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“Won’t let anybody in cause’ there’s no food.” Rufus grunts. The blade in his right hand starts to trim some meat from a thigh. Most of it was unusable there, either from it being fat or the general wear on the body. Otis really fucked this one up.

“Less you wanna gnaw on a bone like a dog yee shit outta luck, girl.”

It was annoying. So fuckin’ annoying.

“Gonna take time to get this ready. The way the meat’s up it’s gonna have to be shoved in a slow cooker for a roast.....” 

It was all tough. The muscle was too stringy to be anything other than a pot roast. All the best cuts had been pulverized into nothing by that string bean bitch what lived down the hall from him.

It had been her idea.

Rufus had at least twenty other things he’d rather be doing tonight. Watch the game. Drink some beer. Catch up with some friends.

Well, that last one was a lie. A dirty, disgusting little fib on his part. He didn’t have any friends. Not outside the family, at least. Even the guys down at the shop were put off by him. Apparently being seven foot tall and built like a brick shithouse made you intimidating.

He guessed there really wasn’t anything better to do. Shit.

“Mean… What d’ya want from me? Pull a rabbit outta my ass like a damn magician?”

She was right. This was boring as hell. But he wouldn’t let her know that.

The image conjured up by her brother’s words is enough to set off a little (by Baby’s standards) string of giggles, “Yeah, man. Gimme front row tickets t’ see that shit-!” Still, she reaches over and gives his arm a shove for being an asshole, even if it did make her laugh.

Poor fucker was a loner. Not like him- he was just too annoying to be around. Anytime they walked in he was nothing but smiles and nonstop talking and held stares at his sisters ass.

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Scout’s head tilts ever so slightly to observe the corpse below them,green hues fixated on it,tiny form beside his as her cigarette dangles between dry chapped lips  that she should really take care of. She blows the smoke through her nostrils after taking a long drag from it,blowing it down onto the corpse,or so they thought it was. 

❝I did say earlier this one was gonna be a pain in the ass to kill.❞She flicks the cigarette down onto the ground beneath them,crushing it with her worn out combat boots,she looks up at Rufus,eyes hopeful that she could take the son of a bitch out,hopefully for the last time. 

“Christ on a bike…”

Otis was always the one who never finished his kills. Baby was usually good about this sorta thing- and to be fair he hadn’t seen scout enough to really get a feel on her. For whatever it was worth, she seemed responsible enough if she wanted to at least clean up. This had Otis’s half assed stink all over it.

A Cheshire cat like grin spreads across her lips,dimples making an appearance. Oh,she’ll have fun with this one,that’s for damn sure. She had been waiting to show off her skills more and more over her time living with and practically adopted by the Firefly clan at age 10,her first victims being her own parents. Served them right,Scout thought to herself,once again shooting a glare to the barely breathing body before her. 

Otis definitely did a number on this one,and the man never let her have any goddamn fun,even if their victims were assholes to her directly. She was glad Rufus understood her pain,the drama queen she was. She happily does away with them,making it quick and painless,unlike Otis. She’s now covered in blood,not that it took that much to do it,but somehow she always ended up messy.

An ungodly snort escapes through her throat leading to her nose,the giggle bubbling slowly behind at his response. She couldn’t deny the facts,Rufus was right,and she wondered briefly how pissed Otis would be if he knew they were bonding over shit talking about him. The giggles died down,and she smirks,head nodding in agreement,dimples poking out making a brief appearance.

❝That’s the truest statement I’ve heard so far about him.❞She shakes her head,hair following her movements,she sighs and her head turns up to look at up at his taller form,green hues focused.

His family attracted nut jobs, but at the very least this one had manners.

She mentally face palms for forgetting Tiny,who was always so kind to her and a little protective of her from day one. How dare she forget that sweet boy. ❝I’d say I never forget him but I just did and I feel awful.❞She frowns,green hues eyeing the body,she’s not sure where she’ll put the damn thing but she’ll figure it out. She hoped Mama saved them plates from dinner,she was starving from the day she had. 

❝Well do. Might give him to the ghouls down below our land,a little treat for them.❞

She did just that as she watched RJ head back to the house,giving the ghouls that inhabited the ground below their land a small wave,closing up and heading back,sweaty,smelly,and hungry. She’s made it to the house,door swung open,grimacing when she saw Otis,for once not in his room doing God knows what,relaxing and watching TV with RJ. ❝Bodies taken care of,RJ. Ignore the stink coming off from me. You wanna sniff,Otis?❞She then proceeds to walk up to the crabby man,sticking her arm pit in his face jokingly,his response swatting her away leaving her with a shit eating grin. 

Thank god James wasn’t like that. Speaking of….

Scout nodded in reply acknowledging RJ’s wish. She didn’t know James that well,though she did try to,he did too. She was happy RJ was happy,that’s all that mattered. She walked into the kitchen,getting her plate and placing it into the oven,whistling quietly to herself,tapping her fingers on the counter and jumped once her food was done heating up. 

She’s got it now,thank fucking Satan for Mama’s wonderful cooking. She headed back into the living room,plopping herself on the now empty couch Otis once sat on,giving RJ some company until James came back. 

❝Hope you don’t mind me eating in front of ya.❞She’s soft spoken,not too loud,tone gentle,green hues looking over at his form. 

It was a little late. Asshole was keepin’ him waitin’.

Snorting once again,she chuckles at that,nodding her head in agreement,❝That is true. My parents were good on teaching me manners before they decided to ditch me all those years ago. One good thing to come from ‘em.❞She rolled her eyes and dug into her food,savoring it and drinking it down with some ice water,wishing she would’ve got that bottle of whiskey she’d been keeping for sometime now but that could always wait until after. 

No matter what she did,it’d all lead down to her asshole parents leaving her that night in Cutter’s work place,not that she minded,and it all worked out in the end - they got them in their claws and she was there to see them die and be a part of it. Her first kill with the Firefly family wouldn’t be forgotten. 

“Yer’ late.” Rufus’ sounded stern, almost, but the smile he cracked betrayed his relief. James looked up at him and blinked. Smiled wide. 

Rufus could see a bit of gristle stuck between his teeth.

“Well hell,  you think of a quicker way to dump a car let me know.” He plopped onto the couch next to Rufus, practically stretching out onto him like he was a damn pillow. “Sorry to keep you waitin’ hun.”

“It’s rude.” “Rude?”

“Got a guest here tonight and you wanna keep er’ waitin’.”

James looked up from RJ’s chest for the first time since plopping down. Scout, head in her plate, made him feel like a dick.

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Scout’s head tilts ever so slightly to observe the corpse below them,green hues fixated on it,tiny form beside his as her cigarette dangles between dry chapped lips  that she should really take care of. She blows the smoke through her nostrils after taking a long drag from it,blowing it down onto the corpse,or so they thought it was. 

❝I did say earlier this one was gonna be a pain in the ass to kill.❞She flicks the cigarette down onto the ground beneath them,crushing it with her worn out combat boots,she looks up at Rufus,eyes hopeful that she could take the son of a bitch out,hopefully for the last time. 

“Christ on a bike…”

Otis was always the one who never finished his kills. Baby was usually good about this sorta thing- and to be fair he hadn’t seen scout enough to really get a feel on her. For whatever it was worth, she seemed responsible enough if she wanted to at least clean up. This had Otis’s half assed stink all over it.

A Cheshire cat like grin spreads across her lips,dimples making an appearance. Oh,she’ll have fun with this one,that’s for damn sure. She had been waiting to show off her skills more and more over her time living with and practically adopted by the Firefly clan at age 10,her first victims being her own parents. Served them right,Scout thought to herself,once again shooting a glare to the barely breathing body before her. 

Otis definitely did a number on this one,and the man never let her have any goddamn fun,even if their victims were assholes to her directly. She was glad Rufus understood her pain,the drama queen she was. She happily does away with them,making it quick and painless,unlike Otis. She’s now covered in blood,not that it took that much to do it,but somehow she always ended up messy.

An ungodly snort escapes through her throat leading to her nose,the giggle bubbling slowly behind at his response. She couldn’t deny the facts,Rufus was right,and she wondered briefly how pissed Otis would be if he knew they were bonding over shit talking about him. The giggles died down,and she smirks,head nodding in agreement,dimples poking out making a brief appearance.

❝That’s the truest statement I’ve heard so far about him.❞She shakes her head,hair following her movements,she sighs and her head turns up to look at up at his taller form,green hues focused.

His family attracted nut jobs, but at the very least this one had manners.

She mentally face palms for forgetting Tiny,who was always so kind to her and a little protective of her from day one. How dare she forget that sweet boy. ❝I’d say I never forget him but I just did and I feel awful.❞She frowns,green hues eyeing the body,she’s not sure where she’ll put the damn thing but she’ll figure it out. She hoped Mama saved them plates from dinner,she was starving from the day she had. 

❝Well do. Might give him to the ghouls down below our land,a little treat for them.❞

She did just that as she watched RJ head back to the house,giving the ghouls that inhabited the ground below their land a small wave,closing up and heading back,sweaty,smelly,and hungry. She’s made it to the house,door swung open,grimacing when she saw Otis,for once not in his room doing God knows what,relaxing and watching TV with RJ. ❝Bodies taken care of,RJ. Ignore the stink coming off from me. You wanna sniff,Otis?❞She then proceeds to walk up to the crabby man,sticking her arm pit in his face jokingly,his response swatting her away leaving her with a shit eating grin. 

Thank god James wasn’t like that. Speaking of….

Scout nodded in reply acknowledging RJ’s wish. She didn’t know James that well,though she did try to,he did too. She was happy RJ was happy,that’s all that mattered. She walked into the kitchen,getting her plate and placing it into the oven,whistling quietly to herself,tapping her fingers on the counter and jumped once her food was done heating up. 

She’s got it now,thank fucking Satan for Mama’s wonderful cooking. She headed back into the living room,plopping herself on the now empty couch Otis once sat on,giving RJ some company until James came back. 

❝Hope you don’t mind me eating in front of ya.❞She’s soft spoken,not too loud,tone gentle,green hues looking over at his form. 

It was a little late. Asshole was keepin’ him waitin’.

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Scout’s head tilts ever so slightly to observe the corpse below them,green hues fixated on it,tiny form beside his as her cigarette dangles between dry chapped lips  that she should really take care of. She blows the smoke through her nostrils after taking a long drag from it,blowing it down onto the corpse,or so they thought it was. 

❝I did say earlier this one was gonna be a pain in the ass to kill.❞She flicks the cigarette down onto the ground beneath them,crushing it with her worn out combat boots,she looks up at Rufus,eyes hopeful that she could take the son of a bitch out,hopefully for the last time. 

“Christ on a bike…”

Otis was always the one who never finished his kills. Baby was usually good about this sorta thing- and to be fair he hadn’t seen scout enough to really get a feel on her. For whatever it was worth, she seemed responsible enough if she wanted to at least clean up. This had Otis’s half assed stink all over it.

A Cheshire cat like grin spreads across her lips,dimples making an appearance. Oh,she’ll have fun with this one,that’s for damn sure. She had been waiting to show off her skills more and more over her time living with and practically adopted by the Firefly clan at age 10,her first victims being her own parents. Served them right,Scout thought to herself,once again shooting a glare to the barely breathing body before her. 

Otis definitely did a number on this one,and the man never let her have any goddamn fun,even if their victims were assholes to her directly. She was glad Rufus understood her pain,the drama queen she was. She happily does away with them,making it quick and painless,unlike Otis. She’s now covered in blood,not that it took that much to do it,but somehow she always ended up messy.

An ungodly snort escapes through her throat leading to her nose,the giggle bubbling slowly behind at his response. She couldn’t deny the facts,Rufus was right,and she wondered briefly how pissed Otis would be if he knew they were bonding over shit talking about him. The giggles died down,and she smirks,head nodding in agreement,dimples poking out making a brief appearance.

❝That’s the truest statement I’ve heard so far about him.❞She shakes her head,hair following her movements,she sighs and her head turns up to look at up at his taller form,green hues focused.

His family attracted nut jobs, but at the very least this one had manners.

She mentally face palms for forgetting Tiny,who was always so kind to her and a little protective of her from day one. How dare she forget that sweet boy. ❝I’d say I never forget him but I just did and I feel awful.❞She frowns,green hues eyeing the body,she’s not sure where she’ll put the damn thing but she’ll figure it out. She hoped Mama saved them plates from dinner,she was starving from the day she had. 

❝Well do. Might give him to the ghouls down below our land,a little treat for them.❞

She did just that as she watched RJ head back to the house,giving the ghouls that inhabited the ground below their land a small wave,closing up and heading back,sweaty,smelly,and hungry. She’s made it to the house,door swung open,grimacing when she saw Otis,for once not in his room doing God knows what,relaxing and watching TV with RJ. ❝Bodies taken care of,RJ. Ignore the stink coming off from me. You wanna sniff,Otis?❞She then proceeds to walk up to the crabby man,sticking her arm pit in his face jokingly,his response swatting her away leaving her with a shit eating grin. 

Thank god James wasn’t like that. Speaking of....

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Scout’s head tilts ever so slightly to observe the corpse below them,green hues fixated on it,tiny form beside his as her cigarette dangles between dry chapped lips  that she should really take care of. She blows the smoke through her nostrils after taking a long drag from it,blowing it down onto the corpse,or so they thought it was. 

❝I did say earlier this one was gonna be a pain in the ass to kill.❞She flicks the cigarette down onto the ground beneath them,crushing it with her worn out combat boots,she looks up at Rufus,eyes hopeful that she could take the son of a bitch out,hopefully for the last time. 

“Christ on a bike…”

Otis was always the one who never finished his kills. Baby was usually good about this sorta thing- and to be fair he hadn’t seen scout enough to really get a feel on her. For whatever it was worth, she seemed responsible enough if she wanted to at least clean up. This had Otis’s half assed stink all over it.

A Cheshire cat like grin spreads across her lips,dimples making an appearance. Oh,she’ll have fun with this one,that’s for damn sure. She had been waiting to show off her skills more and more over her time living with and practically adopted by the Firefly clan at age 10,her first victims being her own parents. Served them right,Scout thought to herself,once again shooting a glare to the barely breathing body before her. 

Otis definitely did a number on this one,and the man never let her have any goddamn fun,even if their victims were assholes to her directly. She was glad Rufus understood her pain,the drama queen she was. She happily does away with them,making it quick and painless,unlike Otis. She’s now covered in blood,not that it took that much to do it,but somehow she always ended up messy.

An ungodly snort escapes through her throat leading to her nose,the giggle bubbling slowly behind at his response. She couldn’t deny the facts,Rufus was right,and she wondered briefly how pissed Otis would be if he knew they were bonding over shit talking about him. The giggles died down,and she smirks,head nodding in agreement,dimples poking out making a brief appearance.

❝That’s the truest statement I’ve heard so far about him.❞She shakes her head,hair following her movements,she sighs and her head turns up to look at up at his taller form,green hues focused.

His family attracted nut jobs, but at the very least this one had manners.

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Scout’s head tilts ever so slightly to observe the corpse below them,green hues fixated on it,tiny form beside his as her cigarette dangles between dry chapped lips  that she should really take care of. She blows the smoke through her nostrils after taking a long drag from it,blowing it down onto the corpse,or so they thought it was. 

❝I did say earlier this one was gonna be a pain in the ass to kill.❞She flicks the cigarette down onto the ground beneath them,crushing it with her worn out combat boots,she looks up at Rufus,eyes hopeful that she could take the son of a bitch out,hopefully for the last time. 

“Christ on a bike…”

Otis was always the one who never finished his kills. Baby was usually good about this sorta thing- and to be fair he hadn’t seen scout enough to really get a feel on her. For whatever it was worth, she seemed responsible enough if she wanted to at least clean up. This had Otis’s half assed stink all over it.

A Cheshire cat like grin spreads across her lips,dimples making an appearance. Oh,she’ll have fun with this one,that’s for damn sure. She had been waiting to show off her skills more and more over her time living with and practically adopted by the Firefly clan at age 10,her first victims being her own parents. Served them right,Scout thought to herself,once again shooting a glare to the barely breathing body before her. 

Otis definitely did a number on this one,and the man never let her have any goddamn fun,even if their victims were assholes to her directly. She was glad Rufus understood her pain,the drama queen she was. She happily does away with them,making it quick and painless,unlike Otis. She’s now covered in blood,not that it took that much to do it,but somehow she always ended up messy.

“Oh shit- This one’s still twitchin’.”

Scout’s head tilts ever so slightly to observe the corpse below them,green hues fixated on it,tiny form beside his as her cigarette dangles between dry chapped lips  that she should really take care of. She blows the smoke through her nostrils after taking a long drag from it,blowing it down onto the corpse,or so they thought it was. 

❝I did say earlier this one was gonna be a pain in the ass to kill.❞She flicks the cigarette down onto the ground beneath them,crushing it with her worn out combat boots,she looks up at Rufus,eyes hopeful that she could take the son of a bitch out,hopefully for the last time. 

“Christ on a bike...”

Otis was always the one who never finished his kills. Baby was usually good about this sorta thing- and to be fair he hadn’t seen scout enough to really get a feel on her. For whatever it was worth, she seemed responsible enough if she wanted to at least clean up. This had Otis’s half assed stink all over it.

“You say that like he’s m’ type.”

The fucker was some average lookin’ jock from town. Kid off the football team. Big. Beefy. Full of angst and aggression or what-not.

Or he had been, until he’d got a crowbar upside the head. Then, mister tough-shit had crumpled like a paper man. When he’d woke up he’d whined like a damn bitch for damn near an hour.

Machismo masking fear. All bark but no bite, not even teeth there to chomp down with.

No. Nowhere near his type.

“He’s just some douche who needs ta’ get knocked down a peg. Sides’ I…” Rufus coughed. Sort of awkward. Because it was awkward. “I uh… kinda got my eye on…. Well.  You know.”

For some reason this was hard. He’d never been the most articulate when it came to feelings. The roided out fucker in the corner glaring up a storm in their general direction didn’t make things any easier.

“……Got my eye on somebody already.”

She watches from her little nest in the corner, garnering far too much enjoyment from her brother’s squirming. His reaction would seem subtle to most, but to Baby, he may as well be lighting up the room with pink blush. 

“I know.” She responds curtly, smiling face scrunched up like the brat that she is as she rolls herself off of her mattress and slinks closer to their captive football player.

“Well,” She sighs casually and out comes her knife, “If nobody’s got their name on him, yet…” It dances around prettily in her hand before the sharp tip settles firmly against the boy’s forehead, “Can I do mine??” 

“More your type anyway.” The jock tried to bite him. Rufus squeezed his cheeks hard enough to hear something pop. “Big meathead who’s dumb enough ta’ end up in a situation like this just cause’ he sees some tail.”

Not that he blamed her for picking up somebody like this. She had to put meat in the freezer somehow, and this kid had muscle on em’. They could get a good amount from just this one body.... But fuck if they touched the brain. He’d wandered into a mess like this like a fawn fresh from it’s mamas cooter. Innocent as the day he was born.

Brain was no good.