Authors' Notes:

Please put up with the prologue here. Trust me, we planned this. The first half here is obviously us writers writing but for the sake of the story, Sare and Tara are NOT us. This IS the story, folks. We decided to take this in a way NO other author/s have ever done before. Yes, the prologue is done via instant messenger - BUT as you WILL see, it's meant to be that way. The rest of the story will NOT be instant messenger - unless the writers of the story (who are US writers's characters, NOT us-us) add more interjection as they go. It may go that way to keep this flow going. You'll see. Trust me. You want to read the prologue other wise the rest will NOT give you that "OMFG A-HA!" moment we so want to give you. Yes, instant messenger handles have been changed. lol.

Enjoy.

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AIM Instant Messenger

August, 2010

Sare: Hey I was thinking. There hasn't been any stories about House of 1000 corpses in like EVER. I know I kinda forgot about it for a while but really... we need to write some. I don't know about you, but I've been kinda having RJ on my mind lately. Watched the movie the other night and damn... we really should do a story.

Tara: Man, me too! I was doing some Otis art..and I started watching The Devil's Rejects and was thinking...wow it's been years. Hell yeah, we should totally do one! But what about?

sare: Hm... that's the thing. Everyone seems to have done one about you know, lol... girl goes back in time and ends up at the House and instead of killing her, Otis falls for her. Overdone. And not realistic. He'd kill her rather than look twice at her. Would take a mighty fucked in the head chick to get him off his murderous ways, haha. You know?

Tara: Too true. It would take a certain kinda person to even get him to look at her other than a rabbit or a piece of art. As much as I love Otis, I'd vomit or something and it'd be curtains for me, lol. But yeah. I agree we need to do something different.

sare: Yeah. I know on the FanFiction site, I read a story once about this gal going back in time and attempting to save them all (I LOVED that story, btw. KUDOS to that Author... what was it... something like "You looked for the boogey man and now you found him" ... title was something like that...). I've seen the ones I mentioned before also. I've seen people rewrite the ending so they evaded the bullets. I dont know. Aside from a full blown X rated smutastic story, what could we write about? Gotta add though. RJ is so beautiful. Out of all of them, I think he was the most dangerous.

sare: It would have been cool to meet him I think...

Tara: Yeah..he was the silent one..but those are usually the most resourceful and interesting. He was so overlooked. And poor Mama...I loved her so much...had to die iin a dirty jail cell from that asshole Wydell.

sare: Right? I sobbed when RJ got killed, I sobbed when Otis, Spaulding and Baby were killed and they played Freebird. They HAD to play Freebird... sigh. Every time I hear that song now, I think of them lying there and the little montage to their lives which played.

sare: psychopath killers, the lot of 'em and here my dumb ass is sobbing. O_o

Tara: OMG me too. I can't hear that song now, I start crying uncontrollably...I loved them all soooo much. I wrote so much fan fics of them.

Tara: It's so unfair!

sare: Yeah you WERE the queen of ho1k fanfic there for a LONG time. That's for sure. lol.

sare: Hey. maybe we could just write about a victims pov.

sare: that way, they die, there's no mary sue, and... hmmm. Meh wheels are turning now.

Tara: That's something I haven't seen a lot of.

sare: Kinda keep it real, you know? Like Zombie would have. er... did.

sare: yeah i know...

Tara: Yeah now that might be a good idea.

sare: Those boys and Baby lived for killing. That's what kept them going. Fear, blood, the hunt, the chase... I don't know how they're handling it 6 feet under and shit...

Tara: They're probably tormenting the Devil! lol

sare: HAHA rolf, probably. He probably wants em outta there. "You guys are fucking with my souls here... god cant you GO somewhere ELSE?" cries Satan, destressed that his Hell is being over run by the Devils Rejects. That's why they're called that anyway...

Tara: exactly!

sare: Even the devil dont want em, they're too evil.

Tara: lol

sare: LOL

sare: I tell ya, if RJ, Baby, Otis, Spaulding, Mother Firefly and Tiny... if they were around again, sure the world would be in some deep trouble, but ... I dunno... maybe I'm selfish. I'd love to get the chance to see them from a distance. Just to know they're out there, hehe.

Tara: I think I'd be happy just knowing they were out there running around, loving each other and being what they are.

sare: Yeah, agreed... ok, so how would we start a story... how about... hm. Make it cheesy but dramatic. They'd appreciate it, given their love for those shows they'd do for their guests.

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sare: "It was dark out that evening in 1978 and the rain had been coming down all night. It lasted until dawn or sometime there after.

sare: By 10 am, little Tommy Matthews was out in his yard, playing on his swingset and humming a little tune while his mother got ready to sunbathe.

Tara: Little Tommy was too wrapped up in his colorful world of imagination and therefore had no idea of the eyes watching him; a huge figure lay in wait as the boys mother got comfortable on the lawn chair. A glass of lemonade sat by her side on the cement patio, already collecting condensation from the 90 degree sun. "Tommy, later today we'll fill your pool up so you can swim, okay?" She called and Tommy barely heard her for his current adventures going on in his mind. Smiling a little, the woman lied down on her lounge chair, put on her sunglasses and prepared to tan.

sare: As soon as the mothers eyes closed, BAM! The waiting figure made his move, stealthily hopping over the fence and then casually walking past the boy who looked up at him as his shadow covered the child. The huge man put a finger to his lips as if he had a secret with the lad and with a nod, the boy continued playing, not knowing what was going to happen. That was probably for the best, if one stopped to think about it. The less one knew...

Tara: The woman was enjoying the pleasant heat of the summer day and the cool breeze when something large clamped over her mouth. Her eyes flew open to see an enormous figure bent over her, nothing but dark hair shrouding his face and therefore hiding his features from her for the moment.

sare: "Shhhhhhh" He said softly. "Dont wanna scare your boy over there, do you? Come inside nice and quiet like. Be a good girl..." A man of few words, RJ Firefly always got the job done as he was told to.

Tara: The poor woman nodded mutely and he loosened his hold just enough to let her get up and go inside her house. She didn't know if he was some robber or escaped convict or what, and she was shaking in pure terror. Of course that was more for her son than for herself. Once inside, she barely audibly got out, "What...what do you want?"

sare: "Aint what I want - though..." He looked her over, clad only in a bikini "I could want something before we go. My brother and sister are the ones that want you." Was his no-nonsense reply.

Tara: Her lip was trembling now and she asked, "Your brother and sister...but...what do they want with me? D-do I know them? Did I ... do something wrong to them?" RJ's face hardened and he shook his head. "You'll see," came the simple answer. When he saw her eyes move toward the back door as if plotting, the man put a hand on her shoulder. "Uh uh..stay right there. Yeah. On that stool. Don't move." He stepped toward the refrigerator and opened it up. "Damn, I'm thirsty." He helped himself to some iced tea (he would've rather had beer) and glanced back at her over the glass. "Just come along real quiet, and nothin' will happen to the little 'un outside." He grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her to the living room.

sare: "No!" She got out, starting to struggle against his 6'10" frame but of course she was going no where except where he, Rufus "RJ" Firefly, wanted her to go. He'd dragged so many bodies in his lifetime that this one was no issue what so ever.

Tara: "Please, no!," she squealed as he muscled her to the couch and began fumbling with his belt. She struggled more frantically as it dawned on her what was coming, hitting and kicking to no avail. "Stop," the huge man said, but the woman was frantic now. A hard slap to the face with his bear paw hand had her seeing stars for a few moments.

sare: Her tears which came had no sway upon the behemoth, who merely held her down as he dropped his jeans just enough. "Shut... up... or I'll help you shut up." He hissed and, for the sake of saving her sons life, the woman remained as quiet as she could through the abuse RJ put her through.

sare: He didn't care one way or the other. He didn't get laid enough as it was. Otis got more than he ever did and that was just wrong.

Tara: The woman bit her lip, tears streaming from her eyes as RJ used her - and he was huge. Massive. She felt like she was being torn in two as he had his way with her. She wondered if she'd ever see her son again. At last, the giant of a man shuddered and growled his climax, nearly crushing her with his weight as he collapsed from the force of it. He finally pushed himself up, sated and feeling more relaxed than he had in a while. He got to his feet, stretched, and barked, "Get up. Get some pants." He didn't want to draw attention to the essentially naked woman while he was out doing business and while not on his home turf. "We're goin' out the back door. Keep quiet or the kid gets it."

sare: Of course he went with her while she changed and when they left, he escorted her to the truck and they got in, driving off. He kept a hand clamped to her wrist and she knew she was going no where except with him. "Please... where are you taking me?" She begged him. "I'll do anything... sleep with you anytime you want. Anything! Just let me go!"

sare: Her words fell on deaf ears.

Tara: "Nope, you've been chosen," RJ finally said, uncharacteristically conversational. Maybe it was the orgasm, and maybe it was the fun of fucking with one of the rabbits. "My sister and brother picked ya out, and I go and get ya." The woman was silent for a few minutes, then squeaked, "Are you..are you all gonna kill me?" RJ turns his head to stare at her bemusedly. "If yer lucky," came the answer.

sare: The tears started then, and immune to it, RJ just drove. They'd been killing people for a long time now; usually RJ just set them up to get them to the house. He was a damned good shot, after all; was almost an inate talent, actually. One shot took a tire out, leaving the motorist stranded and then his job was done for a few moments. He didn't give a shit bout rabbits or anyone. No one gave a shit about him, after all, except his family of course. Oh yeah, it was gonna be a good summer...

Tara: The woman was a sobbing wreck when they reached the Firefly farmstead and had to be bodily hauled out of the truck. RJ didn't mind; he enjoyed using his strength to benefit his family. "Ohh, RJ," came a cheery voice. "From the way she's walkin' I believe you musta had some fun with this 'un," Baby giggled saucily, eager to have her new playmate - if only for a few hours.

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Tara: Hey, can't keep my eyes open, Sare. I'm going to bed. Type more and we'll do more tomorrow. Night!

sare: Night! This is awesome. And yeah, I'll write a just a little bit more. I'm tired too...

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sare: "Let's get her inside, else Otis gonna have a bitch fit." RJ stated to Baby's laughter. "Yeah!" She added, "You already took longer than we thought you would. Get the bitch inside and go lock her in a cage. Little rabbit belongs in her cage!" When the woman started to fight to get away, the giant man let a cold grin cover his lips. This right here was one of a few things that he lived for; fixing cars, helping carry bodies and disposing of them, and one of this favorites: subduing the rabbits. He raised his fist and slammed it into her face.

sare: The womans' world went to straight darkness... from somewhere it felt as if a few worms were crawling on dry flesh and... there was a feeling of... dirt in the mouth...