Blood and Sex
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G through L › House of 1000 Corpses
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
4,073
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own House of 1000 Corpses, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Death of an Accomplise
Chapter 15 - Death of an Accomplice
Silence filled the darkness of deep night. Not even an insect could be heard in the surrounding trees of the little clear where the cabin sat snuggled in the middle.
Red lights made lazy circles, flashing on the tall dark trees around. Four squad cars sat facing the cabin, a mere 10 feet from it’s door.
Deputies squated behind open car doors, revolvers raised, sighting through shattered windows.
Eyes stared ahead at the darkened cabin, waiting for any sign of movement from within.
The an occupant inside stared in much the same way. Though his eyes were much more frantic, watching, looking from each deputy to the next, outside.
Each side waited for the other to make a move first.
Otis dropped down, sitting with his back to the wall just below the window. Ryek sat just a few feet from him, her eyes watching him, waiting.
“What do we do?” She wiped an arm across her sweaty brow.
“Kill or be killed.” Otis stared down at the gun in his hands, now resting in his lap.
The vivious killer had grown uncharacteristically quiet. Ryek watched him closely, trying to figure out what was going through his head. What he was thinking.
Otis looked up, his pale blue eyes met her’s. He would do anything to keep her from falling into the hands of the law. It was because of him that she had fallen to his side anyways. She looked away, unable to hold his gaze.
The shot shattered the stillness inside the cabin. Ryek jumped, startled at the sudden, unexpected sound. Her eyes found Otis’s in the darkness. Steel coldness flooded through them. Her look dropped to his hands, the gun, smoke trailing from the freshly fired muzzle, was pointed straight at her.
She became aware of a pressure in her chest, wetness, a liquid, flowing down her torso. She pressed a shaking hand to her breast, pulling it away, staring at the dark red blood that now covered her hand.
She slumped over. Otis was all of a sudden there, holding her, cradling her in his lap. She couldn’t breath, it felt like an elephant was sitting on her chest. She felt no pain. Her breathing came in ragged gasps now.
Otis knew he had been given a choice, kill her and be free or both die, slow and painfully. He chose the former, if only to save her from a horrid death. He didn’t want her to fall into the hands of the law, better for her to be dead. To die happy.
He pulled her up closer to his face, hugging her to his chest. He kissed her passionately, softly gently, and whispered something in her ear, only the two of them could know. She had broken down the harsh, evil murderer.
Her breathing stopped, in her last few seconds, she reached up and touched his face.
Ryek’s eyes closed forever.
Silence filled the darkness of deep night. Not even an insect could be heard in the surrounding trees of the little clear where the cabin sat snuggled in the middle.
Red lights made lazy circles, flashing on the tall dark trees around. Four squad cars sat facing the cabin, a mere 10 feet from it’s door.
Deputies squated behind open car doors, revolvers raised, sighting through shattered windows.
Eyes stared ahead at the darkened cabin, waiting for any sign of movement from within.
The an occupant inside stared in much the same way. Though his eyes were much more frantic, watching, looking from each deputy to the next, outside.
Each side waited for the other to make a move first.
Otis dropped down, sitting with his back to the wall just below the window. Ryek sat just a few feet from him, her eyes watching him, waiting.
“What do we do?” She wiped an arm across her sweaty brow.
“Kill or be killed.” Otis stared down at the gun in his hands, now resting in his lap.
The vivious killer had grown uncharacteristically quiet. Ryek watched him closely, trying to figure out what was going through his head. What he was thinking.
Otis looked up, his pale blue eyes met her’s. He would do anything to keep her from falling into the hands of the law. It was because of him that she had fallen to his side anyways. She looked away, unable to hold his gaze.
The shot shattered the stillness inside the cabin. Ryek jumped, startled at the sudden, unexpected sound. Her eyes found Otis’s in the darkness. Steel coldness flooded through them. Her look dropped to his hands, the gun, smoke trailing from the freshly fired muzzle, was pointed straight at her.
She became aware of a pressure in her chest, wetness, a liquid, flowing down her torso. She pressed a shaking hand to her breast, pulling it away, staring at the dark red blood that now covered her hand.
She slumped over. Otis was all of a sudden there, holding her, cradling her in his lap. She couldn’t breath, it felt like an elephant was sitting on her chest. She felt no pain. Her breathing came in ragged gasps now.
Otis knew he had been given a choice, kill her and be free or both die, slow and painfully. He chose the former, if only to save her from a horrid death. He didn’t want her to fall into the hands of the law, better for her to be dead. To die happy.
He pulled her up closer to his face, hugging her to his chest. He kissed her passionately, softly gently, and whispered something in her ear, only the two of them could know. She had broken down the harsh, evil murderer.
Her breathing stopped, in her last few seconds, she reached up and touched his face.
Ryek’s eyes closed forever.