House Of Wax : Nick Jones FF ✅

Thirty. 30

Without any prior notice, the storm doors located above them were suddenly flung open. Every person present directed their gaze upward at the exact moment Vincent descended right in front of them. Lilian emitted a horrified scream! The boys quickly retreated, with Nick pulling Lilian along with him. As they did so, they realized they were cornered against the burners that were heating the large vat of wax.

"Well, there goes the reunion," Dalton muttered.

"Shut up, Dalton!" Wade and Nick snapped simultaneously.

Nick fumbled to release an arrow. He did, but it soared past Vincent's head, embedding in the wall behind him. Dalton threw his broken piece of wood, but his lack of athleticism showed as it missed terribly. Before Nick could reload, Vincent shoved the table holding Carly's torso right at them. It slid, hitting Nick and Wade hard.

Lilian and Dalron were able to dodge as being at the edge of the group, they could only watch as the two boys went down, Carly's body and the table landing on them.

Dalton moved swiftly to provide help, knowing no one could survive without the two strongest, completely absorbed in his task and unaware of Vincent grabbing Lilian. Despite her appearance, she fought back by scratching and biting him vigorously. "ARG!" Vincent exclaimed in pain.

Afterward, Vincent reached for his assortment of carving tools, selecting a ten-inch-long, serrated blade. This action immediately silenced Lilian, making her tremble in fear. "DALTON! FUCKING STOP HIM!" Nick shouted. Dalton followed through, using all his strength to restrain Vincent's arm with the weapon.

Wade freaked out, struggling to get out from underneath Carly's headless body. Probably due to how disturbing it was that this was his girlfriend. He noticed a bat just out of reach, the same bat Lilian had dropped when she screamed, trying to reach for it instead of moving the table now.

Nick, lying next to him, saw Dalton struggling with Vincent coming in for the kill. He looked at his bow—it was busted. Desperately, he looked around and saw the row of propane tanks.

Vincent threw Lilian against the table, giving the boys just enough time to get free. As Vincent yanked Dalton out of his way, Nick snagged a propane tank, jumped to his feet, and spun the valve open, releasing fumes over the open flame under the vat. A blowtorch instantly erupted, and Nick turned it right on Vincent, now only feet away. Vincent spun around, his back igniting into flames. Muffled screams erupted from him as he fell to the ground, frantically trying to extinguish the fire.

Nick dropped the tank, which rolled, catching everything in its path on fire. "BURN, BITCH!" Dalton laughed while Wade pulled Lilian to her feet. She grabbed her bat. They made for the hallway.

INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

The four of them bolted through the hallway, racing under the hands and faces of wax figures. Their significance registered with Lilian as she passed beneath them. Behind them, an inferno began to blaze.

They sprinted across the room to the stairs and stopped. At the top of the stairs, snarling down at them, stood the Mongrel. Teeth bared, saliva dripping. Nick reached up and broke one of the wax arms off the wall. "Fetch this, motherfucker!" he yelled, hurling it right at the dog. It yelped and took off.

Nick grabbed Lilian's hand, and they jammed up the rest of the stairs, Wade helping Dalton by carrying half his weight. They burst out from the stairwell. Nick, leading the way, grabs a wax arm off the floor as they scramble through the kitchen and into the hallway.

They sprint toward the front door, adrenaline pumping.

As they rush past the dining room with its two high chairs, Lilian lets out a scream. She's found Paige. Her waxed figure has replaced the woman Nick knocked over earlier, her face contorted into an exaggerated, welcoming smile.

Lilian can barely handle the sight. Nick quickly pushes her head down, knowing that somewhere nearby, Blake's body would be there too, and he didn't want her to see that. They had to get out of there. He pulled her toward the entrance, with Wade and Dalton breathing heavily behind, begging for some air.

But nothing seems to go their way when the Mongrel, a menacing dog, waits, growling. The front door swings open, revealing Bo, looking beaten but ready for more, butcher's knife in hand. The dog scurries past him. "Hello."

"Dude doesn't know how to fucking die," Nick mutters.

Dalton, his voice trembling, adds, "S-Screw you, man."

Nick suddenly lunges aggressively at Bo with the wax arm, vigorously swinging it in a bat-like motion. Noticing this, Wade decisively charges toward Bo, utilizing his physical strength. Bo attempts to protect himself but is struck by Wade, causing him to be forcefully knocked back against the wall. Nick then delivers another forceful blow to him. "Lilian, go! Dalton, get out of here!" Nick yells.

Nick swung his arm again, causing Bo to quickly duck and swipe his knife in defense. The blade managed to make contact with Nick's chest, resulting in a deep and heavily bleeding cut. Wade steps in immediately, forcefully shoving Bo aside and carefully inspecting the severity of the wound.

A bat crashes against Bo's back, courtesy of Lilian. He stumbles and falls. Pounding footsteps echo down the hallway. Vincent, wielding a sharp weapon, charges toward them. Smoke billows from the kitchen into the hallway behind him. Nick shoves Lilian toward the front door.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Nick shouts.

She shoots Nick a look—his eyes say it all. He's going to sacrifice himself to stop Vincent.

"Go, I'll help him!" Wade insists.

No one has time to protest as Nick steps between Lilian and Vincent, swinging his wax arm just past Vincent's head. Vincent lashes out and narrowly misses Nick. Wade takes the opportunity to swing the wax arm like a club but misses. Vincent counters with a swift plunge of his carving tool, stabbing Wade. Now both Nick and Wade are injured. Dalton panics, knowing it isn't safe to stay. He grabs Lilian to go, but she stands her ground, both of them unable to look away from the scene.

Lilian sobs, "No!"

Nick staggers to help Wade, only to be easily stabbed due to his slow reaction. "Fuck!" he exclaims as he falls back toward the front, collapsing and knocking Wade over. But before he falls, Nick punches Vincent hard in the jaw, causing Vincent to roll back a good distance.

As Lilian steps back in horror at the sight of her bleeding boyfriend and friend, her leg is grabbed by Bo, who is on the ground. "Lilian!" Dalton grips her hand, trying to use his weight to stop it.

Lilian doesn't give up. She kicks Bo in the head with her free foot. His head snaps back, and he lets go. She and Dalton bolt for the open door, but Bo manages to kick it closed, blocking their escape.

INT. HOUSE OF WAX - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

The place is heating up fast as flames and smoke crawl up the interior walls, causing everything to melt. It's getting harder to breathe, and the heat makes it difficult to focus. The situation is dire. They head for their only escape—the stairs. Seeing this, Dalton pushes Lilian for a head start, just to be safe.

Bo gets to his feet, blood boiling, knife still in hand. He looks at Nick, who is struggling to get up. Lilian and Dalton can see it in Bo's eyes—he's going to finish Nick off. He starts toward him.

In that critical moment, Wade's eyes caught sight of the thick bands of scar tissue wrapped around Bo's wrists. His gaze shifted to the high chair with leather straps in the dining room, and a sudden realization dawned upon him.

"That was your high chair, wasn't it?!" Wade's voice pierced through the tense atmosphere, desperately trying to divert Bo's attention from Nick, his hand still pressed against his side where Vincent had wounded him.

Bo's head whipped around to face Wade, a flash of vulnerability crossing his features. He's hit a nerve.