Soft Sculpted Wax
By Jadecoyote
Rated: T
(Author's Note: Its been a while since I have written a good story so I am a bit rusty. I was watching the House of Wax again and thought of this story. If you comment on my spelling and grammar you will be sealed in a wax wall with no matches. This is pre-movie)
The music below the museum played classical Verdi as the sculptor went to work on his latest project, a wax masterpiece. His mother used to tell him that he was so like her in many ways, sculpting wax was one of them. Vincent loved his mother very much, but the one person he looked up to most was his brother, Bo. Vincent and Bo were twins that were conjoined. It was Bo that came out the beast in the surgery, but he couldn't achieve the love that mother gave him. His mother made him a face since he didn't have his own from the surgery. None of this really mattered to him, as long as he had his work he was content, most of the time. Lamenting and silence were two other things that came to him quite easily. What is one to do when shut away from the world like a freak?
Creak, Creak, Creak
.The footsteps upstairs caught his attention and he raised his head almost holding his breath. Many people had come to the town, but were easily taken care of by Bo, because Vincent didn't leave the house often enough to make a contribution to the mass slaughter of the town. Placing his tools down and made his way through the tunnel, passing the generator that screamed its anger. Pulling out the tiny key from his tattered pocket he unlocked the doors to the basement and slipped out. No voices came from the house, but he knew that someone was there. Bending down he looked through the window and glimpsed the intruder.
"Hello I need a telephone, please my car is totaled. I hit some sort of animal" The woman called out in a soprano voice. For a while he watched her knowing that she couldn't see her. This woman's flaxen colored hair clung to her cheek and her eyes were the cover of sapphires like the ones his mom wore around her neck that his father gave her for her birthday. This stranger was dressed in pair of jeans and a black silk blouse that buttoned up in the front.
Melinda looked around at the statues of the wax museum in fascination. In all her twenty two years she had never seen wax sculptors such as these, or anything like this. She had been on her way to her brother's wedding and thought she had found a shortcut. Along the way she had hit a deer or something along it, and now she was worried she would never get there. Hearing the smallest noise she turned her head, strands of her golden hair running down her face. She did see him and he looked back at her quite surprised that she didn't scream. Instead she looked back at him with not an expression of fear or loathing but fascination. Melinda looked at the person at the window wondering if he was a wax figure or a human being. The way he moved told her that he was human. Slowly she approached the window and smiled at him. No she wasn't frightened though he looked disfigured somewhat surreal. Her hand came up and pressed on the glass. As if seeing this as a gesture of friendliness and a new experience Vincent raised his hand and touched the glass as if he were touching her hand, reaching out to another. That moment passed quickly when a bang startled her and she looked away. A man came into the museum, looking back the man who was at the window was gone.
"Hello there. Can I help you?" he said in a voice that held a slight southern accent. Melinda smiled quietly to him and tilted her head to the side.
"I'm sorry. My name is Melinda. Listen my car was totaled on the road and I need to use a phone. I am really sorry for coming in like this though I know it was closed. This work is so beautiful." she commented. Bo smiled warmly to her and offered his hand.
"I'm Bo and I do have a phone at my house if you want to come" he replied. The feeling of relief obviously washed over her as she nodded and started to follow him out of the House of Wax. Pausing she turned her head and looked out that window she saw the other, but saw nothing there. Thinking that she saw was an apparition she followed Bo. On the way to the house she spoke only to him how grateful she was for this unaware of the danger that was to come her way. Still this guy seemed nice and she might be able to get to her brother's wedding after all. There seemed nothing unusual about the house that he brought her too. "This is a nice house, its beautiful" she said as the door for her.
:"Thanks" he said shortly and there was a clinking noise and all she saw was darknessā¦.
Small white lights flashed before her eyes and she first saw shadow before the light. Opening her eyes she tried to move her hands but realized in only a few moments that she was strapped to what looked like a medical bed with restraints. Breathing hard she tried to turn her head, but the pain in her head was too great. The hot florescent lights assaulted her face and made her groan in greater pain. Footsteps caught her attention and she turned her blue eyes.
(To be continued if you want to know what happens next)
