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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: Day of the escape. Things don't entirely go as planned.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Time to Bug Out

A hot, dry wind blew through the open yard, dust billowing across the cracked dirt of the desert hard-pan. A lone figure stood on a rickety, rotting porch, a large cowboy hat perched on top of a white haired head. Jaw muscle ticking visibly under his stubble coated cheek, he tapped a booted foot impatiently. “Clown was s'possed t'be here an hour ago,” hissed a furious mid-tone as the wraith-like figure glared at a worn down watch on his bone thin wrist. I could only watch, finding it best to stay silent after the huge argument we'd just had.
Only moments earlier, I had dared to suggest I should go with Mama, R.J. and Tiny. That had made Otis completely blow up, pinning me against the wall as his knife appeared in his hand for the first time in months. Instead of resting the point against my neck, he had merely brandished it while he yelled. He made it extremely clear I was to go with him, Spaulding and Baby and that no more would be said about it. That was when I had temporarily gone insane and argued back. I could still hear the words I had said in my head. “It would be the smartest course of action and we both know it. Mama and the other two won't have as nearly a large spotlight on them as you three,” I had reasoned. He went nuclear, to put it lightly.
After ten minutes of reaming my ass out and telling me I had never mouthed off to him like this before, he then inferred he had been going too soft on me and that things would change once we were safe. Needless to say, that had frozen me; apprehension filling me as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me downstairs. Staring up at his back as I came out of my memories, I huddled next to Mama as I tried to make myself as small as possible. I hadn't seen him that angry at me in quite some time and I wasn't eager to see what punishment he had in mind once the baby was born. My only comfort was that he was waiting, something I was sure wouldn't have happened earlier on in our relationship.
Suddenly, far down the two ruts that served as a driveway, there was a plume from an approaching vehicle; making my skin tingle as anxiety gripped my heart. While I knew logically that it was too soon for Wydell to be here, that didn't stop me from wishing I had learned how to use a gun while I could. At least then I would have been of some use, not that Otis would really allow me to become involved. Still, seeing the glimmer of the huge van I remembered from the film filled me with relief. It was Spaulding and he had no idea the killer in front of me had allowed me to keep my child. There was even a possibility he had no idea I was pregnant at all.
As he pulled up to the house, I found myself cowering behind both Baby and Mama; doing my best to hide my pregnancy for as long as possible. I just knew that as soon as he saw it, the man was going to blow his wig. “Alright, lets git loaded and git this here show on the road,” bawled the aging psychopath, wiping a paint smeared brow with a grimy cloth. Baby snapped to work, carrying out bags of possessions while Mama turned to comfort me.
“Yew'll be okay dahlin'. Mah Otis won't let anythin' happen t'yew or that there child,” soothed her thickly accented voice, a pink nailed hand moving through my tangled, black hair. With everything going on, I'd had little time to continue my grooming regime; to my extreme chagrin.
“Its not me I'm worried about,” I whispered, jumping slightly when I felt a firm grip encircle around my upper arm.
Looking up, I saw a familiar frown looming over me; fury sparkling in icy orbs. Without a word, he was yanking me toward him; drawing a startled yelp from me in the process. Biting my lips against protests, I followed; bracing myself for the storm. I wasn't disappointed, Spaulding puffing up as soon as his dark eyes landed on my huge stomach. “No! Fuck that Otis! I did not sign up for this!” snarled his gruff voice, shattering the silence of the sweltering day. I could only heave a heavy sigh, looking up at Mama as she hovered in the open doorway; a concerned look on her face. Allowing myself to really take her in, I saw the normally bubbly woman was adorned in a wispy pink dress; her blonde hair a rat's nest of tangled curls and hollow, black circles under her eyes. She looked like a woman haunted.
Ever since the planned ambush had been confirmed, the whole family had been in an upheaval to get ready to leave. Before the fight with Otis, I had learned the plan from the harried matriarch. She, R.J. and Tiny were going to head north. The clown, ghoul, Baby and I were going to the South, at least at first. In the long run, we were eventually going to meet up at a secret location that had long ago been set up for this very eventuality. It was only after things cooled down that they would dare to move again, never to go back to their home for fear of a trap. Thankfully, Otis still had a house of his own to offer them. It had been left to him by his parents as his birthright, one of the few useful things they had ever done for him. Or so he had said.
It was the feeling of angry eyes on me that drew me out of my thoughts, my gaze going to the older man in the yard. His furious orbs were fixed on my swollen womb, a sneer fixed on his brown face. My violent lover was storming forward immediately, his hand palming his hunting knife as he made his way down rickety stairs. His stringy, whitish blonde hair hung in his face, icy blue eyes glaring at Spaulding from behind it. A snarl fixed itself on his stubble surrounded lips as he stomped towards the clown, stopping when their noses were nearly touching. “We ain't got time fer this horse shit. We have t'git movin' now,” the wraith hissed, every line in his body screaming of rage. The greasepaint covered male simply narrowed his eye before huffing out of his nose irritably.
“Fine, pack up yer and Baby's stuff in th'van. Let th'piece of tail thar ride with R.J. and them. Cops aren't really after them anyway boi,” Spaulding growled, unperturbed by Otis' outburst. This suggestion did not go over well with the murderer.
Flaring his nostrils while his hands curled into shaking fists, the incensed wraith had to swallow a few times before he was able to speak through his roiling fury. “How 'bout fuck you! I ain't leavin' her,” Otis snarled, glaring heatedly into the other man's make-up smeared face. Every line of his lean body was tense and twitching as he stood toe to toe with Mama's latest lover, ready to kill him if he dared to say the wrong thing.
“Otis that's th'most goddamned stupid thang I've ever heard ya say! She's jest a piece of pussy boi! Th'brat she carries isn't worth fucking dyin' fer! Either let her go with R.J. or leave her here but I ain't takin' no pregnant lady on a goddamned run from th'law!” the poor excuse for a clown roared, his brow crinkled into a heavy glare as he faced off with the enraged murderer before him.
All of a sudden, he was on the ground with Otis on top of him, a wickedly sharp hunting knife pressed into the man's fat, brown neck. “I said, I ain't leavin' her,” the unpredictable male hissed in a deadly, quiet voice, his eyes promising murder if this fight continued.
“O-okay boi, okay. Have it yer way,” Spaulding stuttered out in a nervous voice, his meaty hands raised in a gesture of surrender. With a warning growl, the smaller man got off the clown and re-sheathed his knife.
“Baby, go git Raven's stuff and pack it into th'van,” he called out, not taking his eyes off Spaulding as the heavy set man struggled to his feet. Rubbing his neck where Otis held the knife as he staggered to his feet, the old perv shot me a glare.
“Jest don' blame me when the little slut ends up gettin' us all killed,” he growled, glowering up at my partner with rage filled, brown eyes as Baby began to load my bags into the van.
Watching this happen, I was filled with an urge to give one last ditch effort to get Otis to see to reason. Surely, I could appeal to his more logical survival instinct. Still, his vehemence earlier made it all the harder to speak out now. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth to get their attention; the sound of my heart drowning out all other noise. “Can I say something?” I asked timidly, flinching slightly when everyone turned their gaze to me. Rubbing a nervous hand over the dome of my stomach, I took a deep, calming breath before continuing.
“I... I agree with Spaulding. I should go with R.J. and the others. Not only will it be safer for you guys but it'll be safer for me and the baby,” I announced in a nearly silent voice, not quite daring to look up; afraid of the expression the wraith would have.
That didn't prevent me from being able to feel his anger on the air, however, a faint tingling on my skin as I heard the sound of boots gritting on the packed sand. Within moments, I found myself in a shadow and I had a pretty good idea of just whose it was. Gulping nervously, I craned my neck up to see Otis glaring down at me with his ice blue eyes. A muscle ticked occasionally in his cheek and both his hands were curled into tight, shaking fists. “Git in th'fucking van,” he hissed in a deadly voice, his expression speaking volumes.
“B-but Otis, you know Spaulding is right! The police, especially Wydell, are after you guys in particular. All that would happen if you brought me along is I would slow you down and make you more noticeable,” I tried, echoing an argument I had tried earlier. I hoped against hope that the presence of his family would hep him be able to see my point. Unfortunately, the dark look on his gaunt face was telling me otherwise.
He almost looked insulted I had tried this a second time after he had given his final word. Leaning down so his face was inches from mine, he gave me a glower that told me just how deeply in the shit I had stepped. Had I been anyone else or had I not been pregnant, he would have punished me in the worst way he could imagine. Every muscle in his lightly built body was twitching as he fought with his temper, seeming closer to losing it than I had ever seen. At least directed toward me. He almost seemed like he would go through with it anyway, taking violent breaths as his fists uncurled to twitch by his sides.
The only warning I got was a low snarl before I was simply picked up bridal style and carried bodily to the van that waited for us. “Otis! Put me down! Lets try to think about this logically,” I pleaded, looking up at the pissed monster holding me. The look he gave me in return made me shrink backwards as a small whimper escaped me.
“Fuck logic!” he bit out, setting me down almost tenderly on a blanket spread on the floor in the back.
“Now isn't the time for this! For fuck's sake! You know this isn't smart!” I protested despite the obvious danger, getting to my feet in an odd crouch and trying to move around his body as he blocked the opening. His icy eyes flashed in warning, his love for me oddly clear in their angry depths.
“Sit the fuck down and stay there,” he hissed, his eyes narrowing slightly. Almost too quick to notice, his eyes flicked to the swell of my stomach and his lips pursed tightly. For a few seconds, it was clear to me that he was outright worried for me.
Yet, I was too frantic to really care. In spite of my fear, I was filled with a need to get him to listen. I would be nothing but a liability if I came, a fact I had to make him see. If I couldn't, all my efforts would be for naught. “Why the fuck are you so insistent about this? You know when I go into labor we'll be trapped in a single location for hours, possibly with me making a lot of noise,” I tried in a last ditch effort, sliding to my knees to placate the simmering murderer.
A derisive sneer came across his paper white face and his cold, anger filled eyes bored into me harshly. Then he crouched and came into the back of the van, closing the doors behind himself. The last thing I saw as the doors shut were Baby and Spaulding's bewildered faces. The anger poured off Otis in waves, making the atmosphere in the small space quickly unbearable for me. Finding myself trapped in the back of a van with an admittedly unpredictable murderer, I scooted away from him until my back hit the long seat up front.
My lover's eyes flashed dangerously, a low growl escaping him as he stalked towards me in an odd bent over posture due to the low ceiling of the van. As he came closer I had to fight the urge to flinch away and show just how afraid of him I was. The only time I had ever seen the wraith so angry was when he was about to kill some screaming bimbo. “If ya wanna know why I ain't 'bout t' let ya outta yer sight then ya ain't as smart as I thought ya were. I'd have thought it'd be kinda obvious,” he hissed dangerously, his face close enough to mine to kiss if the situation wasn't so perilous.
His sour breath hit me square in the nose, almost making me gag. It was then I became aware of a rough hand resting on the crest of my huge stomach. His angry, ice blue eyes glowered down at me, making the gentle motions of his hand quite contradictory. A small kick popped the tension like a bubble. A familiar look of wonder ghosting across the ruthless monster's face, his focus immediately shifted to my gravid womb.
The same look came across my own face as I rested an unsteady hand on my taut dome. While this wasn't the first time I had felt the child kick, it was no less miraculous. As I watched in stunned silence, Otis slid slowly to his knees and placed both hands on either side of my pregnant stomach. Then, with shocking tenderness, the psychotic murderer rested a bearded cheek against the shirt covered swell. The child inside immediately responded with a flurry of kicks, earning a small chuckle from the monster.
Then he straightened as best he could, fixing me with a furious glare. “I ain't leavin' ya with Mama and R.J. 'cause neither of them knows how t'birth a child. Oh, Mama's had a slew of 'em but she's never delivered someone else's,” he hissed, the angry aura returning with a vengeance and almost choking me with its intensity. His tone told me the matter was closed but I had one last concern, one last card to play. It was a dirty attempt but I found myself short of other avenues.
“Are you telling me that you, Spaulding and Baby know how to do it?” I quipped, my gaze still fixed on the huge dome of my stomach. Inside, the child rolled and kicked for a few more seconds before stilling. With how close I was to delivery, this flurry of activity had me more than a little nervous.
“Yes! Well, at least Baby and I do,” he responded heatedly, glaring at me intensely as he effectively shattered the last argument I could use. His look was almost accusatory, as if he was blaming me for the current situation.
His words made me think back to the specimen jars that held deformed babies. Each one of them had been coddled by Mama, treated as if they were still alive; to my extreme horror. That, coupled with his comments earlier filled my head with an unwanted image. An image of Otis between shuddering, cellulite covered thighs as he screamed at her to push. Forcing the disturbing tableau to the back of my head, I sighed and shook my head in surrender. “It's not as if I have choice,” I grumbled, not meeting his furious gaze.
“Yer right! Ya don't,” he snarled before grasping my chin in a harsh grip and yanking my head to face him. Before I could even open my mouth to protest, his lips met mine fiercely.
His tongue forced its way into my mouth as he lowered me onto the thick blanket on the van floor. Growling into my mouth, the murderer forced my legs open with his knees so he could nestle himself against my junction. Gasping as I felt his steel hard arousal press against me, I tried to squirm out from under him; only to earn a harsh snarl as he yanked me back against him by the hips. Breaking the kiss with a low growl, Otis nuzzled into the junction of my neck; pressing his throbbing member hard against my clothed core.
I had a few moments to hope he would break the horrible dry spell he had imposed on us both before an impatient pounding on the back doors broke the moment, drawing a hiss from the monster above me. Giving me one last, burning look, Otis pulled himself off me, opened the doors and exited. As the wraith closed the door, I sighed in relief as I allowed my head to tilt back into the couch-like chair in the front. With his confession of love clear in my mind, it was really no surprise he was reacting so violently. Yet, this felt like something else was happening.
I had never seen him act with such a lack of survival instinct or even care for what happened to the family. It honestly confused me. Too exhausted to try to figure it out, I simply waited until they were done packing; watching the doors for any of the three loading the van. Fortunately, it didn't take too long before the back doors of the vehicle opened and Baby began to stuff bags in. The bubbly blonde smiled kindly at me, her blue eyes sparkling with humor. “Boy, you should see Otis! I ain't never seen him so blue balled in mah life,” she giggled, heaving up a heavy looking black duffel and plunking it down on the steel floor of the van. Just hearing the words came close to making me laugh, my eyes rolling as I huffed slightly.
“Its his own fault. He imposed some odd no sex thing a few months away from my due date. I have a suspicion I know why he's doing it but that doesn't make it any less frustrating,” I complained, rubbing my large womb as she loaded another duffel beside the first one. Still, I was honestly grateful for being trapped in here. With how crabby Otis was, I honestly didn't want to see him while he was highly sexually frustrated. It certainly didn't help that he had honestly seemed turned on by my pregnancy.
“What did he even do?” I asked, despite knowing full well what he was likely doing as we spoke.
“Oh, he barked a few orders before stormin' his way upstairs. We all know what he's doin' up thar,” she tittered, confirming my suspicions by tipping me a rogueish wink as she heaved another heavy looking duffel into the van.
Otis was masturbating. Despite expecting it, it still sounded weird. In the past months that I had gotten to know the ghoul, he had extremely rarely pleasured himself. He seemed to prefer having the actual thing, as I found out from many an experience with the murderer. Feeling a bit left out, I found myself asking, “I wonder why he didn't just fuck me?” Then I clapped a hand over my mouth as a blush of utter mortification spread over my cheeks. I knew the reason very well by now and it was currently growing inside my womb.
Baby looked at me, her cerulean eyes blinking a couple times before she burst into uproarous laughter. As the blonde clutched her stomach and laughed heartily, I found myself feeling more and more embarrassed. Why on Earth had I said at out loud, of all things?! After a few moments, Baby's guffaws faded into occasional giggles as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “Oh, I have no doubt he wanted ta but he won't,” she chuckled as she heaved a camo duffel into the back, echoing my thoughts exactly.
“Yeah, I know. He's afraid to accidentally put me into premature labor. Doesn't mean I don't have means,” I grumbled, the last part in a whisper so it wouldn't be heard.
The blonde murderess only rolled her brown eyes in response, a patient smile on her face as she continued to pile duffel bags into the van. “Fer bein' so smart, ya sure c'n be clueless. He ain't oblivious to that. Soon as that baby's born, yer fair game” she answered matter of factly, her eyes sparkling with a semi-perverted glint as she hefted a huge, black bag and plunked it onto the steel floor. Just hearing it made me shudder as goosebumps bloomed on my fair skin.
“I don't know if I can wait that long. I would even go for just sucking him off,” I confessed, figuring there was no point in feeling embarrassed abut this. Baby seemed to know a lot about what was going on between us, after all.
“Yeah, but we both know he won't leave it at thet. He ain't one fer thing like thet unless he c'n finish th'job inside ya. Right now, he won't s'much as let ya touch him. He knows c'n be a bit rough during sex and he doesn't wanna take th'risk of hurtin' ya or th'baby right now,” she informed with a knowing look.
“I know all too well. He's never once allowed me to get him off with oral. Makes me kind of skeptical he can get off with masturbation,” I sighed, my eyes drifting to the window of our room. Baby only stared at me, a small, pained smile on her young face.
“Baby, stop talkin' to that little cunt and go git yer brother, its time t'go,” Spaulding hissed, interrupting her as she was opening her mouth to say something.
Coming up beside Baby, he glared at me with furious brown eyes as his upper lip pulled up in disgust. If he had his way, it was clear I would be dead with my baby on the desert dirt. “Ya best stop callin' her that stuff. Otis will have yer head if ya keep it up,” the youngest firefly snarled, frowning at the clown in clear warning. Putting her body between me and her biological father, she placed a hand on the hunting knife on her left hip just in case he tried anything.
“Ya well this... girl is gonna git us all killed. Yer dumbass brother is too stupid t'realize she's got his nuts inna bear trap!” the faded greasepaint wearing man hissed, reaching around her to slam the van doors shut. This resulted in a muffled argument outside, leaving me to stare at where the light had been moments before.
As I sat in the semi-darkness of the back of the van, I listened to the argument moving further away; my heart ringing in my ears. This was really happening. I was going with Otis whether I liked it or not. Already, several plans for escape were buzzing through my skull. The best I could hope for was that the ghoul would lose interest as soon as I was out of his sight, something I highly doubted would happen. If he loved me like he said he did, he would move Heaven and Hell just to be by my side during the birth. Still, I couldn't just sit on my laurels and allow myself to be a threat. Births could take hours, meaning we would be trapped in one location and horribly vulnerable. Not to mention the fact I would be making a lot of noise. If I wanted to save them, I had to separate myself at the best opportunity and hope I could get far enough away that my violent lover would give up
The doors slamming up front brought me out of my thoughts and I turned my gaze to the trio up front. Baby was seated between her father and 'brother', likely in an attempt to keep the peace. An excited, bubbly grin was on her young face as she bounced in place, ignoring the sour look on Otis' grizzled visage. As for the clown, he was glaring at me through the rear-view, starting the van with a shuddering cough. Sighing, I sat back down to face the doors. I would put what plan I had in action at the next stop.
Hours later we stopped in a ghost town, right in front of a dilapidated, rotting storefront. The trip had been very quiet, the atmosphere in the van tense and heavy. It was almost like being in the middle of a powder keg that could go off at any minute. Otis had been in an especially sour mood, the anger pouring off him in waves as he sat in the front. So I had been very relieved when the van had stopped and the trio had gotten out.
The two back doors of the van were slowly opened, causing me to squint at the sudden bright light. “C'mon out and stretch yer legs!” Baby chirped, smiling at me as she flounced away. Shielding my eyes from the unforgiving sun, I awkwardly hobbled out of the van until I was standing on the ground. With a low moan, I placed my hands in the small of my back and leaned backward until I felt a small crack.
As if my small moan had summoned him, I suddenly found my strange partner right beside me; his ice blue eyes roaming over my pregnant dome almost worriedly. Before I could even begin to open my mouth, his hands came to rest on the swell of my stomach; feeling around gently. Then, as if satisfied, he gave me a rage filled glare before he went back toward the front of the large vehicle. Blinking as I watched him move away, it dawned on me he was checking to see if I was in labor. Feeling a stab of guilt in my heart, I joined them at the front of the vehicle to get a better idea of what they were doing. If this was only a short stop, there would be no point in me even trying.
To my relief, Otis and Spaulding were busy arguing over the map that was spread over the hood of the van. Baby was standing at the corner of the street keeping an eye out for any approaching cars. No one was paying attention to me. Being as quiet as I could, I wandered back towards the back of the van and sat on the dead grass of the lawn to plan my escape route. Checking the road that extended behind the van for traffic, I rubbed my taut dome for a few moments before spotting a handy alley between a couple houses that wasn't too far away.
Glancing towards the front of the van, I could faintly hear Otis and Spaulding still arguing over which route to take; sneaking away wouldn't be all that hard. So, with my heart beat in my breast, I made my way to the small passage. I knew that if I went through this, the killer was unlikely to ever forgive me. There was also the small problem of giving birth. While I knew the mechanics, I didn't think I would do all that good at midwifing in practice. If anything went wrong, I was pretty much fucked.
Darting into the alley, I clutch a fist over my racing heart as I tried to catch my breath, edging my way down the dark corridor. I could only hope that Otis didn't notice me running off and that he would take a while to finish up arguing with Spaulding. I didn't want to think about what he would do to me for trying to 'escape', pregnant or not. Thankfully, it wasn't a dead end; opening out into a series of broken fences and leaning houses. So, keeping myself low, I made my way through the maze; my skin crawling for every moment I wasn't hidden inside.
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