Jun 11, 2013
Whiskey's favorite song
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Whiskey's favorite song
Whiskey could feel her great uncle's rough hands on her, even all these years later. Violating, raping and abusing her. An especially vivid nightmare woke her in a cold sweat tonight. Woke her to the quiet sound of Baby breathing, and the nighttime sounds of the desert outside the old farm house, but it didn't calm her. The dark haired girl rose from her bed and took her tomahawk from the bed side table. Crossing the floor, she left the room and made her way down the stairs. Everyone in the Firefly household was asleep thankfully, that meant no one would disturb her. Her bare feet carried her across the living room and down the basement steps. Tiny was asleep, blissfully ignoring the scuffles shrieks caused by Whiskey pulling one of the starving people from the cage kept in the corner of the room. This one was female, and more wild animal than human. Stuffing a rag into the woman's mouth, Whiskey dragged her flailing form up the stairs and out the back door by her hair. She hadn't lost it in a while, but she could feel it coming. Throwing her victim to the ground, she sat on the woman's chest and pressed her tomahawk against the slender throat before removing the rag. As she had hoped, there was a scream, which she quickly cut of with a slice. Once she had started, she couldn't stop. Tears blurred her vision as she chopped and hacked at the fresh corpse, screaming and cussing and cursing her uncle to hell. She hand lost control, and now her arms swung down over and over, burying blade into flesh.
Dontchya know Merle? Otis is the only guy allowed to fuck.... Er fuck WITH.... His sisters.
Whiskey let out a yawn as she stumbled down the stairs in the old farm house. Smeared across her face, chest, arms and bare legs were bloody hand prints and scratches. The night before had been messy. She and Baby had scalped and skinned a hitchhiker alive, then Whiskey had pulled out his eyes. The mangled body now lay in the girl's shared bed. The tattooed bombshell shuffled into the kitchen to find something other than flesh to eat, and smiled when she saw Otis standing tall in front of the sink, scrubbing dried blood from his hands and fore arms. She stepped up behind him and leaned her forehead right between his shoulder blades, eyes fluttering closed. "Mornin'."
I love how the Fireflies are like "What the fuck is this creepy piece of shit doll." When they welcome Chucky.