Where the River Flows

A House of 1000 Corpses/Devil's Rejects fanfiction

By: Butterfly Wolf

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

Authors note: sorry about how long it took to update, Little Firefly I knew was going to be short, its sequel however will not be and I swear Where the River Flows will start being regularly updated again.

Jason slowly limped his way back up the stairs, his sad eyes locked with the empty bowl in his arms.

Hearing the sound of someone pretty much hopping on one foot up a stairway, Sarah got back out of her seat for Jason to sit down. Well, it wasn't out of kindness, oh hell no. Sarah just didn't want to have to redo his stitches, and when Otis gave her a stunned look she explained the lack of kindness behind the meaning, to which, Otis shrugged and went back to eating, Momma giving a chuckle as Jason made his way into the room, his head still down as he stared at the empty bowl.

"Aw, poor baby, did the speedy mute eat all your cookie dough?" Cooed Sarah teasingly, Jason's head finally rising as he looked at her with a pout.

"I feel cheated." He muttered, limping over dejectedly to the offered stool, Otis laughing.

"That's what you get for being a prick." He said, taking another bite of the little bit of food he had put on his plate. Turning to Otis with an absolutely stunned look, Jason opened his mouth in awe for a moment.

"This is coming from someone who ranks up the top ten biggest assholes I have ever met!" He said, still giving Otis a bewildered look, Sarah giving a chuckle as Otis gave a glare at Jason, one that would send a hundred girls back screaming, made Jason raise an eyebrow and smirk.

"You know its true."

DING

Momma turned to the oven, reaching in to retrieve the cookie's as she sat sheet out on a pot holder, so not to burn through the counter as she went to turn the oven off.

Otis instantly reached for one, Sarah, remembering something, quickly grabbed his wrist before he could get it, ignoring his angered look as she turned to Jason.

"These aren't…Lithium level one cookies, are they?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at her friend.

"Nope. Left my pot in the car." Said Jason, in an almost proud voice, but Sarah just gave him a more suspicious of a look.

"These aren't Lithium level TWO cookies, are they?"

"No, I didn't bring any X-lax." Said Jason, grabbing a now somewhat cooled cookie and taking a bite, Otis shrugging Sarah off as he quickly grabbed one, taking a bite as he looked at her with a angered look. She merely rolled her eyes before grabbing one of the cookies, taking a small and untrusting bite.

"Any human left over's on the cookie sheet?" asked Sarah suddenly, looking over at Momma who was also happily munching on a cookie. Momma grinned a sly grin.

"Oh now honey, you know I cant promise you that."

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"I smell COOKIES!" was Baby's screech as she came hopping down the stairs, stopping to ruffle Jason's hair with a knowing and evil smirk at his annoyed look before grabbing a cookie and happily munching as she went to stand next to her mother.

"Honey, you should go tell Grampa we got cookies, you know his senses don't work as well as they use too." Said Momma, looking at her, Baby giving a pout.

"Awwww, cant yew make Tiny or RJ do it?" she whined, grabbing another cookie greedily.

"Yew can go get Tiny if yew wish but RJ aint up yet. Be my little angel?" asked Momma, giving her daughter a look that made Baby instantly obey.

"Oh alright." She bounced off to Grampa's room to get him awake.

Jason gave a scowl.

"Hope that old man don't like cookies like he likes chicken, because I fight for cookies."

Said Jason, putting his arms up protectively over his plate, Momma turning toward him with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh honey, Grampa loves all desserts, and he's a damn good thief when he wants to be one."

Jason scowled even greater, his eyes shifting as he waited for the man to enter the room.

Suddenly, the pitter patter of feet running up the basement steps was herd again, and Jason's eye instantly went wide as he dropped his head down to block all possible access to his cookies, but he wasn't the target this time.

Styx ran into the room, now dressed, with a huge smirk and a empty hand as he ran over to the cookie sheet, snagging two and one from an unsuspecting Otis, who merely felt a breeze and noticed a missing cookie before Styx was on the other side of the room munching happily.

Sarah looked over the room with a grin.
"Your old man might be a good thief, but he aint got nuthin on Styx the Incredible-."

Authors note: Sorry its short, the next one is already started.