Where the River Flows

A House of 1000 Corpses/Devil's Reject's fanfiction

By: Butterfly Wolf

Disclaimer: I only own Jason, Sarah, Nox, and Styx. Everything else is owned by Rob Zombie and the film producers. I make absolutely no money.

Authors note: Its getting to the good parts…I hope.

Jason woke up tied to a chair, shirtless and dazed. His head…felt funny, and if he hadn't consumed the drugs and the alcohol it would probably be hurting.

Startled for a moment, realizing he was shirtless he shifted a couple of times in the chair, feeling for…

Shoo.

Okay.

His weapons were still there. The gun in the back of his pants, his wrist knife (since Sarah had put on the wrist wrap for his hand he had stuffed a switch knife in there), and his boot guns, plus his boot knife. He snorted to himself for a moment. Man whoever the hell did this was stupid.

Rolling his eyes he wiggled his wrist, trying to get his knife out.

SLAM!

"Hi sexy, how's it hangin!?" Shouted Baby in a overly happy voice, bouncing over to him.

Jason rose an eyebrow at her.

"Its not hangin at all, I'm in a chair. Tied down, actually…" He added with a glare.

Baby merely laughed and grabbed one of her knives.

"Well if you don't want it to hang, sweet cheeks, I can take care of that for ya!" She said with an evil smirk, her hand going to his belt.

Jason had worked his knife out and slowly switched it open, watching her intently, his knife slowly slicing through the tape around his wrist.

Baby jumped back with a thoughtful look.

"Well this just aint fair, I gotta give ya a chance don't I?' She said, stepping back from him for a second and putting the tip of the knife to her mouth to knaw on slightly.

Jason rose his eyebrow again, then gave a fake smile.

"Well that would be polite, yes."

Baby bounced for a second, the knife leaving her mouth as she rocked back and forth on her heels like a thinking child.

"Hmm….Oh! My favorite game!" She said with a shout, the knife suddenly at his face.

Jason stared at the end of it for a second, his façade completely calm as his eyes rose to meet hers again.

"Guess what number I'm thinking of!" She exclaimed, wiggling the knife. Jason didn't even notice it though, he continued looking at her with a bored expression.

"Like…one to ten or like one to oblivion? Gotta give me a rang here." He said, his knife now having sliced through the wrist ties, he did his best to keep her distracted as his arms shifted slightly to his middle ties.

"Hmm….One to oblivion!" She said loudly, smirking at his chances.

Jason rose an eyebrow then gave a disinterested look.

"Well that's not very fair."

She slapped his chest with the side of the knife playfully.

"I don't play fair big boy!"

Jason gave her a twisted grin.

"Neither do I." He whispered, staring at her.

Baby merely turned her head like an impatient child, not taking the threat at all.

"Well guess god damn it!" She shouted, getting annoyed, the knife now at his throat.

Jason played it off as a shrug in thought, but what it really was was a shift to slice the very last little string of the tape, and he was thankful it was tape an not rope, because it still looked like he was bound when he wasn't. Had it been rope, it would have fallen limp, but the tape stuck to him in a deceiving manner.

Rolling his eyes, he took a guess.

"Hmm…Seventy-two?" He said, looking at her.

She sneered.

"Fine! Guess my number again!" She shouted, going at him.

But he jumped up and shoved her away, pointing his knife at her.
"You guess my number bitch!" he shouted, staring at her with a now very pissed off look.

Baby merely laughed sadistically, dropping her own knife to grab a hatchet from her table.

"Oh yeah, big boy? You wanna play dirty, huh?" She cooed, then laughed that annoying little girly laugh that Jason hated more than anything. Sneering, he dropped his own knife and quickly pulled his gun from the back of his pants, pulling back the hammer with a very satisfied sadistic smirk at the sudden look of terror on the girls face.
"Oh you don't know how dirty I can get. Now GUESS MY FUCKING NUMBER, BITCH!" He shouted a second time.

Baby licked her lips and tried to feign innocence, hoping Otis or somebody would have herd the ruckus and come inspecting. Well, she knew they would, she just had to hold him off long enough.

Twirling her hair around her finger and twisting her foot she bit her lip in a very child like manner.

"Umm…Fifty-three?" She asked, blinking her wide eyes at him in a pleading matter.

But Jason merely sneered. God he hated chicks.

The sneer quickly turned into a smirk as he pointed his gun at her.

"Nope. But I'm in a generous mood today, despite wrecking my car and then being tied up by nut jobs, so I'm not going to kill you. Yet." He aimed his gun down.

"Pick a foot." He said with a deadly smirk, his eyes glittering with the devil's fire.

Baby's eyes widened almost comically.

"W-what?" She stuttered, trying to keep the game going in time for someone to come up.

"I said, PICK A FUCKING FOOT!" He yelled, aiming for her right one.

But just then, the door slammed open.