HOUSE OF WAX

by ViciousFiction

BASED ON: [Movie] House of Wax: 2005

RATING: M+

[A/N: Hey everyone, here's some more of that story I randomly started a few years ago, it's a really long chapter and it's about to get really messy. Only one more chapter after this, hope you enjoy the second last part! :D]

- o - o - o - o -

'This isn't happening… This isn't happening… This is NOT happening!' Wade's breath whistled through parted lips in a pained and ragged panting.

Lying on the table in the eerie Sinclair basement, Wade wore a vacant expression as he stared aimlessly up at the ceiling. He felt the sting as another needle was plunged into the soft flesh of his neck, causing tears to well in his eyes. Vincent stood back and watched as another wave of numbness spread throughout Wade's body. The pressure of the needle was enough to push his head on its side; allowing him to see the steam rising from a giant nearby cauldron. Try as he might, he was unable to wriggle his fingers or toes. Numbness was the first word he would have used to describe the sensation… but after feeling the very real, very cold blade of the scissors as Vincent slid them effortlessly through the bottom hem of his jeans, he realised that it was more likely just a muscle relaxant he'd injected. The only choice Wade had left was to hope and pray that Carly had managed to get away safely and call for help. His lip quivered as more tears stained his cheeks.

The room in the basement had been steadily heating up since Bo and Randy left taking Carly with them earlier. The bubbling of the wax as it boiled was becoming almost deafening against the opera music playing in the background. As Wade lay sprawled on the table in just his boxers, he stared at the cauldron and could feel fate drawing closer and closer. The butterflies stirring in his stomach made him cling to the sight of Carly perched behind a pillar, to glimpse her one last time. He just wasn't ready to lose all hope yet.

- o - o - o - o -

"No one's here…" Nick stood up from the stoop and put his hands in his pockets, looking around bleakly. He scuffed his feet along the asphalt and placed a hand on his rumbling stomach. 'Maybe they're at the store,' he mused. 'I'm thirsty.' His eyes scanned the well-lit street for the store he saw earlier.

Luckily for him, the convenience store was 'conveniently' close by. The emboldened "FLANNERYS" sign flashed effervescently out front catching his attention almost immediately. 'See. There we go.'

He walked over casually, scuffing his feet with every step, his hands wedged into the front pockets of his hoodie. Nick reached out for the handle and pulled roughly; it wouldn't budge.

"Yo, paying customer!" Nick banged a closed fist onto the glass door. "Hello?"

He was met with dead silence. Standing outside the little store, Nick could feel his stomach growling greedily in response. "Carly?" He called out again, pressing the edge of his hand to the glass and peering inside. "Wade?" He banged on the glass again, "Anyone?" but to no avail. 'A cigarette right now probably wouldn't go astray either…' He peered inside at the closest shelves as he searched for any sign of a potential nicotine fix.

"Somebody help!" A familiar girl's voice pierced his ears from down the street and made him look up from the window. "Please!"
Initially Nick felt relief; he would have recognised that feisty voice anywhere, but hearing the fear in it – his jaw hardened angrily.

"Carly?" he turned to see his twin sister bounding over to him. She looked an absolute mess; her hands bound and flailing in front of her wildly. The white tank top he'd loaned her was dirty and marked beyond recognition.

"Oh my god! Nick!" Carly's heart skipped a beat, it was the most relief she'd felt all evening. But it was short lived. She knew that whilst Wade was still up at Bo's house, her friends were in the opposite direction… If they stayed together, there was no way they'd be able to save all of them… If she couldn't convince him to go back for Paige and the others… Her heart sank picturing the three of them still tied to the back of Randy's truck.

"Oooomf!" She had been running so hard and was so lost in thought that there was no time to slow herself down. Carly collided right into her brother with a loud thud.

Nick somehow managed to stand his ground and wrapped his arms around her tightly, "Jesus Christ Carly what the hell happened to you?!"

Bo was still running terminator style down the deserted Ambrose street behind her when he noticed the reunion going on up ahead. Thinking on his feet, he quickly darted into a nearby alleyway and pressed his back into the wall. In a fit, he ripped his trucker cap from his head. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he whispered to himself agitatedly before slamming his fist into the wall behind him, hard. All he could do now was try and stay calm. Attempting to regain some composure, he smoothed over his fringe with his spare hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. Keeping out of sight, he peeked around the corner, listening on intently.

Carly broke free of Nick's embrace and looked behind her anxiously, "He's after me!" She was exasperated.

Nick was pulling at the tape binding her hands impatiently, "Who? There's no one there –" he looked over her shoulder, no sign of Bo. "Who's chasing you? They did this to you?!"

"Ahh," Carly ran her hands over the sticky residue where the tape had been and tried to sooth her newly freed wrists. "Nick, you have to listen to me," Carly put both hands on his shoulders, looking up into his eyes, "Where's your phone? We need to call the police."

"Just take a deep breath," Nick pulled her back into his arms, holding her tightly. "My phone died shortly after we got here, we'll have to go back to Blake's car and charge it."

"Ugh, we don't have time! Please," she pulled out of his grasp and started to sob, "If we hurry, we can save everyone – but not if we stick together."

"Carly, I need you to start from the beginning. Where's Wade?" It was now Nick's hands on Carly's shoulders. He pulled her aside, lowering them both into a squat beside the vacant convenience store.

"They have Paige," Carly continued to sob and ignored his question. "… and Dalton, Blake," she worried at any moment that hysteria would kick in and she'd never convince Nick to let her go alone to get Wade, "Nick, they got Wade." She paused, looking away from him in distress. "He doesn't have much time –" It hurt her to say it out loud, and she knew that every moment they wasted sitting there talking about it was a moment closer to his demise.

"You still haven't told me who this 'they' are!"

Carly gasped, reaching up to her mouth. Shaking violently, she stared up at Nick, "What if he turns him to wax?!"

"Um," Nick raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you mean, wax?"

"Ugh! We don't have time for this!" she sighed exaggeratedly, starting to get frustrated. "You don't get it. I just get this horrible feeling that they're all wax. Everyone." She motioned to the deserted street.

Nick rolled his eyes, unconvinced.

"Think about it, it makes sense –" Carly continued.

Nick brushed Carly's hair back off her face, "I know you've been through a lot today but –" he tried to soothe.

She swatted his hand away, "The abandoned town, the House of Wax, all those incredibly lifelike statues Wade and I saw..." There had been something unnervingly realistic about them. "Not to mention Bo's creepy basement setup."

"I'm sure they were just wax figures, some people are freaky talented. What about that wax museum we went to in New York?"

"Look, I get it, it sounds crazy," she was upset that he wouldn't even consider the possibility. "But you haven't seen what I've seen tonight. I need to get back to Wade. There's a house up at the edge of town, he's there. They're keeping him in the basement."

"I'll come with you," Nick pulled Carly to her feet. "We can go together. Like hell am I leaving you here like this."

"No," Carly begged, "Nick, do you remember the guy that brought Wade and I here?"

"Yeah –"

"Right, well he has Paige, Blake, and Dalton tied up in his truck where the road's washed out. I don't think they have long left either. When I bolted, the truck was parked right next to Blake's car," she said matter-of-factly.

"Fuck," Nick looked distraught, "Carly, you know I can't let you go by yourself –" he sighed.

It was dumb, and she knew it. Wade could already be a homemade meat candle in Bo's basement for all she knew. But after all that she'd been through that evening; she wasn't thinking clearly and it was a risk she had to take. She lowered her voice to a whisper, "Promise me after you rescue the others, you'll call the cops and come find us –"

And before Nick could even try to stop her, Carly leapt away from him and was sprinting down the street.

"Damnit, Carly!" Nick called after her; he grumbled and kicked at the ground. "FUCK!"

Whilst he cared about Paige, Dalton and Blake, the only one he really needed to keep safe was Carly. He sighed to himself. He just had to trust she was strong enough to take care of herself and that she'd be okay.

Meanwhile, Bo had slinked further into the alleyway. His back was pressed up against the wall firmly. He licked his lips and smirked mischievously to himself. Nick zoomed straight past his hiding place and was out of sight within moments. 'Heh, Randy can handle it.'

He made sure his cap was on tight, holding the back in one and hand and the brim in the other. "Time to fuck her into next week." He bit his lower lip with a mumbled, "Unf." Even just the thought of it was making his dick hard.

- o - o - o - o -

Vincent was making some last minute adjustments to the headpiece strapped to Wade's head. A long needle slotted into place at the edge of Wade's left eye. He breathed in deeply, his eyes fixated on the waxed over cage of pipes and nozzles, all pointing directly at him. His chest felt heavy, despite being one of the only places without any restraints. With every passing breath potentially his last. 'Please don't do this!' were the words screaming in his head, while muffled "ungghhh's" and "nghherrrr's" were all that would come out.

The silent puppet master slowly took his time to craft Wade's body into the perfect position, his stern, expressionless face masking any true emotions or signs of mercy.

Wade felt a trickle of hot wax spill onto the back of his neck, and if he hadn't been bound to the chair, he would have jumped in alarm. It was hot and hardened quickly. His chest tightened as he tried to comprehend the impending onslaught of hot wax that loomed above him. He longed to see his tiny brunette peering at him, what he would give to tell her he loved her one last time.

Vincent stood back to make a final assessment of Wade's body placement. 'Please…' Wade groaned unintelligibly in protest, but it was no use.

There was an awkward squeak as Vincent began unwinding the taps. If only Wade could shut his eyes to block out the sights and sounds. The prongs in his eyes had been wedged so deep underneath his eyelids; they kept him from closing his eyes even just a fraction. A loud hissing sound erupted and the cage surrounding his body began to come alive, slowly shaking until the whole system began to vibrate violently. The first showerhead sprayed directly into his lap, and another onto his chest. The intense heat burned him instantly. His eyes were begging to be closed, digging the prongs deeper and deeper into the soft flesh of his eyelids. Another two shower heads turned on in unison, covering the remainder of his body. His whole body began to convulse from the inside out, the wax burning straight through his skin and moulding onto his muscles. The heat was asphyxiating. It didn't take long until every inch of him was covered in the off-yellow goop. By the time his body surrendered to the shock, the irreparable damage was done. The only mercy was that despite his eyes being permanently wedged open; eventually he was overwhelmed into unconsciousness…

- o - o - o - o -

Carly had almost made it; she felt so close but still so far away. Crouched low in the bushes just outside Bo's house, there was no sign of the belligerent dog from earlier. She kept her guard up just in case. 'Now… How do I get inside?'

Carly scolded herself for not having a more concrete plan. She shuddered recalling how she'd been dragged out by the two burly men earlier. Bo and Randy had locked the door behind them when they left, she could remember the ordeal and being flung into Randy's truck very clearly.

Staying low, she started to mentally sift through her options. Barging down the door was one, albeit a terrible one, especially if her encounter with Vincent earlier were to repeat itself.

She readjusted uncomfortably on the balls of her feet. Trying to find a balance, she reached out for a nearby branch, but it was just a bit too small and snapped in half under her weight loudly. "Shit!" the curse word slipped out before she could stop herself.

There was someone fast approaching too. Her head snapped up to the right to see if she could catch a glimpse of them coming. The familiar sound of gravel being trampled at reckless speeds meant someone, or something was making its way up towards the house post haste. She steadied herself hoping that they hadn't heard her outburst moments prior. This time she placed her hands on the ground in front of her. It had to be Bo, she thought to herself.

It was. The man in his astute dark attire, and baseball cap was fast approaching the house. The sight of him made her stomach stir.

Carly watched on in agony as Bo stormed up onto the porch. He was scrounging his pockets for a set of house keys. After unlocking the door, he slammed it wide open and stormed straight inside. "Oi, Vincent!"

Much to her delight, he left the front door wide open. 'Yes!' Carly knew this was it, potentially her one and only window. 'I'm coming Wade!'

- o - o - o - o -

"Tell you what," Randy stood up and gestured to Paige with his hunting knife. "I know how to make this moral dilemma easier for yeh..." There was an evil in his eyes she had never seen before; he smirked down at her maniacally. "It ain't cheating if he's dead."

Paige watched on in horror as the twisted hillbilly turned towards Blake who was shaking his head violently back and forth.

"No!" She shrieked, "Don't hurt him! I'll do anything you want!" Her face was stained with bleeding mascara, more tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.
Her stomach launched itself into her throat. It was as if time stood still. She watched on as Randy knelt down beside Blake, grabbing him roughly by the throat with one hand. "NO! PLEASE!"

The reflection of his hunting knife glimmered in the moonlight. There was a moment of pause as he looked back to ensure Paige was watching. He mouthed the words 'You're MINE…' and without even turning back towards Blake, Randy plunged the hunting knife deep into the side of Blake's throat. Blood began to gush from the open wound immediately, spraying out onto the tray everywhere, covering them and the truck in a thick red blanket.

Paige shrieked hysterically, her chest heaving as she ripped at the bonds tied to the boards above her. Her feet flailed away from her frantically, slipping and sliding through the blood soaked tray.

Dalton stirred from the sounds of her screaming. His eyes flickered open just in time to see Blake's body convulsing and bleeding out beside him. Waking up into the nightmare, he joined Paige in the struggle against his binds too, "Aw man!" He whimpered. "What the fuck! WHAT THE FUCK!" He tried to pull away, but he was just as helpless as Paige with his hands bound above him.

- o - o - o - o -

Carly had done it. She felt so prematurely relieved that she couldn't help mentally patting herself on the back. She did have to remind herself to breathe occasionally with the amount of adrenaline coursing through her veins though. As she tiptoed through the familiar messy lounge room, she relished hearing Bo's voice as he called out for Vincent in his rough southern accent. It echoed from the other side of the house, far enough that it allowed her to feel unusually confident. Even though she knew the hardest part was yet to come.

Listening intently for the opera music once more, she reacquainted herself with the dimly lit corridor hiding the entrance to the basement. She had her hand wrapped around the back of her ear for assistance.

There were no lights on to guide her this time, could Vincent have locked the door? She wondered.

After trying several locked rooms, Carly was in luck. She twisted the right knob and was quickly led inside the creepy doctor's office. Trying not to look at any of the disturbing experimental jars or tools, she made a hasty beeline for the trapdoor, hoping that it wasn't too late. Carly took in a lengthy deep breath before reaching for the handle. 'I'm almost there Wade, please hold on.'

Instinctively she knew the possibility of Vincent and Bo being down there before her was incredibly high. That slim chance Wade would still be alive was all the push she needed. Hiding behind that same ledge, she held her breath and peeked around to take it all in. There he was, sitting in a chair by the table with his back to her. At first glance he even appeared fine.

She sighed audibly in relief. There he was, sitting alone in the basement, no sign of the Sinclair brothers, "Oh Wade! I'm so relieved!" Before she'd even had a chance to think it through, she leapt out from behind the wall. "I thought maybe…"

He didn't turn to look at her the way he had earlier, causing her to take a step back. "Wade?"

Still no response.

"Are you alright?" Carly rushed over to him, "I'm here… We can go now –"

She crept around to the front of his chair, moving her feet slowly and cautiously. "Wade…"

Standing frozen in front of him, she felt her lip quiver, "Oh god," her heart pounded. "Oh god, Wade, please say something…" Carly was in complete denial. 'It can't be.'

Carly took in his vacant expression, those eyes that remained enduringly open. Her hands reached for the sides of his face before plunging herself down between his knees. His skin was so soft and squishy. "What have they done to you?!" she sobbed hysterically, staring up into his eerily big and beautiful hazel eyes. Pressing her lips together she planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. She then whispered into his ear, "I'm so sorry Wade." Carly wrapped her arms around his frozen body without hesitation and rested her forehead on his hardened shoulder as she continued to sob.

As she began to pull back for another look, she noticed Wade's eyes looking in a completely different direction. 'What the hell?' Carly used the back of her hand to wipe away tears and rub her eyes. Were her eyes deceiving her?

'No!' She jumped back in alarm. "NO!" This time her no was audible.

The eyes hadn't just moved, they began rolling around frantically, swaying to and fro in their sockets. She was understandably frightened, unable to comprehend what she was seeing. That is, until the eyes stopped dead and looked straight up at her.

"Mmmmffff!" his voice was muffled behind the layer of wax.

Carly screamed in response. And she continued to scream, completely forgetting where she was. Her body crumpled down into a frantic heap on the floor.

"Mmmmmfffff!" Wade groaned again.

"No," Carly leapt to her feet. "What am I doing?" She raced over and started clawing at his face, "You're still alive in there!" She tore at the soft flesh as she tried to pick at the wax covering his face, hoping it would free him. "Please hold on Wade, I'll get you out of there."

She kept scratching the surface, and he moaned again in response.

Tears continued to roll down her face, "I love you, please hold on."

Carly stopped to press her forehead against his. She noticed the corner of his eyes welling with tears too. "Please baby, we'll get through this." Without even thinking about it, she forced a long kiss onto his waxed lips. It broke her heart feeling so helpless to save him. But she pulled away and kept going.

As her scratches gradually got bigger and bigger, his gentle skin tone began turning a slick and vibrant red colour. It didn't stop her though, until a large chunk of skin slipped away revealing his lower teeth. She gasped and jumped back. In that moment she realised she was actually tearing away at his real skin.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you…" Bo's voice taunted her. "You're gonna' make Vincent reaaaal mad."

Carly spun around to find him rushing towards her with full speed. She backed up frantically, falling right into Wade's lap. Feeling his body start to buckle underneath her weight she screamed in response. "No, Wade!" She flung herself out of the chair face down onto the floor.

Bo threw himself on top of her, not leaving anything to chance.

She let slip several cries in distress as he flipped her onto her back. "Shh, shhh, shhhh…" he cooed as he tried to calm her thrashing.

"HELP!" Carly shrieked without a second thought. "HELP!"

Bo let slip a greasy smirk and dug his forearm into her throat to keep her from thrashing any harder or screaming any louder. He leaned in as she continued to scream for help over and over, "Shhh, shhh, shhhh…"

"Somebody help, please!"

She looked up at him, almost surrendering to him as he let slip one last, long, calming "Shhhh…"

"What are you going to do to me?" Carly's breathing was short and sharp as she nervously gasped for air.

- o - o - o - o -

There it was, just like Carly had described. The ratty old truck stuck out like a sore thumb next to Blake's blue truck. Nick knew he had to get a closer look.

As he made his way across the river, he tried to stay low and out of sight. The closer he got the easier it was to hear what was going on.

"I should just kill all three of you now," he could hear Randy's bitterness clear as day. "You people are all the same," resentment oozing through in his voice.

"Please, just let us go," Paige pleaded, she felt pathetic begging for her life with a stranger, but she felt truly helpless.

"This is bigger than all of you!" Randy snarled at her request.

Paige furrowed her brows at him, "What are you talking about?"

He plonked himself back into her lap and reached for her face delicately. "Why do girls like you always go for guys like him anyway?" he gestured behind himself at Blake.

"Uh," she didn't want to say the wrong thing while he was holding the intimidating knife so close to her face.

"Ain't I pretty enough for you?"

Nick couldn't help but cringe at some of the comments Randy was making, but still continued to edge closer. He could see Paige's hands tied to the beams above her through the open slats, and was sussing out the tools that were hanging above her head.

"You should be happy," Randy pressed his forehead against hers. Paige could smell his hot, dirty breath as he cracked her a wry smile. "People will come from all over the world to admire this pretty face." He traced his fingers down and along her cheekbones carefully.

By now, Nick had gotten close enough, and was planning to stage his attack. He rolled his sleeves up and threw the hood of his hoodie over his head.

"Tell you what," Randy stood up and gestured to Paige with his hunting knife. "I know how to make this moral dilemma easier for yeh..."

He hadn't prepared for Randy to stand up though, as the whole truck shook from side to side, startling him. Nick was now sitting with his back against the back tyre on the ground. His hands were balled into fists.

There was a pause as Randy waited for the truck to stop moving. Nick listened on intently. "It ain't cheating if he's dead."

He heard as Paige became hysterical. "NO! PLEASE!"

Nick leapt from his seat and charged around to the back of the ute. It was too late. He stood frozen and watched on as Blake gasped for air underneath the duct tape covering his mouth. Dalton and Paige hadn't noticed Nick standing there, too focused on Blake, their legs flailing and feet slipping through the blood.

Luckily for Nick, Randy was facing towards Paige and hadn't noticed him either. As quick as he could, he slammed his hands down onto the lowered door and flung himself into the back of the ute. Without any hesitation, his fist collided with the back of Randy's head.

There was a loud crunch as the sound of his knuckles impacted with the back of Randy's skull. It sent him flying forwards, knife in hand. The ute started to sway.

"Nick!" Paige wailed his name in relief.

The hillbilly was enraged now; he pushed off the front and spun around to face Nick. "You fucking –"

He was furious and ready to retaliate when Nick landed another closed fist upwards into the side of his face, sending Randy flying backwards into the blood soaked tray. His body fell limp. "And stay down, you piece of shit." Nick grabbed the hunting knife from his hand and raced over to Blake, who was rapidly running out of time.
"Stay with me buddy," he used the knife to carve out a large chunk of his hoodie. He scrunched the material into a ball and pressed into his neck, trying his best to apply pressure to the wound. Even though they hadn't been all that close, Nick still didn't want to see him die. Not like this. He kept the pressure on Blake's neck secure and tried to pry the tape from his face. It was too late though, he had already lost too much blood.

"Is he going to be okay?" Paige's voice whimpered behind them.

Nick readjusted so that Blake was resting on his chest as he held onto the wound firmly. He looked up at Nick with a weak, but knowing expression. His body convulsed and his eyes rolled back into his head. The duct tape was wrapped so tightly around his head that it was too hard to remove, causing him to choke on the blood he couldn't spit out. After a few short forceful spasms, his body tensed up before going completely limp. "No!" Nick shook the lifeless body. "No, no, buddy, stay with me!" Blake's eyes became distant, cold, and empty. They stared blankly into the night's sky as Nick began to come to terms with the dead man in his arms. Even he managed to shed a tear before turning to the clearly traumatised blonde sitting across from him. "I'm so sorry Paige. I'm too late."

- o - o - o - o -

Carly's tiny frame was draping over Bo's shoulder in a firemans carry. He had carried her the entire way up to the top floor of the house. "I don't usually do this," Bo said frankly, keeping Carly's body held firmly in both arms. He kicked open the door roughly. "But circumstance has my hands tied."

Her heart sank when she realised where he'd taken her. Especially since it had only been moments from seeing Wade in the basement. Bo's bedroom overwhelmed her senses with its musty air and reeked of booze and cigarettes.

Still, Carly refused to stop fighting him with every step, "Put me down!" She scratched at him and thrashed as hard as she could. "No!" As they stepped inside the dimly lit bachelor's room, she grasped at the door frame, trying anything and everything to pull herself free.

Bo reached out for the music player on a nearby shelf. "No!" she tried to push upwards, sending his hat flying as the room erupted in heavy metal.

"You cut off all of your fingers…" Marilyn Manson's voice scratched and groaned against the booming bass, "Trade them in for dollar bills…"

"Ah!" she cried out, "No!"

There was a messy bed in the centre of the room with an array of dark coloured sheets scrunched and scrambled across it. Before she had any time to look anywhere else, Bo slammed her body down onto the disordered mattress. Throwing himself firmly on top of her, she struggled against him, throwing her legs wildly. "Don't move." He instructed firmly.

Bo was putting all of his weight onto her now as he busily reached above her head for the wrist cuffs that he had secured to his bedframe. He grabbed her right arm first, securing it in the leather binding.

She wriggled her wrist trying to pull it free, "Let me go!"

After assuring that both wrists were bound tight, he reached across her to the adjacent bedside table, grabbing a roll of duct tape. Without hesitation he started gnawing at it with his teeth.

For good measure, he began wrapping the shiny silver tape around her already bound wrists tightly.

"Please…" She begged him for him to stop, her stomach wildly panicking with enough butterflies to fill an aviary.

To be continued…

[A/N: I apologise for the terrible cliff hanger, if I kept going it was going to end up at 6,000/7,000 words. Thank you so much to everyone who has been following, reviewing and to everyone that is still reading this story even after it's excruciatingly long upload schedule, you are all so amazing and I appreciate you all so very much xoxo]