Chapter Two: Bo

Vincent was a fucking idiot bo thought as he loaded up his truck for the trip. Bringing a no good smart ass into the house was just asking for trouble with him. He meant it when he said he would cut off her tongue and the bitch wouldn't even see it coming…

He shopped and got back in the truck, it was around noon now. Taking a drag on his cigarette and a swig from a beer he looked at the scars on his wrists. His mother had been a crazy bitch but for a good reason. Trudy Sinclair knew if he got the perfect chance Bo would have killed her himself. But her going crazy and dying on her own was enough for him to be satisfied. He smashed the bottle on the concrete. Coming up fast he noticed was a girl walking on the side of the road. He smirked thinking she was quite pretty in that low cut white dress and brown curly hair.

He pulled along side her giving her his sweetest smile.

"Hey, sugar. You need a ride?"

The girl stopped and looked him over before nodding and she got in the old pickup truck.

"What's your name? I'm Bo." he smiled. He always got his way like this women though he was just the sweetest with his southern hospitality but they were fucking stupid. And they died for it.

She put a hand on her throat and shook her head. Bo smirked, pretty and a mute! How lucky was he? Now no one would hear her screams…

"Well, I'm not too good at sign language but I think I got a pen and paper here somewhere." he opened the glove box while watching the road and handed her the pad and pen. He felt the familiar adrenaline from the hunt he could Imagine how we would kill her have his way with her…slit her throat or chop her to pieces? She held up the pad written on it was 'Zan' short for Suzanne.

"Well, Zan where are you headed?" he got hitchhikers all the ti me how else would they have a whole museum of victims? Vincent always wanted the nicest looking people to wax and make them look presentable. Bo never understood why, he was fine will killing and burning or burying or hell even leaving the body to rot. He had his brothers that's all he cared about and now he had to deal with some bitch of the moment that Vincent kept for some god awful reason. Suzanne held up the pad again 'Nearest phone.' He beamed..

"I got one at my house I gotta go put up these groceries before they spoil lord knows the Mrs would kill me." He saw her visibly relax and this is what he was aiming for this was an important psychological step. The prey had to feel safe. She smiled and nodded. Zan had no idea what was coming…

Lester

He jumped down from his open tailgate to open up one of his many bear traps. They were meant for people but plenty of animals got caught in them everyday. So everyday he went all over the woods scouting and clearing.. Scouting and clearing. He knew these woods like the back of his hand. A buck was caught in this trap. He braced his hands on the cold metal and pried it open not caring about the smell or the blood and guts all over his skin. He was used to it and it was familiar. He was still trying to find out why Bo had let Vince keep Marly.. Unless he intended to get her later. It would be like Andrea that one time only it seemed like Bo was biding his time with this one. Lester shook his head he got along just fine with the both of them . It used to be easier Vince just did whatever Bo said without hesitation but ever since Bo snapped Andreas neck Vincent fought him all the time for independence.

It always led to trouble. He hauled the last deer into the truck and drove to the pit pile where he threw all the carcasses. The smell was enough to overwhelm people who weren't used to it but Lester took in a deep breath and sighed. This was why he was always assigned the dirty work, he chuckled, he never gagged at the smell. On the way back to the house he stopped by the always empty gas station of their almost always empty town, except when unlucky victims traveled through, to hose the blood out of the truck bed. Lester washed it down the drain in the concrete like Bo had shown him when they were just fifteen and seventeen Bo and Vincent being the oldest of course. Lester was twenty five now.. He paused when he heard Bo shout.

"Say goodbye, Darlin!" Bo laughed like a maniac from the woods across the street and he knew some girl got unlucky ..as usual. Lester wasn't all bad he supported his brothers he sympathized for all the people Bo and Vincent killed even the ones that got stuck in his traps but never enough to help them escape. It was too dangerous they would go to the cops once they found out everyone was real people encased in wax made to look like sculptures thanks to Vincent's artistic skills, rotting and not able to move or do anything but look around and moan. Where would they be then? Jail or worse death row and Lester couldn't let that happen so h went about his business.

A few minutes later he saw Bo emerge from the trail dirty, scruffy, covered in blood. He was seen so much like this that it was normal.

"Hose me off." Bo demanded, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Lester did as he was told and Bo changed right there in the street.

"Seen Vince and little Ginger today?" he lit a cigarette.

"He was taking her to get her stuff from their old car." Lester drawled.

"Why would he even give a shit?" he snarled.

"Maybe because he hopes someone other than me will be nicer to him." Lester said honestly.

"I am the way I am for his own good!" Bo shouted. Lester really could understand both of their points of view though. Vincent wants a friend and Bo was trying to make Vince tough because of the way he looked..why he wore the mask..

"I suppose he wants little Marly to replace Andrea." Bo laughed and shook his head. Lester remembered that day all too well.

Lester was walking toward the House of Wax trying to find everyone. It always made him nervous when they both up and disappeared like that made him think the cops got em or worse. He spit his dip on the dirt road until he heard shouting and a girl screamed. Another hitchhiker already? He ran up to see Bo and Vincent facing each other off eye to eye sizing each other up. There was a small, petite, girl hiding behind Vincent .. Was he protecting her? She had red curly hair and brown eyes and was dirty unkempt but that didn't cover up the fact that she was pretty.

"What's going on?" Lester asked, coming up behind Bo.

"This freak is going to get us caught!" he yelled and spat on the ground. "He's been hiding her in his workshop all day! What if she escaped and told somebody?!"

"Vince..," Lester started. "Bo is right we could all fry for this.."

Vincent turned towards him.

"Why do you always side with him!" But before Lester could answer Bo had grabbed the girl she let out a piercing shriek but it was cut off quick with the snap of her neck her dead body fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

Vincent was silent for weeks refusing to talk to either of them he never waxed her but buried her instead out in the woods he even made a thick wax unmarked gravestone for her. Lester went back a few times to look for it but had never found it..

"And will you snap her neck too?" Lester asked dead serious.

"We'll see where it goes this one has a backbone I've already seen it." he smiled.

Marly

"I found my bag." I said quietly. I didn't tell him I had shoved a few of my friends things in it also. James' pocketknife, Wren's necklace and Alex's jacket it still smelled like him and I put it on to block out the cold. The snow was already melting due to the sudden temperature rise it had to be almost seventy degrees now. We had walked in awkward silence the whole way through the endless woods. I kept thinking if I ran away now would I make it? I didn't want to chance it with my stitches. Vincent was staring at me from behind his wax mask and he frightened me to the bone. Just his appearance the way he hid behind it or did he wear it just to look menacing? Vincent was slightly built like he lifted weights and he was tall I only came up to his chest his hair was long, well kept and black as coal.

"Why did you try to convince Bo to leave me be that night?" I blurted before I could stop and my face burned. He stared at me a few more seconds and then started walking back the way we'd come. I was rooted to the spot staring at him walk stealthily quiet.

"If you try to run..I will cut your throat and leave you here to bleed out.. Come." he said, looking at me over his shoulder. I gulped and silently made my way so again we were walking side by side. If only she had known that in that silence Vincent was thinking

' Because of Andrea, you remind me of my sweet Andrea..,"