Where the River Flows

A House of 1000 Corpses/Devils Rejects fanfiction

By: Butterfly Wolf

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

Authors note: YES, REVIEWS! Thank youuu! : D. Okay, now I'm going off of the idea that I've noticed a lot of HO1C writers don't go off of, I'm assuming the masks, and showtime, were just a Halloween special for the Firefly house. I cant really see Otis yielding to wearing a mask to eat dinner every night, and lets face it, he has to eat.

From the corner of the room, came a loud dinging noise, indicating the location of a clock no one had noticed before hand, and making most of the table jump, not including the Firefly's.

"Dinners over!" yelled Grampa, vacating the table quickly.

"Munsters are on!" Were his final words as he disappeared. Jason raising an eyebrow at the now empty seat next to him.

Cutter rolled his eyes as the man ran to the television like a life source, Otis glaring in the general direction.

A little dejectedly, Jason looked down at his plate.

"I think I've been robbed." He finally stated, glancing around the table.

Cutter chuckled.

"Yeah, you got the shitty end of that deal"

"Momma forgot to tell you Grampa don't like visitors much, until their tied up or in the basement." Said Baby, leaning over him again.

"That old fuck don't like nuthin or nobody." Said Otis, still picking at his vegetables. Cutter gave him a strange look, finishing off his beer.

"Look who's talking, whitey." Said Cutter, Otis, offended, stood to say something back but was interrupted by Styx's loud and long yawn.

Eyes turned to look at Styx, who merely leaned over to lay his head on Nox's shoulder, blinkingly sleepily.

"Well that was quick." Commented Nox, kissing his head, Styx giving her a sleepy smile.

"Aww, he's so adorable! Like a deadly little teddy bear!" Said Baby, leaning over to rub his hair, Styx sleepily snapping at her hand lightly with his teeth.

Jason gave Styx a grateful look at having Baby's attention diverted from him.

"Your lucky, usually Styx doesn't let people he doesn't know very well touch him. At least…not without any long-term repercussions." Said Sarah, with a smirk.

Momma smiled a her.

"Well hunny, Tiny doesn't usually say anything to new folks either, guess yall will just fit right in, huh?" Cutter glanced toward her for a moment before scanning over the room briefly.

Otis finally rolled his eyes, moving to get up.

"I got shit to do, planning my new project out!" He snapped, as if everyone had suddenly became a nuisance, and walked upstairs.

After dinner and after everything settled down, most of them now in the living room watching the TV with Baby, Jason began to remember something.

"OH!"

Sarah jumped next to him, turning.

"What?"

"My foot!"

Sarah glanced at the converse covered limb.

"What about it?"

"It feels weird."

"And you just…thought of this?" She said, giving him an odd look.

"Well yeah, sorta, I forgotted in my intoxicated state."

Nox glanced over at him.

"Jason, your always in an intoxicated state."
"I AM NOT!" He shouted back, earning an eye roll from Nox and a glare from Styx who until previously had been dozing with his head in Nox's lap.

Baby turned to all of them.

"Shut the fuck up, your making me miss my favorite part!"

Jason sneered and gave her the finger when she turned around.

Sarah turned back toward Jason, ignoring the feuding.

"What about your foot feels weird?"

"THE foot" he whispered, not in the mood to listen to Baby bitch.

Sarah gave him a very bored look.

"Okay, Jason, when I ask, what about your foot feels weird, I don't expect you to say the palm of your hand, I know you mean the foot itself."

Jason stared completely bewildered.

Groaning, Sarah abbreviated.

"Okay, the heel, the toe, GIVE ME A HINT HERE!"

"OH! I don't know…the whole thing…feels like…something's in it almost…" He said, pushing it against the ground with a wince.

"Yeah, now that those drugs have wore off a bit, that really fuckin hurts."

Sarah's eyebrows furred together for a moment before she went and kneeled in front of Jason, his eyebrows raising as she started to untie his shoe.

He grinded his teeth slightly as he watched her, his foot starting to hurt worse as the pressure on it was loosened, converse having a lot of string crossing and untying involved in their removal.

After finally undoing the unholy knot Jason had made out of his shoe strings, she pulled the shoe off, her eyes widening at the blood soaked sock. It wasn't just the sock either, the fabric of the converse themselves were soaked with it too, she realized, now that she was looking.

"Ho, shit." Said Jason, his own eyebrows raising at the sight. How the fuck did that happen.

Swallowing, Sarah lifted his foot up slightly with pitying wince.

"Oh." She said, looking up at him.

"Oh what? Why am I bleeding?"
Baby immediately turned around.
"Bleeding?" She said, completely interested.

"Yeah, he got glass embedded in his foot." Explained Sarah, Baby moving down to the floor and scooting over to look at it.

"Good job, cock-stain." She said, looking up at Jason.

"Hey hey, fuck you blonde cunt."
"Don't call me a fuckin cunt you fuckin faggot!"

"Don't call me a faggot you fuckin cunt!"
"HEY!" Shouted Sarah before they could get too involved. Man, Jason had a real problem with getting along with girls. Perhaps it really was a good thing he was gay.

"Fuck you and fuck him! You can go and bleed to death for all I care!" Shouted Baby, stomping off upstairs to where her room was.

Jason rose an eyebrow before realizing that meant he was relieved of the succubus's presence, which he realized with a grin.

Shrugging, Sarah leaned back towards the wound.

"Ah, your going to need more of those white little pills." She said, looking up at Jason who had his head laid back calmly against the back of the sofa.

"Why?" He asked, pulling his head up.

"Because your not going to like me getting these pieces of glass out."

At this time, Otis started walking downstairs, his eyebrows raising at the scene in the living room.

"What the hell you do to piss Baby off?" He asked, going to sit next to where Sarah was, only technically sitting next to Jason, being Sarah was on the floor and he sat on the couch.

"Oh, Jason being the asshole he usually is." Said Sarah, glancing around for her bag in which she carried her medical equipment.

"Oh, Jason being the asshole he usually is." Mocked Jason, glaring down at her.

Sarah slowly raised her head up, her hand tightening around his ankle.

"Hey, there's a hatchet right over there on that lamp stand. You wanna keep mocking me and we'll see how I get that glass outta your foot, hmm?" She threatened, her eyes sparkling with danger in the light.

Otis grinned down at her with a smirk of his own.

"You can play doctor to me anytime you want, momma." He said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Sarah gave a grin back.

"Sorry, taken currently, come back on a less busy hour."

Otis's smirk grew.

"Oh I will." He said with a promise, his own eyes glittering dangerously.

"Oh Otis, don't go threatening the girl, yall done made a truce!" Said Momma, who suddenly appeared out from the kitchen, making everyone in the room raise their heads in surprise.

"Oh I wasn't threatening her. It was a promise, and what I promised went nothing against the truce." He said, his eyes going back down to meet hers.

Sarah rose an eyebrow, smirking back at him dangerously before licking her lips. She didn't expect Otis to come downstairs and openly flirt with her, earlier he had been in a more challenging mood. Probably did something upstairs to calm himself down, she reasoned.

Jason sneered.

"Alright, stop flirting and fix my fucking foot."

Otis turned to him with an absolute snarl and Sarah glanced up annoyed.

"I cant fix your foot until I get my bag. All I have right now is my carving knife, which is what I'm going to use, but I was going to be kind and let you wait till I got those little white pills you love so much in here." She smirked dangerous, her left hand going to the small carving switch knife in her back pocket and pulling it out, flipping it open with a chuckle at Jason's widened eyes.

"But if you keep annoying me, we can start right now."
"NO, no, you can flirt allllll you want!" Said Jason, swallowing.

Sarah smirked.

"That's what I thought."

Nox who had stayed silent throughout the whole interaction groaned, shifting a dozing Styx out of her lap.
"Jesus fucking Christ, tell me where the God damn bag is and I'LL go get it, so long as he shuts the fuck up."

Jason sneered at her as she rose up.

"You shut the fuck up!" He shouted, causing her to grab the gun out of the back of her pants.
"Keep talking, bitch, Sarah confiscated all of your weapons, what the fuck you gonna do?" Whispered Nox, pulling the hammer back on him.

Jason sneered at the gun, clearly not impressed or threatened.

"Oh knock it the fuck off, the bag is in the car, if you please." Hissed Sarah over her shoulder to Nox who dejectedly uncocked her gun and put it back away, heading outside.

Otis turned back to Sarah with a smirk.

"Where you plan on sleepin, momma?"

Sarah raised an eyebrow, not looking at him, merely studying the underside of Jason's foot where the glass was embedded.

"Somewhere corpse free." She said, turning his foot slightly to the side. Man, she was going to have to dig the fabric from the sock out of there too. The glass must have fallen into the ankle of his shoe and made its way down, not reaching a harmful point until after the drugs had kicked in, thus his slight obliviousness to it.

Sarah sneered at the foot.
Socks were not the cleanest article of clothing. Cleaning this wound out after she got done removing the glass and fabric was going to be a bitch, not to mention keeping it clean after she sewed it up.

"Oh I can clean my room out for you." Said Otis, still smirking.

Sarah glanced up at him with a smirk of her own.
"Oh hunny, I don't want to wake up a corpse either."

"Well then, I guess your just going to have to stay on your toes, huh?" He grinned, his eyebrows raising once again suggestively. Otis had had plenty of women, most of which he got the most thrill out of killing, not fucking. But few, FEW had ever presented a danger too him like Sarah would, the closest he would ever come to meeting his match other than Baby, whom he thought too much of as a sister. Nox seemed to have more of an insanity twist to her, but she was taken, and....Sarah had that almost quiet danger that Styx had. Where Nox and Jason were both quick to jump to their barrels, Styx and Sarah seemed like the kind to wait it out and slit your throat when you least expected it. Which added a big exciting danger to the bedroom.

Nox muttered as she approached the pathetic looking vehicle.

RJ, or Rufus, whatever the fuck his name was, was working under the even more pathetic looking hood.

"Hey man, need in there for a second." Said Nox, going to open the passenger door.

Rufus glanced at her with an annoyed look before starting to ignore her presence. Well, what did she expect. The guy had knocked her out and all, there was bound to be tension.

Rolling her eyes at human emotions, she grabbed Sarah's little medical bag thing and slammed the door shut, strutting by Rufus who glared at her with a smirk before heading back into the house.

Tossing the bag at Sarah, Nox plopped back down in her original spot, Styx automatically moving his head back in her lap.

Scowling at having the bag tossed at her, Sarah grabbed it up and rummaged through it, pulling a pill bottle out and unscrewing it.