House Of Wax : Nick Jones FF ✅

Thirty-one. 31

"Why are you doing this for a woman who fucking hated you?" Wade screamed out, trying to make his point clear amidst the chaos.

Bo, seething with rage, snapped back viciously, "Don't say that!" Meanwhile, Lillian watched the scene unfold. Wase was squirming in pain, unable to articulate his thoughts clearly. Seeing Dalton's clueless expression, Lillian realized she had to step in and continue the confrontation, knowing the backstory all too well.

Seeing Bo moving closer to Nick, she screamed louder to divert Bo's attention. "You're nothing but the talentless twin. You stole her favorite's face!" she taunted.

"Shut up!" Bo yelled back.

"Is that why you blew her brains out?" Lillian retorted, pushing Bo's buttons further.

Bo had reached his limit. He changed direction, moving away from Nick and toward Lillian with deadly intent. Vincent joined him, finally returning from his own business. Dalton, seeing the imminent danger, had no choice but to act. He quickly pushed Lillian up the stairs, scrambling in the heat of the moment as Vincent and Bo chased them.

The heat from the fire was beginning to soften the wax stairwell. Lillian and Dalton disappeared around a corner at the top, trying to catch their breath. Dalton, his mind racing, grabbed the bat from Lillian despite her questioning eyes.

Bo and Vincent followed, their heavier weight causing their feet to sink deeper into the melting wax of the stairs. Just as Bo reached the top, he was met with a powerful swing from Carly's bat, this time wielded by Dalton, who had finally mustered the courage to attack. The impact snapped Bo's head back, sending both brothers tumbling down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, only Vincent stirred. He looked at Bo's mangled face, now terribly distorted by the bat, making them look more alike than ever. Bo was dead. In a guttural wail, Vincent mourned his brother's death, pulling Bo into his arms and cradling him like a baby. The loss was too much. He pressed his face against his brother's, where they had once been connected.

The heat intensified, with flames creeping through holes in the floor as pockets of wax melted and dripped into the basement. Vincent looked up to see Lillian and Dalton watching him from the top of the stairs, bat in hand. His waxed face began to sag from the heat, giving him an even more demonic appearance. Laying his brother down gently, Vincent grabbed his carving tool and started back up the stairs, determined to get his revenge.

Hot wax droplets began to fall onto Vincent, but he didn't care. Bo was dead, and nothing else mattered. The walls nearby began to droop, doorways sagged, and wax carvings melted into pools as the heat grew more intense by the second. Flames nearly engulfed the first floor.

Upstairs, Dalton was sweating profusely, and Lillian was struggling with her asthma, making it hard to breathe. They attempted to run down the hallway toward a lone bedroom, but the melting wax beneath their feet slowed them down. Dalton finally reached a door at the end of the hall, pulling Lillian in as her foot sank into the wax. He closed the door just as Vincent reached the top of the stairs.

Inside the bedroom, which was eerily decorated as a baby's room in wax, there were no windows and no escape. Lillian moved to a nearby dresser, noticing a wax replica of the entire town on top of it. She pushed the dresser against the door just as Vincent's carving tool pierced through the softened wax, stopping a hair short of her eyes. Another plunge, and then another. Dalton pulled Lillian behind him, readying the bat with nerves of steel as Vincent continued his assault on the door.

Taking terrified steps back, they bumped into a baby's crib. Lillian couldn't help but notice the solid wax replicas of the twins in infancy, attached to the face. The door splintered more, and it was only seconds before Vincent would be inside. "Lil, I just want to say I love you! Like so much!" Dalton suddenly confessed, feeling this might be their last moment together.

Lillian, however, focused on their dire situation. Their feet were literally sinking into the soft wax floor. Her mind raced, trying to plan an escape as they struggled to move further away from the door. Dalton could now see Vincent as he made an opening large enough to start tearing through with his hands, enlarging it by the second.

The floor began to melt further, exposing the first floor below. The heat blazed as Vincent crashed into the room, revealing what was underneath his wax mask—a tangled mess of ghostly white scar tissue, covering a deformed, flat face with two tiny nostrils, small bead-like eyes, and a small round hole the size of a quarter for a mouth.

"LEAVE US FUCKING ALONE!" Dalton screamed, readying the bat for a final stand. Vincent ran straight for them, ready to kill. Dalton screamed louder, trying to block out his fear and muster the courage, knowing they were in a dire situation.

Just then, the floor beneath them melted away, sending both of them crashing through to the study below.

Lilian found herself in a daze, her body aching from injuries sustained in the chaos. Painfully, she opened her eyes, only to realize that the only barrier between her and the gaping maw of the basement was a series of boards, spaced just enough to tease danger. Below her, the entire basement had turned into a pool of boiling wax, the heat, and smoke enveloping her as if in a nightmare. Animal heads and bodies melted away in grotesque shapes, adding to the surreal horror of the scene.

Near the front door, Nick lay motionless. But then, a glimmer of hope—Carly's call stirred him. He was alive. Desperate to reach him, Lilian attempted to crawl closer, navigating the treacherous gaps between the boards. But before she could reach him, Vincent grabbed her, dangling perilously below her. With one hand clinging to a support beam and the other grasping Lilian, there seemed to be no escape.

Her eyes scanned the surroundings desperately, searching for anything to aid her. Then, she spotted it—the glint of Bo's butcher knife, just out of reach. Determined not to give up, she juggled between resisting Vincent's pull and stretching her body to reach the knife. The pain was excruciating, but she couldn't afford to falter. "Lil? Lilly!" Dalton's voice broke through her agony, bringing a glimmer of hope. With a renewed sense of urgency, she called out, "Dalton, quickly!"

Though Dalton was closer to the knife, he couldn't risk his safety to reach her. There was only one option left. He threw the knife to her, and with all her strength, she reached out and barely managed to grasp it. It was all she needed. With a primal scream, she drove the blade down, severing Vincent's fingers from the beam.

Vincent screamed in agony as his grip faltered. Hanging by a thread, his weight became too much for Lilian to bear. Inch by inch, her grip weakened. "Kill him, Lil!" Dalton's voice urged her on, pushing her to her limits. Summoning every ounce of strength she had left, she raised the butcher's knife once more and delivered the final blow, splitting open Vincent's skull like firewood. With a brief, pathetic look, he plummeted into the pool of boiling wax, never to resurface.

Struggling against the odds, Lilian pulled herself up, her determination unwavering. She saw Nick starting to slide toward the basement, the wax claiming him inch by inch. With flames raging around her, she raced against time, stepping unsteadily from one beam to another, making her way to her boyfriend. "Dal, do you see Wade anywhere?" she called out, her concern for the boy adding to her urgency.

With every last ounce of strength, she reached Nick, grabbing him just as he began to slip away. With a mighty effort, she pulled him back, crashing through the melting front door to safety. "Y-Yeah, I got him," Dalton's voice came through, strained with effort. They were safe, for now.

Outside, on the front porch of the House of Wax, Nick and Lilian tumbled to safety, joined by Dalton helping Wade. As the house liquefied beneath them, they watched in awe as the structure imploded, consumed by flames.