Killin' Time
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G through L › House of 1000 Corpses
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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2,689
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3
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All's Well that ends Hell
Soloman herded Baby down the hallway shouting the whole way, "Bitch! You some kinda inbred slut? Or maybe that asshole ain't yore brother!" His dark grey eyes were livid.
"What the hell are you talking about?," she spits at him, trying to get loose from his grip.
"I've seen how familiar you two are with each other, then I saw you go up and kiss him. What the fuck is goin on?"
"None o' your business!"
He slams her against the wall, banging her head and losing her breath for a couple of seconds. "So you're just gonna run off with that freak, livin' a menial existance, whoring yourself out to make ends meet." He backhanded her.
"You just made the biggest mistake of yer life, Soloman," Baby says between clenched teeth, and buries a buttefly knife handle-deep into the man's chest. His eyes go wide, but instead of falling over he pulls a knife of his own and sticks her with it, the small blade going in her right shoulder. He attempted to pull it out to attack her again when a silver flash whipped around his neck, and a massive gash opened up a river of blood from his neck. He finally collapsed, revealing Otis standing behind him with his butcher knife. "Motherfucker," he hisses.
The girl pulls the weapon out of her body, grateful to her foster brother and to the fact nothing vital had been hit. "Guess it's time to go," she says shakily.
Otis rushed to his chamber to pack his few posessions and was presented with a startling sight--his 'dead' love interest holding a loaded shotgun at him. "In a hurry?," Lisa purred, her slender hands white-knuckled with rage.
"I thought I killed you, bitch," he snaps back, eyes looking for an opening.
"Yes, you did, you stupid redneck. I'm smarter 'n you, though that's not saying a lot. I think I'll reciprocate!" Her finger begins squeezing the trigger.
"Otis! Otis, we gotta go NOW!," comes Baby's voice as she bursts in the room. Blood soaked the front of her halter top from a large cut in her chest and her face was frantic.
"What the hell?!," swears Lisa, starting at the intrusion. It was just the diversion the pale snake needed; darting forward he snatches the 12-guage from the woman and bashing her head with it. He points it at her petite form, but Angel Baby was frantic and urging them to hurry up, that the Professor already knew and was really pissed off at them.
The next day, Otis stood at the sink of a seedy hotel staring at his reflection, for once somewhat satisfied with what he saw. Baby let herself in the dingy room with the room key carrying a bag of hair dye. She intended to dye her locks back to their normal blonde color. She was brought up short when Otis turned to her, grinning. "Otis--yore hair!"
He'd cut all his long fair hair off. The lank strands were currently laying haphazardly in the old sink. He looked odd to the girl, his hair shorn close to his skull. "Nobody'll recognize either of us," he explains, putting on a trucker hat which read 'Shit Happens.' "Awww, it'll grow back out."
Instinctively she runs up and rubs his head, the stubbly hair tickling her hand, and giggles. "Ma an' Pa won't know who we are!"
A dusty 1971 Pontiac LeMans winds it's way up Cherrypicker Lane in Ruggsville County, Texas, a pasty short-haired man driving and a 21-year-old willowy blonde in the passenger seat. It was nearing Halloween; the pair had been away from home for several months now. When they entered the yard through the gate and pulled into the driveway a blonde, older woman came running down the steps. She was wearing slinky neglige and platform pumps which she maneuvered easily through the grass and gravel with familiarity. "Vera-Ellen! Oh, my Angel Baby, yer home!," she smothered her daughter with hugs and kisses. "Did ya get that silliness outta yer system?" Baby answered yes. "I missed you sooo much!"
"I missed you too, Mama," the girl warbles.
"Otis! Lookit you, did a lawnmower get ahold o' yer head?," she gathered him into a substantial embrace, squeezing him against her ample bosom.
"Where's Pa?," wonders Angel.
"Oh, he's down at that stupid place he bought tryin to make some kinda screwy museum out of it," she scoffs, rubbing Otis' head. She couldn't resist. "You'll have to tell everthing you got into, I bet it was fun, huh? Come on inside, I got some iced tea ready."
"What the hell are you talking about?," she spits at him, trying to get loose from his grip.
"I've seen how familiar you two are with each other, then I saw you go up and kiss him. What the fuck is goin on?"
"None o' your business!"
He slams her against the wall, banging her head and losing her breath for a couple of seconds. "So you're just gonna run off with that freak, livin' a menial existance, whoring yourself out to make ends meet." He backhanded her.
"You just made the biggest mistake of yer life, Soloman," Baby says between clenched teeth, and buries a buttefly knife handle-deep into the man's chest. His eyes go wide, but instead of falling over he pulls a knife of his own and sticks her with it, the small blade going in her right shoulder. He attempted to pull it out to attack her again when a silver flash whipped around his neck, and a massive gash opened up a river of blood from his neck. He finally collapsed, revealing Otis standing behind him with his butcher knife. "Motherfucker," he hisses.
The girl pulls the weapon out of her body, grateful to her foster brother and to the fact nothing vital had been hit. "Guess it's time to go," she says shakily.
Otis rushed to his chamber to pack his few posessions and was presented with a startling sight--his 'dead' love interest holding a loaded shotgun at him. "In a hurry?," Lisa purred, her slender hands white-knuckled with rage.
"I thought I killed you, bitch," he snaps back, eyes looking for an opening.
"Yes, you did, you stupid redneck. I'm smarter 'n you, though that's not saying a lot. I think I'll reciprocate!" Her finger begins squeezing the trigger.
"Otis! Otis, we gotta go NOW!," comes Baby's voice as she bursts in the room. Blood soaked the front of her halter top from a large cut in her chest and her face was frantic.
"What the hell?!," swears Lisa, starting at the intrusion. It was just the diversion the pale snake needed; darting forward he snatches the 12-guage from the woman and bashing her head with it. He points it at her petite form, but Angel Baby was frantic and urging them to hurry up, that the Professor already knew and was really pissed off at them.
The next day, Otis stood at the sink of a seedy hotel staring at his reflection, for once somewhat satisfied with what he saw. Baby let herself in the dingy room with the room key carrying a bag of hair dye. She intended to dye her locks back to their normal blonde color. She was brought up short when Otis turned to her, grinning. "Otis--yore hair!"
He'd cut all his long fair hair off. The lank strands were currently laying haphazardly in the old sink. He looked odd to the girl, his hair shorn close to his skull. "Nobody'll recognize either of us," he explains, putting on a trucker hat which read 'Shit Happens.' "Awww, it'll grow back out."
Instinctively she runs up and rubs his head, the stubbly hair tickling her hand, and giggles. "Ma an' Pa won't know who we are!"
A dusty 1971 Pontiac LeMans winds it's way up Cherrypicker Lane in Ruggsville County, Texas, a pasty short-haired man driving and a 21-year-old willowy blonde in the passenger seat. It was nearing Halloween; the pair had been away from home for several months now. When they entered the yard through the gate and pulled into the driveway a blonde, older woman came running down the steps. She was wearing slinky neglige and platform pumps which she maneuvered easily through the grass and gravel with familiarity. "Vera-Ellen! Oh, my Angel Baby, yer home!," she smothered her daughter with hugs and kisses. "Did ya get that silliness outta yer system?" Baby answered yes. "I missed you sooo much!"
"I missed you too, Mama," the girl warbles.
"Otis! Lookit you, did a lawnmower get ahold o' yer head?," she gathered him into a substantial embrace, squeezing him against her ample bosom.
"Where's Pa?," wonders Angel.
"Oh, he's down at that stupid place he bought tryin to make some kinda screwy museum out of it," she scoffs, rubbing Otis' head. She couldn't resist. "You'll have to tell everthing you got into, I bet it was fun, huh? Come on inside, I got some iced tea ready."