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.
With two more guards down Shax had taken the keys and made his way out the door, the mental institution in a very secluded area away from Ruggsville, but you could still see the town over the hill. So as the sun peeked it's last look at the city, Shax made his way to the small wood and started down the hill, smirking to himself as he thought about how similar this was to breaking out of the orphanage, which, was actually, about four miles east of here. Well, similar in a way if you took away the killing. He just shook his head and made his way down the hill.
Flashback:
Six year old Shax looked over at the clown in the pick-up truck as he drove down the dark gravel streets of the town.
"Are you really gonna take me back to the orphanage?" he asked, before turning to look at his feet.
The clown turned to him for a minute, staring him down with a contemplative look before he reached into the glove compartment and got out a pack of cigarettes with a lighter, getting a cigarette out and lighting it, taking a long puff before turning back to the kid next to him.
"Nah, not tonight," said the clown, his eyes going back to the road.
Shax turned to him with a confused look, licking his dry lips.
"So…your gonna take me back tomorrow?" He asked, not really understanding.
The clown took a deep breath before turning towards him again, staring him down before taking another drag.
"Maybe, maybe briefly." He said, turning down a dark road.
Shax gave him an even more confused look before shaking his head.
"Okay, whatever you want." Said Shax, leaning back in the passenger seat, the clown turning to look at him with an amused look.
"Whatever I want, huh? Shit boy, aint you suppose to be at that opposing age?" asked the clown, Shax not entirely sure what else to call him.
"I don't know, am I? There's not much I can do to stop you, anyways. And if I got to the orphanage I'll just run away again…I'm on number three, soon they'll probably send me to some reformatory school." Said the kid with a shrug, but he did have a bit of a depressed look at the idea of being sent to a reformatory school. Cutter had almost got sent there once…
"So no one will adopt you, huh?" Asked the clown, glancing over at him.
Shax shrugged, looking at his shoes.
"I guess not, although I'm not on the first pick list. People don't like kids with criminal records for some reason." Said Shax sarcastically, making the clown smirk.
"I got some people who might…"
End of Flashback:
Shax made it down the hill most of the way before he even hit anything close to society, smirking as he herd the sounding alarms in the asylum above him. Didn't matter now, he was long gone. Or gone enough for them not to have a chance.
Stepping onto the road, he fallowed it down to a gas station on the outskirts of the city, walking slowly up to the back of it, quickly taking to the shadows of the station in the dark as he glanced down at himself.
He had blood on him everywhere but his feet, or at least splatters of it. His arms were the worst, his white tank top a little stained near the middle, and his pants had a little bit near the shins.
If he went in there now, with the sounding alarms above, he'd be back in that cell before he knew what hit him. Shit. Shit shit fuck fuck! There was the sound of voices and approaching footsteps on the side walk from the other side of the station coming near him. Shax's eyes widened for a moment as he peered around, the lights from inside the station easily casting the shadows of the people nearing him. Sneering, he turned and quickly ran behind a dumpster, glad that this part of texas was pretty much nothing but sand.
Crouching behind the dumpster, he waited, listening intently for the people to leave.
"Got the stuff man?"
"Yeah, I got it. You got the doe?"
"Yeah…hey I'm a little short this week, you know, my girlfriend and-"
"The fuck you say, motherfucker!?"
Shax's eyes instantly widened as turned, peering around the disgusting smelling can.
There was a somewhat short man in a black hooded jacket that looked like it was way too small for him, his pants way to big, and a pistol in his hands as he held a pretty clean looking kid to the wall, his other hand around the guy's neck. Shax rose an interested eyebrow with a smirk.
"You better have my fucking money you piece of shit! I gave you a discount last time, but that was a one time thing! Who the fuck you think you are comin' to my corner askin' for shit, you stupid fuck! You owe me double now if you want SHIT!" said the man in the hood with a harsh whisper, the man against the wall's eyes locked on the gun pushed against his stomach.
"Alright, alright! Take anything you want!" Said the man, all but shaking.
"Your god damn right. Give me your wallet!"
"What!?"
"I said, GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING WALLET!"
The man's hands shook as he tossed it at the man, turning to run once the grip on his chest was loosened, the man laughing at him as he ran, putting the weapon back in his pants as he picked up the wallet.
"Yeah yeah, keep yer runnin', fuckin creep." Said the hooded man quietly to himself as he stood back up, opening the wallet with interest.
Well well well…
Shax smirked as he stood up, his knife out and open as he slowly walked around the other side of the dumpster, making sure to stay just outside of the man's sight as he creeped up on him, his knife ready as his boots quietly touched the cement of the sidewalk.
"Motherfucker! Lied to me!" Sneered the man as he held up two hundred dollar bills, obviously too involved with it to sense somebody behind him.
Shax had his knife in the man's lung before another word fell from his lips, twisting and withdrawing as the man fell to his knees.
Quickly, Shax moved in front of the man, ignoring the stunned look on his face as Shax held him up, working the black jacket off of him before it got too soaked in blood, thankful that all there was was a medium sized wet looking spot where the hole was. It was black, which meant, unless you peered, you could only guess what color of liquid it had been in contact with.
Once he had gotten the jacket off he man and on himself, he let him drop to the ground with a sneer, grabbing the gun off the back of his pants and his wallet, taking both the man's money and the scaredy pants, stuffing the bills into his unoccupied back pocket and the gun into his pants as he grabbed the arms of the man, dragging him back behind the dumpster as quick as he could, giving the body a kick before he started recovering the few places of blood stained sand.
Standing against the brick wall of the gas station again, he glanced around to make sure the worst was taken care of. The only thing that remained was a small blood stain on the sidewalk that he knew he couldn't get up. Shax gave it a sneer before pulling the gun back out of his pants, opening the chamber to look inside.
Empty.
What a fuckin bluff.
Shax gave the gun an amused look before putting it back into his pants. That was just proof anyone will do anything, under the certain circumstances. Walking around to the other part of the gas station, he stood on the boarder of the main part and the 'distant parking' part, where the light barely touched as he dug into his back pocket, pulling his 'chart papers' out and glancing over them. If these where his papers, then they should say the location of his mother. Staring them over, he stopped at 'Family Residence – Court Case.'
Sneering, he stuffed them back into his pocket. That meant she must still be in jail then, which shouldn't be too hard to get too. Walking over to one of the cars that was somewhat isolated from the others, he waited about two feet away from it, hoping it was a customer and not a worker as he stood there, giving his best lost expression.
Sure enough, someone wandered out eventually, a woman, with blonde hair and a pink dress with a leather overcoat, digging in her purse for her keys as she walked to her car. Shax swallowed, acting.
"Oh" Said the woman after she looked up from her purse, startled at seeing someone standing there.
"Oh, oh honey, are you lost?" She asked, walking over to him, but Shax didn't answer. He let his eyes wonder to hers for a minute before quickly glancing away, his foot giving a twist.
"Wow sweetheart, what happened to you?" She asked, her hand raising to touch something on his forehead. Damn. The bandage from that pig knocking him out with the butt of his rifle.
Suddenly with a sneer, Shax pulled the gun out of the back of his pants, cocking it as he looked at the now stunned woman.
"Get in the car."
