HOUSE OF WAX
by ViciousFiction
BASED ON: [Movie] House of Wax: 2005
RATING: M +
WARNING: (Aside from obvious spoilers), possible rape, non-con, bdsm, violence… I haven't quite decided yet, but if icky shit freaks you out you're in the wrong place. I always seem to threaten the worst then write the tamest fics ever, so this is just precautionary mostly.
*DISCLAIMER: I adore the movie House of Wax, and have chosen to share my adoration for the characters and their universe here on good old fanfictiondotnet by violating all of them with this maniacal story you're about to read. However, I do not own any of them or the original tale from which they came. I just think it shoulda' had more rapey scenes… You totally know which scene I'm referring to. This is for all of you likeminded pervs out there that also find Bo insanely hot.
SIDE NOTE: I absolutely despise OCs and will never use them as predominant characters or in pairings; they are merely target practice for other characters. Pawns to be abused like the little bitches they are… You can breathe a sigh of relief now.
And most importantly, thank you for reading! :) On with the show!
- o - o - o - o -
The Church of Ambrose sits just outside the town square; a historical landmark and glorifying building with a steeple that's as tall as the sky. To further set the scene, delicate organ music could be heard behind the sturdy ivory front doors, while a priest's voice softly muffled by the tune was revelling in the honour of a small town's recent dearly departed.
Standing by the base of the steps, two outsiders were exchanging awkward glances, both at a loss for words. One of them, a feminine and petite woman with dishevelled brown hair named Carly, was sporting an oversized white wife-beater with her hands wedged firmly into the front pockets of her jeans. While Carly's boyfriend Wade, a slender man who just about towered over her, wore a grey long-sleeved striped shirt blended in with his jeans. Anxiously clutching at the sleeves in his hands, he too had brown hair, with a sweeping side fringe only narrowly missing his eyes. Wade shook his head, encouraging his hair further up his forehead. "I feel kind of messed up waiting outside a church for a funeral to end…"
The heavy doors of the church swung open to reveal a disturbed, but very well dressed man. His dark brown hair was slicked back off his face, while the stylish black suit he was wearing made for a stark contrast against the white backdrop of the church.
Wade kept his sleeve clasped in his right hand as he reached up to his forehead, "Hey, man, sorry about walking in." He avoided looking him right in the eyes, nervously rubbing his thumb against his temple. "We didn't know…"
"You shouldn't have walked in." The mysterious stranger responded flatly, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up.
"Yeah, I know. It's just that we have car trouble," Wade attempted to reason, "we're not from this town–"
Carly piped in, "We were looking for Bo. He works at the gas station…"
"You found him." Bo took a long draw from his cigarette, avoiding eye contact with either of them.
"Really?" Wade edged slightly closer, feeling relieved to finally be getting somewhere. "Well, we need a fan belt. We were camping up the road and…"
"A fan belt?" He breathed in deeply, holding the cigarette tightly between his lips, adjusting his fingers to avoid any falling ash.
"Yeah."
"You interrupt a funeral for a fuckin' fan belt?" Bo snarled, "Let me just go dump the casket in the ground. I'll be right there."
Carly offered her hand sympathetically, "Look, we're sorry–"
He rolled his eyes in response, taking one final drag and tossing his cigarette to the ground, "Yeah, I can tell." Without looking back, he stormed back into the church, leaving Carly and Wade to exchange even more awkward glances.
Wade sighed, "That's twice today, I'm an asshole." He shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling defeated. "Let's just go back to the road..."
The familiar sound of the church doors swinging open caught their attention, "Hey…"
"Hey," Bo had calmed since their previous exchange, "I'm sorry. You know, someone very special to me passed. And I didn't mean to take it out on you."
"No, no, no!" Carly nodded sympathetically, "It's totally understandable."
Bo's smile tilted to the side, almost into what could only be described as a mischievous smirk; his eyes lingered on her lips for a fraction of a second before responding. "I reckon things will wrap up soon." He eased the tension between them and continued, "Why don't I meet you guys back at the station in about a half?"
Wade watched on as Carly approved, "That'd be great! If that's okay…"
"Yeah." He nodded, and gave them one last glance. He made his way back up the stairs and into the church.
Carly smiled happily as she turned to Wade, only to find him looking unpleasantly disgruntled. "Great," he rolled his eyes.
"What?" She was oblivious.
"Nothing," Wade sighed unenthusiastically. "Looks like your fan club's gotten a little bigger." He turned and began walking down the path away from the church.
"Are you serious?" She snapped, storming in front of him to block his path.
He shrugged, "Yeah, I am serious."
Carly leaned in, motioning for him to elaborate.
"It's obvious Dalton still has a crush on you."
"Oh, my god!" She groaned, exasperated, "Okay, that's three times today. You're an asshole." After deciding to just let it go, Carly changed the subject. "Let's go see your famous house of wax."
Wade and Carly both well into the street by now, walked side by side, "But I'm still your favourite asshole, right?" He responded cheekily, brushing up beside her and wrapping an arm around her bare shoulders.
"Always."
- o - o - o - o -
The skies had darkened rather quickly that evening on account of winter setting in. Bo eyed the couple through the tinted windows from outside the gas station, as they rummaged through the fan belts on the wall, amused that the one they were looking for they wouldn't find there. His eyes lingered on Carly for a moment; her subtle curves complimented her tiny frame, reminding him of her lips, even though she had her back to him. 'Those lips…'
"You plan on stealing that?"
They both jumped, Wade stepping in front of Carly protectively, "No. We didn't know how much longer you were going to be and you know, we didn't wanna interrupt again."
Bo remained silent; he enjoyed watching Wade as he squirmed.
"I left you money on the counter," he added, he held out the next size up, "but you don't even have the right size. You don't have any 15 inches"
"I do at the house," he said matter-of-factly.
Carly grimaced, hoping to reason with him, "Look, I hope you're not getting the wrong idea that we're in here…"
"No, it's okay."
"Does that cover it?" Wade hoped, gesturing towards the money he'd left behind.
Bo smiled, "It's close enough," he flicked through the scrunched up notes from the counter. "Why don't we get the one you need? It's only a couple of blocks."
"Yeah, alright," Carly agreed, eagerly hoping to get on with it.
Wade was a little unsure, "You keep fan belts at your house?"
"I get things delivered there when I'm not here," he was beginning to sense Wade's distrust, "If you wanna hold onto the 16 inch that's fine by me –"
Carly interrupted, "No, no, no! It's okay."
Bo felt slightly intrigued by Carly's agreeableness, relieved that she was so willing to naïvely follow his plans. He had a flash of the room beneath them… hanging chains and duct tape at the ready…
"Hey, do you mind if I use your restroom real fast?" Wade interrupted his train of thought.
"Oh, up at the house. That one's out of order." He held the door for them and they began the short walk for Bo's house.
- o - o - o - o -
"So is it too late to sign Carly up for that beauty pageant?" Wade nudged her, with a broad smile.
Bo chuckled, "Now, unfortunately it is, because you would've won hands down," he allowed his eyes to wander for a moment.
Carly blushed, "Thank you…"
They passed by the house of wax and she shuddered, "You okay?" Bo smiled invitingly at her.
"Yeah I'm fine, we just went in there while we were waiting, and it was so creep–"
"I thought it was pretty cool," Wade interrupted.
"You went inside?" Bo gave them an incredulous look.
He shrugged, "Yeah, it was unlocked, so, you know…"
"Everything seems to be unlocked around you, now don't it?" Bo raised an eyebrow at him, Wade simply shrugged in response.
After a brief history lesson about the town and how the house of wax made its claim to fame, the three of them reached Bo's house at the top of the hill.
His truck sat in the driveway, "Hey, why don't you two hop in?" Bo suggested. "I'll go get the fan belt, and I'll give you a lift to your car."
"No, actually, we've got friends picking us up where the road's washed out," Wade was truly beginning to feel weird about all the generosity. In fact, he hadn't really thought about it until now, but aside from Bo, they hadn't really encountered anyone else out and about.
"I'll give you a lift there then, least I can do for making y'all wait."
"Cool."
- o - o - o - o -
A small white phone was captivating Carly as she sat waiting patiently in Bo's truck.
She was busy trying to achieve the latest high score in snake when she heard the creak of the flyscreen door shut, while the sound of heavy boots trudged along the front wooden patio, thudding with every step.
Bo stopped at the top of the stairs and squinted down into the front seat of the ute where Carly was sitting. He rearranged a bucket filled with car parts underneath one arm and readjusted his truckers cap with his free hand. He'd changed out of his suit and into a long sleeved black button up shirt with plain black pants. The porch light shone brightly behind him, masking his eyes in shadow underneath his hat.
Carly rolled down the window, something in her stirred seeing him dressed this way, but she tried to ignore it, feeling a little disappointed that it wasn't her boyfriend who'd emerged from the house. "Where's Wade?" She forced her phone in her pocket, disappointed that she'd missed the high score by only several points.
Bo rearranged his footing, "What, he's not out here?"
The porch light flickered subtly, then silent, still, darkness. Carly tensed up, unsure whether to move or run for it, she worried about Wade alone in the house getting lost in the dark though and thought better of it. "What just happened?" She shoved open the passenger door and sprang from the truck.
There was a thud as Bo's bucket of car parts landed on the porch. "If you don't mind waiting 'ere, I'll see if I can find him." He chuckled, "I could walk through this house blindfolded. We don't need two casualties in there if he's got himself lost or injured."
Carly chewed on her bottom lip nervously, causing a sliver of saliva to reflect in the moonlight. "Alright. But if you're not out in 5 minutes I'm coming in…"
'Unf,' Bo struggled to resist the urge to grab her face in his hands and bite her lips off. He could only imagine how soft they were going to feel… "Should only be a second." He smiled at Carly through the darkness before disappearing back into the house.
- o - o - o - o -
Moments previously, Wade had been preoccupied rinsing his hands in the sink and begun shaking off the excess water in an attempt to dry them. Glancing around the room he noticed that instead of the usual bathroom décor you might find, like toothbrush and toothpaste, Bo's bathroom was filled with candles. Some were melted and carved into odd shapes, covering more than half the surface off the sink, while others appeared to be emerging from the walls surrounding the edges of the vanity mirror; they almost seemed to mimic the way fluorescent bulbs were found around makeup tables. 'Odd.' Wade pondered. He leaned in towards them and took in a deep breath. It was a familiar smell, similar to lavender. 'What is with this town's weird obsession with wax?' he mused.
There was a box of matches wedged in between two candles to his right on the sink. It was partly open to reveal several matches still inside, piquing Wade's curiosity even further. 'I'm sure it wouldn't hurt if I lit a few of these…'
He turned back towards the bathroom door, with the intention of turning off the lights for effect. However, to Wade's surprise, and dismay, the room plunged into darkness all on its own. A surge of panic washed over him, "Bo?" he called out, his voice hoarse.
Relief washed over him as his fingers grazed along the sandy edge of the box of matches in his hand; he turned around to face the mirror, prying one from the box. Wade struck the match against the side. A small flame flickered at the tip, providing minimal lighting. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand. A gasp escaped his lips. He couldn't believe what he was seeing in the reflection, defiant that he would have noticed or heard it if someone had snuck up behind him. But there he was. Blocking the doorway stood a stocky, tall, and ghostly figure; his long dark hair cloaking pits of darkness where his eyes should have been. A stern and solemn expression plastered the stranger's face.
"Who are you? Where is Bo?" Wade spun to face him, but the stranger didn't move, or speak.
Without noticing, the flame had swiftly danced down the matchstick. "Ouch!" The room sank back into darkness as the fire came into contact with his fingers.
Before he could respond, there was a loud thump as the stranger's knife handle collided with the side of Wade's head. After multiple blows to the face he was dripping with blood, and sent spiralling into unconsciousness. A loud thud followed shortly behind as his body collapsed in a heap on floor. The stranger reached down and grabbed hold of his wrist, tugging on his arm. He dragged him across the cold tile floor until he felt Wade's body jolt, along with a loud popping sound. He looked down to inspect the damage. A dislocated shoulder. While it certainly wasn't a deterrent in the scheme of things, he decided it'd be easier just to carry him, and quickly scooped the lifeless body into his arms.
- o - o - o - o -
"Have you given him the sedative?" Bo stumbled upon the stranger carrying Wade's body down the stairs towards the basement.
The stranger shook his head, but did not stop or turn to look at Bo.
Bo snarled, "Change of plans Vincent, bring him back upstairs –"
Unlike the rest of the house, this looming hallway was filled with lit candles, providing a horribly eerie glow for the two of them. Vincent shook his head and motioned towards his victim's dislocated shoulder.
"I 'aint gonna tell you twice!" Bo charged down after Vincent and began pushing him back up the stairs. "That girl's gonna barge in here looking for him any second now. And I ain't finished with her yet."
With an audible sigh, Vincent turned around and headed back to the lounge room.
"Just dump him on the couch, and give me the sedative. I need you to hide!" The two brothers rushed to set the scene, while Vincent did his best not to bang Wade's head on every wall he passed or do any more damage to his shoulder. Once in the lounge room, he did as Bo asked and stretched out Wade's limp body on the couch. He fumbled around in several different pockets before he managed to retrieve a dauntingly large needle from inside his jacket. Bo snatched the sedative from his hand. "Get!" he sneered, motioning with his head for Vincent to scram. Within seconds he had vanished from sight.
The front door screen groaned open, which meant Carly, was no longer happy sitting out on the sidelines. "Where's Wade?" her voice echoed through the front entrance.
"In here!" Bo called out in response. Using his mouth, he quickly removed the lid from the syringe and jammed it into the side of Wade's neck, injecting the sedative.
"I'm not entirely sure where 'in here' is…" she said meekly.
Bo peered at Wade through the darkness, 'You have no idea how good you
had it.' He looked up in Carly's general direction. "If you wait there just a second, I'll be there to guide you."
"Okay…"
With the tip of his boot, Bo kicked the empty syringe underneath the couch and made his way over to the front door. "I'm coming." His thoughts turned dirty.
"Where is he? Is he hurt?" Carly's voice wavered; she reached out into the darkness in an attempt to find Bo. It didn't take long until she was clutching at his forearm. "Let me see him."
And just like that, the lights flickered back on.
"Well don't I feel a little like the lord Jesus himself…" Bo chuckled, mentally thanking Vincent for his impeccable timing turning the power back on.
Carly bounded over to the couch, bumping a few knick-knacks along the way. "Wade!"
He lay in complete silence, unmoving and unresponsive.
"Are you okay? Bo, what's happened to him?" her bottom lip quivered, panic stricken. "His arm! Oh god! What happened to his arm?"
'She has got to have some of the most animated lips I've ever seen…' Bo shook his head, "My guess is he tripped down them stairs when the lights went out." He frowned sympathetically. "I carried him over here; I'm worried about that there dislocated arm."
"We need to get him to a hospital!" Carly started wedging herself under his armpit, attempted to manoeuvre him over her shoulder. "Are you going to help me?"
Bo put a sympathetic hand on her back, "I don't think that's such a good idea. You could do even more damage…"
"But we've got to do something!" She snapped.
"What's the rush?" Bo said calmly.
"He's injured!"
"Ain't nothing we can do for him till morning, the nearest hospital ain't for miles. Might as well let him sleep it off. You're both safe here for the time being."
Carly was clearly exasperated. "But –"
"But nothin', we can leave Wade here and go meet your friends where the road's washed out. Let them know what's going on. Hell, there's room for all o' you here. I've got a few spare rooms."
If it hadn't been for the distress, Bo's generosity would be cause for alarm, "Are you sure? You've done so much for us already…"
"Least I can do," he smiled, but as he watched her turn away, his lips turned upwards into that same mischievous, tilted smirk from earlier.
"I'd really like to see my friends, they'll be there by now…" Carly hesitated, but felt safer picturing Nick and Dalton by her side. Even if Bo hadn't given them any reason to panic, there was something creepy about this place.
"Let's go."
The lights turned out again, plunging the room back into darkness "Sorry about that. Town's power supply's seen better days…"
"Does this happen all the time?" Carly froze, standing beside the couch.
"No," Bo said flatly. "But I have a generator down at the station we could use."
Carly shivered, feeling Bo creep up beside her in the dark. "What –"
"Take my hand," he said slyly. "I'll guide you through the maze of junk."
Carly hesitated, holding her hands close to her chest. Bo edged closer, and before she could utter a refusal, Bo reached by her chest and slid his hand into hers. Using a tight and secure grip, he enjoyed how soft her skin felt in his hand. 'Why don't you just do it now…' His thoughts were turning against him. Pondering the possibility of skipping the awkward pleasantries, he reasoned with the maniacal and smirked to himself. 'Because it will be oh so much sweeter if she thinks she wants it first.'
"Will Wade be okay in here by himself–"
"Sure."
Bo brushed his thumb against the back of Carly's hand consolingly, "We'll sort this mess out."
She cringed, wishing he'd stop. "I don't remember it feeling this far when I walked in."
"To be fair, you did knock down a lot of my things when you came in earlier…"
"Oh," she blushed, "Yeah, sorry about that..."
"Anyway, we're here," he let go of her hand and opened the front door. "After you."
Carly grabbed the hand he let go, clasping it with her free hand. She hadn't really held hands with anyone other than Wade for a long time...
"Is there enough light to make your way to the truck?" he asked.
She remembered her phone in her pocket, shuddering to herself that she could have used it moments previously to light her way through the lounge room instead of allowing Bo to guide her. She focused the light emitting from the screen onto the ground making sure not to trip over anything and made her way to his truck, feeling at ease to be outside again.
"We better get a move on, your friends are probably wonderin' where y'are." He collected the few bits and pieces that had fallen onto the porch in his bucket and threw them into the back of the ute.
- o - o - o - o -
[A/N: I hope this wasn't terrible, it's been nearly 7 years since I last wrote fanfiction, so I'm a little rusty... Let me know if you enjoyed it :)!]
To be continued…