HOUSE OF WAX
by ViciousFiction
BASED ON: [Movie] House of Wax: 2005
RATING:M +
- o - o - o - o -
Towering trees lined the edges of the clearing, their leaves rustling silently in the wind. Unlike the previous night, the campground only had two campers, with a much calmer, romantic atmosphere. The fire had been relit, as if they'd never left, while two empty camping chairs sat unoccupied beside it. A sizzling orange glow radiated from the fire, extending several feet away, casting the rest of the clearing into heavy shadow.
Only one tent had been set up though, and inside, an athletic man with dark complexion lay on his back. Blake's arms were nestled behind his head propping it up. He was shirtless, with only white trousers on to keep him warm.
Music drifted into the tent from outside, "The way you move your body babe, it drives me wild…"
Paige was standing up inside the tent, a long-limbed, flowing blonde, she was holding onto the zipper of her blue sports jacket suggestively. It didn't quite cover her entire torso though, hinting at a firm, flat stomach underneath. She slid the zip all the way to the bottom, opening it slyly. Underneath, a formfitting red boobtube exposed even more of her, teasingly. She encouraged the rest of the jacket to slide off her shoulders, sending it sprawling to the floor. Cheekily, she turned away, glancing back over her shoulder at him. Pressing her thumbs underneath the top hem, she practically had to wrestle it over her generously sized breasts.
"Sexy, and you don't even know it babe…"
Paige was facing him now, curls resting delicately on her perfectly tanned shoulders. Her thumbs were still gripping onto her boobtube at the front. She stretched it over her hips, bending over slightly to get it passed her knees, giving Blake a fantastic view of her perky breasts dangling in front of him.
"Go on, get down, get funky, baayybbee…"
With several glorious pendulum swings, she wiggled her pants over her hips to reveal the rest of her matching underwear. Biting down on her bottom lip, she lightly tugged on the front of her scarlet panties suggestively.
"Come here, sexy…" Blake pressed his lips together in appreciation, and beckoned Paige over with his finger in a come-hither motion.
- o - o - o - o -
"Wade…" Carly leaned over, kissing his cheek gently. She pulled back and watched as tears rolled silently down his face. "Please don't make me leave you like this again," she pleaded, her voice choked.
The man hadn't moved a muscle, and was still looking on intently. His face was frozen and expressionless. If she hadn't known better, she would have mistaken him for one of the wax figures.
Carly gritted her teeth; the sadness she felt towards Wade was being overcome with frustration the longer he stared at them. "What do you want from us?!" She shrieked in his direction, standing up to guard Wade.
At least this made him stir, she thought as he shifted his weight off the door frame. Her hands balled into fists by her sides, getting ready to attack if she had to.
The man, on the other hand, wasn't heading in her direction, but began trudging towards the front door.
"Please, help us," Carly pleaded, "I just want to take Wade to a hospital," she eyed him painfully. When he didn't turn back, she scanned the room anxiously, hoping to find something she could fend him off with. However, amidst the newspapers and old magazines, nothing really stood out. One final sweep of the room and she noticed a fireplace on the wall behind them. It looked out of place in the dishevelled room, with a beautiful concrete décor lining the edges. Or was it wax? Her mind was racing; she didn't have time to speculate. The mantel piece above it was littered with dusty old photo frames, most positioned haphazardly on display. From the distance, some of the photos looked very familiar. Her eyes moved downwards, hoping to find a poker, anything... but to her dismay, it was just an empty, dusty mess.
As the man grew closer to the door, she remembered the dog waiting obediently out on the front patio. He must have heard the man's boots as he stomped across the lounge room, because his familiar bark ensued enthusiastically through the door.
"No. Listen to me –" she flustered. Her eyes fluttered to Wade, whose eyes were glued on her.
The man reached for the door handle and Carly continued, "No! He'll attack us!" If this mysterious man had been capable of expression, she assumed the look he'd give them now, in that moment, would be one of pure malice.
However, to Carly's surprise, instead of twisting the door knob and letting the dog inside, his hand slid down for the deadbolt. He twisted the knob between his fingers, a subtle click assuring her the door was locked. Except now, instead of dealing with a hungry, rabid dog, she was stuck negotiating with a man with far less obvious intent.
"You don't need to do this," Carly stepped back, stumbling slightly on a small stack of magazines that had been left on the floor behind her. "Really, we won't cause you any trouble, just let us leave –"
The man didn't move, and was paused by the door, looking over at her. She couldn't place the kind of expression he might be masking this time. Were her pleas getting through to him? Whatever had been mulling over in his mind, it didn't last. He shook his head, and lumbered over to Wade's body on the couch.
Carly stared at him apprehensively, "If you don't let me take him now, that psycho out there is going to find us!" She searched desperately amidst his hollow eyes for even an inkling of pity as he bore towards them. "Please!"
He was over to them in a flash, and without a second thought, the man knelt down beside Wade, carelessly manoeuvring his dislocated arm over his shoulder. "Mmmnoooo!" Wade's voice cracked in pain at the violation.
"No! Stop! You're hurting him!" Carly cried, and lunged forward, grabbing at the man's arms.
He dropped Wade uncaringly, his head pounding against the arm of the couch. "Carly, run–" Wade's voice was strained.
"Wade!" she was so happy to hear his voice that for a split second, she forgot about the giant ogre of a man standing between them. He towered over her, and with an insurmountable amount of power, his hands slammed into her chest. There was enough force to send her entire body flying several feet backwards. So far backwards, that with an unnerving and shatteringly loud crack, her back collided with the concrete mantel piece above the fireplace. She wished it had been made of wax. The impact was enough to shake the entire wall, sending several of the photo frames down with her, shattering on the floor.
Carly coughed and spluttered, her breathing had been reduced to short sharp bursts of air. "Wade –" she struggled to prop herself up, feeling very incoherent.
She couldn't see him behind the man's body, and he didn't respond. "Wade?"
Carly's body was slowly coming out of shock, the throbbing in her back competing with the sharp pain of glass in her hands from propping herself up. "Please don't do this..."
She summoned enough strength to look up at him, and in the few moments she had been down and out, the man must have rendered Wade unconscious, his body lying limply in his arms. "No…" she whimpered, her voice trailing off.
Slumping back down to the floor, she picked up one of the photo frames. Careful not to cut her fingers on the broken shards of glass, she swept away the dust with her fingers. She recognised the man and woman from the newspaper clippings on the wall in the house of wax; Trudy and her husband were standing proudly in front of Bo's house. Another photo on the ground caught her eyes, except this one had the two young boys in it – the boys from Bo's history lesson, she assumed. Carly dropped the one she was holding and quickly reached for it instead. Blowing on the dust this time, she strained her eyes to take in their faces. Her eyes darted between the two brunette boys standing on either side of them… She swallowed hard. Her eyes were glued to the little boy beside Trudy, his dark, hollowed out eyes even eerier in the black and white photo… Her lip began to quiver, and just as quickly as she picked up the photo, it slipped through her fingers. "Vincent!"
He paused, standing in the archway, but didn't look back.
"You're an artist," she offered, "I've seen your work."
Vincent turned back slightly, curiously.
"You don't need to be like this, you don't have to let Bo control you!" Carly was clutching at straws.
But it was no use. Vincent was disappearing into the house with Wade.
She sobbed uncontrollably. "Please don't kill him!"
To be continued…
[A/N: I apologise for the massive silence, and if this instalment is subpar, I've already jumped straight into the next bit so that it shouldn't happen again. I'm super over the serious lack of Bo in these past two chapters, so he will definitely be back in the next once. Thanks again to all you beautiful supporters ^_^! and thanks to everyone who attempted my game, haha!]