"Nick?"

Carly leaned in the doorway of her twin's room, her head tilting slightly.

"Car." Nick's tone was icy as he set the photo album he had been flipping through on his bed. "What?"

"Don't be an asshole to me, Nicholas Carter Jones. Look..will you just come with me, to the living room?"

After a moment of hesitation, Nick nodded and stood up, following his sister back to the living room, where he stopped and stared at the standing Aiden.

"Wade?"

Aiden smiled sadly yet again.

"No such luck."

"Nick. This is Wade's twin brother, Aiden. He wants to know what really happened to Wade and the others."

"Erm...alright. Then we'll tell him. He does have a right to know, I suppose." Nick sat down in his chair, note the word his. Nick sat in that chair, and only Nick.

"Yes. He does." Carly settled herself on the couch, pulling a blanket off the back and wrapping it around herself. She motioned for Aiden to sit, and slowly took a deep breath before beginning to talk.

"I guess it all started the night before the big game...We were just goofing off, having fun, camping out in some clearing after a shortcut Blake had found was blocked off. Then this truck pulled up..and it just kind of sat there, it's brights on. The guys tried to convince whoever it was to turn their lights off..and he only went away when Nick threw a beer bottle at him." Carly cast a look at Nick, then looked at Aiden again.

"That night..I woke up after having this weird dream...and I got out of the tent, going to try and see what it was. I didn't see anything, and Wade woke up and came to herd me back into the tent. The next day, we all woke up late, so everyone was in a hurry. Paige and I smelt something, so we went to go see what it was..and then I fell into this nasty roadkill pit. When the others came to help me out, Wade told us the fan belt on his car was busted. So we were going to stay and just wait for the others to get back from the game, because Wade didn't want to leave his car out there. Then, this guy.." She looked at Nick then, her eyes pleading for his help.

Nick's voice was calm as he started talking. "A guy came by in a truck just like the one that had been at the campsite the night before. Only his headlight wasn't broken. He played a little joke on us, then offered to take Wade to Ambrose. Carly decided to go with them. So, they all three left, and we headed for the campsite to get ready to get moving for the game."

Finally, Carly steadied herself, and looked at Aiden, then continued talking. "The guy..he really creeped me out. He had a knife, and was just really, really creepy. Then he dropped us off where the road washed out...I remember feeling like such a bitch because he had only wanted to help us and we were totally rude. But then we headed for the town, and it was fine. We stopped at the gas station, but no one was there. So we headed up to the church, and walked right in. There was a funeral going on..so we went out. Then we kind of stood outside, and this guy..Bo. He came out and asked us what we wanted. Wade told him we wanted a fan belt. Bo didn't take it very well. Then he came back out after going in angrily..and said he'd help us after the burial was over. So we went to this House of Wax.."

"It's wax. Like, literally."

Carly shuddered a bit at the memory. "Wade and I went in, because the door was unlocked...and it was really freaky. Everything...it just seemed so real. Well then I saw this face outside..and Wade went to go check it out." She noticed Aiden tensed a bit at that part. "But he didn't find anything. So we left, and went down to the gas station.

"Bo wasn't there. So we went in, because the door was unlocked, and Wade just wanted to look.. and they didn't have any fifteen inch fan belts. So Wade took a sixteen inch and left the money on the counter, and we went to leave when Bo showed up at the door. He said he had some fifteen inches up at his house, and if we went him, he'd get us one. So we did. He said he'd give us a ride back to where the road was washed out, where Nick and the others were supposed to pick us up. On the way...he told this story, about the woman who had made the House of Wax. Trudy Sinclair. Her and her husband had two sons...and then Trudy got this cist in her brain, and she lost it. Finally, Dr. Sinclair shot himself. The boys were left to fend for themselves. When we got up to the house, Wade and Bo went inside, and I waited in Bo's truck. Finally, Bo came out, but Wade didn't. Wade never showed up. The truck..Bo's truck was the truck from the campsite. That was when everything went downhill. Bo came after me..and he finally caught me. Only then did I realize everything about Ambrose. He took me back to the gas station, by then it was dark, and he turned on loud music...so no one would hear me. Then he strapped me to this hospital bed..and super glued my lips shut."

Nick cleared his throat, and started to talk. "The rest of us ended turning back. There was a lot of traffic, and none of us wanted to wait in that car all day. So we headed back. Then Blake sent me and Dalton to go get Carly and Wade. We went to the end of the washed out road...and we walked from there. We split up when we got there, I went to the gas station and Dalton went to look around other places. When I got to the gas station...Bo came out. He told me he hadn't seen my sister or her boyfriend when I asked..and then he said I could check up at the house. Then..Carly screamed."

Carly sighed a bit, holding out her right index finger, the one that had been filed down. "I had broken the arms of the hospital bed, and was poking my finger through a vent where I could hear Nick and Bo. The bastard saw and cut off the tip of my finger. That's how I got my mouth unglued, from the blood. Then I screamed for Nick. I guess he locked Bo out, because he came to get me, and helped me get out of there. Then we ran from the gas station, and to this hunting store..Nick took a bow and arrow. Then Bo caught us again. We ran from him the rest of the night, and Nick got him with two arrows. Then we hid in his house...and I found the pictures. Bo and Vincent, his brother, were Trudy Sinclair's sons. They had been conjoined at birth, and had to have an experimental surgery done on them to remove Vincent's face from the back of Bo's head. That left Vincent without half of his face." Carly sighed again, before continuing. "We had to go downstairs in the basement to hide from them. We ran a bit, and then...then we found Dalton. They had already killed him, and before that, we had seen Paige and Blake's bodies in Vincent's truck. Dalton was in this machine...and they had already poured wax all over him...it was terrible. Then we started messing with switches...and they found us. A fire started in the basement...and we ran upstairs, only we ended up in the House of Wax. Then..." Carly looked near tears. "That's where we found Wade. He was already covered in wax. Half his face was sliced off. We had to keep going...so we headed to the next room, and then Bo got Nick with a knife..and it all just happened so fast...I beat the hell out of Bo..I killed him...then I ran..."

Nick cleared his throat a bit again, letting his sister know that she didn't have to talk anymore. "Carly ran upstairs. Vincent went after her, and I tried to follow. After a while, I got to them. Vincent and I had a go around the bedroom...this mask..he wore a mask. A wax one. Carly..she pulled the knife out of my leg and stabbed Vincent with it. We all fell through the floor..And Carly and I landed on solid...wax. We dug through the wax walls and managed to get outside before the whole place melted. Then the police found us from all the smoke..."

Aiden, who had been quiet this whole time, finally spoke.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. I really am."

Carly was now crying silently, her face in her hands. A year had passed, yes, but the memories were as vivid as ever. What could she do without her friends? She had none now. Nick. That was it. And now Aiden, if you could call him a friend.

Oh, God...the memories...damn those memories. Playing like a film in her mind.

"When there's nothing left to say...what can you do?

I'm heavily broken...and there's nothing I can do."