Now we're going to start going toward the movie a bit with a few added things.
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"I like her she's nice."
"I agree with your mother, Bo where did you find her?"
"Through a friend." Bo replied to his father's question. Vincent sat at the dinner table and joined in on the conversation. He had never done that before. He enjoyed the company of this new girl, or was she new?
The house phone rang in the distance grabbing everyone's attention.
"Hello, Sinclair house hold. Victor Sinclair speaking. Oh, hello Lillian, yes you may. Bo telephone." Victor said and handed Bo the phone.
"So did I make a good impression?" Lillian asked.
"Yeah, they loved you. Hey where are you?" Bo asked.
"Down the street, by the church. Why?"
"I'll be there in two minutes. Bye." Bo said and hung up the phone. Lillian looked at the phone and then hung it up. "Ma, can I go hangout with Lillian?"
"She was just here for dinner. Yes I suppose, but not too long." She replied. Bo grabbed his jacket and bolted out the front door. Vincent started to clear off the table.
At this time Bo was 16, soon to be 17, and Lillian was 14. He ran down the road and found her sitting on the steps of the church. Lillian really didn't have a place to sleep. Her parents were never home, but when they were they had a habit of beating her. Bo had walked in on one of these times. As he approached her he offered his hand and she grabbed it. They ran down the road toward the House of Wax. They stopped on the steps and sat down.
"Where are you sleeping tonight?" Bo asked and pulled Lillian closer.
"Maybe at home, if I can get in. Or maybe at the church. They're offered me a bed there when I need it." Lillian replied, she started to shiver slightly. Bo took off his jacket and wrapped it around Lillian. He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.
"I could never let anything happen to you." Bo said. Lillian's stomach fluttered.
"Really? You mean it?" She asked. Lillian was no skinny cheerleader, in fact she was slightly heavy. Not that heavy only 135 lbs, wild unruly red curls, and the crudest sense of humor anyone could have. But Bo liked it. Lillian didn't know why she liked Bo the way she did, and she knew she didn't need an excuse.
"If I didn't mean it why would I say it?" Bo asked. Lillian blushed. Bo pushed Lillian's head next to his and kissed her, their first kiss: Forcefull, Rough, and Passionate, the way they were ment to be.
Bo looked at Lillian, who was in the living room, from the kitchen. She was focused on reading and didn't notice. A knock came at the front door.
"Bo, can you get it?" Lillian asked. Bo left the kitchen and answered the door.
"What Damian?"
"Sorry Bo, but teenagers, about six of 'm, in the clearing coupla miles out of town." Damian said quickly in a hushed tone.
"It's alright Damian, she knows. She's seen." Bo replied. "Six you said. Alright I'll have a look." Damian left and Bo closed the door.
"Baby, I have to go out real quick. I'll be back as soon as I can." Bo said and grabbed his coat and left.
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Vincent carefully heated and shaped his new wax beauty. He thought to the night before. He had never seen Bo so full of anger. Well there was once. It was a few years after Lillian and Bo had started going out.
"Bitch, I fucking hate her. Freak! Freak!" Bo yelled as he walked into the house. Damian and Vincent looked out the kitchen door.
"What?" Damian asked.
"That litle bitch I hate her." Bo replied, picked up a knife, and threw it at the wall.
Bo and Vicent were both 20, Damian was 21, and Lillian was 18.
"I'll kill anyone who gets in my way!" Bo yelled and threw another knife.
"Now, just settle down what happened?" Damian asked.
"I went to Lillian's to give her my sympathy for what happened to her fokes and she told me that she was leaving for school. She started trying to talk but I left." Bo explained and sat down. A small knock came at the front door.
"Bo, come on open up! You know this is what was planned. Please," Lillian said through the door. Vincent walked and opened it. "Vincent where's Bo?" Vincent pointed to the couch. Lillian walked in.
"Bo listen please, I did nothing wrong. You have to believe me. My name's been on the list for a year now." Lillian pleaded.
"You're a liar and a whore." Bo replied. "Get the fuck out." Lillian was crying harder than ever. "I never want to see you again." Lillian ran out the door and down the road.
"Who wants to go kill something?" Bo asked. Damian raised his hand, Vincent hesitated but eventually did. Lillian ran down the road and sat on the steps of the House of Wax, she never went inside. Vincent strolled up and sat next to her.
"Why can't he understand that I'm supposed to go, he's known for years." Lillian said and cried. Vincent pulled his friend next to him and rocked her.
"He doesn't want you to leave him. He's afraid that if you leave you'll leave him and find someone better." Vincent replied. This was on ot the last times he spoke.
"But he knows I love him, why would he think that?" Lillian asked.
"It'll be ok, he'll come around eventually." Vincent consoled her.
Vincent shuddered. He remembered they killed exactly 9 people. Mostly tourists. Eventually Lillian and Bo made up. Lillian explained she only be two hours away and that nothing in the world would change how she felt for him. A few months later, Lillian ran off to finish college. She had written to Vincent and told him that she had to quit school, because she didn't have the money to finish. She refrained from telling Bo.
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"Vincent there's 6 of them. Four guys and two girls. Very beautiful. Can you handle that?" Bo asked Vincent after Lillian had went to bed.
"Yeah, I guess." He replied.
"Good, now go to the clearing outside town and savatage their cars so they can't leave." Bo instructed. Vincent left with Bo's truck. Bo walked into his room and paced a bit. He changed from his garage jumper into a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and no shirt. He turned off his light and drifted to sleep.
Lillian saw the lights go out. She shuddered and looked around her room frantically. Ever since she found out what Bo, Vincent, and Damian did she couldn't sleep. That was unless Bo was right next to her. She found her lamp and turned it on. She looked around her room until she felt calm. She grabbed her pillow, turned out her light, and ran across the hall into Bo's room. She closed the door and tip-toed to the bed. Bo usually slept on the left side, so she crossed in front of the bed to the right side and crawled in. Bo slowly woke up to find a shaking Lillian in his bed.
"Baby what's wrong?" Bo asked and Lillian wrapped her arms around his torso.
"Scared." She replied, Bo wrapped his arms around her.
"Why are you scared and of what?" He inquired.
"The house. I don't know why, but I feel safe now." Lillian replied and pulled herself closer to Bo. He kissed the top of her head.
"I told you nothing would happen to you as long as you where here." He said.
"I know, that's why I came in here." She replied.
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Lillian awoke around noon the next day. Bo was up and banging around downstairs and Vincent sounded like he was in his room. She climbed out of bed and pulled down the legs of her purple louge pants. She walked downstairs and into the kitchen.
"Why'd you let me sleep so late?" Lillian asked as she walked in.
"I figured you like to over sleep." Bo replied. "Oo, so that's what you were wareing last night. I approve." Lillian was dressed in a purple spaghetti-strap tank top with purple louge pants with snow flakes on them. She had lost a substantal amount of weight since high school. She could get any sickness easily, and with that she always had it very bad. Bo wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.
"That I approve of." Lillian said and walked to get a cup of coffee.
"I'm going to go to church in couple minutes. You should come with." Bo said.
"Only if there's real people, a real pastor, and a real sermon. Which makes me think, we can't get legally married. There's no Reverend, no notory, and no legal marriage licence." Lillian said, Bo nodded.
"As far as you know." He replied and left the kitchen.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lillian asked as Bo left for church. She looked at the door as it closed. Lillian rolled her eyes and stared at her coffee. After Lillian had finished her coffee she had a bit of engery to start cleaning. She entered the living room and found large piles of clothes, boots, shoes, knives, guns, and trash.
Typical, I leave for three months and they become slobs. Lillian thought and started to pick up the mess. She walked down the back hallway and up the steps. She walked into Victor Sinclair's private room. They had stored hampers, baskets, cleaning supplies, and any weapons that didn't fit in the cabinates down stairs in this room. She shuddered as she walked in. If this wasn't the creepiest room she had been in then she didn't know what room would be. She propped the door open and turned on the main light. After a few flickers a florescent light turned on. She quickly grabbed two baskets, soap, and fabric softener and ran out of the room as fast as possible. She tossed the things into the hallway, took away the door stopper, and turned out the light, picked up her things and ran downstairs as fast as she could. Damian was sitting on the couch when she entered the living room.
"Do you have any clothes that need to be washed?" She asked as she stuffed large piles of clothes into one of the baskets.
"Yeah, in the truck. Vincent usually takes care of'm, I'm guess'n you are this week." Damian replied. "You know he locked it up right." Lillian looked at him.
"Locked what up?" She asked.
"The laundry mat. He keeps the keys to all the buildings in the kitchen draw, the one next to the fridge." Lillian nodded and went to grab the keys. She opened the drawer and pulled out a ring of keys. Each one was marked with the first letter of the building it opened.
"Damian, take that basket to your truck and put it in the back. I'm going to get the rest of the boys' clothes." Lillian said and pocketed the keys. Damian got off the couch and walked the full basket to the truck. She walked up the main stairs, with her basket in hand, and into Vincent's room. She turned on the light and found a small pile of clothes ready to be washed and one that was ready to be folded. She picked up the pile and tossed them into the basket.
Then she walked into Bo's room. His room was darker and more sinister than even his father's room. But she didn't feel creeped out by being in it. She walked to the window and opened the shades. A few rays of light entered the room through the very dust coated windows. She picked up all the clothes she found and threw them into the basket. She wasn't tempted to give any of the clothes a smell test to see if they were clean.
"Damian! Damian!" Lillian yelled from the top steps.
"What?" He yelled from the bottom.
"Come up here and pick up this basket and put it in the truck." She yelled back. Damian climbed the stairs and took the basket. Lillian walked into her room and emptied one of her duffle bags. She took all her dirty clothes, not that there were many, and shoved them in. Lillian walked into the bathroom and found all the dirty towels and shoved them into the duffle bag as well. She trudged downstairs.
"Damian, go to the back bathroom and grab all the towels from there." Lillian said when she noticed he was reclining on the couch again. "Then meet me in the truck." Lillian ran upstairs and found her own stash of soap and fabric softener. She had bought it for when she had to go back to school, but unfortunately she wasn't returning. Lillian walked back downstairs, picked up her duffle, and walked out to the truck. Damian came out a bit after her. He climbed in and started the truck.
"I remember when you used to like me. Always trying to catch my eye with those clothes you wore." Damian said. He was the oldest of the three. He had been in a few of her classes at school. Well all of them, actually. If he hadn't been a failure he might have moved off to college as well.
"Actually, I remember when you kept asking me to all the dances and socials." Lillian replied and hopped out of the truck as he parked next to the laundry mat. "Well aren't you gonna help me?" She asked. Damian crawled out of his truck as she unlocked the doors.
"I don't know if these work or not." Damian commented as he carried in the baskets, the duffle bag, and his own clothes.
"Yep they do." She replied as she turned on the washer. She quickly turned it off and stared at the clothes. "You can go if you'd like. I'll get Bo and Vincent help me carry them back, unless you can come back in like two hours."
"I'll be back after my rounds." Damian replied and left her. Lillian quickly separated the clothes, filled up the washers, and poured in the soap. She left the laundry mat leaving them to run. She locked the doors as she left. Lillian was very relieved that they hadn't filled up the little shops with people. She walked up to the church where she could hear a service going on.
No, that can't be everyone's gone. Lillian thought as she walked up the steps. She opened the door and found Bo kneeling at a casket. Lillian saw pews full of people Bo turned around and looked at her. The pastor at the front was looking down on her.
"Don't stand there with your mouth open get in here." Bo instructed. Lillian walked in and shut the door, he looked at the rows of people as she walked by.
"No, no, you couldn't have, no Bo." Lillian said. "Even Pastor Lemik."
"They're all apart of the creation." Bo replied. "Come here," Bo grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.
"NO! NO!" She yelled. Bo knew she had a large fear of caskets and bring her toward one wasn't helping her. "Bo, no please, please," She pleaded and started shaking.
"Just look inside." Bo said. Lillian clung onto him for dear life not looking into the casket.
"No, Bo you know I'm afraid of them. Please stop it." Lillian pleaded again. Bo let go of her and she ran to the back of the church and stood by the wall. She wasn't crying, she was more panting than anything. She had a major fear that someone would jump out of the casket and try to grab her. She couldn't even approach her own parents' caskets; when the time came she was always three feet away.
"Go on, get back to the house." Bo yelled. Lillian walked out of the church and ran down the road back to the laundry mat.
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Around 3 o'clock Lillian could hear the rumble of Damian's truck on the road. She walked out of the laundry mat and waited. She could hear two distinct voices walking toward the gas station. A man and a woman walked around the bend into Lillian's view. She ran back into the laundry mat and looked at them through the window. The man was tall, with dark brown hair, and a bit of facial hair. The woman was much shorter than him. She had light brown hair, dyed, Lillian could tell. Her roots were showing slightly. They approached the gas station and looked around.
What are they looking for...or whom? Lillian thought.