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.

Authors note: hope ya like it!

Jason limped his way up the stairs and into the kitchen. It was about seven am, from the smell of the morning air and the look of the sun. Glancing around he noticed he was right on the dot apparently when he caught sight of a clock.

Now Jason wasn't hungry, because, ya know with all the drugs he had consumed, hunger wasn't a big thing, but he was bored. Nox and Styx were fast asleep, Tiny was fast asleep, and he wasn't going to rail up any of the people in the cages less they wake Tiny or Nox, so he figured he'd go wait in the kitchen. Because he knew any person with normal hunger automatically goes for in the morning.

In the kitchen, there was a stool, in which he sat on as he looked out through the windows. Beer bottle wind-chimes, cattle, pigs…If you were screwed up like him it was so homey. It was perfect, they had everything.

Jason wasn't personally one to play with dead bodies or kill for fun, usually he just enjoyed fucking with people. The quickest thing to set him off, not like as in defense, which is why he took out the guy in Spauldings shop, defending Styx, but as in fair game, would be ignorance, Jason absolutely hated stupid people. To Jason, ignorant people shouldn't be allowed to speak, thus why he'd usually cut their fucking tongue out. I mean, where they lived they didn't get that privilege too often. The Fireflys owned a farm in the middle of nowhere, it was the perfect establishment for what they did and they knew it, they had tunnels, traps, escape routes, everything they needed. Where Jason and they lived they had no such things, and he felt almost honored to be there. He felt very…right there, that was for sure, and currently he was just taking time to admire the house and all the amazing and strong occupants.

"Well, good morning there sweet cheeks."

Jason's dazed eyes widened a little bit and he turned to see Mother Firefly in a night dress gown, pink and see through, and if had been anyone else, he would have made a rude comment.
"What in lords name you doin up this early?" She asked, heading over to the stove.

Jason shrugged.

"Nuthing, I get bouts of insomnia."

Mother Firefly smiled and leaned down, purposely showing off her…assets to Jason who glanced away with a disgusted look. She came back up holding a frying pan.

"Well watcha doin lingerin in the kitchen? Hungry?" She asked, and she leaned close, instigating more than food.

"Nope, for neither. I just knew when people did wake up this would be the first place they went."

She pulled back with almost a respectful smile and put the pan on the stove, turning to the fridge.

"Ah, so yer lonely?"

"Yup."
"Poor boy." She commented with a smirk, rummaging through the fridge.

There was all kinds of meat in the freezer, where she seemed to be gather most her stuff from. Rather it was the cow or pig outside or some leftovers from some poor victim, Jason didn't know and he didn't really care.

"Hey, I um, Imma really sorry about, ya know, pointing my gun at you…" Stammered Jason, looking at her apologetically. She turned away from the stove for a second where she had started some bacon (actual bacon) on and some eggs, looking at him.

"Oh why hunny, I'm sorry we tied you up! Cutter has never been real good at informin people…" She said, walking past him to get the salt.
"Yeah, kinda figured."

She chuckled, getting a glass from the cabinets with some design etched into it, and then back to the fridge for something to drink, pouring herself a glass of orange juice before turning and looking at him. She did stand there a bit suggestively, but Jason had this idea that it wasn't really aimed at him, it was just, she'd been a prostitute so long, standing there like normal would be odd. He figured that position was more like an automatic.

She took a sip and looked him over.

"Yer friends an escapist, huh?"

Jason chuckled.

"Yeah."

"Well what'd he do to get in there, surly drawing perfect circles down land you in a loony bin." She said, going over to start the bacon on.

Jason chuckled, looking down.

"Which time?"

"Well, both I suppose. I aint got nuthin better to be jaw flappin about an it just weird sitting in here all silent."
Jason chuckled again, looking at his hands.

"Well his father was a registered psycho, and when they got Styx back from him, he was all quiet and bruised up, starved and unclean. His mom had just married a banker and instantly took him back and threw him into therapy and all that good shit, and he was deemed unstable, but no one believed them, so when they took him to have him baptized, and the preacher reached for his head to duck him in the water, Styx bit his hand clear to the bone."

Momma broke out into laughter.

"Now that there sounds like sumthin Otis would do!"

Jason smirked lazily and nodded.

"Yeah, well if think that's bad you should see what he did to the nuns."

"Now what kinda moron would put a boy like that with a buncha nuns?" Asked Momma, taking a drink of her glass.

"Yeah, his step-dad thought it'd be a good idea to put him in a Catholic School where he'd be better taught and well disciplined."

"So what'd he do to the nun?"

"Well, he was like six, seven, and another kid in the class had spilt a bunch of shit all over hell, and blamed it on Styx, so the Nun grabbed Styx up and took him to the front of the room to paddle him-"

"Bit her?" Asked Momma, a little impatient.

"Nope. She put her hand on the table to bend over better and he grabbed a pencil and stabbed her, the pencil actually going into the wood desk beneath."

Momma gave a whole hearted laugh.

"Why my own Baby girl didn't stab no body till she was twelve!" She laughed again at the memory.

Jason got an annoyed look at the very mention of that name for a minute before continuing.

"Yeah, then when all the kids ran screaming and to get help, or most did, Styx went and pulled the pencil back out, staring at her before walking out of the room." Jason took a minute to laugh.

"She ran down the hallway holding her hand screaming "THE ANTI-CHRIST IS HERE! SATAN'S SPAWN IS AMUNG US!"" He leaned back and laughed, Momma chuckling.

"Were you in his class?" She asked, handing him a glass.

Jason took it with a grateful nod and took a swallow.

"No, it was in the paper, Lithium has a cut out of all of the stuff we did, he has two whole scrap books of shit we've done and ended up in the paper for."

Momma chuckled.

"Yeah, Otis has some stuff like that downstairs."

Jason rose an eyebrow.

"Don't doubt it, that guy seems a little…off." He said, before his eye's widened realizing he said it out loud. Damn drugs.

"Ha, yes, but I love him all the same, have loved him since the day Cutter brought him home." She said, moving to stir the food.

"Cutter brought him home? Like just…"Hey, found him out on the street when I was at the store, lets give him a room?" or like "hey, forgot I had a kid with someone else sweetheart""

Momma laughed again with that loud full laugh.
"Oh no child, he brought him home as a friend. Otis don't got no family and hell we all fell in love with him instantly, especially Baby."

Jason 'hmm'ed politely in reply, taking a swallow from his glass.

"So stabbing a nun got him put in a ward, huh?" Asked Momma, not one for silence, as she forked the bacon in the pan.

Jason's head rose again at being talked too.

"No, that got him…well he'd always been on the unstable list and that got him his first visit. He visited there a couple of times and got put in for like what should have been six months but his lawyer got him out of on one month, he got in trouble for curb stomping a kid for calling me a faggot, and then he got put in permanently, in which we broke him out cause his parents disowned him, refusing to pay for the lawyer again and argue another case."

Momma turned at that.

"They disowned him?" She asked with disbelief.

"Yeah…his mom had taken him back in and tried to love him, but Styx didn't care for that very much. She was all catholic and shit and swore to everyone good laid in Styx, drug him to church and all kinds of shit until he threatened her with a knife to stop with the religion, which by the way were the first words his family herd out of him in three weeks, and then she just gave up, so when his step-dad got fed up with his name being ruined by Styx's insanity and they said they'd put him away for good he let him have a public attorney and said if he got out or got no sentence, they no longer accepted him as a son."

Momma seemed to get a very angered look through this story as she turned quickly back to the bacon.

"Now that just aint right, nobody should ever disown their family, no matter what they do. Families stick together." She swore, flipping the bacon.

Jason gave a slight smile.

"Well, his mom did give him a bunch of money, or set up a private account and gave him the number secretly, the name under someone else at a different bank than his step-dad's. Guess she had faith in us bustin him outta there." Commented Jason, taking another drink from his coffee.

"Still aint right. When that boy wakes up imma tell him he has a place to stay here anytime he wants it, him and his little girlfriend, you all too, nobody disserves to be disowned." Said Momma again, roughly scrambling the eggs in the pan.

Jason's eyes widened.

"Well…thanks…Styx has a place to live, he lives with Sarah, Nox and I, so don't think he's sleepin on the street or nothing." Said Jason, getting concerned he had given the wrong idea.

"Well I don't figured that honey, but it don't do no harm, we all like ya bunch so far, unless you got some problem with us?" She asked, turning to Jason.

Jason's eyebrows rose and he gave a sarcastic smirk.

"Aside from tying us up and trying to kill us? Hell no, nothing wrong at all."
Momma chuckled, turning back to her cooking.

"We didn't mean nuthin by it, we thought you were rabbits, but you done proved us wrong." She commented, adding some milk to the eggs.

Jason's eyebrows rose.

"Rabbits?"

Momma smirked and turned back to him, a rather evil look on her face.