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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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WARNING!!!: A lot of blood! Desecration of dead bodies! Desecration of religious symbols and ideology! Crucifixion of corpses!

Author's Note: Heh, if you're easily offended you'd have stopped reading looooong before this chapter. Still, this one isn't too pleasant. Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me.

Twenty-Two: Real Talk

The scent of blood was the first thing that hit me and I was a few feet away from the huge barn R.J. used as his makeshift garage. It was also used for some of the projects the family took part in, including the death of Hugo. Just being near the building filled me with nausea, the thick, coppery scent pouring from the open doors not helping one bit. Taking a breath through my mouth to avoid the smell, I immediately regretted life itself as the taste of it filled said orifice. It was almost as if I was drinking straight from a cut jugular vein, coming close to making me gag before I had even set foot in the place. This, of course, didn't give me much confidence about actually entering.
Placing a hand on the rounded dome of my womb, I took a breath to gather my courage before going inside. The sight that greeted me upon doing so came very close to just making me turn around to go back inside, no matter what Otis had to say about it. On the rear wall of the structure, where we had hung Hugo before getting to work on him, was what looked like a homemade crucifix. That, in and of itself, wasn't the disturbing part. It was what was posed on it that came close to making me puke my guts out.
Juxtaposed on the wooden, lower case 't' were the two bodies of the cops, the younger positioned over the older in a 69 pose. As I got closer, I saw they had been tied to each other as well as the crucifix with barbed wire, a matching crown on George's head. Blood trickled lazily from the wounds made by the sharp barbs on the string of wire and his eyes had been glued open so he had a rather shocked expression on his mustached face. Shuddering at the sight, I switched my focus from the bodies to the pair under them; only feeling more apprehension when I saw they had both drawn their knives and were currently yelling at eachother.
Not really wanting to approach but having little to no choice, I cleared my throat as I got closer; nearly overwhelmed by an instinct to flee when both men turned to give me a withering glare. As soon as R.J. saw it was me, however, he immediately deflated; a look of outright fear coming over his face as he dropped his weapon. Choptop, on the other hand, merely looked annoyed as he sheathed his own knife with a sour expression. “Th'Hell're you doin' out here?” he hissed, pulling out his trusty hanger to scratch at the exposed plate embedded in his skull.
“Otis sent me out to help,” I sighed, not too surprised when the crazed hippie merely laughed in response.
“Ya gotta be kiddin' me! A girl like you dun belong out here, doin' things like this. Ya'd jest start thrown' up 'n' cryin' 'n' jest making everythin' a huge ol' mess,” the psychopath chuckled, dismissing me with a wave of his hand. It was only when R.J. backed away from him like he had the plague that he began to look just a little uneasy.
Looking around as if he expected a hidden camera crew, the half bald killer only grew more disconcerted when the man he had been arguing with motioned me to come forward. “Dun mind him. Do whatever ya want. All I know is Otis wants a message carved on em,” the normally stoic man murmured, his tan complexion horribly pale as he used a winch to lower the cross to the dirt floor. This seemed to set Choppy right the fuck off, pale eyes shining with rage as he rushed the much bigger man; grabbing the collar of R.J.'s shirt while his eyes bugged out of his head.
“Yer not tellin' me we're 'bout t'let some broad in on our project! I dun care what Caspar in thar sez, that bitch ain't touchin' mah hard work. She'll jest girl it up,” he spat, the bear skin clad man he was yelling at looking just as neutral as ever.
“Alrigh', you jest tell thet t'Otis then. Sure he ain't far behind,” Rufus Jr. suggested, brushing off the shorter, thinner man before moving to stand by my side; as if to protect me in his 'brother's' stead.
The singular member of the Sawyer family only bared his teeth, cursing as he stomped around and proceeded to throw a tantrum. After a few minutes he finally spat a hostile agreement, crossing his arms across his bony chest and frowning like a spoiled child denied a toy he wanted. Rolling my eyes slightly, I brought up the knife Otis gave me; approaching the blood drenched pair as the cross they were tied to was laid flat on the ground. From the looks of it, they had been worked over pretty good; leaving me with little I could possibly add to the mess. The younger man's jaw had even been pried open, the flaccid member of his partner placed in his gaping mouth.
It was then inspiration struck, my muse whispering something in my ear while my mind blanked and my hand moved. By the time I was done, a perverted verse from the bible had been carved across the back of the young deputy. 'This is my body. Take it and eat. This my blood. The blood of a new and everlasting covenant. Drink and do this in remembrance of me.' The quote from the last supper. Just seeing such a sacrilegious act committed by my own hand filled the bit of my stomach with a sickening, burning guilt. While I had never put much stock in the teachings of Yahweh, it felt a whole different level of wrong to disrespect a God so blatantly. Especially after what had happened to me.
“Not bad… Ya c'n read it clearly and the text looks nice 'nough,” grumbled a higher mid-tone from behind me, bringing me the rest of the way back to reality with a cold wash of fear. Doing my best not to freeze, I turned my head to give a curt nod to Choptop.
“Thanks. It's not my first time you know,” I pointed out, not really knowing why I felt the need to point that out to this man. He couldn't possibly give two shits about what I had done and when.
“Yeah, seems like twig butt taught ya a thing 'r two… But ya got no style, nothin' that makes it yer own,” he continued, pursing his lips as he continued to look over my work.
“Thet comes with time an' you know it chrome-dome,” hissed a deeper mid-tone from the entry of the barn, making us both turn to Otis as he made his way toward us; Otto not far behind. While the ghoul looked furious, his cousin couldn't look more pleased; an amused grin on his face as he watched events unfold.
Giving Choptop a glare, my lover shifted his gaze to me; narrowing his sky blue eyes as he looked me over for any injuries. Once satisfied, his eyes shifted to the corpses on the floor; his angry expression slowly fading for something that came close to resembling pride. Yet, as soon as it was there, it was gone just as quickly; replaced with his signature frown. “Ya did good. Me, R.J., Otto and nancy boi here have got it from here. Git on inside and listen to thet scanner. Send out Mama or Baby if ya hear anythin' 'bout them pigs makin' their way out here,” spat the wraith, holding out a hand for his knife.
Placing the hilt in his palm, I left all too gladly; just happy my churning stomach hadn't betrayed me. Still, as I made my way through the kitchen and toward the living room, I couldn't help but think about the argument my murderous companion and his sister had about me just moments ago. With how heated it had sounded, I highly doubted the blonde was exactly looking forward to seeing me or the pregnant belly I sported. If I was her, I would feel incredibly hurt every time I saw the other woman. Knowing her, however, the psychotic woman was also tempted to just rip the child out of my womb.
Still, I had little choice and I took a moment to palm the butterfly knife I had stashed in my right pants pocket. Taking a deep breath, I entered the room; a wave of malice hitting me almost instantly. It didn't take an empath to sense the anger swirling in the air, even with the blonde facing away from me. If she turned to look at me, there was no doubt in my mind that I'd spontaneously combust on the spot. Needless to say, none of this helped me feel any better about going any further in. It was only the order from Otis that made me keep moving, feeling angry eyes burning on my skin as I walked to the police scanner on the coffee table. Avoiding Baby's gaze, I turned on the huge machine; tuning it to the proper frequency and holding my breath as the two men from before began to talk.
Thankfully, it was just idle chatter; nothing to indicate they were even close to mobilizing. There were a few concerning mentions of Wydell's 'crazy ass brother' but nothing that led me to believe he was on our scent yet. Switching off the device with a sigh of relief, I became aware of another person standing right beside me. Turning my head slowly, I saw a very pissed Baby just inches away from me. Cold, blue eyes fixed on me as she took huge breaths, a kitchen knife clutched tightly in one hand. Tightening my grip on my own weapon while keeping it in my pocket, I turned to face her; hoping it wouldn't go as far as an actual fight.
Not only was I not all that confidant about my ability to defend myself against her but I doubted my condition would help matters. “What makes you so special? Why… why is he lettin' ya keep yer baby… I-I thought… I thought I knew him til ya came along! Now he's actin' all strange and its cause of you and that brat,” she spat, her thin body shaking as tears began to fill her innocent eyes.
“I… I don't know. I'm just as shocked as you are. With everything I know about your brother, none of this should be happening. The only person he's ever cared about before was you,” I explained as calmly as I could, wanting nothing more than to just skirt around her and run to the room. There was just no way in Hell any of this would end well.
To my utter astonishment, the murderess merely gave me a confused look; tilting her head to one side as sympathy mixed with the hurt and anger on her pale face. “Ya mean… ya really dun realize… I mean, I know Otis c'n be a bit rough but… Ya mean ya really haven't noticed?” she whispered, all fight seeming to leak out of her as she set her knife on the table right by the scanner.
“Noticed what? Both you and Otto act like you know something I don't and I'm the one who's been living with the man,” I spat, my temper coming to the surface against my will. In an instant, the other woman was taking me into her arms; shushing me gently as she led me to the couch.
Taking a seat next to me, the woman who was basically my sister patted my knee before looking around for any sign of her 'brother' or his cousin. “If'n neither of 'em told ya, I certainly ain't but this changes thangs. I almost feel sorry fer ya…,” she murmured, rubbing the back of her head as a shamed smile came over her face. It was almost as if she felt silly for being jealous in the first place, a fact that confused me greatly.
“If ya dun even realize… I cain't very well hold it against ya. Kinda silly that I did in th'first place naow that I think 'bout it. Yer fam'ly an' Otis trusts ya. Its jest a lot t'git used ta,” she continued, only making me feel more confused as well as irritated.
Brushing her off as I shook my head, I merely gave her a slight glare before deciding to just let it go. Neither Otto or Baby were about to tell me what they were going on about and it wasn't really worth the headache to keep worrying about it. Besides, if it was anything important, Otis would tell me himself. So, grabbing the remote for the TV off the top of the police scanner, I simply turned on the electronic box and flipped to an old horror movie. “So… are we really like that to you?” asked a shy voice from beside me after a moment, drawing my attention back to her.
At first, her random comment confused me. Then I saw she was looking at the movie and it clicked. “Yeah, you and the Sawyers weren't really real where I came from. It still kinda blows my mind that I'm even here,” I replied, wondering just how much Otis had explained to her and Mama.
“So… you know everything that's going to happen?” came a hopeful, almost frightened whisper; drawing my attention solely to Baby.
Blue eyes were fixed on me as if I held all the answers, as if I could save all of them. Licking my lips as I rubbed the back of my head, I shook my head. “Yes and no. Some things have happened that weren't in the movie and some things have happened a lot slower. Most of it has been right but, because of my own actions, I can't really say what will happen. I've already changed the course of events from what they would have been… At least I hope so…,” I sighed, avoiding her gaze as I focused on the matted carpet below my shoes.
“Wh-what were ya hopin' ta do with alla this? What happens t'us?” came a response I truly didn't want to hear.
Closing my eyes as I grimaced, I cradled the growing child in my womb as I took another deep breath for courage. Even after all I had been through, had done because of Otis; just thinking about what would have happened made my heart cramp into a painful ball inside my chest. “Y-you all d-die… Wydell's brother takes Mama and R.J. by surprise while you and Otis sneak out the back to meet Captain Spaulding. They're the first victims… Y-you guys try to run but you soon come across some travelers who distract you. You and Otis were caught… Wydell tortures h-him… You two manage to escape for a bit with Spaulding but die in a blaze of fire with the cops not too long after…,” I whispered, my heart breaking more the longer I spoke. Soon I was downright sobbing, my body shaking as old emotions welled up inside me.
“Oh honey… Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh. Nothin's happened yet. We're all safe thanks to yew. Wai, you alerting Otis to thet one girl was more'n enough t'slow down th'pigs at least,” whispered a sweet voice in my ear as the blonde wrapped me in her arms.
“I-I know that but… Just thinking about anything happening to Otis… Christ Baby, I only love him more since I came here. After everything he's done, made me do… I love the sick bastard,” I replied, my eyes widening as I realized what I had said. I had confessed my true feelings for a psychopath, a man who couldn't have any sort of feelings for me by definition. My only solace was I had merely spilled the beans to his sister and not to the man himself. I never noticed the pair standing in the kitchen.
Pale blue eyes narrowed, a stubble coated pair of lips pursing as a more muscular figure comes to stand slightly behind him. “Told ya Tissy. That woman… I ain't never seen someone so smitten afore and its all over yer skinny ass,” cooed a deep baritone, a tanned hand closing over a shockingly pale, bony shoulder.
“As if I din know that. She would slit her own throat jest cause I ordered it. Hearin' her say she loves me is no surprise t'me… Hearin' her s'broken up 'bout seein' me dead… Cripes Otto… Th'Hell'd I git myself into?” hissed the wraith, looking almost scared as he turned to face his blood relative. All he got was a sympathetic expression as the brunette shook his head slowly.
“Its called love and I think ya know thet. You protect her, look after her better'n ya do th'others. On top of that, it almost seems like yer lookin' forward to th'child. Look at it this way, if'n sumthin' happens ta that thar gal; do ya think you'll be able t'go back to normal right away?” the handsome Texan pointed out, scratching his left cheek where his beauty mark was. Otis only tensed briefly before letting out a quiet growl as he began to pace angrily.
“'Course not! She's… she's everything t'me now and thet's what pisses me off! I've stopped havin' sex with her on account'a thet brat she's carryin'! Worst part is, I cain't relieve myself with th'stock downstairs over even Baby without feelin' guilty 'bout it,” spat the thin murderer, his brow furrowed with fury as well as reluctant worry.
“I ain't never felt this way for no bitch afore. It's… it's almost scary Toto… Now… now I actually care… I know how it feels to want… to want to protect someone,” Otis confessed, stopping long enough to run a shaky hand through his white hair. Still, he was not comforted when a hand closed over his shoulder.
Instead, the wraith shrugged off the appendage; glowering at one of his very few blood relations. All in all, Otto was the only person from his family he bothered to have contact with. Mostly due to the fact he was the only one who shared the near albino's taste for sadistic torture and murder. Yet that didn't mean he liked the man. His cousin was far more brash, more showy about what he did. He was known to run his mouth about literally everything and, the most irritating thing was, he was normally spot on. That meant the dickhead's advice was normally worth listening to. Still, that didn't make not stabbing a knife into the center of his cousin's grin any easier. “Go ahead and jest say it… Git it th'fuck outta yer system now,” Otis hissed, doing his best to keep his rising rage from boiling over as the brunette smirking at him began to chuckle.
Holding his hands up as a teasing grin came over his handsome face, Otto shook his head as he made a show of rolling his cerulean eyes. “What? Ya think we're still in preschool? I'm way too old ta tease ya 'bout finally finding someone you actually give more than one fuck about,” he assured, his words feeling sarcastic and not even a tiny bit sincere. Fighting the urge to hiss at the taller man, the ghoul simply narrowed his eyes before shoving his way through; heading toward the living room to check on his pregnant companion. He only stopped when he felt a hand grab his upper arm.
Spinning out of the grip, Otis pulled out his hunting knife on sheer instinct; pointing the weapon mere inches from Otto's face. “I did want ta talk t'ya 'bout some thangs though,” the brown haired murderer explained, a strange expression in his denim colored eyes.
“Make it fuckin' speedy,” hissed the seething wraith, his pale eyes moving to Choptop as the other man opened the back door to come into the house.
“It's 'bout yer girl. She dun have a clue 'bout… certain things,” Otto responded, giving the man across from him a pointed gaze while the singular member of the Sawyer family that had joined them rolled his eyes and continued on his way into the house.
“Ya best start makin' sense real damn quick,” Otis spat, his voice pitched low as his gaze stayed focused on the man who looked so much like him but was much more unpredictable. It only made him more nervous that the crazed hippy was making his way toward the voices of the women.
“She dun know ya actually love her. I know you ain't inta alla thet mushy stuff but, dayum Tissy. With all th'shit 'bout t'go down ya need t'make sure she knows jest where ya stand! Or do ya want t'die without her knowin' jest what she means t'ya,” Otto pointed out, pursing his lips when his only family began to nibble his own lips in thought.
Unaware of the conversation that had happened until much later, I simply decided to spend some time with Baby to watch movies while I tried to calm down. Confessing my feelings to my lover's jealous and psychotic 'sister' wasn't exactly my smartest move. Yet, to my unending surprise, she seemed to take it in stride. In fact, she seemed to calm down entirely, all hints of her earlier ire simply vanishing as if it had never existed in the first place. Instead of dwelling on this, however, I chose to just accept the circumstances as part of her craziness. If I didn't, there was every likelihood I would simply go mad from trying to comprehend the sudden switch. “Hey, bitch. Yer lover boy and Otter-pop r'discussin' ya,” whispered a raspy mid-tone that sent a chill down my spine.
“An' jest what d'you care what they do and who they're talkin' 'bout,” spat Baby as we both turned to look at the intruder.
Stringy wisps of what was left of his white hair hung in a gaunt, almost skull-like face as pale blue eyes glared at me. Huffing and rolling his angry orbs, Choppy simply took hold of one of my arms to yank me to my feet; ignoring the blonde next to me as she shot to her feet and pulled a butterfly knife from her pocket. “Jest hold yer water bimbo. I ain't stupid enough ta try t'kill this sow. We jest need ta talk real quick. There are a lotta thangs I need ta know that she jest won't tell me,” hissed the 60's themed psychopath, shoving me behind his back as the youngest Firefly flicked open her weapon.
“Th'Hell ya do! If'n she hasn' tol' ya yet, she ain't gonna. I also ain't 'bout t' jest sit by an' allow ya t'whisk her off somewhere,” the flaxen haired murderess snarled, going into a fighting stance as the pair began to circle eachother.
Narrowing my eyes, I gave Baby a pointed glance before taking Choptop's bone thin arm into a loose hold. Giving a tug to get his focus on me, I gave him my best seductive smile as I moved the hand on his arm up to a grizzled cheek. Immediately, his eyes locked on me; his lips parting as his breath halted. Making sure I had my other hand on my balisong, I allowed myself to stroke him; more than a little surprised when I felt an electric jolt shoot up my arm from the action. Still, I stood my ground; watching as his eyes softened and his breathing slowed. Pulling him close by the back of his neck, I took in the hopeful glimmer in his baby blues right before I flipped open my blade and placed the sharp point right on his jugular. “You can talk to me alone any time you want sugar. Just keep in mind this kitten's got claws,” I spat, not liking the guilt that filled me at the betrayed expression on his skull-like face.
A sudden creak near the entry of the living room drew all of our attentions to a fuming Otis as well as a seemingly amused Otto. “Good girl Raven. Naow head on upstairs. I got somethin' ta tell ya after this fairy and I have a 'conversation',” hissed the obviously pissed off murderer, just a hint of fear on his stubble covered face. Giving a nod, I backed away from the rail thin hippie with my weapon still drawn; stopping long enough to give my pale partner a kiss on his lips in an effort to show who I belonged to. The wraith purred in response, wrapping an arm around me as his tongue briefly licked my lips; drawing a small gasp from me as he pulled away.
“Go on naow. Lock th'door til I git thar an' don't let anyone in but me. Not even Baby or Mama,” husked an urgent mid-tone, chapped lips pressing to my forehead before a pair of hands was pushing me towards the stairs. Not sparing a look backward, I made my way to our room; locking the door behind me as soon as I was safely inside.
Sitting in the darkness, waiting for my lover, I found myself having a lot of time to think of my odd reaction to the man known as 'Choptop' Sawyer. It has almost been like I was with Otis in that moment, only the knowledge of the danger he posed keeping me grounded enough to defend myself. Touching the lips that had pressed against his greasy cheek, I wondered just what the fuck was going on as a shudder rolled through my body. Whatever it was, it needed to stop. The crazy psychopath was nothing I wanted to get involved with, especially with me already deeply involved with someone much more dangerous than he was.
Glaring at the ceiling as I reached over to turn on the lamp Mama had recently bought for us, I silently cursed out any of the known Gods that could be watching me at this moment. Surely whatever was going on had to be some sick joke and I was growing tired of all the strain it was putting me under. It was then a quick knock on the door shattered my thoughts and I was on my feet, my heart pounding as I asked who it was. “Otis. Let me in already,” spat a familiar voice, making me feel just a little bit better as I swung open the wood separating us.
The instant it was open, the almost albino wraith charged in; shutting and locking the passage behind him. Sky blue eyes glared at me through white-blonde locks, a thin chest heaving as his sneering lips twitched. Reaching for me, he took me into a tight hold; his teeth biting my lips as he began to practically chew my face off. His breath came in hot pants as his hands scrabbled at my back. He only seemed to soften once he assured himself I was solid, his teeth leaving for lips as he slowly relaxed around me. “Fuckin' Hell… Rat fink is right and I hate it s'much I could spit!” Otis hissed, his fingers twitching as he began to nip my face; moving to my neck as he began to utter obscenities toward a person I could only assume was Otto.
Before I could ask what he was talking about, the agitated monster pulled back enough to look me in the eyes. Seeming both furious and nervous at the same time, he licked his peeling lips before pressing his forehead against mine and taking a shaky breath. “'m fuckin' scared fer the first time in mah life and you'd better damn well be worth it, ya hear?” whispered his rasp of a voice, sounding as close to vulnerable as I'd ever heard him.
“Raven… I want ya t'listen gewd cause I ain't got no intention of sayin' any of this agin. I fuckin' love ya,” came a confession that made my reality grind to a complete halt.
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