I caught a cold yesterday so I decided that I'm finally going to put my mind to it and start updating. This is the first one I've done, the others I just have to finish typing from the papers I have. I really don't think there's anything else to say.

Disclaimer- I own nothing you recognize.

The House of Wax never seemed so eerie than now, the lifeless figures almost tracking me with their frozen eyes. I shivered, wishing that they weren't eternally joyful. I hurried to one of the many short cuts of the of the town, eager to get away from the place as fast as possible. I paused at the beginning of the labyrinth, wondering which way I had to go in order to confront Vincent. "Goddammit, no wonder no one gets out of here alive, this place is way too confusing for my mind, I'm too old for this – Jesus-fucking-Christ, don't do that!" I laid a hand over my heart, trying to get over my moment of terror. I glared at Vincent for sneaking up on me. He wandered off down one of the tunnels and I stared at his receding form, debating on how to approach the subject.

"Hey, wait!" I shouted after him, grabbing on to the back of his jacket so he couldn't go any further. Once I let go he turned and looked at me expectantly. I found myself at a loss for words. " I-um-well, I...you see, I...wanted to ask you some questions." I glanced around. "Can we not talk in the middle of this hallway-thingie?" We walked into his workshop and her began prepping a corpse for waxing. I took a seat on a stool.

"So, yeah, I wanted to ask you a few things," I restated, tapping my fingernails against the table. He glanced up to give me a quizzical look. "Let's start with 'who are you?'" Vincent stared at me for a few moments as if I'd gone insane. "Like, who are you as a person, you know? Am I making sense?" He shook his head. I sighed. "I want to get to know you."

"No." His reply was so sudden I almost fell off my stool. I stared at him in shock.

"But...why not?" I asked, leaning forward on my stool. He shrugged. "That's not an answer!" I practically shouted, exasperated. "I'm not like-like them!" I waved my arms at the body, which was now being rigged up in the wax shower. He paused, looking at the floor for a moment, before facing me.

"How much do you know about us?" he asked, and it took all my will to keep myself from jumping in joy.

"Well, you were conjoined twins, the separation could have been better, your mother died of a brain cyst and your father shot himself because of it." He nodded slowly. "Say...whatever happened to your father? Is he on display here, too?"

Vincent shook his head. "No. The way he shot himself...there was too much damage. We buried him in the back of the church, in that little cemetery."

"Okay, then." I doubted that was the case, but I figured there were somethings I wasn't supposed to know. "What was it like, growing up here?"

He shrugged. "It was a small town, one of those everybody knows everybody kind of things. You could leave your doors unlocked and not worry about being robbed. Growing up I was the good child and Bo was the bad. Some twin thing."

"What made you snap and hurt everyone who came 'cross your path?"

"I didn't want to at first, it was all Bo's idea. But her reminded me of all the torture people'd put me through. Plus he said my artwork would be more real. Said Mom would be proud."

I thought about it, the logic of a crazed young boy. I suppose it would make sense to him. Didn't serial killers usually have a mother problem? There was always Ed Gein. Not knowing what to say without making him angry, I shrugged. "Que sera sera," I commented finally and he chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, I guess we kind of lost track of that original motivation," he agreed.

"Clearly," I scoffed a tiny bit and kicked my heels against the legs of the stool.

"What about you?"

"Me? Well, I'm a resurrectionist – probably not the kind you're thinking of. I provide bodies to my medical school by digging up graves and such."

"You have a medical school?"

"Yeah. In the basement of an apartment building back in Amarillo." He nodded and I slid off my stool. "See you around. I'm going to go see if I can cheer Les back up. Turned down an offer to go terrorize some teens."