Tres bored :: I've finished three chapies in like two days so yeah enjoy. Let me know if it need more descript.
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Lillian cleaned out the dusty coffee pot and brewed a fresh batch. Dalton sat at the table silently. Lillian grabbed out the sugar and cream and set it out on the table.
"Dalt, you hungry?" Lillian asked. Dalton just stared forward with a blank look on his face. "Do you want some cereal or how about some eggs?"
The coffee ended in a trickle. Lillian pulled out two mugs and filled them up. She set one in front of Dalton. She poured in massive amounts of sugar and cream before she spoke next.
"Listen, I'm not used to it either and I know it's hard because your friends are being murdered by your family. Whoa that does sound worse," Lillian stopped and thought. "But anyway, hey, I need to go shop'n, come with me. We need to get away."
"Why don't we just stay away? Not come back," Dalton muttered.
"Bo would find us, he's merciless. I'm going to get changed and then we'll go." Lillian finished and walked upstairs with her mug.
Dalton stared round the kitchen. It was something out of a fairytale almost. He seemed to be remembering this place, but he was unsure. Things weren't in the right place.
Lillian shook her head as she walked into her room. She had yet to move some things out of the room since she moved in with Bo. Lillian dressed in a pair of dark wash blue jeans with a white spaghetti strap top. She brushed out her hair and did her make-up carefully. Dalton knocked on the door and then walked in.
"How're we gonna pay for the stuff?"
"Bo's got a cash stash around here somewhere, but go start the truck and I'll be down in a bit." Dalton nodded and did as he was told.
Lillian found a pair of Bo's boots and slid them on. She reached behind the headboard of his bed and pulled out a worn and beaten cigar box. She pulled out four hundred dollar bills and walked downstairs by Dalton.
Dalton sat quietly in the car. Lillian wrote Bo a little note and walked outside. She felt the cash rubbing on the side of her leg and hopped into the driver's seat. Lillian pulled out of the driveway in Damian's truck and drove out of town.
An hour later the truck rumbled into Marote, a small, but quaint, town an hour south of Ambrose, two hours by highway. Dalton and Lillian pulled into Savings King, a small lesser name store somewhat like Wal-Mart, and parked the truck.
"We'll be here for about an hour, give or take a bit. I have a list of absolute necessities. If you need something that's not on the list, find me and I'll see about it. Do you need any kind of medication?"
"No, I used to have asthma, but not anymore. I still wheeze once and while but not like I used to."
"Fair enough, ok we'll meet at the front counters in thirty minutes. Take this half and I'll take the other." Dalton nodded and took the piece of paper. They crawled out of the truck and walked inside.
"We have to stop in a few more places before we can leave to go back home so be patient." Lillian said and gave him a cart. They separated ways and headed for their own areas.
Lillian wondered down to the auto department and picked up a few new boxes of spark plugs and a new jack for Bo's, recently stuck truck. Damian had given her a small list of things he would die without and Lillian ran to the hunting department to fetch them. She eventually meandered toward the crafts department. The store chain carried a very unusual item, large boxes of molders wax. Of course, the store's previous owner used to over stock and out ship extra boxes to Ambrose for Trudy. The boxes had gone down in size since she had seen them last, but picked up a few boxes for Vincent along with a new set of brushes and waxing paint.
She ended up in the children's clothing section of the store and felt a bit sad for herself since; she didn't think she'd have children. Lillian continued on with her shopping picking up a few new pair of pants for the guys and a few outfits for herself.
Dalton spotted Lillian in the clothing department and walked up to her.
"I think I've got everything." Dalton muttered quietly.
"Let me just give a quick check. Everything is in perfect stock then?" Dalton nodded.
"Great, I wanna get a few more first aid items then we can get out of here and go to the next place." Dalton followed Lillian to the pharmacy area of the store and watched her throw in, at least three extra of everything.
"I love how this place has cheap stuff," Lillian commented as they were checking out. The total came to two hundred fifty-seven dollars. "Ok it's not that cheap, but it does."
They walked into the parking lot and drove out of the lot.
"We just have to pick up some work boots for the guys and then we can go home," Lillian said and pulled into a Payless. "Do you need any boots or shoes?"
"Maybe," Lillian turned off the truck and they walked in.
"Grab your size from here to here. I'm gonna get the guys their boots, then I'm gonna get my own so just come find me when your ready."
About ten minutes later Dalton found Lillian with three extra boxes of shoes, along with the original three boxes for the guys.
"Ready?" Lillian asked.
"As I'll ever be," Dalton replied and helped Lillian carry the boxes to the register.
The cashier eyed them carefully as they checked out.
"189.84," The girl muttered.
"Damn, not enough. Can you take cash than the credit card?"
"Sure," The girl replied and looked Dalton up and down.
"Today please," Lillian said angrily.
"Oh, I'm sorry." The cashier took the cash and then worked with the credit card machine.
"All set, receipt with you or in the bag?"
"With me is fine. Dalton, please get the bags." Dalton smiled at the cashier and walked out with the bags in hand to the truck. He threw them into the cab and jumped into the truck.
"Thanks for your help, Dalt. Nobody ever helps me," Lillian commented and pulled out of the parking lot.
Lillian fussed with the radio as they drove through town. She took a quick right and sped down the back roads to Ambrose.
"Dalt, did you ever get the feeling that something was quiet right?" Lillian asked about half an hour into the drive.
"Once and awhile, why do you ask," He answered.
"Cuz I've got that feeling right now, it just came up on me." Lillian answered. "Here throw this tape into the player. It's Manson; hope you don't mind listening to it."
"Na, I'm fine with it," Dalton answered and happily put the tape in. The scenery rushed by them. As they neared Ambrose a fog seemed to be filling the town.
"What's with the fog?" Dalton asked looking out of the windows. Lillian rolled down the driver's window and looked out into the partial darkness.
"That's not fog, its smoke." Lillian corrected and she took a deep breath. They pulled up to the house.
"I thought that the museum doesn't have lights."
"What?" Lillian asked and forced the truck into park. She jumped out of the truck and ran to the edge of the road. "Dalton, hurry!" Lillian yelled and ran toward the museum.
It was melting, all four thousand square feet of it. Bo and Vincent were possibly still inside and the walls were melting. Damian ran toward her.
"Damian, where are they? Where the fuck are they?!" Lillian screamed.
"Inside they haven't come out."
"Where's the side entrance? Where's Vincent's tunnel entrance?" Lillian asked. Damian pulled her toward the theatre and down the side steps. They entered the basement and through a side door. She remembered that there were at lease fourteen separate entrances and exits to the basement to the museum. They ran toward the heat of the tunnel. Wax was sliding down the walls of the tunnels. She could see the fire flickering in the short distance.
The wax was starting to coat the door when they burst through. The scorching heat was unbearable, but Lillian had to find them. Suddenly, the floor above them collapsed and wax splashed everywhere. Damian covered her before she was hit. Bo and Vincent fell with the ceiling.
"Damian, grab Vincent. I'll grab Bo. Hurry before the smoke gets too bad." Lillian yelled and they pulled the twins off the carving table they landed on.
They pulled them down into the tunnel and Damian slammed the entrance shut as the wax started to bubble on top. Lillian and Damian pulled the boys into a second side tunnel. Lillian ran to the surface to find Dalton.
"Dalt! Dalt!" Lillian yelled. He came out from behind one of the buildings. "Hurry, down here."
They ran down to where Damian was holding Vincent and Bo.
"We need to get to the house and to the truck before anyone comes."
"Who's going to know?" Dalton asked.
"That fucking smoke is at least two miles high! I saw it at least ten minutes before we got home!" Lillian replied yelling.
"We'll follow this into the house and we'll grab as much stuff as we can care and head to my house." Damian instructed. Dalton and Lillian pulled Bo and Damian led the way with Vincent.
The group approached the basement to the house and kicked opened the trap door.
"Dalton, help take Bo and Vincent upstairs and into the truck. I'm going to pack stuff up." Lillian said and ran to the kitchen. Dalton and Damian pulled the twins up the wooden steps and walked in on Lillian piling everything from kitchen ware to photos in to boxes.
"Get them into the goddamn truck and then get your asses back here!" Lillian ordered and ran upstairs. She filled laundry baskets full of clothes and random toiletries. The boys loaded up the twins and then ran back in.
"Start filling up crates we need to get everything out of here," Lillian yelled from upstairs and ran from room to room collecting stuff. Dalton ran up and started pulling things out of all the room and throwing them into the crates he had brought up.
Lillian reached behind Bo's headboard and pulled out the cigar box and threw it in her purse. "Clear out all ID of any kind!" She yelled. Damian started loading Lillian's storage stuff into the cab of the truck along with all the boxes and crates that were being thrown in his direction. Lillian check all the rooms up and then pulled the wall in front of Dr. Sinclair's office shut and pushed the hall table in front of it. Some secrets had to stay that way.
Lillian checked over her room and then through Bo's. She spotted a few loose boxes under the bed and grabbed them and gave them to Dalton on his way down.
"Damian! Get the guns and knives from the cases and unlock the trophy cases." Lillian yelled. She checked through Vincent's room. She took down his pictures and threw all his clothes into some extra crates.
It took them twenty minutes before they heard the sirens. Lillian's heart dropped, but they were still a good mile or two away. All the rooms were bare and empty, besides the beds and the furnitures. Everything was packed generously into the truck. Lillian jumped in the passenger seat and held Bo's head. Dalton rode in the back and kept Vincent's head elevated and breathing.
"Where's the big ring of keys?" Lillian asked. Damian pulled them out of his pocket.
"Thank you," Lillian said and kissed his cheek. "No fucking floor it, we have to get out of here before they get here."
The rocks and dust flew as they sped down the road and through the back roads to Damian's setup. Lillian rubbed Bo's face as the scenery past them. He was breathing, along with Vincent. Bo's face was badly bleeding, but he was still shifting, which made Lillian happy.
"I'm going to fucking kill those sons-a-bitches, if the wax didn't." Lillian muttered and fawned over Bo.
"We're here," Damian said and pulled into the driveway. The smoke was still visible. A happy puppy ran out from the house as they approached. Damian carried Vincent and Lillian and Dalton carried Bo into the house. Lillian sat Bo on the couch and Damian laid Vincent on a pool table.
"Get the truck cleared out, put all the stuff from the house in the spare room over there. Put my storage stuff in the garage, and put the damn groceries away." Lillian said as she examined Bo and Vincent. A good amount of wax covered their clothes and their exposed skin.
"Dalton, bring in the crates with my clothes and the crates with Vincent's clothes. The cops will be coming through soon and we need to get these guys changed and put in the hidden side rooms." Dalton did as told and Lillian eventually found a change of clothes for both unconscious men.
"Dalton, didn't you have clothes?" Damian asked as they put away the groceries. Lillian looked like she had been through hell and back, she felt like it too.
"They're changed. I'm going to do the same, get them put in the side rooms. Do it now and them come back to this. Oh, and set me out some long dinner candles. I need to get the wax off their faces." Lillian said and walked into the bathroom.
