A House of Wax Fanfiction:

*SUMMARY: The sequel to BLACK LILY . . .

Katrina . . . The House of Wax has been destroyed and Katrina Roseau Sinclair has been taken from Ambrose without knowing Vincent's fate. Believing him to be dead, she must use every ounce of her wit to survive . . . pregnant and alone with a past that's come back to haunt her. Can she find a way to ensure the safety of herself and her unborn child?

Vincent . . . With his mother's legacy gone, his home destroyed, and his pregnant wife missing, Vincent Sinclair only has one purpose in life: finding Katrina. Even with Lester's help, the task seems impossible. Will he be able to find her before she is lost to him forever . . . or will she remain only a memory?

Robert . . . He has hated his sister Katrina since they were children, when Robert Roseau realized that his mother loved her best of all. He's made Katrina's life a misery in the past, but it is nothing compared to what he wants to do now. Will he get the revenge he seeks for his father's death and the loss of his mother's love?

Nick . . . He and his sister were the first survivors of the House of Wax and its horrors. While trying to recover from the nightmare, he finds himself drawn to the quiet, pregnant Lily Sinclair, whom he wants to help. Can he convince the troubled girl to forget her past and make a new future . . . with him?

*RATING: M for mature themes, such as gory violence, abuse, strong language, and sexual scenes.

*DISCLAIMER: I don't own the House of Wax or its characters. I am only using them for a little fun . . . please don't sue!

Black Lily Broken

By

Princess Angelita

Chapter 1: Lily

Katrina Sinclair sat in the back of a police car, her forehead pressed against the window. Beside her, Nick Jones shifted uncomfortably in his seat. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her with a strange mixture of concern, worry, and curiosity. His twin sister Carly Jones sat in the front next to the policeman, silently staring out of the window, her injured finger tapping against her scabbing lips.

It had been three days since Katrina, Nick, and Carly had been taken to the Mead Hospital. Three long days in which Katrina had to sit through medical examinations and police questioning. She refused to talk to anyone, her mind racing to figure out a way to get back to Ambrose. The only good thing that had come from her being in the hospital was that she had learned her pregnancy was progressing normally and the baby was healthy.

The policeman who was driving the car that was taking them to the station to make a formal report of what had happened tried to engage her in conversation but she ignored him.

"She doesn't talk," Carly said.

"We've been calling her Lily," Nick said, his eyes still on Katrina.

"It's a damn shame she's so traumatized," the policeman said softly, glancing back at her through the rear view mirror.

"God only knows what those freaks did to her," Carly murmured.

Katrina resisted the urge to punch the girl in her face and contented herself with daydreaming about the punishments she wanted to inflict on her. Her tired blue eyes stared at the stone building that served as the Mead police station as they pulled up to the front door.

Nick jumped out quickly and held the door open for her and she accepted the gesture, even though she hated him. The pregnancy was hard on Katrina's body, especially after the traumatic experience she had just lived through. All three of them looked apprehensively at the building as the cop led them inside.

Once in the room where they would be questioned, Nick pulled out chairs for both girls, and all three took seats at the table. A few moments later, a man came in, introducing himself as Detective Mark Anderson. He laid a tape recorder on the table and sat opposite the others, a serious look on his face.

"This interview will be recorded," Detective Anderson said, pushing the play button on his tape recorder, "and I need each of you to state your full name."

"Nicholas William Jones," Nick said immediately.

Katrina glanced over at him, as his tone sounded as if he was a pro at dealing with policemen. She noted his uncomfortable posture and decided immediately that the young man had been arrested before.

"Carly Amelia Jones," said Carly, frowning at Nick.

The detective looked at Katrina, waiting for her to say her name. She stared down at her hands, refusing to say a word.

"She doesn't speak," Carly said.

Katrina kept staring at her fingers, wondering why the girl took it upon herself to talk for her. "It's not like we're friends," she thought. She closed her eyes as the detective began asking questions, beginning with how Nick and Carly ended up in Ambrose. It wasn't until they told him what had gone on in the House of Wax before they melted that Katrina actually began paying attention.

"We were down in that workshop, where Vincent created the wax people," Carly was saying, "and we saw Dalton in this wax shower sort of thing. It was like Vincent had just waxed him. Nick tried to get him out . . . but . . . but . . . his . . . his head broke off. We couldn't do anything else, because Vincent came in. Nick and I fought him off, and Nick overturned a great vat of boiling wax in front of him so he couldn't follow us."

"It just sort of burst into flames, like an inferno," Nick put in.

Carly nodded before continuing. "Anyway, we ran upstairs . . . that's where I saw . . ." She began to cry into her hands.

"Who did you see?" the detective asked.

"Wade. Wade Thompson," Nick said angrily. "He had already been . . . been . . . waxed. He was sitting at a piano. His face was half chopped off."

"Chopped off how?"

"From his cheek, down to his jaw. You could see all his muscle and half his teeth. Part of his lips was cut off as well . . . like someone had just swiped it off with a knife," Nick said, putting a reassuring hand on Carly's shoulder.

"And then what happened?"

"We went into another room, and that Bo guy was standing there."

"I thought you said you had shot him with arrows."

"I did. There was still a broken piece sticking out of his body, remember? We told you we watched him force Lily to cut it off!" Nick explained, exasperated. He shook his head in wonder. "It was creepy, you know, like nothing could stop him."

"Then Nick attacked him," Carly said quietly, staring at her brother. "I tried to help, but Bo knocked me out. When I woke up . . . it couldn't have been more than a few minutes . . . Bo was strangling Nick. Nick pushed the arrow further into Bo. But somehow Bo pulled a knife on Nick."

"That's when you were stabbed in the right thigh, correct?" Detective Anderson said.

Nick nodded. "Yes. I fell backwards, and Carly hit the fucker in the face with a bat."

The detective turned his attention to Carly. "How many times did you hit him?"

She turned red, looking down at her injured finger. "I don't know," she said softly. "I just kept hitting him and hitting him . . . and then he just stopped moving."

Katrina bit on her tongue to stifle a sob. "So that . . . that is how he died . . ."

Carly swallowed hard, her eyes streaming tears.

"What happened next?" the detective asked calmly.

"That Vincent freak came in, and when he saw Bo was dead, he went after Carly with a knife," Nick said. "They went upstairs."

"I tried to tell him it wasn't his fault!" Carly cried. "I tried to make him realize it was Bo who was the freak. He was an artist! He didn't want to do those things, I could tell! But I could see that Bo ordered him around, that it was Bo's fault!"

Katrina put her fingers on her temples, trying to stifle her cries. "It wasn't! You don't understand at all!" she screamed in her mind. "We all liked killing . . . and this is our punishment for our sin."

"This is getting to Lily," Nick said, glaring at the detective. "She shouldn't have to listen to this shit."

"It's necessary," the detective said. "Maybe it will convince her to tell us her side."

Nick looked furious. He glanced at Katrina with pity.

"Go ahead, Carly," Detective Anderson insisted.

She shot a sad look at Katrina before continuing. "Vincent came at me with the knife. I tried to run out the door, that's when Nick tackled him. I fell down the stairs. I heard Nick calling for me, so I hurried in. Vincent's mask was off; he was trying to kill Nick. Both his hands were on the knife, pushing it down. I did the only thing I could do . . . I pulled the knife from Nick's leg and I stabbed Vincent in the stomach. Nick pushed him off, and Vincent fell through the floor. The wax was melting everywhere . . . we fell through the floor as well. But we fell onto the side, not into the pit of melted wax like Vincent did."

Katrina felt like a knife had been stuck into her heart. "Vincent . . . you're truly gone forever." All hope that he had been alive was washed away with Carly's words. "He could not have survived both a stab wound and drowning in wax. He couldn't have. There's no way. None."

"And Lily must have been a victim as well," Carly finished, motioning towards Katrina. "I'm sure she was raped or something. We saw her there in the town. Once, when we were at the church, she was standing on the porch of that awful house. When that Bo guy walked into the house after Nick shot him, he yelled for her. She came down looking really scared. He made her try and pull out the arrows, yelling at her the whole time. Later on, when Vincent was there, he told her to get upstairs. He was really mean about it, and he locked her in her room. I'm sure she's been victimized by those people, and terribly."

Katrina glanced up, noticing Nick's eyes on her. She quickly looked back down at her fingernails. "They were angry . . ." her thoughts screamed out. "You shot Bo . . . how could anyone talk kindly with two arrows poking out of their body? And Vincent, he was so worried for both Bo and me . . . now he's gone, gone forever."

"You already told me all this and I'm sure she was," the detective said, staring at Katrina with a pitying tone. "Especially since the doctors have found bruises and deep bite marks all over her body. Anyway, in her current condition, we think the best place for her is a hospital or a stay in St. Anne's."

"What's St. Anne's?" Nick asked.

"It's a place where she can be cared for. She may have had a psychotic break, and since she's pregnant, it would be dangerous to allow her to leave our custody. She may need special help. In any case, she's in no condition to care for a child."

Katrina felt rage boil inside her, yet she kept her thoughts to herself. She knew that she had to get away from the police, but for her to suddenly start talking would look suspicious. She couldn't take the chance of the police finding out who she really was. "I just wish they'd stop talking as if I weren't here! What do I do? What the fuck do I do?"

"What did she say her name was?" the detective asked.

"She didn't," Nick answered his eyes on Katrina. "We've been calling her Lily. I've already told you that!"

"How'd you come up with that name?"

"She told us her name was Lily."

"So she does speak?" The detective glanced at Katrina suspiciously.

"Only that one time. When we first pulled her out of that room, actually. She was afraid of us, and afraid that those brothers were alive. She fainted from fear."

Detective Anderson tapped his fingers on his chin, scrutinizing Katrina intently. She refused to look at him, keeping her eyes on her hands. After a few moments passed, he stood up. "If that's all?"

Carly and Nick nodded.

"Will your parents be coming to get you?" the detective asked.

"We aren't sure," Carly admitted. "We haven't been able to get a hold of them."

"I can arrange for a hotel room for the two of you."

"That would be great," Nick said with relief. "What about Lily?"

"I'm going to talk to the St. Anne's director to see if I can get her a bed. You two can visit her there, if you like. It may help get her to talk, if she's talked to you once before. Wait here until I return. Can I bring you back anything?"

"Water, please," Carly answered.

"I'm cool," Nick muttered. "But maybe Lily would like some water too."

Katrina forced her face to remain impassive as she watched the detective leave the room.