Little Firefly

A House of 1000 Corpses/Devils Reject's fanfiction

By: Butterfly Wolf

Disclaimer: I only own Shax. Everything else is owned by Rob Zombie and the film producers unless stated otherwise. I make absolutely no money.

Authors note: I came up with this thinking about kids.

Yawning, seven year old Shax groaned as he turned over in his bed and looked out the window. The sun was high in the sky, which meant it must be about noon.

Bouncing out of bed he grabbed his pants, shirt, and ran downstairs.

"FOOD!" He yelled, plopping down in his seat.

"There's my early riser. How was your evening, my little baby?" Asked Momma Firefly, scooping some eggs onto his plate.

"Boring. Otis and Baby had all the fun, I got stuck watchin TV with Grampa Hugo." Whined Shax, grabbing up his fork and shoving bite after bite into his mouth.

"Aww, well I'm sorry baby, maybe you'll get some fun later today." Said Momma, taking her coffee cup and heading to her spot at the table, sitting down next to him.

"Who knows." Said Shax, scooping some more food into his mouth, trying to eat quickly. He hoped he did have some fun today, and maybe he could get to it before Otis or Baby woke up.

Baby sleepily entered the room, rubbing her eyes as she walked to the dinner table in a tank top and underwear, stopping to russle Shax's hair as she sat down, making him give a pout for a second as his evil plan came to ruin.

"Morning Baby." Said Momma, Shax turning to look at her, bacon now in his mouth since he had finished all of his eggs.

"What you doin up so early?"

"Fuckin bitch in Otis's room was whining and woke me up." Said Baby, scooping some food onto her plate.

"Tell me about it. That bitch whined all last night." Complained Shax, taking another bite of bacon as he looked at his sister.

"I know, I keep telling him cutting their tongues out isn't enough, he has to take out the voice box."

"He's not got the skills." Shax took a deep drink of milk. It was true. Other than skinning people, Otis's skills in surgery were quite limited.

"I know, need to get Grampa to do it." Said Baby, forking some of her food.

"He wont, his rooms on the first floor so he cant hear it. Besides, she'll be dead by the time his ass makes it up the stairs." Said Shax, wiping his mouth with has napkin before jumping from his chair to take his plate to the sink.

"Shax, what'd I tell you about insultin Gramp?" Scolded Momma, watching him.

"Not to do it no more. But Otis does it all the time! Besides, you know its true he don't go nowhere but the couch and his dinner chair!" Complained Shax as he washed off his plate in the sink.

"He just needs some motivation." Scolded his mother as she took another drink of her coffee.

"I tried that! I even said there was a tied up prostitute with pie in the barn and he still didn't move! Told me to bring her to him!" Baby snickered into her milk, Momma trying to hide her smile.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. And all eyes turned to the hallway where the door was.

Blinking, Shax stepped down from his stool at the sink and stared at the door for a minute before turning back to look in the dinning room. Momma gave him a look that said to stay there as she walked carefully along the floor, avoiding creaking boards, and to the side window to peer out.

It was a middle aged man. Rolling her eyes, Momma turned and walked away back to the kitchen, waving her hand at Shax to go ahead.

"Yee!" Squealed the child, skipping down the hallway and to the door, as he opened it he quickly removed his grin and put on his innocent look on.

"Hewoh?" He asked, blinking up at the man innocently.

The man's eyes seem to widen at the sound of the voice so far down and his head lowered as he caught site of the child.

"Ah…is your mommy home?" he looked a little nervous. Probably some lost tourist Daddy had sent to the house to play with.
"Nope."

"Is your daddy home?"

"Nope." Shax smirked internally, thinking that the man had already met his daddy.

The man gave him a concerned look.

"Is anyone here with you…?"

Shax thought about this for a minute, the possibilities…He herd creaking coming up from the basement steps. Deciding on an answer, he smirked.

"Nope."
The man's look of concern deepened.

"Your too young to be staying here by yourself, I'm gonna have to stay in here with you until your parents come back." Said the man, with some kind of honor and pride in his nobility, making Shax mentally raise an eyebrow. Well, we'll see how far that gets him.

Shax smirked up at the man and opened the door.

"Come on in…" He cooed, stepping back.

As soon as the man took two steps in the door, Tiny's giant hand slammed down upon his head, making the man collapse into a bloody, and at the very least, unconscious heap on the floor.

Shax smirked down at him and waved his hand.

"Bye-bye."

Before shutting the door.

"MOMMA! CLEAN UP ON ISLE FOUR!" yelled Shax, skipping back into the dinning room.

Momma rolled her eyes and gave him a look.

"Oh hell, is he alive?" She asked, turning to him.

"How old!?" Quipped Baby hopefully.

Shax turned to Baby first.

"Old enough to be your cradle robber, and I didn't check his pulse, but Tiny did a number on him." Baby gave a pout and continued eating, Momma scowling.

"Tiny's always a bit of a grump in the mornin, tell him Momma said to see if the man was alive and if he is, strap him up in the barn for the kids later on, and that's NOT including you." Stated Momma, staring at him.

"Awww, but whyyy?" Whined Shax, looking back at her with a pouting look.

"Because I got a special job today for my special boy. I need you to run somethin down to Doctor for me today." She said, taking a drink from her mug.

"Ugh! Again!"

"Yes again, its something very important that he's been needin, Rufus done fixed his drill and he's gonna be wantin it back."

"Aw man! Cant Otis or RJ do it! I hate goin down there! Every time I'm down there a damn rabbit comes up to me and tries to pull a Catholic Priest! Plus there's spiders all over! I don't like Spiders!" He gave Momma a pleading look, his best puppy eyes.

Momma merely rose an eyebrow.

"That only works with your sister. Now you take your axe and go down there and give this to the Doctor, yew aint got nuthin better to do today so stop whinin." Were her last words on the subject.

"Ugh!" Shax stomped off to his room to get his axe and pen and paper to write to Tiny.

Baby turned to Momma.

"You know, I haven't seen Otis since early last night…"