Where the River Flows
A House of 1000 Corpses/Devils Rejects fanfiction
Written by: Butterfly Wolf
Disclaimer: I only own Jason, Styx, Nox, and Sarah. Everything else is owned by Rob Zombie and the film producers. I make absolutely no money.
Authors Note: This was originally suppose to be two chapters, but I wanted to give a better incite on the first chapter as to where this story is going. Please bare with me people, this is my first House/Rejects fic, much as I love them both.
"Where the fuck we going anyways?" Asked Jason, glancing up at the road.
"We have to test the water in that lake thing up the road for environmental science class." Explained Sarah, not even glancing up from her book.
Styx and Nox were passed out in the back seat, Nox spread across Styx's chest as they slumbered.
"Yes, of course, I forgot, looking for a lake in` the dark, in the middle of nowhere, forgive me if the lack of logic clouded my memory for a moment."
"Shut the fuck up, Jason." She commented, turning the page.
Rolling his eyes, Jason continued to look at the road. Was something moving out in front of him? His eyes squinted a moment…
"SHIT!" He yelled, his hands twisting the steering wheel quickly, the whole car was suddenly wide awake as Jason swerved them to the right, trying to avoid the cow that was in the middle of the road, his eyes widening was he realized where the swerve had taken him.
All occupants of the car lurched forward as the front in smashed into a telephone poll.
"What the fuck, man!" Yelled Sarah, gasping and unclipping the seatbelt she was suddenly glad she had decided to put on.
But Jason didn't reply. His head had collided with the steering wheel and for a moment, all he could do was lay there and droll, his vision blurred.
Groaning, Sarah leaned over and pushed his shoulders back, making sure he made eye contact with her to know he was okay.
In the back seat, Styx was lifting Nox's shirt to see the scrape marks on her back from where the compartment between the two front seats had got her. There was a large red line, but nothing more, to which he merely pressed his lips too and tried to sooth with his tongue.
Jason blinked a couple of times before licking his lips to remove the drool from his lips before bringing a shaky hand up too remove the remainder, Sarah leaning over him for a second, staring at the top of his head, confused, he was above to turn the rear-view mirror down so he could see before blood dripped down into his right eye and he laughed, raising his hand, more steady this time and wiping it away.
"Good job, asshole." Mumbled Sarah, going into her small bag to get some of Styx's medication to help with his pain that he was bound to be feeling or start feeling in the next couple of hours.
"I gotta go out, and and check the motor…thing" Mumbled Jason, opening the door and stumbling out. Sarah raised an eyebrow at him, combining his laughter and unsteadiness with the bump on his head. Great. A concussion.
Stumbling and cursing, he made his way to the front of the car, noticing the steam and crunched up front. It was more of the hood than the parts beneath, he realized. There was some kind of metal thing sticking out from the phone poll that had pushed it back so far. So far in fact, that there was a crack on the window shield. Raising an eyebrow, he rose his left hand to touch it lightly.
But he didn't know that with the strangely bent car the pressure on the weak glass, was tedious compression, and when his finger lightly traced the crack, the window shield shattered upon his hand, about four small pieces of glass embedding themselves into his hand.
"FUCKIN A!" Shouted Sarah and Nox from the car, Styx merely jumping and staring at him angrily.
Raising an eyebrow, Jason stared at his wounded hand for a moment before smirking, going back to the car door and opening it with his right hand, sliding inside with a smirk he looked at Sarah who stared at him expectantly.
"What the fuck was that?"
"Pressure."
She groaned and slammed her body weight back against the seat.
"God damn it!" She cursed, slamming two little white pills into his hand.
Jason raised an eyebrow and looked at them for a moment before his eyes met hers again.
"Ah, you do remember I cant feel my left arm, right?" he asked, looking at the pills in his hand. He didn't know what it was or where she got it but he knew what it was for.
"I know that, Jason, but your banged up elsewhere, and knowing you, you'll end up hurting yourself worse before the night is out." She huffed as he threw his head back and swallowed the pills looking back at her.
The back door opened as Styx walked out with the snow brush and gingerly and solemnly started brushing the tiny pieces of shattered glass from the bent hood and dashboard, his eyes glancing between Jason and Sarah, who was staring at Jason's bleeding hand.
"Once we get the shit cleaned off the car we'll stop at that Spaulding place. I'll get my sewing kit and one of the flask's out and get you sewed up, until then, I drive and you hold your left wrist TIGHT with your right hand." She explained, leaning over the car to turn it back on, Styx's dull eyes clouding over slightly as the headlights suddenly beamed on him.
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Now usually Cutter just sent the little shits to the House for them to play with and enjoy, but this particular asshole had just driven him up the wall and down the trigger. He'd called Rufus to take care of the body as he moped up the leftovers, humming to himself.
As he turned to face the windows, his eyebrows rose. That car looked might smashed up. Instantly, his family came to mind. Had someone got away? Glancing at the people, only one of them looked beat up enough to have come from his House, and he wasn't even that bad looking.
The beat up looking boy, with brown hair and pale skin, wore baggy jeans. City shit, reasoned Spaulding as he rose an eyebrow at the boy. His shirt was plain white though, and somewhat tight looking, to the fact that if the boy wasn't wearing two he could probably see through the material. But it wasn't plain white anymore, thought Captain Spaulding with a smirk as he saw the blood stain near the collar where that bump on his head must have bled down too.
With that and another glance at the car he reasoned they'd probably had a reck and his sorry ass happened to be the driver. No longer worried about his family, he turned to the chick holding him up.
Now that was a hot piece of ass. Brown hair, long, in a pony tail, longish face, pale beautiful skin, fuckin green spaghetti string tank top and tight jeans, walking towards him. He smirked for a moment at the possibilities and then sneered at the thought of why she was holding the brown haired boy up while there were two other occupants of the car back there.
Squinting, he realized they were in the back seat. One of them stripping, actually…
Sarah had Jason's good arm around her shoulder as she aided him into the gas station. She was right, he'd banged himself up elsewhere. When the adrenalin from the crash had left, he'd realized his knee had collided with the under part of the wheel and it was already swelling, the pills she had given him were just now kicking in.
Glancing in front of her to open the door, she mentally groaned when she saw a clown standing behind the counter. A clown. Fuckin a man, could this day get any weirder?
"Excuse me, sir, do you have a chair I could sit him in for a moment?" She asked in her most polite voice, looking around the place.
"Good lord son, what the hell happened to you!?" Asked the clown in a loud voice, reaching down and pulling out a rather…odd wood looking chair. It looked worse than hand made, to put it frank. He placed it on the other side of the counter and even walked over to help her aid Jason in sitting down.
But he didn't fool her. This place was weird and he was weird, and she was going to stay on her guard until Styx and Nox came in, because then she knew she was safe. Shaking her head at her inner musings, she got back to the subject as Jason's now dazed eyes rose to the clowns.
"WOAH! Clown." He exclaimed with a drunk smile, making the said person give a full laugh.
"What the fuck you think I was, boy?" He asked in that almost annoying voice, continuing to tower over them as Sarah kneeled down to look in her bag for her kit and flask.
"I didn't seeeee you until a second ago." Explained Jason, before breaking out into random laughter, staring at his hand.
"You on sumthin, boy. You never did answer my question! What the hell happened to you!?" Asked what Sarah finally assumed to be Captain Spaulding, as she took the flask out and tried to dribble some on her hands and rubbed the vodka around.
"OHHH MINE!" Shouted Jason, snagging it from her lap and taking a big gulp, his even more dazeded eyes meeting the clowns again.
"Twas a cow in the road, so I went to swerve so it wouldn't fuck up the car, and hit a telephone poll instead." He explained, handing the flask back to the less then amused looking Sarah.
"Ooooo, pissed off lady." Muttered Jason into her face as Sarah stabbed a needle through his skin, wishing he could feel it, the bloody glass pieces laying on the floor.
"Damn son! Aint you feelin that needle!?" Asked Cutter, watching as while she sewed she dumped the obviously alcohol filled flask into the wound.
"Nah, I got myself shocked so bad it did nerve damage. If the feeling comes back in that arm it wont be for another four months." Explained the boy, glancing around.
A bell clinged, indicating the other two occupants of the car had entered, the two he saw in the backseat. He gave them a greeting grin.
"Howdy there!" He said loudly, looking them over.
They were both a little short, shorter than the other two. Both pale too, real pale with dark hair. Although the boys was pure black, the girls looked red tainted. His hair was cut short, and near. He was almost ice clean, as he would say. Ice clean because his skin was so clean and pale it looked cold, his eyes the color of a frozen ocean. He wore a bulky dark jean jacket, and some blue baggy camo pants. But there was something in his eyes that Cutter knew, something about them that made him squint at the boy for a minute. Something…
Mentally shaking himself he glanced at the girl next to him. She was skinny and pale as well, her eyes darkened with black eyeliner, but not overly so. Green eyes, deep green eyes, framed by her red-tinted black hair. Her hair was about an inch above her shoulders, silky and clean, something so different than what he was use too. She wore a jean jacket as well, but much skinnier and tighter around her frame, and more blue tinted where his was tinted black. However she wore light tinted jeans.
No, these people diffidently didn't escape from his house.
"How yall doin tonight?" he asked, knowing the answer by the state of the car.
Nox glanced at the clown for a moment with a raised eyebrow before looking at Styx, who stared on with his usual vacant eyes.
Looking back at the clown, she gave a sadistic smile.
"Just dandy." She said, indicating toward the car and the injured boy in front of him.
Sarah reached into her back pocket and pulled out a very…skinny but large pocket knife, plain and steel and flipped it open. It was flat enough to be put in her back pocket and not noticed until pulled out, obviously.
She leaned down and cut the thread off from the sewed up wounds and looked up at the dazing Jason.
"Now I'm going to wrap these, but you better not fucking break these stiches, or I'll break your ass, get it?" She asked in such a way that took the clown off guard. Such threats and language coming from such a clean looking personall, hell, it made him laugh.
Jason grinned and nodded as she gave a couple of wraps with gawz before slicing that off with the knife too and packing the supplies away, but putting the knife back in her pocket.
"I am so sorry, but could you watch him for a moment while I go to the bathroom, please?" Asked Sarah, her eyes pleading with him, making Cutter raise an eyebrow with a overfriendly smile.
"Well of course little lady!" He claimed, watching her ass sway as she walked to the bathroom, his eyes turning back to look at his charge.
But Jason wasn't looking at him, or even the direction in which Sarah went. His eyes were watching intently a customer on the other side of the room who stood near his friend, the one with the dark hair and strangeness about him. Spaulding rose an eyebrow and decided this might turn out to be an interesting show with how tense and intently that boy was watching him.
Styx hadn't really noticed though. While Jason was on his guard, Styx was perfectly calm. He was interested really in that thing up on there, that top shelf. Stretching, he rose his arm over his head to pull it down and get a better look at it, not noticing as his sleeve slid down his arm slightly and revealed his mental ward wrist band.
"YOUR THAT BREAKOUT FROM WEEPING WILLOWS!"
Captain Spaulding's head suddenly snapped up from his musings and stared with a startled look at the customer on the other side of the room who was now rapidly backing away from the quiet, apparently, asylum escapee.
Styx slowly lowered his arm, looking at the quickly panicking man with a look between confusion and disgust, his eye catching the movement of Jason suddenly standing up.
Cutter's vision of the what looked like was going to be a very interesting scene about to play out in front of him was cut off when the what he thought was a cripple was suddenly on his feet, his back blocking his view. But he got a good idea of what was going on when the sound of gunfire made him jump, suddenly realizing what it was about that boy that seemed so familiar.
Sarah jumped too, actually, pissed a little extra at the startling sound, thankful she was still on the toilet and quickly saw too what was needed before running out. She ran out just in time to see Styx pull his own weapon from it's hidden place beneath his jacket before they both turned on the over-friendly clown, Jason's gun maybe a foot away, Nox emerging from whatever isle she had been behind with a frown and a quick glance over the body and at the two armed men deciding she didn't need to pull out her own weapons as the clown was easily outnumbered.
Very easily outnumbered, and very calm looking for someone that outnumbered. He laughed a little nervously when he put his hands up though.
"You guys are really pointing that at the wrong guy!" He claimed, laughing a little again, his eyes though trained on the trigger of Jason's right hand, which Sarah was glad for. She didn't want to have to redo the stitching on his left hand because of this little incident.
"Really? And what is going to make me believe that?" Asked Jason, his thumb going back to push down the hammer on the gun, staring the clown in the eyes as Styx slowly approached, his gun still aimed.
But as Styx approached, a grin grew on his face as he looked down on the other side of the counter near the now very nervous looking clown.
"I think this might." He said, his foot going to nudge something as he uncocked his own gun and slide the safety back into place before putting it back in his holster.
Jason however kept his out and aimed at the man in front of him, his brows furred as he leaned over to get a better look at what Styx had pointed out. His face suddenly changed though, and he uncocked his own gun, laughing as he swirled it in his hand before putting it back in its holster in the back of his pants, his shirt covering it.
"A bucket full of blood, huh?" He asked with a laugh, looking at the somewhat relieved looking clown.
Spaulding smiled a little nervously, his hands still in the air as he was still a little unnerved by the situation.
But Jason's eyes got suspicious once more as he looked over at Styx.
"How do we know its not chicken blood or sumthing?" He asked, indicating to the sound of birds in the back.
Styx shook his head though and pointed to the clowns sleeve.
"Nope, gunpowder. You don't shoot chickens." He said, simply turning around to go back to what he was looking at, stepping over the mess where he was previously.
Jason laughed and sat back down as well, Sarah, now that everything was put away, moving to kneel down in front of him and look at his knee.
"A killer clown, hah! Didn't expect that!"
Cutter snapped out of his shock of the situation and leaned over to get a better look at what the girl was going to him, frowning when he saw she had only rolled up his pant leg.
"Well I didn't expect killer kids. How old are yall anyways?" He asked, a little unnerved about that factor. Well, shit, Baby had been young when she started, he guessed, but that was different. Him and Eve had been doin it for years, and Otis and Rufus as well, Hugo before that! He doubted they had families like he did!
"Jason and I are twenty, Styx and Nox back there about seventeen and eighteen." Said Sarah, pulling some wrap out of her bag to wrap the boys bluish knee.
He didn't know what made him do it, but he decided he might as well get to know the people a little bit better. They were obviously a little bit different than anyone else that had coming wonderin on in there. Speaking of which, Billy should be bardging in soon. He knew he had herd the gunfire…If they could survive that, he would offer them an ACTUAL place to stay at his house, with no chains or anything attached. With that in mind, he looked over them.
"Well I can assume cripple boy here is Jason, and although I have yet to know your name yet, sweet-cheeks, which one of them is which?" He asked, pointing to Styx and Nox.
Jason's dazed, drugged eyes fallowed where the clown's finger was pointing.
"The boy is Styx, and the girl is Nox."
"Styx and Nox? Funny ass names, their parents on crack like you?" Joked Cutter, comin around the counter to get his mop again and hand it to Styx. You make the mess, you clean it up.
"No, its Greek. Styx, although originally pronounced Sticks, although he says it Stikes, is the Greek Mythological River of Souls you travel down to enter the underworld of Hades. It's right before you meet Cerberus, the three headed dog." He explained, surprised at himself at being able to do that in his intoxicated state. His brows furred and the roughly pointed his finger at the clown.
"And I ain't on Crack! I'm on…on…" He stopped, looking at Sarah.
"What am I on?" He asked, pausing in his shout to Cutter.
"Your on Styx's sedatives which he doesn't take." She said, without lifting her head from her work.
"Yeah! Loony sedatives!" He finished, looking back at what Sarah was doing as she had finished with the wrapping and was pulling his pant leg back down.
Styx had taken the mop from him without a word and started cleaning solemly, Nox glancing around for where the body was suppose to go.
"River of Souls, what's Nox mean than?" He asked, going back to his spot behind his counter.
Nox sneered at being referred too as if she wasn't in the room. Just because Styx was practically a mute didn't mean she was.
"Sundown." She said with the same look, walking over to where the clown now stood behind his counter, her eyes now a blazed fury at the disrespect he had shown her.
"Wouldn't happen to have any towels over there for me to help him with, would you Bozo?" She asked, her elbows resting on the counter as she leaned forward to show her dislike.
For a minute they stared at each other before an amused and pleased smirk crossed Captain Spaulding's face.
"Sure do, love!" He said, leaning down to toss her one, watching her strut away with a smirk. That fine spirit reminded him of his own daughter…
"HA! Sundown over the River of Souls!" Shouted Jason suddenly, laughing to himself, making everyone in the room jump, Styx and Nox turning toward him with glares, though it only made him laugh harder.
"If you too ever get married I am so having that etched on your wedding bands!" He shouted, laughing harder to himself.
Cutter chuckled, seeing a little humor in it before the door slammed open as Billy ran in, giant clown mask still on as he charged at the first person he saw, Jason.
Jason instantly kicked Sarah out of the way, who had still been kneeling before him to fix his pant leg. He jumped up and grabbed the staff of the weapon with a snarl and started pushing on it, holding back the force the best he could, the overweight man a good deal larger than himself and that ridiculous fucking clown head not doing anything to aid his predicament. But he smirked a triumphant smirk as from the corner of his eye he saw Styx pull out his gun, and with that distraction, rose his good leg and gave a rough kick to the clown's knee, pulling the axe roughly, nearly getting it out of the man's grasp.
"Alright Billy, calm down, their friends." Said Spaulding, realizing this had gone too far. They had won. Therefore, he would offer them a true place to stay. With his own family of psychos.
"Jason here took out that man in the back." Said Spaulding, instantly calming the other clown down, Jason giving a sneer as he shoved the axe into his hands before dropping back down into his chair, Sarah sprawled out on the floor with a disgruntled look.
The man removed the clown mask, glancing around at them a little ashamedly and bashfully, and now that Jason got a good look at the guy, he felt a little bad. Didn't look too…brilliant.
"Billy, you take that body out back and wait for Rufus, imam give him a call and tell him I got's some special guest I want to personally bring up to the house."