Hello interwebers. Time for the second chapter. We meet the family and find out a little more about Maggie. Not much to say, but no this is not a love at first sight thing, more of intrigue at first sight. So without further ado, chapter two.

"How have we not found it yet?" griped Tina. The ride since leaving the museum had been long and tiresome. Between the complaining, getting lost, and constant bickering from the couple. Maggie was considering walking home the hundred or so miles, and she would of, if not for the sudden storm and it being well past sunset.

"From his directions it's suppose to be around here. If it wasn't for this damned rain." Stan let lose a frustrated sigh. There goes the perfect ending to their last adventure.

Seeing something odd by the road, while the couple continued to argue, Maggie decided to speak up. "Person." Everyone squinted out the front windshield, sure enough there was a girl getting soaked in the unplanned storm.

Stan spoke first. "I'll pull over."

Tina answered quickly though. "Don't, you never know what people like that will do."

"She'll get sick." Both occupants were surprised that the usually never social Maggie was ok with bringing a stranger into the vehicle. But Stan could only assume it was her medical instinct, rather than her actual care of social interaction.

"Whatever, she has to sit in the back with you though." Tina begrudgingly agreed.

With a solemn nod Maggie moved her stuff and herself to the left side of the car. Allowing the girl plenty of room when they reached her.

"Howdy, thanks for pick'n me up, that storm came out of nowhere." The girl's southern accent shined through like a beacon. "My name's Baby, what are your's?"

A loud scoff left Tina's mouth before she could stop it. But Stan tried to cover it up by answering Baby. "Hi Baby, My name is Stan, this is Tina, and back there with you is Maggie." Gesturing to each person in turn.

Although the guy was ok looking Baby had no interest in him, she automatically disliked the girl in the front, but all her interest was on the girl next to her. What made her so special that daddy wanted her unharmed. She was going to find out before he got to the house, maybe she could have a little fun with her.

"So what are you folks do'n all the way out here?" She had wanted the redhead to reply, but the boy spoke up again.

"We were looking for Doctor Satan's grave, but with the rain it's kind of hard."

"Well, that's right by my house, I can get you there in exchange for a ride." Baby was glad the plan was already in motion, the quicker they got to the house, the more time she'd have with the girl.

After agreeing to the terms the car was quiet, except for the occasional direction from Baby. Baby was upset that Maggie seemed to be ignoring her, brushing her off with the cold shoulder. So Stan thought he should explain that there friend was far from social. While she was distracted the item of their conversation took her looks in. Several inch taller than her short stature, slim size, blonde hair, and slightly tan skin. Maggie couldn't help, but feel inadequate, Baby was every man's dream. What was posted on magazines and aired all over TV. Then Maggie reminded herself, that she could care less about what people thought of her looks, let alone using them to make men dream of her.

All to quickly she was brought out of her self evaluation. Three things happened so rapidly that it was hard to distinguish between them. A large strike of lightning and clap of thunder, followed by the back right tire blowing out. The vehicle lurched forward before come to an abrupt stop.

"What the hell just happened!" Cried Tina from the passenger seat.

"Musta ran over something sharp, happens all the time out here." Baby waved off casually. "But my house isn't far from here and my brother R.J. is a mechanic. He can fix your tire up lickety split." Baby reassured.

"Ok, I'll go with you." Stan replied. Only to be stopped.

"No you won't." Tina rejected. Thus starting another fight between the hopeless couple.

Feeling a tap on her left shoulder, Baby turned to the only tolerable one in the vehicle. Maggie nodded her head to the door and hopped out of the car. Baby shrugged her shoulders and saw this as an opportunity to spend some time with the mysterious girl.

The walk was the most tedious one Maggie ever had to endure. From trying to keep her trusty satchel dry, the rain, and pretending she couldn't hear Baby, because of the rain of course. She was annoy, so when Baby pointed out her home, it would be an understatement to say she was relieved.

It was a stereotypical redneck house, that was until you got to the front porch. "These are my baby dolls. Growing up I always liked taking them apart. Liked 'em so much Mama let me decorate the house with them." A giggle punctuated the very telling story of her childhood.

It made Maggie wonder just what she had gotten herself into.

Sitting in front of the fireplace, in what Baby had called her favorite dolly dress, Maggie was sincerely uncomfortable. It was a light blue, trimmed in white lace, and ended just above her knees. She had also done her hair and make up; putting a white bow in her to curly to do anything with hair, mascara, and bright red lipstick. To enhance her feminine features, Baby had said. After getting a good look around the house she had a much better idea of what exactly she had gotten herself into.

Baby was enjoying playing with her new toy. She didn't complain or fuss, and when she asked a question she got a quick simple answer. She was like one of those dolls that you pull the string on. She was glad Daddy wanted to keep this one, she would be lots of fun.

Mama Firefly finally joined them in the den. She was happy to find Baby having fun with the new guest, afraid that she may be upset with them keeping this one. From what she could tell this one would make a good addition to their family. At least that what Cutter meant, especially after Baby had gotten so attached.

"So what your name Doll?" Mama asked.

Seeing a theme in how this family viewed her, she thought it would be best to play along. "Maggie miss."

"Oh, no need to be formal Doll. Just call me Mama."

Irritated that she had asked and yet decided not to use her name. Maggie gave a small, fake grin and replied. "Ok, Mama." It came out reluctantly but she had said it.

"She and her friends where on a trip to see the old grave and got lost. They found me and wouldn't you know it one of their tires blew. Told 'em R.J. could fix it right up." Maggie didn't miss the look that pasted between mother and daughter.

"Well then you should go get him. Don't need those kind people waiting any longer. How many friends were with you?" Mama questioned, as Baby ran to the back door.

"Just two others, but I would consider them more of acquaintances."

Mama smiled at the answer, easier to get rid of them if she felt no attachment. Baby traipsed back to the couch and plopped as close as possible next to Maggie. A very built man, with dark hair and skin, went out the door. Slamming harshly making Maggie's head swing quickly to the front door.

"That was just R.J., I'm sure he didn't mean to scare you." Mama sent a reassuring smile her way.

"Not scared." She stated quietly. This made both women's interest heighten.

When the others arrived, Mama said that dinner was ready and insisted they joined. Which is when they met Grandpa, who was vulgar and took a lot of patients to deal with. Noticing that a couple of chairs were empty, Maggie thought it would be best to ask if the others would be joining them. Daisy had told her all about the family so she could guess the ones that were missing.

"That's so sweet of you dear. Baby, Grandpa, go get Otis and Tiny, please." With a bit of complaining on Grandpa's end they did as they were told.

Baby came down followed by an albino man; he was tall, with stained clothes on, that she could easily speculate what they had come from.

It was when Grandpa came up, followed by one of the tallest men she had ever laid eyes on that her interest in the family perked up. He was covered in scarring from head to toe, or she assumed so, he was wearing a crude mask to cover most of his face. Her eyes lit up slightly as they traced the scarred tissue. The patterns were so intriguing, what had caused them? Had they healed properly? Did it hinder him? She had so many questions, but her thoughts were interrupted by the albino.

"What are you staring at Tiny like that for? You think he's a freak or somethin'!" Otis was not happy about the new supposed addition. Rabbits were meant to be killed and so far this girl hadn't proven herself otherwise. He didn't care what that fuck'n clown said.

"I didn't mean to seem rude, I'm just very fascinated with all things medical and Tiny is a medical marvel." She tried to say it as nicely and honestly as she could. But when you got down to it she really meant she wanted to study him.

Although Mama took it in a whole different sense. "Oh, my Tiny has always been a lady killer. Just excuse the mask he's always been a little shy." Her heart was soaring, no one had ever looked at Tiny with anything, but fear. If she did become a part of the family, Mama was going to make sure they made a family of their own.

Tiny felt hyperaware as he set next to the new girl. She had no fear or disgust in her eyes, only interest. He wasn't sure how to react to this unknown situation, so he watched the girl warily.

Stan didn't like this situation one bit. He was a good looking guy, he had a good paying job. He was desirable, but no she wouldn't give him a second look. This freak though she couldn't take her eyes off of. He had always been good to her, put her first. But no this freak of nature, that can't even speak a word, has all of her attention. "I think it's time we go." He stated. With a nod from Tina the couple started to leave, only to notices that their final member didn't follow. "Maggie?"

Shaking her head she solemnly responded. "Your not going to get far."

Tina huffed and pulled a oblivious Stan. The front door gave a shaking bang. Otis sent a shriveling smirk at the now more enticing girl. "When did you figure it out." It was more of a command than a question.

"When I saw the house, it made me suspicious, but the bathroom made your intentions clear. I'm guessing Captain Spaulding found me interesting, since Baby hasn't harmed me. You should go get the others, better to be safe than sorry."

It seemed the clown had made a good decision for once in his life. Otis gave a loud laugh as he and Tiny went to tie up loose ends.