A new story! I promised myself I wouldn't start anything new till I'd at leats gotten more of my other stories done but it looks like I'm crap at keeping promises so... here is another story! I hope you like it, it's kindda like I Wanna Play A Game in the sense that it's based on a horror film, this time House Of Wax, who woulda thunk it heyy? So erm enjoy!
P.S. I know it may not make sense because the Sanctuary is no longer in the Wax Works but you can overlook that fact right? For me? Please?
There is a Wax Works museum in the heart of Dublin, everyone knows that.
In the Wax Works museum there is a secret underground bunker where some of the most important mages work, not everyone knows this though.
Our story starts in the underground bunker, the Sanctuary to give it its full title. A man called Staven Weeper was briskly walking through the darkness of the Sanctuary.
He was not a particularly important man in the Sanctuary, mainly given the jobs no one else wanted to do, but he didn't mind; it was a job after all and Weeper wasn't the type of man who complained about anything really.
He was hurrying through the dark corridors of the Wax Works by now and was thinking about what he was going to do tonight; he might ring Amanda and ask if she fancied a pizza. He smiled when he thought of his Amanda; a girl who's face was maybe too round, and her figure too tall and broad, but Weeper found himself falling more and more in love with her everyday.
So he walked faster and faster everyday home from work just to spend more and more time with her, it was getting him in trouble, but doesn't love do that to you? He rounded the corner and stopped. He grumbled seeing the "out of order" sign on the door he usually took to get him home quicker.
Guess it's the long way home for you old Staven, he thought to himself determined to keep in a good mood. The silent wax models watched him with their glazed eyes as he moved quickly past him. Despite himself Weeper found himself shivering and felt the feel of ice cold fear creep into the pit of his stomach.
He turned down another dark corridor, darker than the last, hesitating only a moment before shaking off the feeling of fear and continuing on, thinking about what pizza he would order for himself when he got home.
Only Staven Weeper never made it home that night.
He turned too late to stop the lead pipe come whacking down on his head and was too weak to stop someone dragging his nearly unconscious form along the floor. The eyeless gaze of the wax figures watched as he was dragged back the way he came and though a door. As the door swung shut after him they saw the sign on it, Out Of Order.
How was that? As always It'll take me awhile to get the story going but I quite like this so I hope you do too, Review please it'd be awesome XD