A/N: So sorry for not updating sooner, anyway I don't really think I've clarified something. This story takes place a couple of years after the first movie so the year's 2008. If there are any questions that you may have, please PM me or leave it in a review.

I don't own 'Hills Have Eyes' or anything else referenced or quoted from other horror movies.

"Yes!" I cheered in the back of the old Chevy.

A DVD player and charger were held in my hands like I just won the MVP trophy for softball. Finally, a way to use all the CDs and DVDs I've found in other cars, my problems of boredom are solved! Putting them away in the backpack I found in a battered Nissan, I continued my looting.

Pluto sat patiently in the shade of a bus while I went about my business. Occasionally when he couldn't see me through the dirty windows of whatever car I was in, he would walk over and check to make sure I was still around before going back to his place. He always seemed to know when I had a gun and was quick to take it from me but I hadn't seen one on this trip yet.

You can tell a lot about someone from the contents of their car. Every time I come across a new one I have a moment of silence for those that died. Sometimes I don't even want to enter a car, I get the feeling that it's wrong. Like grave robbing, I disturb the peace and take their once personal possessions for myself. If I'm ever at unease, I imagine who could've been in this car, it's calming, somewhat. A matter of giving recognition to the dead as I like to say.

This car belonged to a couple with a baby, I imagine. There's one of those baby car seats here and three suitcases. The baby clothes are too small for Venus and Mercury, they belonged to a bouncing baby boy. In the woman's there's a lot of light colors and floral prints, out here it was better to have sturdier clothing than these flimsy fabrics. I still stuff a few in the bag, maybe Big Mama could do something with it. The man was tall I bet, less than Pluto though. There's nothing that useful except for clothes and some work boots along with a hat or two. I decide to take the whole suitcase. It's a small one so the added weight isn't much.

I hear Pluto coming towards the car when his walkie talkie crackles to life.

"Pluto!" It's Jupiter, "We need ya down near the mines."

The sun hasn't even set yet! Why do they need him all of a sudden? I grab the device from Pluto's hand and switch it on.

"Jupiter, we're busy here in the craters." I wait for a reply and it's Lizard surprisingly enough that responds.

"Get tha' hell outta there!" I don't like the edge to his rough voice, it sounds frustrated. "We gonna get 'em soon!"

Pluto notices it too and starts looking around, weapon at the ready. Something about all this is putting me on edge and I swear to God if Lizard is playing with us I'll hit him when I get back.

"How much longer?" My voice surprises me in the hushed tone.

"Jen, go back to the village. Pluto, get to the mines." Goggle says his voice is reassuring in its calm tone.

"Okay." I hand the walkie talkie back to Pluto who immediately heads for the rim of the crater. I hang back a moment and grab the tire iron hidden under the seat. No use being defenseless. I felt weak just now with the small 'conversation' between me and the boys, like a small child not old enough to help and in the way.

Pluto's gone by the time I get out, the extra cargo having weighed me down. The tire iron is secure in my hand and I start down the main path, at a certain point I just had to go off to the side to get to the village. The sun is beating down on me, I adjust my grip on the suitcase in my left hand. It's getting boring without the comforting presence of Pluto who could entertain in a moment's notice.

Without anything else to do, I whistle. The song was old but familiar and comforting at the same time. The memory brought a grin to my face.

"'You like Huey Lewis and the News?'" I pause for a beat hearing an answer in my head. "'Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in '83 I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically.'"

I'm quoting here in the middle of the desert and I don't really care. I'm in the mood now, my blood's pumping and...'I dream of such pictures'.

"'The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen if consummate professionalism that really gives the song a big boost.'" The urge to let out all pent up frustrations is right there with an edge to control it. My nails bite into my palms and I laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all, here I am, in the middle of the desert attempting to relive a beloved movie and novel of mine.

A part of me thinks the sun is getting to me and I'm going stir-crazy. On impulse, I turn and do a moonwalk before facing forward and keep going. "'He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humor.'"

I've reenacted this scene plenty of times with Matt as Paul, once I even did this during my required year of art during high school when I took Theater. The teacher had talked to us about our favorite types of movies and productions. I wasn't shy about making it clear that I was in the horror with some other degenerates. The teacher had been a horror fan herself and questioned us about our favorite moments in the genre of horror. But then one of the comedy people said that class was about to end so instead, for an assignment, she told each group that we needed to recreate our favorite movie moments in our chosen genre. That was easily the first and only time I truly enjoyed a group assignment.

I paused waiting for Matt's voice to say Paul's line then continued, "'No, Allen.'"

A tinier pause followed by, "'Yes it is! In '87, Huey released this'," My occupied right hand did the appropriate gesture, "'Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is 'Hip to be Square', a song so catchy most people probably don't listen to the lyrics.'"

I was getting delusional or that really was a person coming towards me, it had occurred to me that I hadn't went off the path to the village. I was Patrick ready to beat the shit out of Paul, Hannibal trying to eat someone's liver with fava beans and a nice chianti, Freddy going in for the kill, or even Alex 'singin' just singin', in the rain!'.

I didn't register him running towards me, I could only imagine Matt, face torn up and limbs missing, screaming at me. I tested the satisfying weight of it in my hand before dropping the suitcase and now holding it in both hands as the illusion came closer. Weeks of being here and countless times of seeing them all around the table eating raw bloody meat, a few times I would get caught by either Ruby or Goggle and I would retreat back to the bedroom. Once it was Mercury and Venus who had caught me and they got right up, pulling me with bloodstained hands to join them at the table. Numbly, I would sit I between them and stare at the table.

Sometimes Ruby would find me like that, knees to my chest and blood escaping from my mouth once when I bit down too long and hard. I would be sitting under my hands, not trusting my ability to stay away from Ruby.

I grinned as the illusion came evermore closer. "'But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself.'"

"Hey! Hey!" The voice was like Mattie's but lower like a distorted version.

The illusion was finally within swinging distance and I smiled. "'Hey, Paul!'"

I finally swung like in softball and I heard a crack, I imagined it to be the ball. Now it's Mattie lying on that dirt road, screaming and doing that god-awful crying. It's getting on my nerves, reminds me of Kayla, Cassie, and Danny. Geez, why's he crying like that? He knows I hate crying just as much as whiny little bitches. He knows I don't just stop in the middle of a scene, I get things done. "'TRY GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA NOW, YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTARD! YOU, FUCKING BASTARD!'"

The workout I'm getting from this! The blood, it feels like it's on me but it's not real, it can't be. Mattie's screaming out names, not curse words but real names, Bible names. That's when I remember Matt wasn't religious at all, he was a self-proclaimed atheist. I open my eyes, I'm blinking past blood and look down at the man that's praying with every last bit of his breath. His skull had caved in and I could see white bone poking through punctured skin. The tire iron falls from my hands and I watch, numb, as the flowing pool of blood dirties the bottom of my sneakers. I grab the suitcase again, my hand staining the dark handle and start backtracking to where I needed to walk off the path. I hum the song anew as I get closer to the village.