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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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Nearly an hour of weaving between buildings, peeking over rickety fences and feeling my heart jump in my chest every time a shadow shifted. Nearly an hour and I had finally found a house that seemed to be suitably far enough away from where I had left the family. Opening the rotted backdoor and wincing at the ungodly creak it made, I made my way into the dusty house; stopping on the inside of the door to allow my vision to adjust to the dimness.
Hulking, darkened forms of furniture surrounded me; making me reluctant to move even when my vision had cleared. From the looks of it, this place had been abandoned for years. Many of the chairs and curio cabinets were coated in dust and cobwebs. I could swear I even saw spiders scuttling across the rotted wallpaper coating the crumbling walls. It made me dread going any further inside but I found myself with little choice. Feeling my skin crawling, I made my way to what looked like the basement; apprehensive about what I would find hiding down there.
Peering past the warping, broken door frame, I grimaced when I saw even worse stairs leading down to what looked like a cluttered basement. All manner of shadowed, unidentifiable items filled the space not really filling me with any sort of confidence. Placing my weight on the first heavily rotted step, I felt my heart drop into my stomach when I heard a clear crack. Yet, the wood didn't give. It simply sagged under my weight, warning me it wouldn't take much more abuse. Uttering a whispered curse, I wrapped a hand around a splintered handrail and gingerly made my way down.
Each creak or groan of the aging wood made my heart pound as I made my way down, sheet wrapped shadows making the fine hairs on my arms stand on end. If I had my way, I'd be out of here and looking for a new place to hide. As it was, the best I could hope for was that my psychotic boyfriend wouldn't be able to track me. With all his experience stalking women, his skill in tracking were a legitimate concern. It was only the feeling of concrete under my shoe that reminded me that I had to worry about just finding a place to hide. I couldn't waste time worrying about skills I wasn't sure he had.
Feeling my way around boxes as well as assorted junk, I found a cluster of boxes near the back of the basement and behind where the stairs were. With a relieved sigh, I slid between them and the wall; just grateful I could fit with my hugely pregnant belly. Sliding onto the cool concrete with a small noise, I leaned my head against the brick wall behind me and rubbed my huge dome. “We'll have to wait here for a while. If I know your father, he's already looking for me and very likely furious to boot,” I whispered, smiling slightly as a wave of exhaustion washed over me. Yet, there was a feeling of sadness as well as guilt. What I had done was more than a bit screwed up and would likely be seen as a betrayal. No matter how good my reasons were.
In the inky blackness of the basement it was impossible to tell just how much time was passing. Every now and again, I could feel myself begin to nod off; fighting off sleep with a firm shake of my head. Unfortunately, I was so exhausted I must have dozed off without realizing it. Because the next thing I knew, I was waking up with a jolt; my skin covered in a cold sweat while panicked eyes searched the darkness surrounding me. Staring blindly, I slowly remembered just where I was and what my situation was.
Just as I was wondering what had woken me up, I heard a very familiar male voice outside from far away. Even with the distance, the sound of it was enough to make anxiety dump into my veins. It sounded like Otis, screaming my name down the deserted streets like any concerned lover would. The only difference was, he sounded downright furious. Hunching further into my safe corner, I prayed to any God that was listening that it had just been luck that had led him this far. If it wasn't, I was well and truly boned. Unfortunately all my hopes were shattered when I heard a call from much closer, as if he was running. “Great. He can fucking track. Somehow, this doesn't surprise me,” I grumbled to myself, beginning to look around for any better spot to hide. While I knew it was a useless gesture, I couldn't give in that easily. Even with how scared I was of him, it was more in my nature to be a bit stubborn. Besides, his love for me had given me more than a bit of bravado.
“Raven! You git yer ass back here right th'fuck now! This's gone on long enough!” roared a voice that sounded like it had come from right next to the window on the far end of the basement, making my skin prickle with anxiety.
My hazel eyes went wide with fear, both hands going protectively to my gravid womb as I let out a quiet whimper. Barely aware I was holding my breath, I stared into the wall of blackness ahead of me; desperately hoping he wouldn't decide to check this house but knowing better. Sure enough, a muffled pounding noise came from above as he swore vividly. “Goddammit woman. I ain't givin' up til I find ya,” he hissed to himself, his voice coming through the tiny, faraway window. Then I heard footsteps crunching on grass as he moved to the front of the building.
“Raven! I know you're in thar, git out here now and it won't be nearly s'bad!” he hollered, his voice holding a slightly desperate edge despite his obvious fury as he walked.
My eyes widened as I heard a door open upstairs, heart leaping into my throat while my survival instinct kicked into full gear. Beginning to shake slightly, I continued my earlier search for anywhere better that I could hide. To my right, I could barely make out a well hidden door that was carefully decorated to look like part of the wall. The only reason I spotted it was it was very slightly open, revealing a small bump in the smoothness of the structure.
Deciding to take a chance, I crawled as quietly as I could to the small opening; wincing at every small scrape my shoes made on the floor. Opening the tiny, very well hidden door, I slipped inside and shut it behind me. “Fuckin'.... Raven! I tracked ya all th'way here, so ya best fuckin' answer me and I mean now!” came a male roar from upstairs, making me freeze in place inside my man-made cave. If he caught me, there was no doubt there would be some severe punishment in store for me once the baby was born.
Trying desperately not to whimper, or breathe too loudly, I huddled into the furthest corner from the door; praying he wouldn't be able to find me. Hands rubbing my taut stomach fitfully, I grimaced when the child inside gave my palms a series of kicks. Footsteps upstairs made my heart leap in my chest, the sound of doors being slammed open only heightening the terror I felt. “Fuckin' dumb bitch! What th'fuck happens when ya go into fuckin' labor! Ya think I'd let ya have my child without me bein' thar!” I heard him snarl faintly, almost as if he was saying it more to himself.
To my only slight relief, the footsteps moved up a level instead of closer to where I was; giving me the faintest hope. As I faintly heard him stomping around on the upper level, I found myself a bit stunned by his tenacity. While I didn't doubt his affection for me, I was surprised by the fact he was so vehement about finding me. Especially when it came to ignoring the safety of him or his adopted family. Before tonight, I would have thought he'd choose them over me every time. To find out otherwise was a massive shock to the system.
Until recently, the only reason Otis would have hunted me down if I ran would be to kill me. In fact he wouldn't have wasted much time searching for me if he couldn't find me. I expected him to have given up a long time ago; giving me up for dead while he moved to a different area. Boot steps moving towards the basement jolted me out of my thoughts and I stared at where I thought the closed door of the room was. “Raven... please fuckin' answer me,” he whispered to himself as he opened the door and made his way down, the sound of creaking steps making my heart pound despite my building guilt.
His voice sounded more worried now, trading anger for sounding vaguely broken and lost. “RAVEN! Fuckin' shit!” he roared, sound almost unsure as I heard a thudding noise just above the room I was in. Coming to the conclusion he had punched the wall, I held my breath as I heard his boots make contact with the concrete. If I stayed quiet, there was a good chance he may think his skills had betrayed him and leave. I didn't care what this would mean for when it came time to gave birth, just as long as the family I had come to love as my own was safe.
“Goddammit Raven! God fuckin' dammit! Raven you fuckin' answer me!” he screamed, his voice sounding as if he was crying under the fury he was trying to project.
Just hearing it made my heart curl into a tight ball within my chest and squeeze painfully. The only reason why I was doing this was my love for this man, not to torture him. From the sounds of it, as strange as it was, he was unlikely to stop looking for me until I was safely by his side. “Oh fffuck! I just... I need t'know yer okay,” he gasped out brokenly in a whisper, obviously meant to only be heard by himself. Making this the first time I had ever heard him so vulnerable. Just the thought of what he would do to me for this alone, coupled with what I was owed for my actions so far, only added to my very good reasons for not speaking out.
“What if she cain't fuckin' answer me because she's in fuckin' labor,” he snarled to himself, sounding as if he was pacing the basement. Likely, he was looking for any sign he could follow so he could figure out where I was hiding. My only hope was that it would be too dark for him to see anything.
“Otis! Wydell's comin'!” Baby bawled from upstairs, her words making my heart halt in my chest. 'Please, please just go upstairs,' I prayed silently, knowing he would do no such thing.
“Run if ya need ta! I ain't leaving this town til I find Raven or I'm dead!” he replied heatedly, his voice moving closer to where I was currently hiding; effectively shattering both my hopes in one bow. Pressing against the wall, I didn't dare breathe as my eyes fixed on where I was sure the door was in the inky darkness.
Despite my deep terror, some part of me really wanted to alert him to my position. An urge that was so strong that I had to bite my lower lip to keep from making any noise. Yet, my determination was fading more the longer this went on. In all honesty, like most other women expecting a baby, I just wanted to be with the father for his support. No matter how violent he was. “Raven... I need t'find ya. I need to. Fuck... what if yer hurt or ya need help. Din't ya fucking think? Yer fucking pregnant Raven. Why did I let ya outta my fuckin' sight,” rasped a mid-tone from right outside the hidden door, making my blood shudder in my veins despite how horrible I felt about causing him this amount of pain.
I had heard him during many weak moments, moments I had never been meant to hear. Heap this on top of the fact that I had run and hidden from him, refusing to obey direct orders when he gave them. All behaviors I had never dared to exhibit before now. My poor heart was fairly beating against my ribs, forcing me to open my mouth in an attempt to catch my breath. Instead, what came out made my entire reality come to a grinding halt. It was just the faintest whisper of his name. But, given his proximity as well as his desperation, it would be more than enough to tip him off to my hiding place.
All movement halted outside, even Otis' breathing briefly stopping as he seemed to be listening. “Raven? Fuck, was that you?” came a gruff, almost hopeful sounding yet ferocious voice. It felt as if my heart froze in my chest as complete and absolute horror flooded my system.
“Raven? If that was you, come on out,” hissed his dangerous tone, sounding a lot closer to the door than before. His voice held absolute fury but there was worry and relief threaded inside the gruffness.
I could only swallow dryly as I heard the sound of calluses scratching lightly over the wood of the door. Feeling an odd tightness forming in my back, I shifted slightly to get more comfortable as dread washed over me. 'Not now. Not now. Oh Lord not now!' I thought to myself frantically as the dim pain in my back evolved into a band of pressure around my waist. “Shit,” I hissed, rubbing my now rock hard stomach, forgetting about the fact that I was being stalked at the moment. Next thing I knew, I heard the sound of something ramming into the door.
“Yer in a lot of trouble lil girl,” growled a vicious voice that chilled my blood as a heavy body slammed into the door again.
I could only watch in horror as bits of the door flew off into the darkness of the small room. Huddling into my corner and curling protectively around my still contracting belly, I tried to stay as still as I could; not even breathing. With one loud bang, the door flew open and I heard the grit of his boots on the dirt covering the floor. Still cowering, I found my head turning towards him slowly; my eyes wide and probably full of terror as I expecting him to just come bursting in. The stillness I got instead was far more horrifying, my eyes straining to make out any movement.
Then, with the slowness of a movie monster, I could make out the very dim shape of Otis moving into the room. His head slowly turned as he seemed to be scanning the room for any sign of me, making my anxiety spike while the pain slowly ebbed away. “Make it easier on yerself and git yer ass over here,” rasped his guttural voice while he looking around blindly. Deciding to take a chance and rush the door since my contraction was gone, I carefully crawled my way toward the opening that was just barely visible in the darkness; determined to make one last attempt.
Heart pounding in my chest while I came tantalizingly close to reaching the basement and freedom, I felt steel like arms wrap around my upper body and yank me backwards. Trembling slightly slightly as they held me tight against a lithe body, one of his hands roamed down to move over my stomach. “You goddamn idiot! What th'fuck did ya think ya were doin'?!” snarled a heated mid-tone into my ear, the hand probing my domed womb gently; as if feeling for something. Whimpering, I didn't dare to attempt to pull away; deathly afraid of what he would do if I attempted to run.
“Otis, I'm sorry but I have to leave! Its fucking dangerous to have me around!” poured out of me in an attempt to appeal to his more logical side, trying to squirm free of his iron grip. I left out the part that I had a strong suspicion that I was now in labor. I had a feeling that if I told him that, he would force everyone to stay here until the baby was born. With Wydell hot on our heels, I couldn't take that chance. Especially given what Baby had said just moments before.
“I don't give a fuck 'bout any of that!” roared the murderer before he was picking me up bridal style and simply carrying me up the stairs. Just outside the basement door stood a very worried looking Baby, her blue eyes wide as they looked from side to side. She almost resembled a hounded rabbit preparing to run, filling me with the ill-advised urge to laugh.
“Wydell drove right by not too long ago but Spaulding hid the van in the back. I don't think he saw anything,” whispered out of the petrified woman while she glanced at the door.
“Gewd. Go tell thet worthless clown t'pull th'van 'round front. I'll be out inna minute,” ordered his gruff voice, holding no room for argument. Knowing we were running out of time but nervous for all new reasons, I squirmed to be free of his arms. If I had a contraction now, we were all toast and I would have caused exactly what I had been trying to avoid.
To my surprise, Otis set me on my feet; only to grasp my chin in a hard grip and force me to look up at him. The almost albino beast glowered down at me, rage, relief and even love swirling in his icy orbs. “Don't move,” rasped out of him, his face hovering just inches from mine. Cold, deadly eyes locked with mine as the hand that wasn't holding my chin moved to probe my stomach again, filling me with a sense of dread. It was like he was assuring himself of something and I had a fairly good idea of what that was. Knowing the ghoul the way I did, he was likely checking to see if I was having contractions.
“Thank Satan for small favors,” snarled out of him as he removed his hand from my stomach to grip my shoulder, seemingly feeling nothing. It was a hard fight to keep the relief I felt off my face.
“Are ya hurt?” the beast continued, his voice holding a tinge of concern under the fury as he glowered down at me.
“N-no,” I managed to stammer out, not daring to take my eyes off his as I didn't want to dig my hole any deeper than I already had.
“Good! Cause with that kinda dumbassery ya coulda very well broken yer goddamn ankle! Then, not only would ya have been pregnant but also a fuckin' invalid! Jesus, maggoty Christ Raven! Did you honestly think I would just let ya disappear with my kid!” roared out of him as his grip on my shoulder tightened, making me grimace slightly in discomfort.
“Otis, you have to try to see it from my point of view. I put myself through absolute hell to save you and the family. Do you honestly think I want to be the one that ends up getting you killed? I promise I'll come back after things settle, you just have to let me go,” came out of me in a vain hope I could just get him to listen to me, ignoring a familiar tightness beginning to form in my lower back. Unfortunately, it was just as effective as all the other times I had tried this.
Frowning deeper in response before removing his hand from my shoulder, the murderer was placing it on my lower back and yanking me hard against him. “You numb bitch! Don't ya fuckin' get it?! I want t'fucking be around fer th'birth of my child!” hissed his unsteady but firm mid-tone, his hands shaking slightly on my back as he rested his chin on the top of my head. I could only let out a sigh in response, finally giving up the fight as lost. Besides, we didn't have the time to keep arguing about this, we had to keep moving.
Suddenly, with a viciousness that rattled my bones, he was yanking me away from him; burning eyes meeting mine as every muscle in his body went tense. “When ya go into labor, ya tell me immediately. Ya understand?!” rasped a harsh demand, his hands twitching on my arms as his jaw ticked. Guilt immediately shot through me in a brief, powerful wave and I found it hard to meet his eyes. I had already almost gotten them caught due to Otis simply being unwilling to leave without me. I couldn't take the risk and follow his orders. No matter how angry he got or how guilty I felt, it was more important we run while we could. Unfortunately the pain increased past slight discomfort, making me briefly wince.
“Ya said ya weren't hurt,” snarled his furious voice as he watched my face closely, his hand starting to head towards my currently contracting stomach.
“It was just a random back twinge. I'm perfectly fine,” I lied, feeling my guilt increase slightly. The wraith merely narrowed his eyes before picking me up bridal style, the contact against his body leaving me a bit breathless despite the stressful situation we were currently involved in.
“Is this going to become a normal thing for you?” grumbled out of me in a playfully exasperated tone as he carted me out to the van. The wraith only glared at me from the corner of his eyes in response, jaw still tense. Despite my attitude, I was honestly glad he was carrying me. With the pain and pressure rising rapidly, I doubt I would have been able to walk right. Not to mention the fact, despite wanting to get away from him, some part of me had honestly been afraid to be separated. Getting so close to escaping and probably never seeing him again had left me horribly unsettled.
“I'm gonna travel in th'back of th'van wi' ya. I don't trust you not t'do anythin' stupid,” growled from above me, drawing my attention back to the violent male cradling me. It was all I could do not to gape at him in horror as the contraction finally ebbed, my heart plummeting into the pit of my stomach. If he traveled in the back with me, it would only be a matter of time before he noticed something was wrong. Yet, if I protested, that would only make him more suspicious. I could only sigh softly as he placed me carefully down on the blanket in the back of the vehicle and crawled in beside me.
“I still don' understand why we couldn'ta just left the bitch,” Spaulding groused from the front, turning his head to glare at me and reminding me rather vividly of his vile existence. Otis narrowed his eyes at the old clown as he settled in beside me while I glared up at the old cuss. Still, some part of me still agreed with him; as much as the cutting words hurt. I was nothing but a liability and there was nothing I could do to mitigate the damage I was causing.
“Jest git th'fuck outta here,” snarled the man beside me, snaking an arm around my shoulders to keep me close to him.
After everything I had put him through, I couldn't help but be surprised at the affectionate touch. Looking up at him while he tightened his grip slightly on my shoulder, I felt my breath catch in my throat when he turned to glower down at me. Under the rage, there was relief as well as a little fear. It was almost as if he wanted to reassure himself that I was really there, only making the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach get much worse. Pulling at me roughly until my head rested on his bony shoulder, the murderer rested his cheek on the top of my head as the engine of the van came to life and we began to move.
As the large vehicle moved steadily into the night, I found it harder to hide my discomfort as the contractions began to worsen over time. It certainly didn't help that Otis was watching me like a hawk, sharp eyes fixed on my form. Every small movement or noise caused him to tense and nearly touch my stomach at the worst times. Right now, I was in the grip of a particularly strong pain and it was all I could do to not whimper or squirm as the pressure grew more intense. Letting a slow breath out through my nose, I dared to look up at Otis.
The almost albino man was glaring down at me, his icy eyes almost seeming to study me as I felt the saliva leave my mouth. Growling softly, he placed a gruff hand on my now rock hard stomach; shoulders tensing as he shot me an accusing, betrayed glare. “Jest how long were ya hopin' t'keep this from me?” hissed his deadly quiet voice, disappointment and anger burning in his ice blue eyes as his palm spread over the tight skin of my belly. Wincing, I avoided his gaze as I fished around for my admittedly petty reasons.
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