Hello everyone! Thank you all for messaging me and encouraging me to update House of Wax. Sadly, our journey together has indeed come to an end. I will miss all of you and I hope you don't hate the ending with a fiery passion. If you do...well...that's your problem. Haha. Please, rate, review, do whatever you want to do it doesn't particularly matter to me. I'm just glad to have so many loyal readers. I will miss you all, and enjoyed meeting you all.

xoxo,
AshLe

After about, what felt like, a million swings, I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist and pull the bat from my grip. I stopped, falling almost limp in their arms. I knew those arms. They were Nick's.

"Shhh, it's okay. Calm down," he whispered into my ear before Carly screamed and pointed ahead. I looked up and saw that it was Vincent. He ran to his brother and knelt down next to him. He wasn't breathing and he wasn't moving, which served him right. Of course, then Vincent looked at me. My eyes widened and after a moment, Nick turned and told me to head up the stairs. It was then that I noticed the huge dagger in his leg. My eyes widened and I wanted to help him, but he started pushing me up the stairs. I resisted for a moment before figuring that he'd never let me go so I went while Carly distracted Vincent with my bat. It was then that I realized I had no weapon and means of defending myself when and if Vincent came up after me. Of course, I had some issues going up the stairs since the wax was melting. I took the time to look down and see that the floor was melting and everything. I continued my struggle up the waxy stairs and heard a scream of anguish. I turned and saw that Vincent was quickly advancing on me. Carly was helping Nick up the stairs since he still had the knife in his leg. My eyes widened and I tried to run faster, especially when I saw Vincent had a large, sharp object to stab me with. I ran down the melting hall and into a room. I shut the door and pushed the nearest object I could find in front of the door. It was a crib with two babies in it. The babies were saimese babies, which shocked me somewhat. I backed away from the table and quieted myself.

I definitely almost lost my cool when I saw Vincent's machette push it's way through the wax wall. It cut down like butter and actually cut the two babies to where they were no longer connected. I saw Vincent push his hand through the slice in the waxy door and backed up. I had no way to defend myself and he was a full grown man who could probably crush me with his bare hands. I was very unsure of what to do as he pushed his way in, throwing the crib across the room. I decided that I would try to talk to him, you know? Get him to rethink the whole killing me for killing his brother thing. Yeah…that was totally going to work, but, what other choice did I have?

"Um...Vincent," I said. He looked up at me and I knew that I had his full attention. "You...you don't have to do this. I know he made you kill…to perfect your sculptures, but it's wrong. You can't kill people..." I paused, thinking of Wade. I sighed gently. "Or keep them alive while you sculpt them." There was a moment of silence before he advanced on me. I screamed and tried to make my way across the melting bed. Of course, on my way across the bed I got stuck, which was probably the worst moment all night. I was stuck on a bed made of melting wax with no way to get out and a deranged, crazy murderer who was trying to kill me for killing his twin brother. This was indeed the worst day ever. I knew this more than true when I heard the sound of Vincent's machete slicing through the air and in to my back. It wasn't embedded, but it had indeed sliced the flesh. I felt a burning sensation in my back and the scream that ripped from my throat was pure anguish. I tried harder than ever to make my way across the bed that seemed to made of peanut butter, but my back was just searing with pain and I was weakening.

Thankfully, I had made my way across the bed by the time Vincent's machete came slicing down once more, this time, sinking into the bed instead of my flesh. I whimpered someone, looking over at Victor. I knew there was no time to nurse my wound or cry from the pain. I also knew that there was only one way out and it was the door in between Vincent and I. My eyes darted to it and then back to him. It was worth a shot, but the question was...was his wax creation going to aid him in trying to end my plan of escape? I hadn't fully decided on what to do when Vincent advanced, crossing the bed. I went to run to the door, but both Vincent and I were distracted by the sound of someone yell.

"Mother fucker!" My ears rang. I knew that voice. I turned my head and saw that it was Carly and Nick standing in the doorway. Nick ran at Vincent and Carly quickly grabbed my arm, looking over my back while I watched as Nick speared Vincent onto the wax bed. My eyes widened and Carly and I watched as the two of them wrestled around, both of them covering each other in the melting wax. At one point Nick was underneath the larger Vincent, trying to keep his blade from cutting in to his face or throat. Nick looked at me and then his eyes went to the dagger in his leg. I nodded and ran over, sliding in the wax and nearly falling over. I stopped and quickly grabbed the dagger and pulled it out of him. I heard Nick's pain filled scream and didn't need to be told twice when Nick screamed for me to do it. I did, moving forward and jamming the blade into Vincent's chest. I watched as Vincent drew his last breath and fell to the side of the bed. I noticed the floor begin to wobble and my eyes widened before I felt Nick wrap his arms around my waist. The wax floor gave our from beneath us and Carly and I both screamed rather loudly before we fell into the wax balcony that the stairs came to. I watched as Vincent fell right smack into his brother.

"Nick, get up!" I heard Carly yell, which snapped me back to reality. I quickly stood up, slipping a moment in the melting wax before I ran up to Nick and grabbed under his arm.

"C'mon, Nicky," I murmured. To this day I'm still not quite sure that he heard me, but I heard him grunt in pain and respond with a loud,

"Yeah." Both Carly and I led Nick along, his weight on ours as we did so. As we walked, we also sank deeper and deeper into the sticky, ear wax-like substance.

"C'mon, Nick!"

"Almost there!" Carly and I encouraged, but we ended up coming up to a dead end. "Son of a bitch!" The other end of the wax balcony had collapsed from the heat of the fire below us. Carly, Nick, and I all stood there wondering what the hell were supposed to do now. I heard them trying to figure it out and began to think. I bit down hard on my bottom lip before my eyes trailed to the wall and let up. "Guys!" I exclaimed, making them look at me somewhat oddly. "The wall," I said, pointing at it. It took them a moment before Carly exclaimed,
"Dig!" And we did just that. We kept digging and digging, Nick telling us to go faster and telling us to keep digging, not that we weren't. He just wasn't doing so hot with the whole leg in pain thing. Once the hole was finally big enough we began to crawl through. Carly went first and then Nick pushed me inside the hole before he followed after us. Carly and I grabbed his arms and pulled him through fully before we realized that we were right where the A was in the House of Wax title on the building. It was then that we also realized that the name was slowly falling, but it was gaining more and more speed. My eyes widened and my nails dug in to the semi-solid beneath me.

"Hold on!" I yelled.

"Watch yourself," Nick called as Carly screamed,

"Oh, God!" And we rode the letters down to the pavement. Once finally on the ground, we stood up and ran towards the nearest place for shelter as we watched the House of Wax, which contained all of our friends, melt into nothingness. My eyes watered as I watched the scene before me and I started crying. Nick pulled both Carly and I to him. I pressed my face against his wax-crusted shirt and kept crying. At this rate, I really didn't care either way. All I knew was that this night had been the most horrifying and painful night of my life and since we were safe, now was the time to let my emotions run free.

After a few hours, the police finally arrived and pried me away from my comfort, which made things so much worse. They bandaged any wounds that I had, most of them I hadn't even realized that I had actually obtained somehow during the night. It was after they had finally allowed me to go back to Nick that I had calmed down. I climbed in to the ambulance next to him and leaned against him. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. I smiled softly somewhat, though still numbed by the experiance we had just had. A few minutes later, Carly sat down next to us. As we sat there in silence, a cop walked by with Dalton's camera in a plastic bag.

"Hey, that's my friend's camera!" Nick yelled, before he sighed and grabbed the shoulder of a passing paramedic. "That's my friend's camera," he told him. The paramedic shook his head and sighed.

"Sorry, son, that's evidence," he said before Nick growled somewhat. I smiled and gentlly rested my hand on his chest before I looked at Carly and smiled.

"You guys okay?" An approaching officer asked. I looked over at him and then nodded a bit. "Well, don't worry. We'll get you to the hospital." I nodded and then Carly said,

"How could no one have known about all of this?" I looked at the officer, waiting for an answer. He sighed and shook his head.

"Truth is, this town's hard as hell to get to. It's been abandoned for twenty-five years, ever since that sugar mill shut down. Hell, it ain't even on the map anymore. We found all those cars in that old factory," he said before he took off his hat and ran his hand through his hair. "Those Sincalir boys pulled people off the interstate for years. If it wasn't for all the smoke from the fire, we wouldn't have even known." I shook my head and felt Nick's arm tighten around my waist. A young officer approached the other and spoke to him.

"Excuse me, sir. Louis wants to talk to you." He nodded.

"Yeah." He turned to us and smiled a little. "Excuse me," he said before he walked off. After a few seconds, Nick pulled the camera out from under his jacket.

"Maybe there's some good memories on this."

"You took it?" I asked him, clearly shocked.

"It just felt wrong leaving it behind, you know?" I nodded and then looked up at him.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"We're okay," he said with a smile. The doors to the ambulance shut and we drove off, my head on Nick's shoulder and Nick's arm around my waist. When we arrived at the hospital, we were treated better and allowed to shower before we were finally allowed to let go. They allowed Nick to borrow one of their cars and we drove back to Gainsville. Nick dropped Carly off first and then pulled up to our apartment. I grew more and more depressed as I looked around in Dalton's old room. I felt my heart break and shook my head before I pulled off my clothes and pulled on my pajamas before I turned and walked straight in to Nick's chest. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. There was silence between us before Nick drew closer to me and I leaned closer to him. Our lips met and my eyes shut slowly. His lips were soft and warm which enclosed around me and enveloped me. After a moment, I wrapped my arms around him as well and after our kiss was broken, I smiled and took his hand before leading him to bed.

The End