Where the River Flows

A House of 1000 Corpses/Devil's Rejects fanfiction

By: Butterfly Wolf

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

Authors Note: I have officially decided that Blue Oyster Cult – Don't Fear the Reaper would have been a better ending song for Devil's Rejects, although that's not the song mine ends with either. I just think that'd be better fitting for the Firefly's, because they sure as hell wouldn't fear the reaper, Free Bird was just like…sad, really.

Rob Zombie –

"All is the family, my gun is runnin out."

Jason woke up in a similar position as to what he fell asleep in. Laid back against he couch, only now, his foot was propped up and wrapped in a similar matter as his hand. The gawz on his hand had been changed and he could feel the wound had been cleaned, although the former wrap had been put back on.

Dazedly, he realized Sarah had been there, although she wasn't there now. Glancing around he realized Styx and Nox had also fallen asleep on the couch, and that next to him, sat someone else…with some kind of mask on his face.

He looked so…odd, for a minute Jason thought he was having a bad trip until he looked back over at Styx and Nox and saw that they were still normal looking. Maybe this was the one they had been callin Tiny, although he didn't look very Tiny at all. Even sittin down, the man looked like a giant. Jason gave him a smile and waved, not knowing what else to do, being he had herd that the man was deaf and very shy.

The man's eyes seemed to slowly move to him, and although Jason figured if he smiled he wouldn't know, Tiny raised a hand and waved his massive fingers at him.

Jason gave a huge, dipshit, smile.

"Yay." He stated, continuing to grin like an idiot.

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Otis had walked off back to his room, asking Sarah for some actual assistance, saying it was only fair since he helped her.

At first, she was weary that that something had to do with the bed or a knife, but he had assured her it was art related and had nothing to do with her. Once again, Sarah reminded him she sucked ass at drawing but he merely waved her off and continued to drag her upstairs by the arm.

When they got up there, Otis took her back into his art studio, where she had originally located the albino hours ago, and showed her a painting he had of what he planned his next creation to be. Sarah merely gave it a disoriented look, not personally one to be into this kinda stuff.

"If I got it all ready, you help me sew it together?" He finally asked her after they had stared at the painting for about give minutes, Sarah just glad it wasn't the leftovers of a woman. In fact, most of his…paintings and photos of his creations seemed to be made of males.

"Only like making guy creatures, huh?" Asked Sarah, deciding to abandon his question and the current painting.

Otis though was luckily easily distracted though when it came to talk of his art and walked over the where she had opened his photo album.

There was a lot of photos of people she assumed had once existed and were no longer among the living. Some had Otis attack them, some had Rufus attacking, some with Tiny helping, Baby playing, Spaulding and some young girl tied up, and an occasional one with Momma and some victim. There were even pictures of Baby with skeletons, which Sarah could only chuckle at. That girl was crazy.

But then there were actual family photos. There was a really cute one of Baby and Spaulding each with an arm wrapped around Momma, and a sweet one with Otis having his arm around Baby after putting his black cowboy hat on her head. There was one of Rufus and Otis, laughing at something, and then Spaulding and Otis, Tiny and Rufus, Baby and Tiny, and then there was a really adorable picture with all the kids in it. Tiny, Rufus, Baby, and Otis, all smiling. If Otis wasn't wearing blood stained pants it'd be like some normal family, minus Tiny's strange figure. Sarah stopped flipping pages to look at it for a minute. They had a photo album at home, a picture very similar, but this one for some reason just reached out and touched her. Beneath it all, these people were really loving, just only to each other. They were a family, a wonderful family that'd do anything and everything together, obviously.

"Buncha Mushy shit." Commented Otis from over her shoulder. Sarah turned to glance at him for a moment.

"You look happy." She commented.

"I was and am, why, don't I look just fuckin peachy, Barbie Girl?" He asked, looking at her. Although it didn't sound like it, he meant he was happy, and was insulting her for thinking he wasn't.

"Well, no need for snide remarks if you enjoyed something." Said Sarah, putting her nose slightly in the air at that. Otis raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"I'm always happy, what the hell's wrong with you?" He asked, indicating that she must not be happy.

Sarah gave him an annoyed look.

"Nothings wrong with me, I'm not depressed or unhappy, I love my life, I just think if you enjoy something than you shouldn't bitch about it."
"I wasn't bitching about it! I said I had enjoyed it!" Otis finally yelled.

"YALL SHUT THE FUCK UP IN THERE OR I'LL COME UP THERE AND PUT MY BOOT IN YER ASS!" Was Cutter's yell from downstairs.

Sarah expected Otis to open the door and yell something back, but he merely gave the door a sneer before rolling his eyes and leaning back against the desk they were leaning over.

"So where are all of us going to sleep, since, we aren't…tied up." Asked Sarah, closing the phto album. Otis continued to stare at the cover for a minutem his eyebrows raising as he smirked.

"Oh, I can tie you up, if you'd like." He said, turning to look at her with the same smirk.

Sarah rose an eyebrow.

"Dido."

Otis smirked, looking at her, eyeing her, observing her.

"Stay in here and we'll see who gets tied up, hmm?" He commented, walking toward her with a growing grin as he grabbed up his skinning knife. Instantly, Sarah had her gun out, smirking as Otis continued to advance. He didn't stop until his knife rested against her throat and her gun pushed against his stomach as they stared into each other's eyes, both smirking, both watching, waiting for who backed down.

Without knowing it, Jason had fallen back asleep again. Drug induced, he imagined, as he briefly woke back up. This time when he glanced around he was the only one in the living room, and a blanket had been draped over him with a scribbled note in very bad hand writing.

"Little ones are sleeping downstairs with me."

Jason's vision blurred when he stared at it too long, assuming little ones to be Nox and Styx and Me to be Tiny.