Where the River Flows

A House of 1000 Corpses/Devil's Rejects fanfiction

By: Butterfly Wolf

Disclaimer: I only own Styx, Nox, Sarah, Jason, and Lithium. Everything else is owned by Rob Zombie and the film producers. I make absolutely no money. And I obviously do not own Barbie, that is just Otis's nickname for Sarah.

Authors note: Thank you so much for the reviews, more is always wonderful, just like pie. *Cutter munches happily*

Rob Zombie

"Hey do you love me, I'm a devil machine!"

Cutter hummed a tune to himself as he walked up the driveway to the house, four small bags of chicken in each hand. It'd been a while since he'd seen his Baby Girl and he figured he'd pop in and see how everyone was…getting along. Especially with their new guest, they'd never had the honor of having an escaped psycho in the household before. Well, not a registered escaped psycho, that was.

Muttering about chicken and locked doors, he moved two bags into one arm and rummaged in his clown/silk pant's pocket for his keys, pushing it in and stepping through the door.

In an effort to calm Jason down Sarah had…confiscated all of his weapons, minus one. Why he didn't know, but he knew she left his shin pistol. Probably knew something he didn't, he reasoned with himself as he sat on the couch. Otis – was what Sarah said his name was, had wondered back upstairs, dragging her with him claiming he wanted to show her 'art' in his fashion. It sounded more like a test. Can you handle how freaky I can be, sort of test. Baby must have given him the idea when she came upstairs briefly saying Styx was down there taunting their 'playmates' with a knife, Momma Firefly rushing down to see the proof, and Nox wondering back down after them with an eye-roll.

And that left one little Indian, sitting on the shelf, playing with his hidden wrist knife.

SLAM!

Cutter didn't even notice the boy sitting there as he tried to get the key out of the door and rearrange his chicken.

Jason had his shin pistol out and was on his feet instantly, pointing it at the clown.

"YOU!"

Bags of chicken hit the floor as the clown quickly put his hands up with a startled look.

Ah hell, not this boy again.

"YOU! YOU…MOTHERFUCKER, YOU TRIED TO SET US UP!"

"HEY HEY NOW, No need for that! I was-we was just playin wicha, ya know, just jokin around! We don't mean ya no harm!"

"LYING SACK OF SHIT! I'D DONE BEEN SCALPED AND IN CAGES IF I DIDN'T HIDE MY WEAPONS WELL!" Yelled Jason

It was a good thing Sarah was training to a be a psychiatrist and was taught to handle the most unusual, and a good thing she had been around Styx and Jason enough to not flip at dead bodies, because what was in front of her, was some kind of mixture of both.

She blinked a few times before turning to the albino.

"Eh…nice. Not my cup of tea, I admit, but its pretty amazing. I couldn't do it if I tried. Where did you get the…other half?" She asked, referring to the crocodile head on the figure.

Otis shrugged with a smile.

"Rufus caught one down by the creek."

"You have crocks?"
"Guess so." He muttered, Sarah assuming he wasn't one for talking.

Glancing around the room she noticed the chair/prison she had broken out of with a small smirk of satisfaction before turning to him with crossed arms, walking around casually.

"So…how many girls did that work on before me?" She asked, smirking as she leaned against his desk.

Otis rose an eyebrow as he looked at the chair before shrugging again.

"Give or take twenty, that's not counting the ones tied to the bed."

Sarah's eyebrows rose as she looked at that bed. Yeah, she could imagine what all took place there…speaking of which, she should vacate the room before he got any…artistic ideas. Smiling, she pushed herself up from the desk.

"I'll look at some more of your art a little bit later. I've seen a lot already at…Captain Spaulding's gas station."

Otis's darted toward her, before smirking.

"Yeah? And what'd ya think?" His smirk grew as he advanced on her.

Although Sarah did back away, she held her chin high and kept her eyes locked on his as she quickly withdrew a skinning knife, not quite yet pointing it at him.

"I thought the paintings were really amazing, but I suck at art, so…" She shrugged. Otis was still advancing, and when he got about a foot away she whipped out the knife.

"Back off, Casper."

Otis smirked down at the knife and rose an eyebrow before chuckling.

"Aw hell, momma, I aint doin shit to you yet, so just calm the fuck down." He muttered before turning into his 'art studio' and tearing off something off the…easel.

Sarah rose an eyebrow at him and slowly put the knife away, waiting for him to turn and suddenly have a different idea.

"YOU!" she suddenly herd, and instantly she wondered what she was thinking letting Jason off his leash, before turning and running down the stairway.

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Cutter stood there with his hands in the air, wondering where the hell everyone was. There was no way this asshole and his psycho friend took out the whole family…was there? His lip rose at that thought into a snarl as Jason continued to point the weapon at him.

"You miserable mother-fuck!" Yelled Jason, pulling the hammer back and then the trigger, Cutter's eyes closing as he saw the finger movement and awaited…

Click.

Click.

"FUCK!" Yelled Jason, slamming the pistol down on the ground, the dark metal bouncing slightly with the force off the flooring.

"NOW I KNOW WHY SHE DIDN'T TAKE IT FROM ME!" He yelled again, more to himself as he threw himself on the couch with a thump, his head between his hands, gripping his hair.

"Argh! Fuck pond water and farm houses! I WANT A CIGARETTE!"

He whined, Cutter still standing at the door a little lost. That asshole had just tried to shoot him! Would have shot him if he hadn't been out of bullets! Sneering, Cutter pulled out his own weapon.

Sarah had her gun pulled out before she was even down the hallway, having a good idea at who was 'you' and whom Jason was probably stupidly threatening with a empty gun.

She ran down the stairs just in time to see the clown pull out a similar black pistol with a sneer and a deadly look as he advanced on the now oblivious Jason.

"HEY! Hold it right there!"

Cutter turned his own gun toward her and they had a stare off.

"Your aim aint nuthin compared to mine, sweet cheeks." He said, pulling back his hammer.

Sarah merely rose an eyebrow and returned the favor, aiming down at him.

"Well you better have good aim, seeing as your standing the middle of a living room and I'm surrounded by stairwell." She remarked, smirking at his blink.

"JOHNNY LEE, YOU LET THAT YOUNG WOMAN GO!"

Came the deep accented voice of Mother Firefly from the basement door.

Instantly Cutter rolled his eyes and put his gun arm down.

"Aw hell woman, cant I get a moments peace while in this house!?"

"No you sure as hell cant when you go'round threaten'in our special guest like that." She muttered, coming up from the stairs and going in front of him to look at Sarah with a welcoming smile.

"This here's our new friend. They're gonna be stayin here a while while R.J. fixes up their car."

Sarah had uncocked and just put her pistol back in its holster as she stared at what she thought was a couple…or use to be at least. Truth be told she really had no idea, this whole trip had ended up really weird. In fact, she might just drop environmental science class just for good luck after this.

Mother Firefly turned to her with a smile and Sarah came back to herself remembering momma's words.

"Oh no, that's not really necessary. I'm sure Jason or Lithium can figure out how to fix that thing." Said Sarah, a little uncomfortable with the way both Cutter and Mother Firefly were looking at her, Cutter with almost a bored interest and Mother with a…psychotically caring interest.

"Oh its not a problem, dear! R.J. Loves fixin things, its just usually once we fix people's car's we trash them an hour later." She said mater-of-factly, as if discussing how to recycle a can.

Sarah chuckled slightly to herself, taking one more step down the stairs.

"I don't think you can trash that thing much more, least not the front end."

Jason's head rose, for the first time in the last few minutes, as he herd his name about five minutes before hand, his eyes very dazed before he sneered.

"Hey, it aint my fault cow's like to take moonlit walks, okay?"

To which Sarah just rolled her eyes.

Mother Firefly gave them both a kind smile for a minute before turning towards the open door and noticing the bags of chicken (none splattered, thank god) on the floor. She turned and lightly hit Cutter on the arm.

"Go clean up your mess so I can serve dinner, got a whole household to feed!" She clucked, turning to go walk in the kitchen.

Cutter merely rolled his eyes before pointing to Jason.
"You startled me, you clean it up."

Jason sneered at his finger.
"You dropped it."
"Go get it or else you don't eat!"

Muttering to himself, he got up and headed toward the bags of chicken, angry that he had to clean it up when he wasn't even hungry.

Sarah smiled at this scene, almost feeling homey here now that…everyone had put their pistol away and no one was tied up. Well, no one from the car, at least. Other people, well…life's a bitch, best learn to expect pms from her.

Smiling, she was about to continue her way down the stairway when an arm startled her from behind. Turning, she glared at the albino who had his arm around her middle, his eyes sparkling dangerously.

"Better stay on your toes, Barbie girl." He whispered to her before nearly shoving her down the stairway with a smirk, Sarah easily catching herself and turning to give him the finger.