The Fireflys meet the Hawks, and Lardass

A few hours later....
RJ had hit the liquor store yet again and the whole house was helping themselves to the liquid fun. Well, except for Larry. The frail old man they call Grampa entertained Moon and Sandoz with his stories and filthy jokes while swigging whiskey. In a few hours Mother Firefly was in bed and Rufus was pickled and sitting beside Sandoz in the floor. Well, more actually leaning on her. Jeez he was heavy, one arm of his was bigger than her leg. He nuzzled on her neck and shoulder, the beginnings of a full beard tickling her. Moon was snickering at the redhead who shot her an angry look. "RJ," she spoke sweetly.

"Huh?," he smacked his lips and blearily appraising her.

"Could you uh, unlock us, please?"

"Uh-uh," he negated, putting a meaty hand on her breast.

"I gotta pee," Moon said, feeling like a voyeur.

"He'll do no such thing," piped up a severely drunken Otis from his sprawl on the couch, then burped.

"OOookay, big boy," said Sandoz, removing his hand from her person. "You can have some of that after you unchain us."

The heavily muscled man produced a key and stretched to unlock the bolt.

"Rufus you mountain gorilla have you lost yer mind, too?," Otis got to his feet, annoyed. When both women were freed he was suddenly hit with an idea. "I'm havin' a thought...." he slurred, his high-cheekboned face lighting up. "I'll let you two stay free--if you perform a task." He let silence descend a moment. "You gotta kill Larry Lardass. Or I will gut you both and hang you by yer intestines, then I'll kill you."

"Can I pee first?," wondered Moon.


Bathroom break...The women found themselves in the basement surrounded by the giant deformed Tiny in a mask (to hide his scarred face), Baby, Otis and Rufus Jr. Larry raised his head and peered at them all, his breathing labored. Otis ripped away the gag and slapped his ruined face, the white supremacist fixated his gaze on Moon. "You...cunt," he mumbled weakly. "Fuckin' slut. All goody-goody with these...sideshow freaks now?" Moon informed him she was there to kill him. He laughed, snorting "Well do it then, you ungrateful shit." Bloodloss, pain and exhaustion had driven him to delirium and he didn't care at this point. Otis cut Larry's bonds and RJ pulled him to his feet; he was barely able to stand on his own. Then the wraith unsheathed his butcher knife and slithered to Sandoz who stood eyeing him worriedly. He brought his rugged face close to hers, not much taller than the big girl, and ran the flat of his blade along her freckle-splashed face. "Time to prove yerself Miss Scarlet," he said softly, then put the blade in her hand. Tiny moved up beside her to guard her.

Then he focused his attention on the slender Moon. God, he wanted her. Alive. Dead. Gutted. Didn't matter. Hell the redheaded one was making him feel all frisky as well. "And Hotpants, let's see..." he rummaged around the junk and came up with an old croquet mallet with nails driven through it at different angles, making it resemble a medieval morningstar. Very wicked-looking. He handed it to her. He splashed some water on Larry to try to revive him a bit. "Ok. Larry, can you hear me? This is your big chance, Slick. All you have to do...is best these here lovely ladies. Then you can go free." Baby handed him a baseball bat with a happy face carved on it, under that it read 'Smiley the Bat.'

"An' to my new would-be harem," he sniggered, eliciting a dirty look from Moon. "You kill him, you can live. So get to it!" RJ pushed the ladies, who looked at one another, then around at the Fireflys. They were all pointing guns at them. Larry gripped his bat in both hands, raising it shakily. He didn't know what to believe or what was going on, but he'd kill a roomful of dirty sluts to get away. Moon took a swing with her mallet, which Larry blocked with his bat, pushing him back. Then Sandoz darted in with the big knife, sliding it into his upper arm. Moon readied herself for another swing when Otis stuck out his foot and tripped her, sending her facefirst into the musty floor. Bastard!

The auburn-haired woman lunged again and Larry almost fell over delivering a jolting smack to her lower back. "Owww!," she hollered. Breathing hard Larry wobbily went for her, the woman dodging easily. Then she was shoved by a cackling Baby, running into a table with her hip. Moon was back up and sunk the nail-studded mallet into the man's chest. He coughed up blood in her face as she tried to free her weapon. One-handed he swung the bat and clocked her in the head. She fell back on her bottom, certain that if she lived she'd have a goose-egg sized knot on her noggin. She caught it again right in the cheek, opening up a nasty wound and causing her to see stars. Just then Sandoz bum-rushed him sending them both to the floor. She stabbed him right under the collarbone, and in a last-ditch effort he pulled her onto him, piercing her with the morningstar mallet still embedded in him. So attached the man's eyes finally glazed over, his swan song a gurgling rattle. Crying out in pain Sandoz slowy pushed herself off him him, blood spurting out of the right side of her chest. "Sandoz," Moon called softly. Eyes streaming tears she turned toward the sound. "Are you all right?" Sandoz nodded her head.

Baby knelt in the floor with them, laughing and dipping her fingers in the blood and licking it. Otis and RJ whooped and laughed and soon Sandoz and Moon joined him, laughing with relief and the thrill of the kill, the rush of being alive. The sound of merriment filled the whole room, rebounding off the walls.

"Anybody hungry?," asked Baby after a moment.