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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: The last chapter of our tale. I hope you enjoyed it, as hard as it was to read at points.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: What Would You Call Home?

The smell of antiseptic hit me before I even opened my eyes, drawing a groan from my dried, cracked lips while my eyes fluttered open. Immediately, my vision was assaulted by glaring white; making me wince and squint. Raising a hand slightly while blinking my eyes to ease the pain, I took in the sterile walls that surrounded me. As I turned my head I saw the two doctors standing by the hard gurney I was lying in. Moving to sit up, I discovered my entire body had been strapped to the table-like device. “Hello Raven. Good to see you’ve woken up. We had to strap you down until we come to a little understanding. You’re going to be here for a long while and we need to show you around the facility. If you can promise not to give us any trouble, we can let you up. Sound good?” murmured the gentle voice of the blonde doctor.
“Doesn’t sound like I have much choice. I won’t cause any trouble. I’m as invested in this going smoothly as you are,” sighed out of me, a feeling of resignation washing over me. After how my mom found me and how I acted when I woke up in the hospital, it was understandable that they’d be a bit cautious.
With a nod to eachother, the pair unstrapped me; stepping back to allow me to swing my legs over the edge. Sliding off the metal frame, I noticed I was wearing one of those awful hospital gowns that showed all too much from the back. To make matters worse, I was completely naked. Pulling the back shut as well as I could, I shot an embarrassed looked toward the two men that would be accompanying me. “Sorry about that. We take the clothes of all our patients until they prove they aren’t going to kill themselves. You’d be surprised how resourceful suicidal people can be,” the dark haired, goateed one of the pair explained, his words not doing much to help me feel better.
Sighing, I simply shrugged and motioned for them to lead the way. The sooner I could get to my room and away from prying eyes, the better. I also just wanted some time to myself. After everything that had happened, I needed a moment or two to decompress. Following the pair of what appeared to be psychologists, I kept my eyes on the tile floor beneath my stocking covered feet. I didn’t want to make eye contact or instigate conversation. I just wanted to get a door between me and the rest of the world as fast as possible. It was only later that I found out the Hell Otis had been going through on the other side.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Night of the Birth~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cold eyes stared at where the woman had been just moments before, the blood staining the floor and the baby squalling in the background the only evidence that she had existed at all. Her screams still rang in his ears, his heart cramping in his bony chest while it suddenly became harder to breathe. Feeling vaguely like he was choking, the ruthless killer felt his callused fingers slowly release the needle and thread they still held. Then an unholy sound was ripping from the depths of his soul, his lanky body bending forward so he could rub his cheek in the mess of blood and afterbirth his lover had left behind.
Grimacing as she watched her brother, Baby did her best to quiet the newborn in her arms. In all her years with the beast howling on the floor, she had never seen him so broken up about anyone. It was almost like she was watching an entirely different person altogether. Reaching forward with the hand that wasn’t holding the sniffling infant, she placed the appendage between his shuddering back just as Spaulding came bursting into the room like a raging rhino.
Dark eyes narrowed, a mustached lip lifted in disgust as he took in the spectacle before him. “Th’fuck is wrong with him? Where’s th’whore?” spat the paint smeared man, gaze meeting that of his daughter. The blonde flinched when the man she called her brother simply let out a louder cry, hands clawing at the floorboards as if that would bring the woman back.
“That is the problem. She’s jest… she jest disappeared. She’s gone,” Baby whispered, feeling a little gutted seeing Otis acting like this.
“Well thet’s jest Jim Fuckin’ Dandy ain’t it?” spat the dark skinned male before he was slumping and heaving a slow sigh. Then, he was moving to kneel beside the wraith with his daughter.
Vaguely aware of the movements of the pair, Otis found he simply didn’t care. Dragging his fingers along the roughened, blood covered floorboards, the killer only wanted one thing. His lover back from wherever she had disappeared to. Never in his life could he remember feeling this intensity of pain. Not even when his own mother died. Feeling the pair moving his arms, he allowed it until they began to lift him. Lashing out like a wild animal, he twisted out of their grip until he once more had his face against the soiled wood.
Grimacing while she watched him, she glared at the man across from her when she saw him shifting his weight. Knowing him, it was likely he was about to suggest leaving both Otis and the child behind. Something she outright refused to do. While not related by blood, they were still family. She would die before abandoning them. Thankfully, the old pervert seemed to get the message; shaking his head in annoyed resignation. “Git his knife from him. I’ll git th’rope from th’van,” Spaulding hissed before stomping off, leaving her to stare at the wreck her former lover had turned into.
After what seemed like an endless amount of time, he was back; an old, frayed looking rope in his meaty hands. Raising her brow, she didn’t argue; simply laid the sleeping baby on the bed before helping to tie Otis’ long limbs. It felt surreal when he didn’t put up a fight, not even twitching when they shoved a dirty rag in his mouth as a makeshift gag. The only time he struggled was when they tried to lift him from the mess on the floor. With his limbs tied together, the best he was able to do was swing his body; letting out noises that chilled her blood. “Git him out to th’van!” Spaulding screamed before they were carting him outside. It was only then that there came an even more disturbing silence.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Present Day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I keep telling you, I don’t remember all of it. I really don’t know what else you want me to say here,” growled my exasperated voice as I met the well meaning eyes of the psychologist across from me. It felt like I had been having the same conversation over and over for months now. Never getting anywhere and just hearing the same questions. Frankly, I was getting a bit tired of it. I had only been here a week and it already felt like it had been more than half a year.
“We simply want the truth Raven. We want to catch the man that did this to you so he doesn’t do it to another person,” came a reply I had heard all too often.
“And, like I keep saying, I can’t remember his name or where he lives. I can’t even remember how I got home,” I sighed, not liking the fact that I was lying but not having much choice. If I told these people I had been in some fictional dimension, my stay in this place would be lengthened greatly. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
“What you said at the hospital says otherwise. You kept calling a name. Otis I believe it was. Yet, when we look in the database, no such man exists,” came the real meat of the manner and an argument I had heard more than once.
“Otis is the name of a character from a movie I liked to watch. I likely substituted his name for that of the man who took me. Look… when can I go home?” I asked, dreading the answer I would receive. When he sat back in his chair and got a grim look on his face, I only felt my optimism drop further.
“I’m afraid you’ll be with us for a bit longer. With you likely suffering Stockholm, we don’t want to take the risk of you running back to the man who did this to you,” came words I had also heard far too much.
“Then, can I go my room for a bit? Answering the same questions is giving me a headache,” I requested, getting a nod in return.
Huffing slightly, I got to my feet and left; allowing the door to swing shut behind me. Ignoring the voices of the other patients, I made my way to the cell they called a room. The walls were a plain white and the one window I had was tiny with bars covering it. Yet, it was mine and the one place I could be alone. While they had tried to give me a roommate in the beginning, living with Otis had left me more that a little antisocial. I went out of my way to make them so uncomfortable that they left. After many attempts, they took the hint and simply stopped.
Opening my door with a squall from the rusting hinges, I took in the bare square I had been given as a dwelling. Looking out at the blue sky from between the iron bars, I felt my heart cramp in my chest. “Otis…,” whispered out of me as I sank to my knees. It was only now that I would allow myself to weep. The people outside must never know that I was mourning for a person they thought was a monster. While they were right, he hadn’t treated me roughly in a very long time. Not only that, but I honestly missed him; finding my bed all too empty without his presence.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In Another Reality~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Patting the baby’s back while she tried to get him to sleep, Mama found her eyes traveling to the ceiling. Since Cutter and Baby had brought him in, the wanderer she had adopted as her own hadn’t been the same. While he accepted food and allowed them to walk him around for exercise, the fire that was him simply wasn’t there anymore. All he seemed to want to do was stare out of his window, a strange expression on his gaunt face. In truth, she had never seen the ghoulish man in this much pain before.
Right now, Baby was out trying to round up a few women for them to torture. A possibly futile attempt to draw him out of his stupor. Before, the matriarch would have been right on board with Baby. The Otis she had know would have been all over using a few teens to make himself feel better. The person that was upstairs was an entirely different matter. There was no telling what he would do. He could either ignore the offer or react violently. Either way, it was bound to be a spectacle.
Sigh as she carried young Clarence to the small playpen in the kitchen, she couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to Raven. While odd, the young woman was sweet. She had considered her a second daughter. Especially with how attached Otis was to her. Mama had even been looking forward to planning their wedding, something that would be impossible now. “Wherever ya are honey, we all miss ya. Ya gotta come home fer yer son and fer mah Otis. He’s not himself wi’out ya,” she whispered as she straightened, blue eyes going to the ceiling.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Months Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time can be funny if you stop to think about it. A singular moment can seem like a month has gone by. Now, imagine living with that for an actual month. Imagining having to deal with it for close to a year? You would likely be out of your mind, right? Now, imagine that you had a newborn you’ve never seen as well as someone you missed wildly on the outside. Now you’re close to feeling what I was. To say I was close to burrowing through the walls with my teeth would be a gross understatement. It was a hard fight not to jump the doctor and make a run for it whenever my door was opened.
So, when the head of the hospital came by to say I had been cleared to go home, I was close to being over the moon with joy. Not bothering to gather my pitiful belongings, I went immediately to wait for my mother to pick me up. I was honestly sick of having pills I couldn't pronounce being shoved down my throat because they thought there was something wrong. There was also the fact that, once I got back to my mom’s house, I would be able to find a way to get back to the people I now considered my family. For that reason alone, the wait for the woman that gave birth to me was agonizing.
While I accepted the fact my relationship with Otis was anything but healthy, I still loved him. There was also the child I had given birth to but had never even held. I didn’t even know if the infant had survived or was healthy. Because of this, I had been filled with a restlessness these past months. Still, I had to fight to keep my anticipation off my face when my mom came through the doors. One little slip and I would be right back where I started. Something I didn’t want this close to freedom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In Another Reality~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Staring at the body of his sleeping companion in the back of the van, Otto found himself honestly worried. It had all started almost a year ago, the metal headed man sinking to his knees suddenly. Before he had been able to do anything, the other man had released a noise he had never heard before and hoped to never hear again. It had been the most profound noise of agony he had ever heard. For a few minutes he had been afraid it wouldn’t stop. Then it had, the silence being even more disturbing as the man keeled over unconscious.
While a bit crazy, the oldest of the Sawyer brothers had been his partner for a long time. They had sex more than a few times and he considered the other’s family his own. So, when Choptop hadn’t awakened, he had been outright terrified. Unfortunately, it had taken much longer to get his head on right because of that. It took him much long than it should have to think of driving to his cousin’s new place. After all, that woman of his had been the cause of strangeness before. His suspicions were only confirmed when the murderer in the back began to stir, groaning quietly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~At the Firefly Place~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Glaring at the body on his floor, Otis felt nothing. He had felt nothing since waking up a week ago. Nothing but the glaring emptiness inside him and a dull pain in his heart. Gripping the hilt of his hunting knife in a bone-white grip, he listened to the wailing of his son in the background. A son he had only see once. A son that looked so much like him but still had some features of her face. A son he couldn’t bear to be around because of that fact. Stabbing into the cold meat, he was numb to the room temperature blood hitting his skin.
Why? Why had she made him feel so deeply and then disappeared into thin air? Why had she taken his heart with him? He couldn’t even really feel anger anymore, just the searing agony of her absence. It was like acid on his skin and he wanted to cause as much pain as he could. To make others scream so he wouldn’t have to focus on what he was experiencing. “Fuck!” snarled out of him, his blade diving into a dead heart and tearing while tears dribbled down his cheeks to mix with the blood.
Jumping to his feet with a strangled cry, he flung his weapon away from himself to bury the heels of his hands into his forehead. Releasing a string of curses, the wraith began to pace while spittle flew from his lips. It was only the sound of two familiar voices from below that stopped his frantic movement. Holding his breathe, the killer listened. “Hey Mama! That Tissy’s kid? C’n I hold him? What’s his name?” purred the voice of his cousin, making rage replace the nothing that had been there seconds before. Yet, under that, there was a thin thread of hope.
If Otto was down there, maybe Chrome-dome was with him. The pair was rarely apart and he seemed to have and eerie connection with Raven as well as himself. Maybe he knew something. Maybe… maybe she was coming back. Either way, he couldn’t allow the rat to hold his son before he did. So, picking up his knife, he went out of his room and into the hall; making his way to the head of the stairs. “His name is Clarence and I ain’t ‘bout t’let ya hold him when even his own daddy hasn’t,” spat the matriarch of the clan, making him praise the woman as he practically vaulted the stairs. Peeking around the open entry for the living room, he saw the brown hair of his only relative.
“Th’fuck ya doin’ here anyway?” he hissed, eyes searching the room for a glint of steel. He wasn’t disappointed when he saw Choptop not too far away. In fact, there was already a smirk on his all too familiar face.
“She’s comin’ back,” whispered his gravelly voice before Otto could say anything.
Otis was moving before anyone could stop him, taking bony shoulders into a tight grip and shaking. “What d’ya know? What have ya seen? Where will she be?” came out of him in a flood, his cousin making several unsuccessful attempts to separate the pair.
“Let go of me an’ I’ll tell ya where we need t’go,” came a response that froze all movement.
Letting loose a snarl, the wraith began to slowly pry his fingers loose; each one an extreme effort. Then he was taking a couple steps back, inhaling deeply in an effort to calm himself. “Lead me and ya better not be doin’ anythin’ funny,” hissed the ghoul, resisting the urge to slit the other man’s throat when he laughed. Then the hippie was turning to head out the front door, Otto’s protests summarily ignored.
“Doesn’t anyone care that I might want Choppy to stay here?! Hey!” he called out, running after the pair while Mama watched with a bemused expression.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The ‘Real’ World~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Watching the scenery pass by, I felt my skin itch with anticipation. It was all I could do not to run out of the car as soon as my mother had parked. Ignoring her declarations of making dinner, I made a bee-line for my room. Rummaging through my movies, I fumbled for the case for ‘Rejects’; feeling my heart drop when I found the case empty. Then, remembering I had stuck it in my DVD player the night all of this had started, I simply turned on my TV and pressed play.
Impatiently, I watched while the movie played out; waiting for my chance to go home. Then, it was happening. The scene that had caused this mess. Closing my eyes and using all my desire, I made my wish. At first, nothing happened; filling me with a sickening dread. Then, my reality was tipping forward and I was laughing; relief filling me to the tips of my toes. I was going home! I would deal with how I would get to their location once I got to their reality.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ruggsville~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The smell of gasoline mixed with fried chicken and dust was the first thing to hit my nose as my eyes opened to take in the burnt remains of Spaulding’s. It had to be the work of Wydell after the family had fled, making my heart hurt from the sight of it. Shaking my head, I began to make my way down the cracked asphalt that made up the road. My best bet was to make it to the old house. Though, I had no idea what I would do from there. Still, at least I had a much better chance of running into them here.
The faint sound of a vehicle approaching from down the road got my attention and I fought against my urge to hide in the ditch. It was a good walk to the homestead and they might be willing to give me a ride. So, when the headlights washed over me, I waved rather than shied away; feeling encouraged when the vehicle slowed. The closer it got, the more familiar it became; filling me with a terrible sense of hope.
When I saw it was Captain Spaulding’s Cadillac, it was all I could do not to run out in front of it as it came to a stop. As a door was swinging open, I was moving; jumping into the arms of Otis while he was getting out of the car. Making a noise deep in his chest, the wraith struggled to regain his balance for a few moments before bending to give me a searing kiss. “Missed ya too babe. Maybe, some day, I’ll tell ya jest how much. Fer now, I jest wanna git ya home and introduce ya t’Clarence,” purred in my ear while he sat in the passenger seat with me firmly in his lap.
“And you have me ta thank fer this tiny reunion. How d’ya propose t’repay me,” piped up a familiar and not unexpected voice from the back, drawing my attention to Choptop. Too relieved to do anything but laugh, I bent over my lover to kiss his cheek and ruffle his thinning hair.
“Thanks,” I whispered before returning to the front to grin at Otto.
“Home, Jeeves,” I commanded playfully, giggling while Choppy and Otis began to argue back and forth.
“Anythin’ ya want lil lady. Gotta say, it is good t’have ya home,” the brunette cooed, revving the engine before turning around and heading toward my new home.

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