lettin' her keep th'damn brat she's carryin'? Ya make me abort mine and I've been with ya longer! Jest why is she so goddamn important t'ya,” came another accusation from the younger female followed by the sound of a hard slap.
“Its my business, got that? If I want t'keep this kid, then its my decision. I dun have t'explain t'anyone why I do anythin'! Naow, fer th'last time, drop it!” screamed Otis, the argument coming from the living room steadily making me feel more and more uncomfortable.
“Soundin' a bit heated ain't it. Jest wait here a moment. Tissy'd throw a fit if ya went in there righ' naow,” sighed the brunette on the stairs with me, not moving an inch in a supposed effort to earn a bit of my trust.
“I was intending to. I don't want to cause anymore problems. I also feel a bit bad for poor Baby. She was technically here first. She had fallen in love with him far before I came here. She also has a few fair points. His behavior here isn't exactly fair,” I replied, slipping my weapon slowly back into my pocket but keeping my hand on the handle just in case.
“Heh, an' who sez he has t'be? Yer bright, I'm sure ya c'n figure out why he treats ya s'diff'rent. I dun recollect gettin' yer name by th'by,” my companion pointed out, his hand lowering to his sides as he seemed to relax a bit.
“Cause I didn't give it. Guess you deserve to know though, seeing as how I have a member of your family inside me. Raven,” I offered, making no move to offer my hand. Thankfully, Otto understood; chuckling as he shook his head.
“Dun blame ya fer not bein' personable darlin'. We ain't exactly normal people here. 'Sides, I look forward t'earnin' yer trust lil lady,” the taller, older male sighed, leaning against the wall as he slipped his hands into his tight jeans pockets.
“Good luck with that,” I scoffed, making my way down the rest of the stairs and toward the dining room. Unfortunately, this room was right across from the living room. If I wanted to avoid confrontation, the best thing I could do was turn my back to that room and move as fast as possible. That meant I would have to take my eyes off Otto, leaving me very open to a surprise attack.
Eyeing the brunette, I decided to put him to a little test. If he made a wrong move, Otis would see it so I should be safe. At least in theory. Giving the murderer on the stairs one last look, I made my move; only making it part way into the dining room before I heard my name get called from behind me. Freezing like a caught child, I turned slowly to face the living room; greeted to Otis just standing there as if nothing was happening just seconds before. Baby, on the other hand, glared at me from her position on the couch; blood dribbling freely from her split lip. “Come here,” the wraith hissed, motioning with his hand.
Giving what I hoped was an apologetic glance to the woman who was practically my sister, I moved toward my lover. “I want ya t'go out back and help R.J.. If we're gonna git caught anyway, might as well go out with a bang,” snarled the psychotic male.
“Wouldn't do thet if'n I were you Tissy. Aluminum skull is out thar. Has been since early this mornin',” interjected a calm voice from the doorway.
This, of course, made my blood run cold. Choppy was extremely unpredictable, who knew how he would react to me today. Yet, I couldn't avoid him forever; a fact Otis seemed fully aware of. “She c'n take care of herself. 'Sides, if R.J. lets something happen t'her it'll be his head,” snarled my violent partner before he was pressing his hunting knife into my hand. Taking that as my cue, I left; not looking forward to seeing just what the pair outside were doing.
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