(A/N: Long chapter, this one! Have a snack and some soda ready!)

~Y/N POV~

Since we were away from the law, it was quiet for the past few days. Nothing was out of the ordinary and our time at Charlie's brothel was surprisingly normal, no signs of suspicious activity or anything.

It was night and Cutter and I were spending time together in the lounge, hitting the shit and just smoking a little weed and drinking some booze.

Baby and Casey were in their room just hanging while Otis and Candy were, well, just what Otis and Candy would do: sex and roleplaying.

Cutter: You know when you wanna propose to my Baby, Y/N?

Y/N: I was thinking when we're finally not on the run from the law. If we ever get out of state and live off the grid, that's when I'll ask her.

Cutter: Good plan, kid. There's no reason to do it now when the pigs are all up our asses.

After a while of talking, we then heard a noise behind us and I saw that it wasn't Charlie, who left us to do something really quick. It had to be the guy whose brother we killed in the past.

Wydell II: I've been looking for you, clown. You too, kid.

Cutter: Oooh.

We walked towards him as we were looking to kick his ass, and I was looking forward to it.

Cutter: You gonna start the killing, you best start it right here. Make sure I'm all the way dead, or I will come back and make you my bitch.

Wydell II: Bitch this, motherfucker.

He did a quickdraw on his revolver and I had to stop it.

Y/N: No!

He fired and I pushed Cutter before he could get shot himself, but I felt the bullet hit my gut as I fell to the floor!

Y/N: Ah!

Cutter: Y/N!

Cutter kneeled down to check on me and I just held onto my stomach, just writhing in pain.

He took out his knife, tore a piece of his shirt off, and gave it to me to put on my wound, but when he got up to confront him, the second Wydell raised his gun at Cutter.

Cutter: You pussy-ass-shit-eating motherfucker, you shot my son-in-law!

Wydell II: Why not? He's a no-good degenerate. Let's go, or you're next.

Cutter: What about him!

He smiled as I held onto my stomach, that was just gushing out blood, in serious pain...

Wydell II: Leave him. He's as good as dead.

I looked up at Cutter, who felt so sorry for me and he didn't want to leave me, but he had no choice.

Wydell II: Now!

He left as I knew who sold us the fuck out. It had to be Charlie because I'm gonna fucking kill him.

Instead of laying around wanting to die, I took my knife, dug into my wound and got the bullet out, losing so much blood. Then, I crawled over to the bar, inch by fucking inch, found an open bottle of whiskey, and poured it on my wound.

It did hurt, but I'm determined to get this over with and get my family back.

To close the wound, I opened up my revolver, took out a bullet, knifed the bullet off, and poured the gunpowder all over my wound, covering it up the best I can while doing another bullet for good measure.

Once I was able to grab a lighter, I bit onto my shirt, and lit the gunpowder aflame!

I grunted through the tank top, but I didn't scream. That was the last thing I wanted to do: act like a fucking sissy.

Once it was all done, I bandaged myself up by taking off my tank top, ripping it apart, wrapping it around where my wound was, and tied it tightly to make sure that blood doesn't pour.

After all of that, I grabbed my gun, reloaded it, and grabbed a machete that was behind the bar. I was out for revenge and the first person I was gonna kill was Charlie.

He had the balls to betray us and for him to fuck us over was the last straw.

I found him and as I limped over to him, he saw me...

Charlie: Y/N! What happened-

Y/N: FUCK YOU!

I looked to slice his neck open but he backed up in fear!

Charlie: Stop! Let me explain!

Y/N: Shut up! The only explanation that you've gave's you sold us the fuck out!

Charlie: I didn't have a choice! He had a gun on me!

Y/N: I don't give a fuck if you had a fucking gun on you! Like I said in the past, you did have a fucking choice, you just made the wrong fucking one!

He backed up to his wall as I looked to kill him but he stopped me from chopping his head off.

Y/N: Get your fucking arm out of my way.

Charlie: I really didn't have a choice, Y/N! I'd do anything for Cutter but I had no choice!

Y/N: This is the difference between me and you: you said, "Okay, take them! Just don't hurt me!"

He gulped as I kept going...

Y/N: What I would do is pull out my revolver, put it on his forehead, and spill his brains all over his fucking car! You didn't have the balls to do it! If you had any, you would've killed him before this shit happened.

I dropped my machete to the ground and looked to walk away, leaving him with the guilt about what could've happened if Charlie did something about it.

Charlie: So you're not gonna kill me?

Y/N: You deserve to live with the fucking consequences for selling us out. You go near me and my family again, I will fucking kill you without hesitation.

I went over to a truck, started it, and drove over to the Firefly house, where I heard Wydell II was going to take them.

~Baby POV~

After this fucker threw us all back in our own living room, tied up like fucking animals, he started rambling on some stupid shit about thanking us and his heritage and whatever bullshit that was coming out of his fucking mouth.

If I had a nickel for every word of whatever came out of his mouth tonight, I'd be a fuckin' millionaire.

Daddy was on the far left, mama was next to him, and Otis was between mama and I. I was worried about my Y/N. Is he coming back? I didn't see him walk out of the brothel and it made me fear the worst: he fucking killed him!

Wydell II: You know, I got to thank you all for helping me understand what my heritage is. You see, the Wydells, they've always been vigilante justice. Now, my granddaddy, he rode with the likes of Tom Horn killing scum like you for a living. We've always been devil slayers.

He then kicked Otis while yelling him to wake up!

Wydell II: See, I tried to walk the line, but now I realize there is no line. We here, we are playing on a level that most will never see. I know my brother George, he didn't see it.

Cutter: Maybe he had a Devine moment when his brains hit the floor.

Wydell II: Yeah, well, maybe you will too.

Karen: He got what was coming to him, and I'm fuckin' proud of it!

She was giggling when the guy looked at her, who was smiling.

Then this fuck walked over to a table where he had something on there because I couldn't get a good look.

Wydell II: I got over here some photographs of every missing person within 100 miles of this shithole.

He then showed us a picture of a cheerleader that looked familiar.

Wydell II: Valerie Green. Take a look at that. She was beautiful, huh? Hell, anybody'd fuck her.

Then, he showed us another of the same goddamn bitch.

Just say that your mother left you and go, like, I don't know why you gotta be so fucking flamboyant about all this!

Wydell II: This is what she looked like when we pulled her out of your little fucking torture shack. She ain't so fuckable anymore, huh?

Otis then laughed and said...

Otis: Oh, yes, she is. I cut her tongue out and tied her to my bed for a month. Busted that bitch wide open.

Wydell II: Well, then you get to have this as a souvenir.

Then this fucker took a stapler and stapled those pictures on Otis, as many times as he wanted!

Seeing my brother in pain was heartbreaking to me and I wanted to say something, but he would staple me!

Once he was done with Otis, he moved onto another picture.

Wydell II: What about Mary Knowles, anybody?

Baby: That fucking bitch is mine.

Me and my fucking big mouth.

Cutter: No, no, she was mine. I did her, come on. Bring it onto me.

Karen: No! She was mine before these two! Give it to me!

Baby: No, she was fucking mine!

Wydell II: Baby, you want her, you got her.

Then he started stapling the pictures onto me!

Cutter: Come and get me, motherfucker!

After stapling so many of these fucking things into me, he finished his first glass of booze and broke the glass over my mama's head!

Then, we had a break from the torture, but it wasn't a long break, too.

Wydell II: You see this picture? That's my brother George. Old George, he was a good man. Very trusting. I'm sure that's what got him killed. Anyway, y'all take a good look at that, because that's the reason you gonna die tonight.

Cutter: Yeah, I remember. Stupid fuck, just like you. Come at me like some kinda matinee fucking cowboy idol. All I had to do was point him in a direction and there he goes, Officer Wy-fucking-Dell to the rescue.

This fuck had the gall to walk up and zap my daddy with a cattle prod!

Baby: Daddy!

Karen: Cutter!

Wydell II: And I hate fucking clowns.

He then started beating him on the head with it and Otis had to pipe in just to make things fucking worse!

Otis: Yeah, you couldn't do this all by yourself, you fucking pussy!

Then he got zapped by that prod until this fuck thought he was done, but he wasn't. He then turned his attention to me and said the one thing that pissed me off.

Wydell II: I slayed me a devil just a couple years back. What'd you think, huh?

(A/N: This is gonna get sensitive about a death from the first movie, so don't say I didn't warn you.

Also, I will put an author's note at the end to clear everything up on why I had to put it in. Please don't hate me for what's coming up next.)

It couldn't be! We knew that he was dead but I didn't know that this fucker would do it!

Wydell II: See any you like?

Baby: You liar. Those photos ain't real. There's no way you killed Hugo.

Wydell II: No, Baby, they're real. Take a look at him right there. Take a look at his eyes the way they are like that. He's dead. You know what I did? I was out for a drive and I saw him about to leave the store so I ran into him, doing it again and again before it was announced he was dead.

Baby: You motherfucker. Wait until my Y/N hears about this! He's gonna fucking kill you!

Wydell II: He gonna kill me? He's gonna fucking kill me?

Baby: Yeah he will! He loved him like a grandfather and now you're gonna fucking die! I guarantee he will not be pleasant when he knows about this!

Wydell: Take a good, fucking look. You were his little angel, his little angel. That's why I got something special for you.

Baby: Yeah? Well I can't fucking wait. If you want it, here it is. Come and get it. COME ON!

Then, before we could get started, he stuck long nails into Otis' hands and freed me, where I just ran out and tried to get away from him!

When I looked back, I saw that fucker lit the house on fire, with my family inside there!

~Y/N POV~

I saw someone running out of the house and that told me I was near. I was looking to find Wydell and kill his fucking ass.

I know he didn't want to do all of this by himself because he was a coward and not to mention, he's nothing more than second generation little bitch, yeah!

Speaking of whom, I saw him shooting at Baby with his gun, when she fell, and he was on top of her, choking her!

I felt a hand on me and I looked up, it was Tiny!

Y/N: Tiny! I'll handle him, you go get Cutter and the others, okay?

He nodded and he left as once I saw my Baby getting choked the life out of her by Wydell, I had to run over and stop it!

Y/N: I'M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU!

I pulled and threw him off of Baby and I kneeled down, looking into his eyes, wanting to fight him. I was gonna make him feel the pain I've felt my entire life after what he's done to my family.

Y/N: You're gonna pay for what you've done to my family you fucking prick.

Wydell II: Are you now? You don't have what it takes to beat me, kid, but you got balls, I'll tell you that. If I had the chance to kill these fuckers, it would've given me a smile on my face and a hard-on in my pants, just like your grandpa Hugo.

Hearing that made my blood boil and I had to reply, as a way to make him tick.

Seriously, did he kill Hugo a couple years ago? I did remember him dying but I didn't think this fucker do this! Now, it was time to fight this fuck and kill him, but first...

Y/N: Hey! You wanna talk about my family, let's talk about yours. Oh wait, you don't have one because Karen killed your brother and he's in hell so he's not around to save your fuckin' bitch ass anymore, huh?

Wydell II: What did you say?

Y/N: You heard me, bitch!

Wydell II: You're gonna regret it, kid!

Y/N: I'll regret it even more if I keep you alive!

Wydell II: I'm gonna fuck you up!

Y/N: Let's fight, motherfucker!

He swung but I dodged, punched his face and his ribs before I took him down with a drop on his back, laying in some punches before he pushed me off.

I swung, he blocked it, he swung, I blocked it, and I punched his face and ribs as I started dominating him by kneeing him in the ribs a couple times before I started biting his head so hard.

Sheriff was screaming in pain until I let go with a piece of flesh in my mouth. I spat it out as I got a good look at this fuck: not only did I make him bleed, I ripped an artery from his fuckin' head and blood was pouring out so fast it started gushing everywhere, it was a sight to see!

Wydell II: You fucker!

Y/N: I'm not the one who tried to kill my mother-in-law.

I meant what I said. Karen is the mother figure I thought I'd never have, so that little tribute was for her.

He ran towards me as I tripped him and started punching his face again until I grabbed a rock that was as sharp as it can be, I stabbed it near the artery, pressed it in as far as I could, swiped right, opening that wound as I had some of his blood on me.

I didn't care because I knew I was winning, until this fucker had to punch my wound!

I groaned in pain as he got back up and started kicking me in my bad side.

Baby: Y/N! Y/N, GET UP!

Wydell gave me another painful kick to my wound as blood was now pouring from my mouth and my wound.

Before I could get kicked again, Baby tried to fight him by defending me and ambushing him from behind, but he threw her off and punched her!

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She sobbed as I felt my blood boil. I looked at her and her nose had been broken.

In short, that pushed me over the fucking edge.

When I got up, I tackled him, took out my knife and looked to stab his chest, but he blocked it and punched my wound again, but I was on an adrenaline rush. I didn't feel it!

Wydell II then took some dirt and threw it in my face as I got off to get the dirt out of my face but he got me off my feat and started punching my face until I threw him off my and looked to break his head to gain an advantage.

I started stomping onto his arm and attacking it however I could until I found a hammer and smashed his head with it!

He didn't die from it, but the blood coming down his face was enough to tell me that I was about to kill him.

When I was about to give him the final blow, he pulled out his pistol and looked to kill me but out of nowhere, Baby jumped in front of me and was shot!

Why the fuck would she do that!

Y/N: Baby!

I ran to her and it looked like she was shot in the shoulder and was writhing in pain and she was crying!

To hear Baby crying just made me lose it once and for all as I took my knife out again and, this time, I started stabbing his chest so many times, I lost count! His blood was all over me but I didn't care.

The stabbing was just at a very fast pace that I couldn't control myself after everything that we went through.

I heard someone calling for me but I completely ignored it and kept on stabbing this fucker until his guts and everything had turned into mush.

?????: Y/N STOP!

Before I could plunge my knife into the chest again, I felt hands wrap themselves around me, and I knew it was Baby.

Baby: STOP! Please, stop, for me.

I turned around to look at her and she looked awful. I mean, her nose was so disproportional that it literally looked like the letter "c". She had tears coming down her face and she had her hands around my head.

Baby: It's over. It's over, please, just for me.

I hugged her as tight as I could and let the all the tears out.

I was losing family left and right and to see fuckers like Wydell try to make us look like the bad guys when he's the bad guy himself, I really hated this.

First, Hugo, now RJ, Karen, Cutter, Otis, and Baby have been tortured and nearly killed, I don't know how much I can take.

Baby: Come on, let's get the others.

I looked to stand up, but I kneeled back down in pain.

Baby: Y/N? Y/N, what's wrong?

I grabbed onto my side, I saw it was bleeding again, and the wound's opened up.

Baby: Oh no.

I saw Cutter, Karen, and Otis walking out of the burning house with Tiny and they saw what was happening.

Baby: Guys, it's Y/N! He needs help!

Karen: What?!

Otis: That fucker's still alive?!

Cutter: You fucking kidding me?

Otis ran as fast as he could to us and he looked worried! I mean, him being a complete asshole is one thing but to see him care is another!

Otis: Oh shit.

Karen walked towards me, covered her eyes and sobbed as she tried to control herself.

Y/N: M-my gun. Quick.

Baby took my gun, took out a couple of bullets and gave them to me as I pulled the bullets out of the cartridges and put them on my wound, and lit them aflame again as I didn't scream, I still grunted.

Otis: You're a tough motherfucker, you know that!

Y/N: I try to be.

After all of that, we found a car that was perfect for us. It was one of those Volkswagen fucking vans that had so many seats, it was a no brainer for all of us.

The problem was that Tiny couldn't fit and he offered to stay behind as we escaped.

We hated doing it, but he was sure about it.

Otis: We'll come back for you.

Y/N: Tiny.

He walked over to me as I held out my hand and he grasped it tight.

Y/N: We won't forget about you. Stay safe until then.

He nodded and patted my shoulder as we drove off, as the house exploded behind us, but there was nothing more challenging than what was going to happen the next day.

(A/N: So, I'm on the fence with using Dennis Fimple who played "Hugo" as a victim of Sheriff Wydell because I know it's not a good idea to disrespect the dead.

Just know that I meant no disrespect towards Dennis Fimple nor to any of the original cast members of Rob Zombie's first official film. All I know is that while watching that back and Hugo didn't appear in "Devil's Rejects" because Fimple died a couple years before, I had to come up with this on my own and if anyone felt offended by what I just did, I apologize, it wasn't my intention.

Please try to understand it's for story purposes and not to hurt anyone's feelings or to offend anyone who got to meet Dennis before he passed in 2002.

I hope I cleared this up for anyone who felt they've been hurt and once again, I apologize for doing what I did in this chapter.)