Devil's Rejects 2: The Shit is On
DISCLAIMER: If you know their names I don't own them. Though I wish I owned Otis...evil thoughts. Please enjoy the TRUTH!
The summer lullaby was about to drive the painted clown to sleep. The sound of crickets broken by the occasional car passing by the tourist shop played softly. Covering her mouth to hide another yawn, Aura Driftwood (better known round Ruggsville as Princess Spaulding) looked up at the photo of herself as a young girl and the laughing clown with her. Slowly she pulled her ponytails down, slipping in back to wash the white and black paint off. A wailing cry far off caught her attention as it came ever closer. With a quick bolt Aura raced to the door to see a pig sitting in his car. Her natural instinct cause her to grab her bad, eyes wild as the car opened and he moved ever closer. "Gotcha!" "You goddamn mother fucking lily lickin cocksucker! I oughta bash yer balls in!" her voice a mix of extreme rage and yet softened by love. "I'd be more 'fraid if ya had that AK47 babe." Her younger brother wrapped his arms affectionately around her kissing her. "Gawd yer so good lookin when yer pissed." "Lucifer if ya wasn't such a fuckin god I'd kill ya," she nuzzled ever closer. "Come on you fucktard lets get home 'fore Momma gets royally pissed." After parking his car round back he climbed in her ragtop.
"Momma we're home!" tossing her keys into a small dish she smiled at the man sitting in the recliner. Everyday she cursed Doug Whydell, cursed her father, and cursed herself. In Doug's eyes she had brought this on herself when she blew his daddy's brains out. He retaliated by arresting Otis and torturing him for days on end and trying to get him to tell him where Aura was, but all Doug did was destroy Otis mentally.
"Aura Eve Driftwood! You're late!" "Sorry mama. Pig came in." She gave a soft pleading look to the aged blond. "It's always Lucifer's fault anit it." Baby shot back. "Not Luc mama…Whydell. Said he was gonna finish what he started." Aura's hand gently creased her stomach. "Don't worry Mocking Bird. Yer gonna be safe." Otis's voice cut the silence gently. "Now it's time for all mocking birds and ravens ta go ta bed. I'll tuck ya in." A soft smile crossed the demented girls face at the offer as she got a shower and changed into a white nightgown, snuggling up to Lucifer's warm form as Otis tucked the quilt under her placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry daddy." She muttered falling asleep.
Quietly chicken heads flew across the kitchen. "Six A.M. is NOT clown friendly." Aura stifled a yawn as she seasoned the chicken dropping it into the deep fryer. Soft tunes filtered through the shop as she sang along. Slowly a rusty black truck pulled up and Baby got out and made her way in hitting the bell. "Just put the birds in the…momma? Whatcha doi…" "HE'S MISSING!" Baby Shrieked at her daughter. "I woke up and he wasn't in bed or his chair. Checked the basement and the shed too." By now she was frantic and sobbing.
"Shh Momma. Let me turn off the fryer and call Luci. He couldn't get to far in his stat." After calling Lucifer she snatched up her keys and drove off with Baby right behind her. After hours of the trio crisscrossing Ruggsville, Aura pulled up into the old yard where her uncle used to get parts. "Daddy! Whatcha doin' way down here? Scared Momma ta death." Otis pointed to a stack of tires then whispered. "Tire swing." He smiled proud of his idea. "Ok Daddy grab a tire." Together they loaded it up into Aura's car as she let the others know she had him.
By nightfall Otis, Aura and Lucifer had rigged up a tire swing. Aura sat in the tire being pushed by Luci. "Ya know Aur, yer a fuckin angel." His voice full of love and awe. All she could do was shake her head. A small shiver escaped the clown as she sighed gently. The summer's lullaby was once again playing uninterrupted. Aura, Luci! Time ta come in." Baby called from the back porch. But her words fell on deaf ears…Aura was fast asleep and Luci was right behind her on that note.
The months seem to melt by as summer gave way to winter. Everything that was fresh had grown still and dead. And yet it is from death that the Fireflies rose. Aura lay fast asleep on the couch, Otis drawing in his chair. Baby and Lucifer had gone out of town to get a tree. A faint groan caught the attention of the fallen genius as he gently shook Aura awake helping her upstairs between cries. A small spark flooded his eyes as he calmly coached his frightened daughter, just as he had her mother before her. Gently he passed the little boy up to his momma. "D…addy? I…is he…" "He's fine baby girl. So am I." A soft smile passed between daughter and father. "William, William Otis Driftwood." Aura said proudly. "I dunno Aur," a voice came from the doorway, "I was thinkin' Lucifer Jr." A wide ass, almost Cutterish, smile on his face. "Fuck you!" But even as the words fell she smiled at her beloved. And for a while all was good again for the family. Otis was back to his crazy, genius self and the circle had made another cycle. But for the Fireflies, all good must end. Because good does not stay on evil's door longer than to ask how to get away.
