As the Devil Reject's

A House of 1000 Corpses/Devil's Rejects fanfiction

By: Butterfly Wolf

Disclaimer: I only own Shax, Claudia, Reaper, and Fluffy. Everything else is owned by Rob Zombie and the film producers unless stated otherwise. I make absolutely no money.
Authors Note: Please review.

Rise Against –

"Shots fired, into the sky, are now returning, where the fuck will you hide?!"

The Nurse stood there for a minute, glancing around the room and took another careful step in, the guard also walking in behind her to peer around better.

"Are you sure this is the room they said he was in?"

"Its got a chart, Shax Firefly…"
Shax closed his eyes and smirked, slamming the door shut, and pounced on the woman first, his knife cutting through her throat instantly as the guard peered around blindly in the dark, Shax's eyes already adjusted as he jumped on the bed and grabbed the man, being able to slice his neck at the higher angle.

The guard fell to the floor with a sickening pop from his knee caps and a coked noise as he tried to breath, blood running down his body from his juggler.

Shax smirked down at him as he fell forward, his head giving a crack at the force of his skull hitting the cement floor before Shax jumped off the bed and on top of him, walking on him as he searched his pockets, pulling the keys out before stepping on the nurse to avoid the puddles of blood on the floor and made his way to the door, easily opening it now that it had been unlocked from the outside and left that way, since both morons walked into the room.

Peering around, he smirked at the empty hallway, and the possibilities. Chart, there was suppose to be a chart with his name on it. Turning his head upwards, he caught site of the clipboard sticking out of a plastic container attached to the wall. Grabbing it, he removed the paper from beneath the metal clip and quickly folded it, stuffing it in his back pocket.

Licking his lips, he slowly closed the door behind him, turning and starting to walk silently down the hallway to the right. 'I got the papers now, if chart's are all they go by here, no one'll know who the hell broke out ' he thought with a smirk as he pushed himself up against a wall, peering around the corner .

Hmmm…another empty hallway…but squinting, he saw that down this hallway, was a security camera. His eyes widened and the looked back down the other hallway, noticing nothing…What the hell? Quietly running to the other side of the hallway, he peered around the corner. There was a camera…Oh. Cheap ass institution, they put a camera in those two hallways and not this one because if someone broke out, they were going down one of those hallways no matter what, and skipping this hallway saved them money. Rolling his eyes, he made his way back to his room, leaving the door open for light as he removed the shoes of his victims, carrying the one from the guard and two of the high-heels from the nurse before heading back out into the hallway, going first to the right hallway to peer around at the camera. The Gods bless Grampa and his shoe throwing. Sneering, he took aim and threw, the heavy shoe easily knocking the camera over, it hanging merely by a wire as the red light blinked rapidly for a minute before going out totally.

He smirked before running to the other hallway and doing the same thing, to confuse the guards as on where he was headed. Smirking he ran and grabbed the shoe up, thinking they would assume he would go down the hallway's camera he knocked out last. So, instead, he turned and ran back to the first camera's hallway, grabbing the high-heel up from there as well before scanning the hallway.

Hmm…some rooms had charts, others didn't. He would assume those with charts meant patients, so those without meant vacancy…

Quickly dropping his shoe collection he dug the keys back out of his pocket and started searching them. There was a vacant room called C-13, the keys had the room number on them. Frantically moving his finger's, he swallowed as he herd the sound of boots hitting the ground as people ran down the hallways. Finally, finding the key, he shoved it in and turned, kicking the shoes in the empty room and pulling the keys out before running in himself, leaving the door unlocked as he quietly closed it, pushing his ear up against it.

He could hear people out there, men, males, guards, as they talked and looked frantically, peering in through peep holes at the patients.

"Here, turn on the lights, he could have gotten in one of the empty rooms!" Shax grabbed the shoes and pulled them next to him as he pushed himself up underneath the peep hole opening, waiting for the light to turn on.

It took a couple minutes, and he could hear their foots steps as they drew nearer.

The light turned on, and he held his breath as he herd someone on the other side of the door.

He tried to calm himself...1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi…

The lights went out and Shax exhaled slowly, hearing the footsteps go to the next room where apparently a true crazy was disturbed as the man started screaming at the top of his lungs about the light being turned on and it burning his skin.

Shax rolled his eyes.

Some people.

He pushed his ear harder up against the door to better hear what the guards were saying over the nutcase in the room next to him.

"I'll go down that hallway, you stay here and make sure it's clear." Said a deep voice
"And what the fuck am I suppose to do if it aint clear?" said a slightly higher pitched male voice.

"Call for help."

"Fuck it, go."

There was a sound of footsteps walking away, slowly fading. Shax worked up some spit in his mouth and dribbled it onto his hand, going to rub it over the hinges of the door before wiping his hand off and grabbing the handle, slowly turning it as he moved to peek out. The man was standing there, brown hair and a mustache in what looked like fancy pj's, the same thing the guard Shax had disposed of was wearing. It really made no sense, the nurses were all skirts/dresses and fancy wear while the men's dress code was pajamas. Shax rolled his eyes, waiting for the man to do something.

But he didn't. He stood there, hands in his pocket as he watched the door in front of him, as if that was where he was going to pop out of. The man next to him had finally quieted, Shax assuming they had turned his light back off. That was a good thing, because if he was still screaming that would draw attention to where Shax was peeking out of.

Finally, the man turned around, probably looking down the hallway the other guard had walked.

Shax smirked, opening the door completely as he quickly creeped up on the man.

"God, he is taking forever…" Complained the guard before Shax stabbed his knife into him from behind, puncturing the right lung and halting his ability to breath. Smirking, Shax gave the knife a violent twist, earning merely a choked whimper from the man as his last bit of breath escaped him, Shax catching him before he fell to his knees and slowly let him down, face down and with the knife still in so none of the blood hit the floor as he dragged the body back into the vacant room, grabbing one of the heeled shoes and his knife before he left, calmly shutting the door behind him.

This was easier than it looked.