Hey everyone! Just wanted to thank everyone who reviewed, I love you all. Um, sorry it's been a bit, but at least it's not as long as it was last time, right? lol! Anyway, I do hope you all enjoy chapter 8!
Disclaimer: I do not own House of Wax, Nick, Carly, Wade, or any other characters. I only own Sephora Winchester.
xoxo,
Seph
When we arrived, no one was there, but after a few moments, a man walked out and turned off the music. I blinked at him, squeezing Nick's hand. He looked down at me before approaching the creepy looking gas station worker.
"Hey, I'm looking for my sister and her boyfriend. They were looking for a fanbelt or something." The man shook his head a bit.
"I don't think I've seen them." I could tell Nick was more than aggravated.
"This is the only gas station in town, right?" The man nodded.
"That's right," he said and I felt Nick's muscles tighten and his grip tighten slightly on his hand.
"Yeah, then they were definitely here," he said, growing impatiently with the man in front of us. The man looked at me and I felt myself want to shrink into nothingness under his gaze, which says something since I'm usually not that kind of person.
"I just told you, I didn't see them." My eyes narrowed slightly, this guy was getting a bit on my nerves, plus, I didn't want this guy to think that I was some weak, defenseless little girl.
"Look, does anyone else work here?" I asked. His eyes shot towards me.
"No, I own the station and I would have seen them?"
"Would you have?" I asked, clearly annoyed. Nick got in front of me.
"Well we were here just a few minutes ago, and you didn't see me." I smirked a bit. Nick had this guy. He was always the slyer of the two of us, I was the smarter one. He was the brawn, I was the brain. "You weren't even here," Nick finished after a bit of thought; making me nod in response he was right.
"Sorry, can't help you," the owner said before suddenly moving towards the grate on the floor. Nick made sure he stayed in front of me. I moved to look behind me, seeing as I heard some rustling. I heard a snipping noise and turned back around to see the man stand up straight and turn back to Nick and me. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"What was that?" Nick asked, voicing my opinion.
"Nothing, that was just my dog," he said, making me shake my head a bit. This guy was lying. There was no way he had a dog. He just didn't look like the type, especially since he didn't seem like a very fun, loving guy. "Actually," the guy began," you know what? My brother, Vincent, was down here for a while. He could have helped your sister out," he said before nodding a bit as if to confirm his thought. "They could be up at the house," he said, making Nick and I look at each other.
"No," I said. The man raised an eyebrow at me and moved closer, but I stood my ground. "Our friend already went up there earlier." The man paused.
"Really? Well maybe he ran into my brother up there, then." He paused. "Wanna head up to the house?" He asked. Little alarms went off in my head, but before I could say anything to Nick, he had already agreed. We moved to follow him and the gas station owner tried to start a conversation by asking about Carly, but a familiar voice caught my attention, caught all of our attention.
"Nick! Sephora! Help me! Please! I'm down here!" Without thinking I ran towards the entrance to the gas station and tried to find out where she was. I looked around, panicking.
'Carly! It's Seph! Where are you?!" I yelled to her.
"Down here!" She called. I found a door and broke it down before running down there. I shut the door and locked it from the inside before running up to Carly. I pulled out a pocket knife that I had stolen from Dalton and cut the tape off of her wrists and ankles. I ripped off a bit of my shirt and wrapped her finger with it.
"Shhh, it's okay, Nick's taking care of that asshole," I told her as tears began to stream down her face. I didn't know what to do, but I guess instinct kicked in and I hugged her. "Shhh, Carly," I said, trying to calm her. Then, the door was kicked down. I looked towards the door, my hand reaching for my knife, but I stopped. I sighed a bit. "Nick's here," I murmured to her before moving away so Nick could look at her. He looked her over and I could see the worry, sadness, and anger in his eyes.
"Where is he?" Carly asked after a few minutes. I looked at Nick for an answer.
"I locked him out," he told us. I nodded a bit. It sounded pretty reasonable.
"Carly, where's Wade?" I asked her, the worry creeping into my voice, even though I didn't want it to. She looked over at me.
"I don't know. He went into the house." Fear and panic shot through my entire body as I stood there. She was telling me that Dalton had gone into the house that Wade had gone in to, probably hours before. Were either of them alive? Had that sick, twisted bastard done something to them? I couldn't help but feel a bit queasy at the thought, especially since he had glued Carly's lips shut, strapped her to this chair with duct tape and cut off the tip of her finger.
After a moment, Nick shook me from my thoughts and we all went upstairs, me partially helping Carly as we walked. I sighed a bit when we made it to the top inside of the gas station. I looked around for the guy and set Carly down. I looked at Nick, who was checking to see what that son of a bitch was doing. We sat there for about ten minutes before Nick said that he saw him leaving. I sighed a bit and stood up, looking at Carly to see if she needed help, but she shook her head. Before we could make it to the door though, Nick stopped us.
"All right, you two stay here." I looked at him like he was crazy. Carly nodded them. "All right...car's by the road." He paused briefly. "Shit, Dalton's got the keys." Carly saddened slightly.
"Dalton..." I shook my head.
"We've gotta call the cops," Nick said before walking up to the phone. He picked it up but then slammed it back down. No dial tone. "Dammit...Seph?" I pulled my cell from my back pocket, but it had no signal. I showed him and he cursed once more before looking at Carly. "Where's your cell phone?" He asked her.
"Um, it might be near the truck up by the house." I resisted the urge to wince. I did not like this talk of going up to that house where Wade and probably Dalton disappeared to. "What about Wade?" Carly asked suddenly as Nick opened the door, us going to follow him He looked over at her panic-stricken face. "I think he has him too." She bit down on her bottom lip. "What if he turns him to wax?" She asked. Nick and I raised an eyebrow at her.
"What do you mean, 'wax'?" Nick asked, voicing my question.
"You don't get it," Carly told us before motioning around us. "They're all wax...everyone," she said, sounding slightly crazy. Then she stopped. "No, wait..." She stopped and started to run down the street. Nick ran after her and after blinking a few times, I ran after her as well. What in the hell was she doing? It was a good question, sadly I wasn't about to get an answer from her.
After a few minutes we arrived at this small house with a white picket fence. It looked like the perfect little house. Carly told us that there was a woman in there who had pulled back the curtain. We stood there for a moment and saw as a woman pulled the curtain back and peaked out before disappearing once more. So, there was someone here who had stayed safe? And it was an old woman? Maybe she was well respected? Before I could voice my concern, Carly jumped the little white fence and walked up to the small window. Nick and I watched from the other side of the fence. My eyes widened and Nick hopped the fence when Carly screamed and fell back into the grass.
"The whole town is rigged," she murmured.
"That's impossible," I told her, not wanting to believe what she was saying.
"You're saying that there's a real person...underneath?" He asked, sounding creeped out. I looked at her, disgusted as she nodded her head.
"At the church, they're all like that. At least 30 more," she said, making me wince and shake my head. There was definitely something majorly wrong with that and I didn't like it one bit. I balled my fist.
"So that sick bastard has been...waxing people?" I asked her, making her nod her head. "I've got to kill this sick bastard," I murmured, running a hand through my hair. Nick looked at me. "I can't let him keep doing this. Chances are, half of them are like us, innocent travelers who needed a place to stay. He took advantage of their trust," I vented. Nick walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Seph, it's okay..." I looked at him a moment and he sighed. "C'mon, let's find the others and get the hell out of here." I thought for a moment, but then nodded.
"Okay," I said before the three of us hopped the white picket fence and started walking towards the house. We passed by various shopping places, but nothing too major that made me want to break from the group.
"Hey, that guy, he said he had a brother, right?" Carly suddenly asked, making Nick and I turn and look at her.
"Yeah...his name was Vincent," I said, making her nod.
"At the house of wax, he did all the sculptures. He's gotta be the one that does the wax." I nodded a bit. It made sense.
"What if he's around here somewhere?" Nick asked.
"Yeah..." I heard Carly mutter before thinking about how we got in to this situation. All we wanted to do was go to a football game with our friends and now we're trapped in this...this...this hillbilly hell! Then I noticed that I was walking alone and turned. I saw that Nick had made his way towards a surplus store. I quickly ran up to them. I got there just in time to see him throw a rock through the window. My eyes widened and he grabbed a crossbow.
"Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?" Carly scolded. "He will find us."
"Yeah, chances are, he will anyway," he said. I look towards the bow and arrow and nodded.
"At least with this, he might not want to," I said while looking at them before seeing Carly's horror stricken face. Nick reached out his arm and pulled me behind him. I turned and saw that it was the same creepy guy from before. My eyes widened and before I knew it, Carly and I were running for the movie theater. We ran inside and hid in one of the many little theaters. Carly hid on one side of the room and I hid on the other. Of course, I was hidden behind a wax figuring of a couple who were making out in the back row. It was a bit disgusting, but I went with it. I didn't know where Nick was. I just hoped he was alright.
