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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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Author's Note: Coming up on the end of our sordid tale. Expect a few more twists. We're not done yet.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Complications

Unfortunately, I couldn't even get a word out as another contraction began to crest. Sneering, the wraith rubbed the hand on my shoulder in a soothing manner. “Stupid bitch. I was aware you were in labor from th'first contraction you had around me. What were you hopin' t'gain from hidin' it?” he snarled quietly, his tone softening just slightly.
“D-didn't wanna s-stop until we had to,” I grunted out as best as I could, avoiding his fiery gaze as I leaned into his warm body. As guilty as I felt, I had no idea how he would have reacted to the news. For all I knew, he would have stopped the van in the middle of the street as soon as he had noticed.
“And who sez I woulda? I have more sense than that. I jest wanted t'be able to time yer contractions so I knew when we had t'stop,” snarled out of him as he gingerly picked me up to position me between his spread legs. Calloused hands coming to rest on the crest of my contracting dome, he rested his chin on the crown of my head.
Having no answer, I instinctually leaned back into him and rested my hands beside his on my pregnant stomach. “They're pretty close together,” I finally confessed breathlessly, my heart thudding due to my current position. It had been a while since he had touched me in any sort of affectionate manner. It honestly felt nice, not to mention how addictive his scent was. Just having him so close was making me a bit flustered despite our situation.
“I know,” rasped a gruff purr in my ear, a slightly worried tinge to his voice while one of his hands began to gently press on parts of my stomach. When it lingered on one spot in particular, near the top of my dome, I began to worry.
“Is something wrong?” whispered out of me as I fought to keep my breathing steady, the contraction slowly ebbed.
“We'll see,” came a cryptic response that only made me more paranoid, his palm resting on a spot just under my ribs.
“What's going on?” I insisted, my panic only getting worse because of his silence. Normally, he wasn't one to mince words or care about feelings. The fact that he was hesitant made me worried as all Hell.
“The head's still facin' up,” came a shockingly gentle response, his own concern clear.
“Oh god…,” groaned my voice, my eyes sliding shut while my heart began to thud. A breech birth without even a midwife, it was highly unlikely me or the child would survive. Tears began to fill my vision as my hands began to tremble on my domed stomach. A sudden, sharp shake brought me slamming back to myself and I looked up at Otis.
His whitish hair hung in a curtain around our faces and he rested his paper white forehead against mine. Ice blue eyes locking with my hazel ones, he glared down at me. Determination as well as fear swirled in the icy orbs while he reached up with a hand to cup my cheek. Just because it had been so long, I jolted away out of shock; earning a gruff snarl from the ghoul. “S-sorry Otis. You just kind of surprised me,” I tried to explain, doing my best to ignore the shyness welling up inside me. This was Otis, a man I had done unimaginable things with. There was literally nothing left to be shy or embarrassed about. He had long ago ripped that away from me.
“Ye'll be fine,” hissed his midtone, his frown softening slightly as he brushed my cheek with his thumb.
I leaned into the contact, sighing while I reflected on all we had been through together. With every thing that had happened, it was hard to see this killer as the same person. Was this really the same Otis I had spent nearly a year around? The same Otis who had callously killed and tortured teenage girls? The same Otis who didn't care for my pleasure during most of our relationship and only wanted to achieve his own when we had sex? The same Otis who hadn't seemed to enjoy any sort of affection not too long ago? Looking up at him and seeing his trademark glower, I found that he was exactly the same. The only difference was that he actually seemed to love me, something I hadn't thought him capable of at the start of all of this.
The feeling of another contraction snapped me back to reality and I tore my gaze away from his to focus on my stomach. Breathing slowly and doing my best not to tense, I rubbed small circles on the taut skin of my gravid dome. To my wonder, Otis' own rough hands came to join mine. A light blush colored my cheeks as the murderer almost seemed to be trying to ease the pain while the contraction gradually got worse. A moan left my lips as it began to crest while I began to sway my hips back and forth. I could feel an incredible pressure beginning to build up within, a deep fear filling me at what it signified.
Making a gruff, concerned sounding noise, calloused hands spread out over my taut dome before he was turning to glare at the clown driving. “Spaulding, stop at the next house along here,” came a demand, lips briefly brushing the top of my head. It was then I realized he had the same idea I did, only adding to the apprehension currently filling me.
“What th'ever lovin' fuck fer?! All that's out here is some rickety ass farm houses,” came the predictable, pissed off response that made my self hatred come back full force. I was well aware just how much of a risk I was, I didn't need to be reminded of it by Spaulding.
“That'll be jest fine. Jest do what I say and stop at th'next one, ya hear,” growled the wraith, his voice beginning to gain a slightly dangerous edge; his arms going stiff around me.
“I ain't gonna stop unless there's a damn good reason boi,” the old perv snapped, his voice tinged with rage and defiance.
“We're about t'have a baby here so, unless ya wanna wear yer intestines as suspenders, I suggest ya do what I say,” the wraith hissed, one of his hands leaving my still contracting stomach to palm the handle of his hunting knife.
“Gewd 'nough reason fer me,” he conceded sourly, slowing down and pulling the van over.
It was all I could do not to scream as the contraction turned into sheer agony. Making small, pained noises, I shifted against the murderer behind me in an effort to get more comfortable. Otis merely felt my rock hard stomach with gentle hands, making small sounds while his hands moved over the taut skin. “He's not turnin',” came a warning, his hand resting on the same spot just under my ribs.
“Mmmmnnn,” I whimpered, worry mixing with the pain as I cradled my gravid dome with both hands. All too soon the vehicle came to a stop, both Baby and Spaulding getting out at the same time. I was far too busy trying to keep from screaming to even notice, even when they opened the doors to the back of the van.
“Aw shit,” Spaulding spat venomously, kicking a clod of dirt in anger when he took in the sight of me. Stiffening behind me, Otis kept me in a protective hold while I squirmed against him.
“It'll be any time now Baby. Get that asshole somewhere useful and far away from me. I'll move her to th'house once th'contraction's done. Meet us inside,” he instructed in a gruff, angry voice, just a hint of fear hidden under the furious tone. The blonde only nodded in understanding before grabbing Captain Spaulding's brown, well muscled arm and firmly dragging him away.
Clutching at my lover desperately, I bit my lip in an effort to keep from screaming while sweat sprung up on my brow. Suddenly my hand was gripped in a tight hold, a bearded cheek rested on my right temple as sour breath filed my nostrils. “Keep breathin' and try t'relax through it,” came gentle advice, his fingers flexing around my palm. Whimpering softly, I held the appendage in as tight a grip as I could manage; not really caring if I was hurting my beloved at the moment.
The pain seemed to stretch into an eternity, turning into unbearable pressure within my womb. Finally, to my relief, the wave began to recede and I found myself able to breathe normally. Even Otis seemed relieved, his hand lingering on my still quivering stomach. “Do ya think ya c'n move?” he husked out quietly, his gruff voice holding an odd, urgent edge.
“I think so,” husked a voice that didn't sound like my own while I tried to soothe my shuddering belly. The wraith behind me nodded before carefully removing himself from behind me to get to his feet. Turning slowly, he carefully helped pull me to my feet. Cradling my huge stomach as if it was made of glass, I cautiously waddled towards the end of the van before eyeing the slight drop that greeted me.
“Wait fer me t'hop down first,” hissed a demand in my ear, a callused hand gripping my shoulder tightly; almost as if trying to stop me from hopping out on my own. Nodded in response, I moved to one side to make room for him to slip past me. With how violent the pains were getting, I knew we didn't have much time left.
Fixing me with an odd look before hopping down, Otis simply scooped me into his arms. The next thing I knew, he was running into a dilapidated house; barely giving me enough time to get a grip around his neck. Kicking the door open dramatically, the murderer skidded into the house; only stopping briefly to assess our surroundings. Once he assured himself of the emptiness of the house, the wraith ran into the nearest bedroom, shuttting the door behind him. Carefully setting me on my feet, he began to shake the dust out of the sheets that covered the ancient bed. “It ain't ideal but it'll do,” he hissed, watching me closely while he remade the bed.
Watching him, I couldn't help but feel a bit touched that he was this nervous. Otis was almost acting like any other expectant father, overly worried and very protective. Then a contraction began to crash over me and it was all I could do not to slip to my knees from the agony as well as pressure. In a blink, my lover was there; supporting my weight easily while he helped me ride the intense wave. A quiet moan left me as the pain peaked and I leaned heavily on the murderer holding me up. Whimpering quietly, I burrowed into his neck to allow his scent to soothe me.
When he began to make calming noises while kissing my neck, I leaned into the touch with a grateful sound. Letting out a gruff noise of his own, he tried to help comfort the baby inside me; his hand joining mine. Groaning, I leaned back into him; practically hiding in the crook of his neck. His white flesh was surprisingly cold against my own, giving me some measure of relief. Huffing softly through my nose, I wiggling my hips as the pressure increased to unbearable levels. It wouldn't be much longer and it was all I could do to remain calm.
A sudden splash filled the room as I felt a veritable torrent of fluid leaving my womanhood, chilling my blood in my veins. Hissing behind me, Otis moved his hand to undo the button on my pants; sliding them down. Next came my underwear, one of his hands lingering on my still leaking slit. “I need ta cheek how far along ya are,” growled in my ear, worry buried deep under the gruff tone. Nodding my consent, I squatted and spread my legs slightly to assist him. His muscles tensed under his white skin while he followed me to the floor, still holding my weight on his shoulders.
As soon as I was situated, a calloused index finger slowly slid into my still dripping entrance; feeling around briefly before he pulled it free. “Only a few centimeters,” he growled, more worry tinging his gruff voice while he helped me to my feet. Whimpering in response, I continued to rub my belly as I leaned against him. A soft knock interrupted us and Otis whipped his head up to glare at whoever was at the door.
“Jest me,” Baby whispered, holding her empty hands up in surrender while she stood in the doorway.
“And the clown?” snarled the beast holding me, his posture feeling very protective as he practically caged me in his arms as best he could.
“Out front, watching for Wydell,” she answered, standing perfectly still, continuing to hold her hands up.
“Go see what's layin' around and try t'get shit ready. Her water's broken and we're lookin' at a breach here,” came a curt command, his attention going back to me. A low moan escaped my lips as a contraction began to wash over me, an incredible amount of pressure beginning to move into my pelvis. Otis tensed beside me, taking all of my weight while I sunk into a semi-squat and tried to breathe through the agony. Thankfully Baby didn't wait around for further instructions, sprinting out of the room as soon as the killer had finished talking.
“Hang on t'me and breathe,” rasped in my ear, icy eyes resting on my stomach with an almost worried gaze. It was all I could do to just nod in response, ragged pants leaving me as the contraction began to reach an all new level of agony. Whimpering slightly, I wiggled my hips back and forth in an effort to relieve the now nearly unbearable pressure in my pelvis.
Then Baby was back, setting a small pile of towels on the floor near Otis and I while I continued to fight through the pain. “I got some water boilin' and I'm sterilizin' some scissors as well as twine,” she whispered, looking up at me with concern.
“Leave us alone til I tell ya I need ya,” growled the vicious male, the tiniest bit of fear tinging his furious voice as he glared at his sister.
Giving a reluctant nod, she left the room; giving a final glance while the door swung shut. Looking up at my lover while I gripped his shoulder with my hand, I fought against my urge to question his decision. With the expression on his face, it wasn't advisable to push the killer much further. Then a wave of pain and pressure was washing over me, effectively refocusing me on what was about to happen. Fighting back the panic bubbling just beneath the surface, I met the killer's eyes while I tried to keep my breathing steady. “How much longer do you think it'll be?” gasped out of me, my thighs shuddering as I clung to my sanity by the barest thread.
Not only was I terrified but I was feeling pressured to get through this as fast as I could. We were sitting ducks and the longer we sat here, the higher the chances of Wydell and his goons finding us. I was not encouraged when I saw a grim look on the beast's gaunt visage. “It'll be a few hours. Breachs ain't easy on either mother or child. I jest hope ya c'n make it through it,” he murmured, rubbing my contracting belly with the hand he had used to check me.
“Great… Can I… can I sit down?” I asked tentatively, feeling some measure of relief when he nodded. Then he was leading me to the bed, helping me sit before he was lowering himself so he was between my legs.
Prodding carefully, he spread my swollen labia before feeling around my opening. Despite my discomfort, his touch caused a faint prickle of desire to ripple through me. Moaning quietly, I leaned into his fingers. “Heh, easy thar lil girl. We got work t'do afore we can have our fun,” admonished the ghoul, a playful tone to his harsh voice. I could only smile shyly, gritting my teeth against a scream when I felt something drop into my hips. This child was coming and all I could do was help it along as best as I could. Still, I was utterly terrified.
“Yer almost there. Yer doin' real good babe. I can 'magine jest how much pain yer in,” came a soothing purr that made me melt just a bit on the inside. To see this violent man acting so lovingly spoke of how deep his feelings ran. Seeing me in pain like this must be tearing him apart inside.
Meeting his eyes with mine, I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw a swirl of emotions in their normally cold depths. Straightening slightly, the wraith took my face in his callused hands; resting his forehead against mine while maintaining eye contact. “Yer gonna be alright, I promise ya,” hissed out him, broad shoulders shuddering. I could only nod, gritting my teeth as yet another contraction overcame me.
“Breathe in slowly through your nose,” encouraged a voice from a fair distance away while something began to move down inside me.
Struggling to do as the wraith ordered, I used the feeling of his fingers returning to my entrance as a distraction. “Alright, alright then. Next contraction, I'mma help ya t'yer feet and yer gonna start t'push,” husked a declaration that made dread pool in my belly. Taking in a deep breath, I simply nodded; inwardly bracing for what was to come. While I had only heard stories about how rough things could be, I could already tell they weren't exaggerations. Just the pain now was excruciating. I hadn't even gotten to the hard part. The part all mothers recounted as being the most agonizing. Pushing out the head backwards. Just thinking about it was enough to almost make me consider begging for death. Almost. As it was, all I could do was breathe while the latest pain slowly ebbed away.
Meeting Otis' eyes with mine, I took comfort in his stern glance. I had every confidence he would do what he could to make sure he got me through this safely. The baby, on the other hand, was another matter entirely. What he had said earlier made me aware of the fact that, if it came down to my life or the baby's, he would choose mine. With how much I knew he cared for me, I was well aware of the fact he wouldn't listen to any protests. After all, in his eyes, we could always make another one if we really wanted to. Not really finding myself in a position to argue, I reached out my hand to the murderer while another pain began.
Hours passed while not seeming to go by at all. Pace, squat, push and listen to a voice rumble empty encouragements. I could feel the baby sitting just inside me, stubbornly staying where it was despite my best efforts. Burrowing my fingers hard into a broad shoulder, I hissed a stream of curses while I pushed with all I had. Just as I was beginning to fear nothing would happen, I felt something begin to slide. Whimpering while my upper thighs shuddered, I gritted my teeth; straining even as my face turned an alarming shade of red. Finally, I felt something come and gave a sob of relief. “Hang on now. Lemme git an idea of what's goin' on here,” hissed a raspy command while callused hands cradled what had come free.
“Alright, cord's not round his neck. Lean on this wall here while I git Baby. We'll need th'help in a moment,” the voice continued, settling somewhere in my bones while my hands were placed on cracked, aging wallpaper. Then I was left alone, barely aware of what the people behind me were saying when another contraction crashed into me.
Letting out a primal noise, I was dipping into a squat; pushing despite the intense stretching feeling in my nethers. Vaguely aware of a quiet curse, I found myself supported once more while unfamiliar hands supported the infant. “Almost thar hun. Yer doin' so gewd. 'm proud'a ya,” rumbled a mid-tone in my ear as a female encouraged me from between my legs. Leaning into the warmth beside me, I let out a shaky breathe; the latest wave finally fading. I could sense it wouldn't be much longer but the hard part was yet to come. The head and shoulders were still trapped inside my quivering passage.
All too soon, I was straining yet again; red filling my vision as the burning became something much more intense. It was hard just to keep going, knowing time was of the essence. If I couldn't deliver this child soon, there was a good chance it would be dead. An occurrence that would utterly gut me, especially after how much agony I had been through already. Still, it was all I could do not to scream when the baby's shoulders slid free; possibly tearing something. Biting into Otis' neck to keep from making any noise, I huffed through my nose until the nearly blinding pain lessened.
Releasing the bleeding skin in my mouth, I gasped an apology before I was pushing. Feeling a roughened palm stroke my sweaty forehead, I tried to focus on his voice even as I felt the head begin to come. I could hear the female telling me it was coming, the fear in her voice making my heart sink. From the feel of it, I was losing a lot of blood yet I could afford to stop now. Not when I was so close. So I pushed, feeling the head finally come free while I slumped backwards from pain as well as exhaustion. “Its a boy,” declared a voice from so very far away while I found myself laid to the carpet.
“Gotta sew her up. Losin' s'much blood,” hissed a sickened, male voice before pain pierced me and I simply passed out.
Floating in a comfortable darkness, I felt no pain or fear. I felt oddly safe, comfortable. Yet, there was a voice in the distance. A familiar person calling my name. Swimming upward through the inky nothing, I made my way to that voice; feeling more excited the closer I got. “Look! She's finally waking up!” exclaimed the voice that had drawn me, my eyes fluttering open to take in blurred figures over me. Groaning, I turned my head away from the harsh lights above me; something about the medicinal smell of this place being very familiar.
“Easy Raven. You're alright now,” soothed a strange, but comforting male voice while my vision gradually cleared.
Licking my cracked lips, I took in the sight of my worried, bewildered mother. “Oh honey… You've been missing for so long that we almost gave up. Then you appear in your room like nothing happened. Except for some… very disturbing injuries. Honey… oh my poor baby,” gasped my mom before collapsing beside my bed to clutch the hand that didn't have an IV in it. All I could do was stare at her like some alien being. All at once, gut wrenching fear was filling me. Where was Otis? Where was my child? What the Hell was I doing back here?! Clutching my head, I began to scream my lover's name over and over; doctors rushing around me in a sudden flurry of activity.
Finally, one of them was injecting something into a tube coming out of my left arm. In an instant, my yells tapered off while the edges of my vision went gray. Feeling some relief as I slipped into unconsciousness, I heard the doctor say something to my mom. “Quite normal… Stockholm Syndrome… probably name of the man who… Best not to stress her…,” came a broken conversation as I pulled away into darkness. Some part of me hoped I would be back with Otis and the others when I woke up.
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