My ending of "House of wax (2005)" since I dont like the original one

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Meanwhile the two Sinclair brothers observed the hectic flickering of the city lights from their living room window next to the pool table. 

Bo was the first one to notice it, opening the dusty curtains to see the whole city light up uncontrollably. 

Vincent slowly looked over his brother shoulder and admired the chaos in the otherwise calm village. If they wouldn't be in a life- and existence threatening situation he might have felt inspired by the sight. His eye then slowly trailed to Bo's face as if to ask what they were going to do now. Said Sinclair brother saw Vincent looking at him from the corner of his eye and began to smirk slightly. 

Stupid kids, he thought, they walked in a trap without even knowing it. This would be their doom. 

He hastily shut the curtains and grabbed his brothers shoulders to look at his masked face. Vincent flinched at the sudden movement and glanced at Bo's enthusiastic looking face. "We got em now Vince." he exclaimed with a twinkle in his eyes, "You go down and cut em off, I'm gonna wait for em in the house.".

Vincent thought about his brothers plan for a few seconds and then nodded slightly. He nearly expected this kind of plan from his brother already.

During their whole murderous career Bo only managed to kill one single tourist and that was a lost grandmother on her way to visit her daughter south of Ambrose. 

Vincent still remembered Bo's victorious smile as he dragged the corpse of the demolished woman down in his workshop. He couldn't help but smile at the flashback.

Whenever he killed his victims he was careful to not make it too messy as that would make the process of putting them in wax way more difficult. Bo however did the exact opposite with the old lady from a few months ago. It seemed as though he suddenly started to like working with wax, now that he had his own victim. He even built a system with which they could move her arm to look through the curtains. None of the brothers had ever seen Bo so proud before. 

It made Vincent remember his pride when he saw his first wax figure standing in the golden sunlight of his mothers waxen house. He wanted the whole world to see and admire it.

Smiling fondly at the memory he tried to clear his mind. The latest tourists seemed to be so much more strong and young than the other ones. He was still slightly irritated at the mess he made with the last two. The blonde one would take hours to fix.

Sighing he looked at his brother a last time. 

Bo was sweating profusely and blood trickled down his chest and his left arm. He would need to be fast and deadly because Bo wasn't able to take much more, that much was clear. 

He nodded again and started walking towards his fathers office. 

Behind him, he heard Bo shuffle out of the main door while grunting quietly. 

He entered the dark room and saw the illuminated trap door still open. His heavy boots made the stairs creak as he made his way to the terrified twins.