Sorry about my last chapter. I'm still sort of new here, and
I'm just getting the hang of things. Um, I don't own anything
of House of 1,000 Corpses, or Rob Zombie, so don't sue me.
^.~ I don't know how long this story will last, because
it's just a free write that I'm working on. So... Here's the
next chapter... Um. Hope you enjoy.
"Fuckin' piece of shit!" There was a loud crashing sound as a boot hit metal. Frustration was what Rosalyn felt at this point, her body resting tensely at the bumper of her non- functioning car. It had been running fine about a half-hour ago, what had gone wrong?
A small sigh escaped her lips as she ran a hand through her hair in irritation. "Now what...?" She spoke dully under her breath. As if by answering her question, at the corner of her eye, she spotted what appeared to be a young woman from the distance. Moving her hand from the back of her head, her eyes seemed to narrow a bit at the sight.
As the woman grew closer, Rosalyn noticed her features a bit more clearly. The jean shorts this woman wore were as short as her own, and a blue denim top scarcely covered her bust. She wore cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat that allowed her wavy dirty blonde hair to flow in curly tendrils down her back. The woman's smile was welcoming, yet somehow haunting.
"Howdy." The voice that poured from her ruby red lips was rather high-pitched and child-like. Rosalyn's eyes searched over her face slowly before she allowed a weak smile of her own. "Howdy." She responded. The woman's eyes shifted from Rosalyn's face toward the car. "Havin' car troubles? Or just out enjoyin' the fresh air?" A laugh fell from this woman's mouth, and Rosalyn couldn't help but notice the danger that was in it.
"Guess so." Rosalyn lifted herself from the bumper to stand in front of the woman, finding herself about as tall as her, "Couldn't say I didn't expect it. This piece of shit's been hanging in there for quite sometime." A small smirk spread across Rosalyn's face at her own words, and her eyes moved to glance at the heat waves that flowed off of the car. "That's a shame, it's a pretty kickass car." Somehow, Rosalyn couldn't note the sympathy in this woman's voice.
"Name's Baby." Those emerald eyes of Rosalyn's moved slowly to look at the extended hand in front of her before taking it. "Rosalyn. But most call me Lyn." They stood a moment, slender hands intertwined, until Baby spoke up, "Well, it's a pleasure to meet ya'." Her nose crinkled lightly as she smiled at Lyn. "Would ya' like to stop by my house? It's not too far away. I'm sure one of my brother's could help ya' with it. They're great with cars, even got a tow truck." Lyn gave the new woman a light smile before speaking to her once more. "Well, I know what's wrong. My Fan Belt's broken; I just need the part to fix it with."
For a moment, Baby seemed slightly surprised that Lyn had knowledge of cars, but she soon overcame it, responding in her usual peppy voice, "By chance, we might have what yer lookin' for. Come on, it's worth a shot, and better than sittin' out in this here blazin' heat." Her eyes and mischievous grin told Rosolyn many things, but she only smiled and nodded her head. This girl maybe trouble, but whose to say Lyn wasn't?
They hadn't walked too far when Baby fell back into conversation, asking Lyn questions about this and that. "So what brings ya' out here? Don't seem like the yuppie type that is just passin' through." Lyn's eyes stared meaninglessly at the rubble they walked on, her ears hearing the light crunch of boots against rocks. "I don't know. Just like to travel, I guess. Not such a bad place, sorta' hot, but I'm not a sissy bitch." Her eyes lifted to look at Baby's laughing face briefly, before fluttering to the trees beside them. "Don't see too many people here, eh?" She arched a brow in question, her head turned away from Baby's responding mouth. "Nope. It's a shame too, we'd like some people to hang around with."
They spoke of many things, and Lyn could sense a few missing details from Baby's stories. Every once in awhile, Rosalyn slipped in comments of her own, but obviously she was leaving some things out of her story as well. The two seemed to actually get along, from Lyn's part at least. Her thoughts drifted in and out of their conversations, but soon her attention grasped firmly onto the sight of an old rusty gate.
" Yep, that's my house." Baby turned to her again, that smile blooming on her face. The outside of the house was ragged and dirty; things were sprawled in various directions in the yard. The grass was missing in sections, showing dry dirt patches here and there. Not that Rosalyn cared about any such thing. She was just simply dumbfounded at the sight of a house in the first place. "Classy." Her words were low and hollow. The high giggle came from Baby's mouth again, and she gently brushed a hand over Lyn's arm. "I think you'll like it here."
"Fuckin' piece of shit!" There was a loud crashing sound as a boot hit metal. Frustration was what Rosalyn felt at this point, her body resting tensely at the bumper of her non- functioning car. It had been running fine about a half-hour ago, what had gone wrong?
A small sigh escaped her lips as she ran a hand through her hair in irritation. "Now what...?" She spoke dully under her breath. As if by answering her question, at the corner of her eye, she spotted what appeared to be a young woman from the distance. Moving her hand from the back of her head, her eyes seemed to narrow a bit at the sight.
As the woman grew closer, Rosalyn noticed her features a bit more clearly. The jean shorts this woman wore were as short as her own, and a blue denim top scarcely covered her bust. She wore cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat that allowed her wavy dirty blonde hair to flow in curly tendrils down her back. The woman's smile was welcoming, yet somehow haunting.
"Howdy." The voice that poured from her ruby red lips was rather high-pitched and child-like. Rosalyn's eyes searched over her face slowly before she allowed a weak smile of her own. "Howdy." She responded. The woman's eyes shifted from Rosalyn's face toward the car. "Havin' car troubles? Or just out enjoyin' the fresh air?" A laugh fell from this woman's mouth, and Rosalyn couldn't help but notice the danger that was in it.
"Guess so." Rosalyn lifted herself from the bumper to stand in front of the woman, finding herself about as tall as her, "Couldn't say I didn't expect it. This piece of shit's been hanging in there for quite sometime." A small smirk spread across Rosalyn's face at her own words, and her eyes moved to glance at the heat waves that flowed off of the car. "That's a shame, it's a pretty kickass car." Somehow, Rosalyn couldn't note the sympathy in this woman's voice.
"Name's Baby." Those emerald eyes of Rosalyn's moved slowly to look at the extended hand in front of her before taking it. "Rosalyn. But most call me Lyn." They stood a moment, slender hands intertwined, until Baby spoke up, "Well, it's a pleasure to meet ya'." Her nose crinkled lightly as she smiled at Lyn. "Would ya' like to stop by my house? It's not too far away. I'm sure one of my brother's could help ya' with it. They're great with cars, even got a tow truck." Lyn gave the new woman a light smile before speaking to her once more. "Well, I know what's wrong. My Fan Belt's broken; I just need the part to fix it with."
For a moment, Baby seemed slightly surprised that Lyn had knowledge of cars, but she soon overcame it, responding in her usual peppy voice, "By chance, we might have what yer lookin' for. Come on, it's worth a shot, and better than sittin' out in this here blazin' heat." Her eyes and mischievous grin told Rosolyn many things, but she only smiled and nodded her head. This girl maybe trouble, but whose to say Lyn wasn't?
They hadn't walked too far when Baby fell back into conversation, asking Lyn questions about this and that. "So what brings ya' out here? Don't seem like the yuppie type that is just passin' through." Lyn's eyes stared meaninglessly at the rubble they walked on, her ears hearing the light crunch of boots against rocks. "I don't know. Just like to travel, I guess. Not such a bad place, sorta' hot, but I'm not a sissy bitch." Her eyes lifted to look at Baby's laughing face briefly, before fluttering to the trees beside them. "Don't see too many people here, eh?" She arched a brow in question, her head turned away from Baby's responding mouth. "Nope. It's a shame too, we'd like some people to hang around with."
They spoke of many things, and Lyn could sense a few missing details from Baby's stories. Every once in awhile, Rosalyn slipped in comments of her own, but obviously she was leaving some things out of her story as well. The two seemed to actually get along, from Lyn's part at least. Her thoughts drifted in and out of their conversations, but soon her attention grasped firmly onto the sight of an old rusty gate.
" Yep, that's my house." Baby turned to her again, that smile blooming on her face. The outside of the house was ragged and dirty; things were sprawled in various directions in the yard. The grass was missing in sections, showing dry dirt patches here and there. Not that Rosalyn cared about any such thing. She was just simply dumbfounded at the sight of a house in the first place. "Classy." Her words were low and hollow. The high giggle came from Baby's mouth again, and she gently brushed a hand over Lyn's arm. "I think you'll like it here."