Where the River Flows

A House of 1000 Corpses/Devils Rejects Fanfiction

By: Butterfly Wolf

Disclaimer: I only own Jason, Nox, Styx, Sarah, and Lithium. Everything else is owned by Rob Zombie and the film producers. I make absolutely no money!

Authors note: Please god don't kill me! I'm so sorry it took so long, and I am so sorry it's so short! I sweat I will post something else soon, I just thought that you'd all waited more than enough for something and thought I'd post something tonight. I'm sorry but this is like the most unfilling part of the tale in this story so I'm kinda winging it, the story itself is completely planned out, its just this is the 'fucking around' period. PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGIES! AND THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS! PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING!

"We should probably unload the car today." Said Jason, taking a bite of what he had left/

Otis raised an eyebrow at him.

"why the hell would you need to do something like that? Afraid we gonna steal yer shit?" He asked, sounding almost like he wouldn't actually do something like that. Even Momma had the decency to raise an eyebrow at her adopted boy.

Jason did too as he looked at him.

"No…I just have several weapons and items I am particularly attached too…like, say my golden pistol Sarah got me, or Sarah's Gladiator Dagger, you know, SEXY STUFF!" Yelled Jason suddenly, earning a slap at the back of the head from Nox.

"Quit your bitchen and eat, ya druggie. You neither of you need them – you both have daggers and guns." She said, taking a sip of her milk.

Momma turned to look at her, also taking a sip from her drink.

"And you don't?" Asked the older woman, her eyebrow still raised. Nox felt a little odd getting that look from a off-duty prostitute in that skimpy of a dress.

"I don't have any guns – but I have seven knives, two of which are long-knives." Explained Nox, a small unnerving smirk upon her face.

Momma seemed to look even more curious, so Sarah explained.

"Nox is one of the best knife fighters in the area, she doesn't really believe in guns. She says it – " And she was abruptly cut off, Nox setting down her glass almost dramatically as she pulled herself to her full height, gaining more attention amongst the room.

" – that guns take away the true meaning of death. Once you can deal death at a distance, the true impact of it is lost. Your not watching the actual affects." She explained, her once unnerving grin started to get terrifying. In fact, it was enough to make Jason shudder.

"Eh…odd." He said, taking another bite.

"Aw fuck you, that bitch has a point. Shootin's easy. Kniven aint." Muttered Otis, going to get another bite, causing Momma to smile.

"Aww, you see you guest has my boy eatin! Aint that nice!" Said Momma, moving to touch Otis on the head in that motherly fashioned. Of course, while Otis sneered and tolerated it, Jason gave him the biggest shit-eating grin he could.

"Ohh, snookums, don't like the attention? Would you like me to wipe that bit of sauce off your cheek?"
"Shut the fuck up you mother – "

"Boys." Said Sarah, glancing between the two of them.

"is 'Kniven' even a word?" asked Jason, another grin upon his face.

"JASON!"
"WHAT?!"

"SHUT UP!"

"The hell is all this racket!" yelled Grampa, apparently not all interested in the proceedings.

"Aw, the children and the guest are just playin." Said Momma, waving her hand dismissively, causing a snort from Nox in the corner. Grampa on the other hand didn't take any interest.

"Well if they were playin right they'd all be tied up in the basement."
"Grampa watch yer tongue!"

"Cant see it bitch!"

"Well I can." Intergected Jason, turning his head at an odd angle for emphasis.

"And I think you need to brush more."

"Why you annoying, little…- " Luckily, Momma cut in before Grampa had fully pulled his pistol from his hoister.

"GRAMPA!"