Where the River Flows

A House of 1000 Corpses/Devil's Rejects fanfiction

By: Butterfly Wolf

Disclaimer: I only own, Sarah, Jason, Styx, Nox, and Lithium. Everything else is owned by Rob Zombie and the film producers.

Authors note: I hope its getting better, this story is very very long, remember this is currently taking place BEFORE the events of House of 1000 Corpses, but within the same year, so basically this is the summer before hand, and they had some project those teachers love to give you to start school with. Its not august, but its getting close and their doing last minute stuff. House takes place on Halloween.

ALSO: REVIEWS ARE LOVELY, psycho's like nice things too, I'm sure if you offered Cutter a piece of pie he wouldn't turn it down, I am no different. AND, if you haven't gotten the meaning of the title yet, Styx is the RIVER of SOULS (greek mythology), and he plays a big part later.

Rob Zombie-

"hey do you love me, I'm untouchable DARKNESS!"

Styx sat in Tiny's room, smiling almost innocently at the victims in the cages in front of him. Styx was small, pale, and deadly, but the last you would never know. He looked like a small innocent teenage boy with the sweetest little baby face you ever saw. And he could be a sweet innocent little teenage boy if you didn't make him mad…

To anyone who walked in, he looked like a boy smiling at a bunch of puppies in a pet store, innocent and longingly, wanting to take one home for himself to play with.

The only thing that gave him away, as he sat cross-legged and smiling through the bars at the people on the other side, was the knife he held in his right hand tauntingly, running it every now and then across the metal bars of the cage as the victim's eyes fallowed his every move.

Nox, who was laying back on the bed casually, looked over at the large man next to her. He had wrote his name down for her when she had asked, Tiny, was what she THOUGHT he had wrote. His hands were a little deformed and she figured that was the best he could write. Apparently couldn't hear either, and she wouldn't have ever known that if she finally hadn't gotten a pen from her pocket and wrote it on her arm. He had returned the favor and also wrote on her arm. Now her arm read:

Whats your name?

Tiny

Well, least it gave it character, she thought, as she turned to look at it.

Tiny was sitting next to her, looking almost nervous. They had woke up, Styx tied to the outer part of the cage and Nox to the bed. It was at first really quite strange, being tied up in someone else's bed, and especially since her last memory was of a clown and Jason screaming his head off in terror from some 'murder ride.'

Nox didn't really think it was that great. I mean there was diffidently nothing else out there to compare to it, but the main two attractions, other than Dr. Satan, whatever the fuck that was, was Albert Fish and Ed Gein,

Where they at the clowns house? Or that guy he was suppose to have called…Randle? Rick? RUFUS! Yeah, that dude. He'd probably knocked them out and snagged them with the car. Must have hit good too cause the back of her head still hurt.

"Man, you gonna sit there and taunt them all friggin night?" She asked, looking over at Styx, who continued smiling at the quivering people.

He nodded his head, his smile turning into a grin.

Nox rolled her eyes.

"Well it aint like we got a key anyway, less you wanna reach through the bars and stab somebody."

She thought this was what unnerved Tiny the most. When she woke up, she did flip out for a second, mainly, because be it sex or death, she hated being tied up, for any reason, Styx was somewhat the same way, depending on the tied up position. They had her tied and spread, which she did not like, and when Tiny had came downstairs, she asked politely to be let free. The…whatever seemed to look at her for a second before reaching over to let her go, which, she admitted, shocked her. Her original plan, since Styx was still passed out against the bars, was to ask and if no one complied, attempt to gnaw her way through the rope. She knew it would work, Styx had done it once while he was up at Weeping Willows. All the beds with the rubber straps had been taken and they tied him down to his cell bed with rope when he tried to attack them, which was the main reason he didn't like being tied up.

After Tiny had untied her though, she just walked over to Styx and shook him away before untying him and going to sit back down.

Styx had woken up a little dazed and very confused but wasn't going to question anything, especially when he saw the group of people in front of him. All looked mighty young and mighty starved, and terrified. They didn't seem to be exactly terrified of him, as much as in general. They looked at him with almost pity and that just wouldn't do. Whimpering and whining, the cage itself smelled of piss and god knows what else as he sat outside of it, the aroma waking him up even more.

Glancing around the room he was briefly startled by the man sitting near Nox but once he located her and that she was okay, he turned to his own amusement, and pulled out a knife, watching the people in front of him suddenly start to quiver.

No, pity wouldn't do at all.

This was what Nox thought unnerved Tiny the most.

Sarah and Otis were the last ones down the stairs, as she leaned over closer to him, a little disgusted by the smell of decay coming off of even him.

"We have a truce?" She asked.

And Otis shrugged.

"Either a truce or we all die shootin each other." He whispered back, not wanting to rile up Jason again, whom had taken a chunk out of his side.

Sarah squinted at him.

"I'm downstairs now, NOW I WANNA SEE FUCKIN STYX AND NOX!"

Mother Firefly turned toward Baby looking calm.

"We have a Styx and Nox?" She asked, her eyebrows rose.

"Yeah, Tiny has them in the basement."
"Well, bring Tiny AND Styx and Nox up from the basement" demanded Jason, looking at them.

"Or what, faggot?" taunted Baby, not liking getting bossed around in her own house.

Jason rose a dangerous eyebrow and reached for his gun.

"Or I'll shoot a bullet in that sassy little mouth of yours."
"HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!" Yelled Sarah at Jason.

"NO! I SAID I WANTED STYX AND NOX!"

"AND I SAID THEIR FINE, SO WHAT DO YOU WANT THEM SO BAD FOR!?"

Jason turned to her.

"Give me three good reason's to believe you, and holding a blood covered albino's hand doesn't count."
Mother Firefly stepped in.

"Alright now, yall just calm down, I'm sure Baby can go downstairs and get…whoever your looking for."

Jason rolled his eyes at her and at that put his gun away.

"Don't use that tone of voice, we aint gonna grab and go, you didn't scare me that bad. You sound like your bullshitting some victim into calming down, well I'm calm but you come at me again and I'll fuckin skin your ass off and sew it to your face."

Mother Firefly turned her head at the threat.

Otis glanced around the room with a bored expression, having lost interest in these people for the time being.

"If yall aint planning on runnin then is sassy-shit over there done throwin a fit cause I got rabbits I need to take care of." He asked, pointing to Jason.

Sarah rose an eyebrow, having a deep suspicion he wasn't talking about bunnies.

Jason turned to him with a sneer.

"Shut the fuck up, Casper. Lets not forget what happened last time."

"Fuck you!"
"FUCK YOU!"

"Jason cant you just shut the fuck up for five fucking seconds or does every waking moment of my life have to be tormented by your voice?"

Everyone turned to look toward the doorway where Nox stood, looking at Jason with a sour expression.

"You give me a headache a floor away."

Jason groaned and rolled his eyes, plopping down on the couch.

"Should have just let them have YOU."