Double Vision

I do not own any of the characters featured here. However if I did own Bill Moseley, I would be a very happy creature…I do not own McDonald’s, Coke, or Tales from the Crypt, either…although that would also be nice.
I make no profits off of this and I write for the enjoyment of others, please don’t sue me!
This story includes necrophilia, anthropophagy, rape, bloodlust, fluff, and mayhem. Do not read on if these things offend you.
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Chapter 1: The Meeting
The morning was damn hot. I lay there with yet another dead cheerleader in my bed. I could smell the cool morning breeze fading into the dusty hell it would become later. Sunlight and I are not the best of friends, I am an albino. The damn bitch next to me was starting to smell. Well I had her for a month, that’s kind of a record. What the hell was her name? Vivian, Venus, Valerie? Valerie! I’ll have to have Tiny take her out later. I’ll just push her over for the time being. At least its easier to move her than it is R.J. when he’s out-fucking-cold. Well, hell I cared for him although some days he was a little too nurturing. I pulled my blanket over my body. I loved this blanket although it was really a piece of shit, honestly. Mama had given it to me when I first came home. Now it was thin but still that ungodly shade of orange. By the time my mind registered someone was running down the hallway it was too late to save myself.

“Otis!!!!” Baby somehow flew from my door into a ninja jump and landed on me. Usually I was aware enough to know to cup my balls because her landings could be catastrophic from time to time. Today I was lucky. “How’s my big brother?” She giggled.

“I’m great, how’s my little sister?” I asked her pointedly as I began to get the leverage I needed to try and dump her onto the floor.

She finally slid off of me and I found myself sighing in relief. Laugh all you want but one way to scare any man is to know that his nuts are in danger from a flailing blonde. “There’s nothing good to eat in the house. Wanna go see dad?”

Oh gods, not fried chicken again. Please not fried chicken again. I asked knowing the answer. “Why?”

“To get some chicken and Coke.” How could she want chicken again? How the hell was it possible?” Well while we were out dicking around across the country we did eat McDonald’s every damn day. So I suppose its possible. “And see dad.”

“Well I suppose.” Great the last thing I wanted was to eat chicken and see Cutter. Fan-fucking-tastic. Baby smiled at me. Damn it, there was no way when she smiled at me like that I could tell her no and she knew it. It was the Otis-do-what-I-fucking-want smile. God damn she was beautiful.

She stroked my hair. “So where’s your lover?”

I was confused. “You’re standin’ on her.”

“No, the one that’s still alive.” She giggled. Oh, she meant R.J.

“Oh, I dunno. I guess fixin’ something.” We were having some time apart. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Although I also think absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.

She began to pull me. “Come on, get up and let’s go.” There was no telling this girl about patience. I gave up years ago. I finally got out of bed in a combination of falling and being pulled.

“Baby, I have got to get dressed, I’m naked in case ya didn’t notice.” I laughed at her.

“Yeah, but you’re cute. I’m sure no one will see ya.” She winked mischievously at me.

“Baby, this might be new to ya but I’m an albino and the sun is up.” I shook out my Pussy Liquor shirt. Shit, I owed them late fees. Well if that little bitch Gerry gives me shit I’ll slash his fucking throat. “And I am not getting a sunburn on my ass and my dick for you or anybody.”

She catcalled me as I was putting on my underwear. “Sexy whitey-tighties.”

“Blow me.” I shot back as I jumped into my jeans. Damn it, no socks. Mama, why do you have to take the clothes out of my room? ‘Cause everything was dirty, I guess. Shit it’s Wednesday, laundry day. I slipped into my boots. “Come on wretch, let’s go.” She slammed my hat onto my head.

I slung an arm around her as she slapped my chest. “Fuck you!”

“Fuck you, too.” We paraded out the front door arm in arm. Our day had begun.

We took R.J.’s tow truck. I hadn’t seen him all of yesterday. I wonder where the hell he might have been. It wasn’t like him to sleep this late into the day. Now I don’t know if ya’ll know this but albinos can’t really see very well. Now I try to drive every time just for fun. But whomever I am with usually conquers the coveted driver position. I have driven once and it is a good thing that R.J. has a tow truck. I didn’t see a huge rock that was on the edge of the road. I still don’t think Cutter has forgiven me. I am getting better with driving, I just have to pay attention to the colors in front of me. Ain’t my fault and besides I have better talents. “Hey, we should go to a movie.” Baby piped up.

“Baby, we have no money.” I adjusted the hat to keep the sun out of my eyes. I hate the fucking sun. “Furthermore, the nearest town is like 10 hours away that has a theater.” We were finally at Spauldings. I rushed inside-fucking sunlight!- and watched Baby bound along beside me. We were usually never far apart anyway.

We came to the sight of Cutter leaning over a comic and crunching on a mutilated chicken bone. “Well if it ain’t my little girl and Whitey!”

“Daddy!” Baby ran up to Spaulding and hugged him fiercely.

“So what are you and Snow White doin’ today?” I felt my fingers clench into fists. Some days I would love to blow his brains out.

“Nothin’ is good at the House and we’re hungry. Whatcha readin’?” He held up the comic. Tales from the Crypt? I fucking love those! I wonder if I can steal it from him.

“Well I got chicken and Coke.” Spaulding looked over to see my reaction that I was failing to hide. “Oh for Chrissakes, Snowpuff, I got somethin’ for your finicky ass too.” He went into the back and I began to stalk the comic. “That book had better be there when I get back, Whitey.” Damn it!

“Hey, Dad usually orders in two of them, one for himself and one for sale.” Baby consoled me. “Why don’t you go get it off the rack?” What a good idea! I headed over to the comic rack and reached to spin it when I jumped back.

There was this ghoulish thing with a horrible wig staring back at me. What the fuck am I looking at? His deep set eyes hid by sunglasses. “Well, hi! Didn’t really know anyone was looking at these. You like horror comics? I love horror comics. Well actually, I like music. Music is my life.” This ghoul held up a peace sign after talking a mile a minute. I looked back to Baby with a what-the-hell-do-we-do-now look.

“Uh, no you can go ahead, I was jus’…” I was lost for words. This ghoulish thing just kept staring at me. I was glad I was between him and Baby though. He made a move for my sister and I would rip his fucking throat out.

“My name’s Sawyer but my Dad and Bubba call me ChopTop. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Have you ever seen a ghost?” I was speechless. What the hell was this?
********************************************************Author’s note: Well after reading an article in which Bill Moseley says how much he likes both ChopTop and Otis I decided to see what would happen if they both met. The time frames are consistent with each other and both occur in the same state.