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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!!: Non-consensual oral sex.

Author's Note: There will be some time skips here and there. Bout a month and a half will pass by the time this chapter is done. That'll make Raven eight months pregnant.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Betrayals and Discoveries

Literally everything ground to a screeching halt while his words echoed in my ears, my heart-beat and breathing included. Surely, this unfeeling monster hadn't just said what I thought he had. I'd finally snapped, that was the only plausible explanation and certainly better than allowing myself to believe this ruthless killer had confessed his love for me. Such a notion was dangerous and likely to get me killed. The only problem was, the ghoul seemed to be waiting for a response and that false confession had been all my addled brain had allowed me to hear. Still, it would be even more suicidal to ask him to repeat himself than it would be to respond to what I had heard and I found myself in quite a conundrum.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to just bite the bullet and respond to what my addled brain had made up. Maybe, with how much affection he held for me, the ruthless killer would find it in his heart not to murder me on the spot. “Well, you already know I love you,” I murmured, fighting against the urge to cower as I met his eyes steadily.
“Yeah, 'spose I do. Jest fig'red t'was time ya knew how I feel 'bout ya too,” he sighed, a genuine smile curving his lips as he took in my astonished expression.
“Didn't think I had it in me, did ya?” husked his mid-tone as he bent to brush his lips against mine, his arms tightening slightly as I tried to fully comprehend the words that had just come out of his mouth.
It had been a simple enough phrase but the person it had come out of had made the vocabulary almost seem like it was Greek. Shaking my head slightly, I tried my best to push away my confusion to truly respond. After all, this had to have been the first time he'd ever done or felt anything like this. So, lifting my arms, I took what might be my only opportunity to reciprocate his real feelings and pressed my lips against his; laving my tongue over his chapped lips slowly. He responded with a gruff rumble, his mouth parting open under mine as his unkempt nails dug into my back through my shirt.
With a soft sigh, I broke the lip-lock to meet his sky blue eyes; seeing all manner of intense emotions burning within them. “Otis, I know I said it earlier but… I really love you. Everything I've done has been for your well-being and we're getting close to the end game now. If… if anything goes wrong, you and your family could…,” I murmured, interrupted by the beast darting forward to attack my mouth once again; teeth pulling at my lower lip. Then he was backing me toward the bed, pushing me down into the mattress so his body could hover over mine; his kiss softening slightly as one of his hands came to rest on my large tummy.
The next morning, I sat up to stare at the slumbering wraith next to me; my brow furrowed in consternation. For a few moments last night, it had seemed like he was going to break the strange dry spell he'd imposing upon himself. Yet, just when things were starting to get a bit heated, he'd simply stopped; his white hair hanging in his face as he panted. His jaw had tensed as he seemed to fight with himself, hungry eyes roving over my pregnant body as he let out a shuddering growl. Then he had laid beside me, his arms twitching as he wrapped them around me and pressed his body against mine; staying like that until we'd both fallen asleep.
Shaking my head in wonder at his tenacity, I simply pressed a kiss to his temple before getting out of bed. Last night, R.J. and Choptop had put out the gruesome crucifix that had been made from the two cops the family had killed. I wanted to go downstairs to check the scanner as well as to get a bite to eat. While I knew no one could have found the sacrilegious statue yet, I still needed to confirm it for my own sanity, especially after what had happened last night. I was still having a hard time believing it had happened at all, my jade colored eyes moving to the unconscious form on the bed as I opened the door. Biting my lower lip, I felt a faint feeling of dread as I moved to the other side of the door. “I love you Otis,” I whispered, closing the door behind me before making my way down the hall.
Unfortunately for my peace of mind, days went by with no word over the police radio. In fact, it seemed they hadn't even found what the Fireflies had left up for them. Still, that hadn't helped me feel any better. The not knowing, coupled with the endless waiting, was slowly driving me insane; a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by any of the people in the house. Otis and Choppy especially, the two men watching me like a hawk when they weren't having a silent battle for dominance. It was enough to make me want to run away or tear my hair out, whichever came first. Needless to say, I spent most of my time hanging out by the scanner; just waiting for any sign of Wydell's brother having found out what had happened.
So, it was really no surprise when my rough lover had simply thrown me over his shoulder and carted my butt upstairs after a week of such unhealthy behavior. Laying back on the bed we shared as he stormed out, I found myself both amused and a bit angry that he had ordered me not to leave unless I was hungry or had to go to the bathroom. Still, I was in no position to argue; no matter how helpless being trapped up here made me feel. The best thing I could do was find some way to distract myself, my eyes traveling to the sketchbook on the nightstand. I had only drawn a few things in there so far, not having much time between torturing someone or having sex with Otis. Now would be the perfect time.
As the sun began to set, I looked down at my work with a feeling of satisfaction. I had done many sketches of the lion version of Otis I had designed when I was in highschool. I'd even thrown in a few of Otto, Baby and even Choptop; the sight of these vicious people reduced to animals making me smile just slightly. Closing the book, I looked down at my seven month pregnant tummy before laying down and stretching. As silly as it seemed, drawing that much had really worn me out; a yawn escaping me as I rolled onto my right side and closed my eyes. A short nap wouldn't hurt, my breathing becoming slow and even as I slipped into unconsciousness. Yet, something nagged at me; making me feel oddly like I had forgotten something very important. Then everything simply faded to black and I knew no more.
Floating, nothingness and safety. Yet, there was a strange feeling penetrating the soft comfort of oblivion. Something wet and warm moving on my slit, causing the most tantalizing tingles of pleasure to skitter through my veins as a sigh left me. Humming quietly, I subconsciously opened myself to the sensation; gasping as something warm, wet and muscular penetrated my quivering opening. Arching my back as I felt myself slowly slipping back to consciousness, my hands landed on cold metal that was partially covered by torn, dry flesh. That alone was enough to make my eyes snap open, a soft moan escaping me as a tongue wrapped around my sensitive button.
Shifting my still blurred gaze, I saw something that made my breath stutter as my heart threatened to stop. A steel plated skull was between my thighs, scraggly hair brushing against my skin as his eyes shot up to meet mine. Then he was sucking hard on my clit, only causing the fire within me to build; to my extreme horror. Gasping out a plea for him to stop, I did my best to back away from his hot mouth. This only resulted in him grabbing my hips to hold me in place, his efforts increasing as the coil in my lower body grew tighter and tighter. “N-nnnnnh,” gritted out of me from between clenched teeth, my last attempt at a denial as my breathing began to hitch; my hands yanking at what was left of the beast's hair.
To my horror, I heard the door creak as I started to tip over the edge into oblivion; tears flowing down my cheeks as a strangled gargle left me in place of the scream clawing at my vocal cords. “Th'fuck?!” hissed the half stunned voice of Otis as I came down from my unwanted peak. The psycho between my thighs pulled upward, giving a shit-eating grin to the man I had chosen to be my lover.
“Was what I was tryin' t'do afore ya decided t'interrupt us,” hissed the hippie, his distraction giving me an opening to get him the fuck off me.
Kicking out with my feet, I nailed the bastard in the nuts with the heels of my foot; watching him collapse like a pile of sticks with a feeling of righteous vengeance. Reaching up to grab the knife I had forgotten on the nightstand in the heat of the moment, I scooted away from the writhing killer; sitting on my knees in an effort to both hide myself and to be ready to strike if the need should arise. Otis, on the other hand, was already moving; his left hand wrapping around Choptop's neck while his right pulled out his hunting knife.
In a movement too quick to follow, the wraith had the man who looked so much like him pinned against the wall; his teeth bared as he rested the point of his knife under the other man's chin. “Git dressed and go th'fuck downstairs!” roared the shaking beast I had come here to save, his eyes wild as he increased pressure with the blade. This caused the very tip of the weapon to slice into the skin under the other killer's chin as his hand tightened on Choppy's throat.
“No,” I hissed, not caring that I was disobeying this dangerous person for the first time since I had gotten here.
Getting to my feet to pull on some maternity jeans, I was well aware of the glower I was getting from my unpredictable companion but I honestly didn't care. A sense of violation as well as unreasonable rage had replaced any of my normal level headedness. Instead of listening to any of the logic my brain was trying to throw at me, I simply gripped the balisong my boyfriend had given me; stomping over to stand by his side. “You're not the only one this filth has wronged here,” hissed out of me, my vision going red as I entered a very strange state of mind. A state I usually reverted to when I was participating in one of Otis' 'bonding' activities. It was cold, distant and very cruel; seeming to relish pain much like the monster to my right did. I would have no problem torturing this pathetic member of the Sawyer family for committing such an unforgivable wrong.
“Th'fuck ya thin yer doing?! I told ya t'git yer fuckin' ass downstairs,” snarled his response, his anger practically stabbing my skin as I turned my head to meet his furious eyes.
In the meantime, Choptop was gurgling as he began to turn slightly blue; his heels drumming loudly against the scribble covered wall behind him. Growling, the near albino choking him loosened the grip just slightly; allowing the chrome-domed freak to grab a few breaths of air. “And I said no! He fuckin' raped me and you expect me to just go on down to the family while 'my man' takes care of it? Nothing doing! You allowed me to get mine back from Hugo, why're ya forcing me to take a step back now?!” I spat, the darker part of me fully in charge as my temper fumed.
Yet, as my assailant's bloodshot eyes met mine, I felt some of that killing urge fade. He looked so much like Otis, had even felt like him during the act he'd committed on me. Even the energy he gave off felt similar, not to mention the shared memories we had due to some connection he had with my lover. A connection none of us could even begin to understand. Despite what he had done, I felt my heart actually begin to twist in my chest at the thought of ending his life. “Cause there's some freaky thing between the two of ya! He remembers the things I've done with you as if he's done them himself! Ya can't tell me ya wouldn't try t'stop me from carryin' out justice,” growled a deep rasp from beside me, a knowing expression on his gaunt, stubble covered visage.
I wanted to argue right away but found myself unable to. While I knew nothing about this man, I still felt a strange connection to him. Watching him die would be akin to seeing Otis die and I wasn't sure I could commit such an act with my own hand. “This is what I'm talkin' 'bout. Go on down. I'm gonna take care of business whether you like it or not,” the wraith hissed, increasing pressure on the knife and pushing more of the blade into Choptop's chin. Without thinking, I reached out to grab the arm holding the knife; pulling slightly in an effort to get him to stop. The look I got in return from my lover made me feel lower than the dirt embedded in the carpet.
“Please, I don't know why but… I just can't let you kill him. Its like he is you,” I blurted, the statement feeling correct despite not knowing what it meant.
“What?!” both men snarled in unison, Otis dropping his would-be victim as he turned to face me.
I could only rub the back of my head as I fumbled around for a means to explain myself. While Otis would probably understand, if only slightly; Choptop certainly wouldn't. “I think the reason why we're experiencing what we are is that you two are played by the same actor in the reality I came from. I have idea why it affected things here but its all I have. If you kill him, there's really no telling what will happen to you. It almost seems like you two share a soul link or something,” I informed, watching the very similar pair in front of me.
While still obviously different people, they shared a lot of facial features as well as some movement habits. Even some of their speech patterns were the same, only giving credence to her assumptions. Otis pinched the bridge of his nose while looking irritated, his practical doppelganger just looking confused as well as angry. “Th'fuck ya talking 'bout? Yer… 'reality'? Same actor playing us?! Are ya fuckin' touched in th'head?” spat the confused hippie, scratching nervously at his exposed plate with his trusty hanger.
“No, she ain't. She knows things she shouldn't. Things that happened almost exactly like she said they would. She also seemed t'know me afore we'd even met, doin' all th'right things t'make sure I dun kill her,” my temperamental lover sighed, sounding like he was loathe to even explain that much to the other man in the room.
The confused madman only furrowed his pasty brow, looking from me to Otis and back again. Opening his mouth to say something, the reject from the 60's found himself interrupted by a knock on the door-frame. “Hate t'butt in but we got a bit of a problem down thar,” purred the sonorous voice of Otto, sounding downright livid. Moving my gaze to him, I saw his furious gaze fixed on the man he'd brought with him; a muscle ticking in a tanned cheek. This got the dangerous duo moving, leaving me alone with someone who could be considered an in-law.
“Th'bastard hurt ya?” husked out of him from his position in the doorway.
“Not in the sense of the word. Doesn't make what happened right though…,” I whispered, distressed to find I honestly felt less violated than I had initially let on. In fact, other than the fervor caused by my initial shock, I hadn't really felt much but guilt as well as an anger for him doing such a thing without my consent. I didn't feel dirty or any of the other emotions normally associated with rape.
“No, it doesn't honey. I cain't apologize enough fer what he done either. I was s'possed t'keep an eye on him,” Otto whispered, motioning for me with his hand.
Narrowing my eyes at the gesture, I decided to stay where I was. As hard as he was trying to gain my trust, I knew better than to let my guard down around a killer. “Why was he here if you were the one keeping an eye on him,” I quipped, having a slight suspicion that he might be responsible for some of what happened.
“He, uh, he snuck away from me while I was tunin' th'scanner and, uh, talkin' t'Baby,” he confessed, eyes moving side to side like he was afraid Otis would appear any second to gut him. The youngest member of the Firefly clan had been the closest thing to a girlfriend the ghoul had before I came along. To say he was possessive of her would be an understatement of epic proportions.
“Really? Otis catches ya with her, your guts will be used for garters,” I pointed out, walking toward the door to go downstairs and join my lover. Not only did I want to see what was going on down there but I also wanted to make sure the two men wouldn't try to kill eachother. With how closely they seemed to be connected, there was really no telling what would happen if one died.
For all I knew, the man I had come here to save would die just because of that; making me understandably nervous about the pair being left alone together for too long. Unfortunately, Otto seemed unwilling to move to the side to let me by. “Sorry sweetheart, I think Tissy wants ya t'stay right here. 'Specially with the news that just came down the line,” he murmured, his words making anxiety squeeze around my heart.
“Wh-what happened?” I gasped, the world around me seeming to shrink as I swayed in place.
“Hey, hey! Easy there! Maybe ya should sit down,” husked a baritone as muscled arms steadied me. Then I was being steered toward the bed, sitting on the mattress as I fought to keep my grip on reality.
Even when I had first come here, I wasn't as scared as I found myself now. One possibility and one possibility only stood out in my mind. Wydell was coming. If that was true, we didn't have much time left we had to start packing as well as arrange for transportation. There was also the fact that, as far as I knew, we really had nowhere to go. Looking up, I saw denim colored eyes looking down at me with a fair amount of concern. “You okay? Please tell me you are so I c'n git outta this room. If Tissy catches me in here, I'm a dead man,” he begged, eyes wide and scared as they moved from me to the empty doorway.
“Y-yeah but… I need to know what's going on down there,” I whispered, biting the inside of my cheek lightly to help bring my vision back into focus just a bit.
Otto only seemed to sag slightly, casting me a sideways glance before moving back to outside the room. “I c'n easily tell ya what happened. Some guy called John Quincy Wydell was trying t'circumvent th'law t'send out a posse our way. Th'deputies are trying t'slow him down a bit but its only a matter of time afore he comes out on his own. Cause of that, Choptop and I'll be takin' off soon. No offense, but we dun need t'be caught up in y'all's mess,” he informed, grimacing as if bothered by his own words. Unfortunately, the lack of the pair's presence was the least of my worries.
“Oh good Christ… We have to get moving, like now,” I whispered mostly to myself, not daring to stand with how faint I felt. I could feel my heart doing its best to beat its way out of my chest and it was all I could do to get a really good breath in.
“Doubt Otis'd see it that way. He'd likely want to stay as long as he could. Th'man really doesn't like change,” Otto sighed, his brow furrowing as he bent his head and began to nibble on his lower lip.
Rubbing my clammy arms as I began to shake badly, I was startled to feel helpless tears pouring down my cheeks as my chest tightened. Forcing myself to take in a deep breath, I closed my eyes as I sniffled to clear my air passages of the mucus that had begun to flow. I was having a full on panic attack, something that hadn't happened for years. Taking in a slow breath through my nose, I let it out just as slowly while the tears continued to flow. “Could you at least stick around until we know for sure when they're coming?” I whispered, hating the fact I couldn't control myself in this moment. Not only could I lose Otis but my own life as well as that of my child. Not to mention the rest of the family.
“Yeah, course I c'n… Wouldn't feel right unless I did. Never been too close with Tissy but th'Fireflys are okay. There's also you and that baby yer carryin'. That's mah blood. Kinda hard t'just screw y'all over t'save myself. Cain't say th'same fer ol' Chrome-dome down thar,” came a quick response. I could only nod, feeling grateful he was ignoring my current emotional state.
The baby inside me, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as polite. Unsettled by my distress, the developing fetus gave me a sharp kick in the ribs; making me wince as both hands flew instinctually to my large tummy. “Shit, do ya need me t'git Tissy? Is th'kid comin' already?” exclaimed the panicked voice of my current companion, making me smile despite the turmoil whirling within my head.
“No, they're jut upset that mama's in a bit of a tizzy. Its their way of telling me to calm down,” I assured, taking a shuddering breath as the panic attack slowly began to taper off. Otto merely tipped me a skeptical eyebrow before hollering down the hall for his cousin anyway, only seeming amused by my angry glare.
Time seemed to pass slowly from that point on, a disturbing silence coming from the scanner. I was just starting to enter my eighth month before we heard anything at all. I was sitting in the living room, allowing Baby to hold me against her side as we listened to the static of an unused radio line. Then there was a series of clicks before a familiar voice began to ask if anyone was listening. “Hey Irv, what's up?” responded the younger voice right on cue, the sudden communication making me hold my breath in anticipation.
“That crazy Wydell brother is demanding we go out and examine some godforsaken stretch of road out in Ruggsville. Wanna go on out this weekend?” came the catalyst we'd all been waiting patiently for.
“I'll call Cutter,” Mama announced, moving out into the hall where the hidden phone was as the rest of the conversation faded into the background.
It was only Otto turning off the tuner that snapped me out of my spiral of fear. “Time we scrammed. Way beyond in fact,” he announced, gathering up his machine. Suddenly, Choptop was placing a hand on his upper arm to stop him; a strange expression on his gaunt face as the adopted member of his family met his gaze.
“I ain't leavin',” he announced, the declaration making everyone stop to stare at him.
Otis bared his teeth as he pulled his trusty knife, looking like he very much wanted to show the other man just who was in charge here. Holding up a hand to stop any possible carnage, the wraith's cousin set the scanner back down before moving his head to one side sharply to crack his neck. “Don't remember phrasing that as a suggestion,” he hissed before he was striking, bringing down clasped fists on Choptop's plated head in a movement too fast for any human eye.
“Tissy, mind getting' th'equipment,” he purred before tipping an invisible hat at the two women on the couch. And, just like that, he was gone; making me feel both relieved as well as apprehensive.
While he and his partner were dangerous, it would have been nice to have the extra hands. Especially with Spaulding involved. When all was said and done, there was no guarantee the old clown would allow me in the vehicle with Otis and Baby. That meant I would be with Mama, RJ and Tiny. While the prospect honestly bothered me, it would be much safer for everyone involved. All the heat would likely be on Otis, Baby and Spaulding; meaning it was an extreme risk to have a pregnant woman along. All I could hope was that my protective lover would be willing to allow me away from his side.
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