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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: This takes place a couple months before the fateful Halloween night in the movie. So this chapter is going to involve the Cheerleaders they captured and tortured until the group showed up.
Chapter Three: Preparations
I was awoken by being yanked up by my arm. Groggily, I opened my eyes; fighting to keep my feet as I was shoved roughly. Still half asleep, I stumbled where Otis was shoving me as quickly as I could. “We're gonna have guests soon,” he snarled, tossing me a length of rope. Snapping wide awake at the statement, I fumbled to catch the heavy rope.
“Take thet and these rolls of duct tape down ta R.J. He's a big guy wearin' a bear skin,” he ordered, his back turned toward me.
“O-okay,” I responded, fumbling with the rope as I opened the door. Shutting it behind me, I jogged down the hall and down the stairs. As I reached the first floor, Baby scrambled past holding her own pile of rope. Catching sight of me, the blond stopped and smiled at me. “Folla me!” she chirped, before scampering off. I followed close behind her, noticing that Mama was busy preparing a dinner for our soon-to-be victims. I shuddered at the idea that I would soon be participating in the torture of other people.
Baby led me out a side door in the kitchen, leading me to a small side yard that was filled with rusting cars. My eyes went wide at the sheer number of cars in the overgrown field. Were they all from previous victims? Movement out of the corner of my eye snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to see a huge, thickly muscled man coming towards us from a decrepit building that served as a sort of garage. Donned on his head and hanging down his back was a large bearskin that looked rotted with age. He stopped in front of Baby, a sneer on his bearded face as his almost black eyes flicked to me.
The sheer hatred in his eyes made my heart stop in my chest and I froze in place. “What t'hell is she doin' out?” he snarled, his huge hands closing into fists. Fighting the urge to back away, I stood my ground; hoping none of them noticed the fear in my eyes.
“Easy R.J. She was sent out by Otis,” Baby soothed, giving him a pointed look. At the mention of Otis' name, the huge man seemed to shrink in fear. His face went deathly pale and all the strength seemed to leave his body. His dark eyes flicked around nervously, as if he was afraid Otis was lurking around.
“I'm sorry. I didn't know,” he stammered, backing away from me.
“It's okay R.J. Otis is in his room righ' now. Jest try to remember what I told ya,” she chirped, patting his well muscled arm. Then she handed him her rope and went back into the house. This left R.J. And I staring at each other, an awkward silence stretching between us. Cautiously I walked towards him, placing the length of rope in his arms. Once he had the rope he turned and walked away at a fast pace.
I didn't waste time watching him, turning and running back into the house. I had taken a lot longer than I should have. It was only a matter of time before Otis came to look for me and I didn't want to be outside when he found me. I had a strong suspicion that if I was found to still be outside it would be mistaken for an attempt at escape. I shuddered at what would happen to me if that happened as I skidded into the kitchen. Mama was taken aback by my sudden entrance, her brow knitting as she saw the bald panic in my eyes.
I jumped went I felt a hand on my arm, turning to see Mama Firefly looking at me with concern. More panic flooded my system as I realized she had seen me without my calm mask. Swallowing my extreme fear, I tried to fix a smile onto my face. Mama's brow only knitted more, her pink nailed hand tightening on my arm. “What made ya panic so?” she asked, watching me closely.
“I just... I was out there so long. I didn't want you to think that I...,” I paused there, slapping a hand over my mouth in horror. Why had I been honest?! Mama was bound to react badly. More panic dumped into my veins and I found myself unable to look at her.
A gentle hand cupped my face, turning me to face her. “If'n we thought ya were gonna run we wouldn't have ya helpin' us,” she stated, locking her blue eyes with my hazel ones. I stared at her, trying hard to not let my shock show on my face. Why were they putting so much trust into me already? Was it because I showed no signs of fighting them or meaning any harm? Or was it because Otis had let me leave twice?
“Ya best go back upstairs. Otis'll be gettin' impatient,” Mama urged, breaking into my thoughts.
“Oh, fuck. Right! Shit!” I exclaimed before dashing off and up the stairs. I skidded to a stop, propping myself on the frame of the door. Panting harshly, I held my side while I tried to catch my breath. The stitch in my side dug under my ribs like a knife every time I inhaled. While I was trying to compose myself the door suddenly swung open, revealing a very angry murderer. Without a word he grabbed my arm in a bruising grasp, pulling me into the room.
“What the hell took s'long,” he hissed, throwing me across the room and slamming the door shut. His blue eyes flashed dangerously, the light from outside shining in his white hair.
“I had a bit of a run in with R.J. I don't think anyone told him about me,” I answered as steadily as I could manage, looking around the room for the first time since I had been there. There wasn't much furniture, just a bed, chair and dresser. The walls of the room were painted white but were covered in odd artwork.
“What did he do?” came a dangerous growl, dragging me back to reality.
“Nothing! He just asked why I was wandering around free. Baby gave him the quick version,” I responded quickly, noticing him resting his hand on the handle of his hunting knife. The wraith's eyes narrowed before he threw his door open and stormed out. I stood in the middle of the room, a bit in shock and unsure if I should move. Otis hadn't given me permission to go anywhere so I decided to stay in the room.
Suddenly I saw Baby's blond head peak around the frame of the door. “What's got Otis' panties in a bunch?” she asked, standing in the doorway but not crossing the threshold.
“Er I told him about what happened with R.J.,” I answered, getting a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach when Baby's blue eyes widened with fear.
“Shit!” she exclaimed before sprinting off towards the stairs. Now I was alarmed. Not caring if I would get in trouble, I ran after Baby. If Baby was alarmed that could only mean that Otis was going to do something rash.
When we go to the side door in the kitchen Mama was standing in the doorway, her hands clutched to her chest. “What the hell were ya thinkin'?! I don't care if no one told ya she was here! She's mine ya hear! I'll decide what's done with her!” came a harsh yell from outside. Mama whipped around, looking at Baby and I with wide, frightened eyes.
Baby unleashed a string of swear word before she sprinted outside. I went to the door, taking in the scene before me. Otis and R.J. seemed to almost be in a wild west type stand off, each standing a few feet from each other and not taking their eyes off the other. R.J. had a long, bleeding cut along his left cheek and Otis looked more than ready to lunge at him. Baby ran towards the pair, grabbing a hold of one of Otis' arms. I couldn't hear what was being said but I could only assume that Baby was trying to talk Otis out of attacking R.J. anymore. Otis shoved her away hard, making her fall to the ground.
It was then that I did something extremely stupid, I ran outside. I grabbed a hold of the arm Baby had just been forced to let go of and held fast. “Otis stop! I swear he didn't do anything to me!” I exclaimed, looking up at his tense face. The furious man whirled to look at me, his icy eyes burning into mine.
“What are ya doin' out here,” he spat, ripping his arm from my grip. Fear filled my veins with ice as he turned to face me, knife still clenched in his right hand.
“I just wanted to help. He really did nothing wrong. All he did was ask what I was doing here,” I replied, my heart beating in my chest.
“When I want yer help I'll ask fer it!” he snarled before slapping my cheek, hard.
Tears sprung to my eyes from the sharp pain but I didn't let them fall. My head had moved to the side slightly from the force of the blow but I quickly turned it back to face him. I kept my eyes fixed with Otis' until he snorted in disgust and stalked back into the house. Fighting to keep myself from shaking, I turned to R.J. who was backing away warily. “You'll need a few bandages for that cut,” I remarked before heading back inside. I could feel Baby watching me as I went into the house but I ignored her.
Mama grabbed my arm as soon as I came inside, her hazel eyes flicking to the red hand mark on my face. “That was awful brave of ya,” she whispered.
“I had to. I couldn't let him kill R.J. over something silly like that. Do you have any band-aids?” I replied, giving a small, fake smile.
“Ya best let me tend ta R.J. Otis will be waitin' fer ya upstairs,” she replied, beginning to rummage in one of the cupboards.
I felt the strength run out of my body at Mama Firefly's words. Everything inside of me railed against the idea of going upstairs. Otis had been absolutely livid when he had stormed back into the house and I had no desire to be alone with him. Still, if I didn't go back up it would just dig the already deep hole deeper. Gathering my courage, I headed out of the kitchen, through the dining room, turned left and went up the stairs.
I wandered down the long, dimly lit hallway, keeping my eyes focused on the carpet. I stopped in front of Otis' door, staring at the portal with fear. As much as I didn't want to, I reached forward with a shaky hand, knocking softly on the door. The only response I got was a string of harsh swearing followed by something hitting the door. A small part of the door bulged outward as the point of a very familiar hunting knife protruded slightly through the door. My hazel eye wide with fear, I backed away from the door; watching as the point wriggled up and down while Otis tried to work the blade free of the wood on the other side. Finally it came free with a loud wrenching noise.
Deciding to not knock again, I reluctantly sat beside the door with my back to the wall. I wasn't about to open the door when just a knock had gotten such a violent reaction. While I was waiting for Otis to open the door Baby came skipping upstairs with a smile on her face. Her brown eyes flicked to me, her grin widening. She sat down next to me, her too sweet perfume invading my nostrils. “Well look at yew! Bein' all brave and standin' up to Otis. And fer one of us no less!” she chirped, amiably hitting my arm.
Rubbing my now sore arm, I gave the bubbly woman a small smile. “So, when's the company going to be here?” I asked.
“R.J.'s out settin' up the trap. Its only a matter of time now,” she responded, leaning back against the wall and smiling. I returned her smile while on the inside I was screaming. The poor people had no idea what was in store for them. Still, some deep, dark part of me was grateful for the appearance of the would be victims. It would give me a better idea for the time frame I had before the fateful Halloween night. If these were just the Cheerleaders I probably had weeks if not months of time left. I tried not to think about the atrocities these poor people would be put through in that amount of time.
A gentle nudge broke me out of my thoughts and I turned to see Baby looking at me with her head cocked to the side. “Why're ya waitin' out here?” she asked.
“Erm, well I knocked but Otis threw a knife at the door. So I decided it would be best to wait out here until further notice,” I replied, fiddling with the hem of my black shirt.
“Ah, yeah. He's prob'ly still mad about R.J. Don't worry, he'll stick his head out fer ya soon,” Baby responded, patting my black jeans covered leg. Then she got to her feet, turned and smiled at me.
“Now if ya'll excuse me, I gotta go prepare for our guests!” she chirped before skipping into her room and shutting the door.
Once again alone in the semi-dark hallway, I tried to keep my focus on the carpet in front of me. Small noises from a T.V. came from the door that sat to my left a few feet down the hall from Otis'. With a start I noticed that the area in front of me had gotten much darker and I looked up, half expecting Otis' glowering face. Instead I looked up to see the leering bearded face of 'Grandpa'. His upper lip was curled in a sneer and his nostrils were flared, as if he was taking in my scent.
Springing to me my feet, I offered a polite smile although the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Something about the way his eyes roved over my body made me uneasy. His brow eyes sparkled under his bushy white eyebrows as he stalked toward me. Already against the wall, I had no where to go to escape him as he reached a grizzled hand towards my face. My skin crawled as his rough nailed hand brushed against my cheek. “So soft. Yer too good fer Otis! Why can't this family give me a pet once and a while,” he snarled, backhanding the other cheek that Otis hadn't hit.
My head turned to the side with the force of the blow and I tasted blood as my lip split. Turning my head back to face the old man, I found myself being pressed to the wall. He had my arms pinned against the wall in a crushing grip. His stubble and spit covered mouth pressed against mine as he tried to force his slimy tongue between my lips. I clamped my mouth tightly shut, fighting the urge to vomit as his sour breath was blown into my mouth. That was when I noticed his arousal pressing into my leg and I nearly fainted.
Too busy trying to keep my wits about me, I didn't register the door to my right flying open. Just as my vision began to gray and his tongue began to force its way between my teeth, the old pervert was suddenly ripped away from me. I slid down the wall, making odd retching noises while wiping my mouth and trying to get my vision to clear. As the haze lifted I saw Otis holding 'Grandpa' against the wall with his forearm against the old man's neck. The old man was a few feet above the ground, making gargling noises while clawing at Otis' arm. Otis' left arm rested in the crook of the pervert's neck while his right hand gripped the handle of his hunting knife. “Wh' th' fu',” the old perv gargled, kicking out at Otis who was angled just far enough away to not get hit.
“I could ask ya t'same thing old man,” Otis hissed, glaring at 'Grandpa'.
“Sh's whore 'nyway. Why can' I 'ave lil fu',” he struggled to gasp out around Otis' grip on his voice box.
“Now ya listen here ya ol' bitch, this here sow is mine. I git t'decide what happens t'her as well as when it does. No one and I mean no one else gits t'touch her 'cept me. Do I make myself clear,” the enraged wraith snarled, tightening his grip on the wattled throat.
'Grandpa's' face had begun to turn an alarming shade of deep red as he thrashed and strangled. A small bit of whit foam was at the corners of his mouth as his face turned purple and his eyes rolled up in his head. Otis made a noise of disgust before simply dropping the old man. 'Grandpa' took in a huge, coughing breath, clutching at his brightly bruised throat while glaring at Otis. Otis shot the geriatric a withering glare before grabbing my arm in a bruising grip, yanking me into his room.
He slammed the door shut, locking it and whirling to glare at me. His blue eyes were hard and flashed angrily as he slid his hunting knife back into its holder. His hands opening and closing, the murderer stalked towards me. He stopped inches from my, his icy eyes glaring at me intensely. “Why did ya let him kiss ya?” he growled softly, his voice full of danger.
“I-I it wasn't like that!” I blurted.
“Ya have ten seconds,” he growled, eyes narrowing.
“I didn't want to get killed for daring to hurt one of the family!” came out of my mouth before I could stop it. I could literally feel the color drain from my face as I realized just what I said.
Otis froze, his hands clenching and his jaw tightening. “Has everything ya've been doin' jest been fer the fear of being killed?” he hissed quietly.
“No. I want to learn from you Otis. I want to make artwork like yours. I'm an outsider and if I make a wrong move I'm as good as dead. I can't learn if I'm dead now can I,” I found my self saying, lying far more smoothly than I ever have.
The monster's eyes seemed to soften for a split second before hardening again. It happened so quick I almost brushed it off as imagination. “Well I give ya permission to at least stand up fer yerself. I ain't got time to be savin' yer worthless ass all the time,” he growled, relaxing imperceptibly.
“Thank you,” I whispered, awe slipping into my voice. I was gaining so much trust so fast, I had to be doing something right.
“Now git yer ass in the art room. Our guests will be here any minute and I have to go down and help Baby,” he snarled, breaking the small moment like a soap bubble.
My stomach dropped through the floor as I filled with nausea. All too soon I would have to participate in the torture of several young girls and pretend to enjoy it. Trying to keep a neutral look on my face, I walked into the curtained off room I had been in yesterday. To my surprise the grizzly statue we had worked on had been removed. My eyes went to the curtained off section of the left wall, wondering if that was the art room or if the room I currently stood in was. Hearing the door open and shut in the other room, I gathered my courage; going through the curtain and into the dimly lit room.
It was filled with grizzly instruments of torture and dismemberment. Several weird statues were scattered throughout the room, in various states of decay. The smell inside the small room was powerfully rotten, making me gag in disgust. It smelled of rotting blood and flesh. Still the presence of the 'artwork' told me this was the room I was meant to wait in. Swallowing my fear as well as my rising nausea, I turned to face the curtained entrance and waited.
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