Dependance
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G through L › House of Wax
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
3,162
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own House of Wax, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Diggin' Up A Hole
Lorna’s eyes widened in horror. Is this possible? Some is actually encased in wax!? God knows how close to death they were…
The seventeen year old pivoted her neck around as fast as she could, hoping to catch a glimpse of something helpful, something that would assist her in digging through the mound. Her orbs landed on what looked a shop selling military supplies and DIY equipment. Lorna raced over to it to find the window was shattered, offering her quick entrance; she suddenly realized that this place was completely deserted apart from the person trapped under the big pile of wax, but then again this was a catastrophe site, it was unlikely that the local housewives would be in their backyards hanging out their washing now, was it?
Spotting a shovel, Lorna’s hands wrapped around the handle as quick as a python reaching to attack it’s prey. Then within seconds she was at the top of the hill, plunging the head of the shovel into the hardened wax. It made a slight dint, nothing more. Lorna emitted a sound of frustration and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Hopefully whoever was down there could hang on because this was going to take a while…
The sun was setting on the horizon and Lorna was still digging away. A few hours earlier Lorna had heard the person’s moans of pain become, and angered by her slowness, she slammed the handle of the shovel to the floor, splintering it. Those splinters -which were big ones- were now embedded in her hands, poking mischievously at the skin and tissue and her hands continued to work at the wax. The sun cast a long shadow of her form along the road. A low whine met Lorna’s ears, louder than before. Although it was a high-pitched sound, it was too unnatural and strained for this person to be female.
“It’s okay! I’m going to get you out of there, just hold on!” Shouted Lorna, now wildly digging at the wax with the head of the shovel. The broken wood scratched and rubbed against her ruby coloured hands continually, flakes of dried blood sometimes shifting from the skin and floating to the ground. Her laboured huffing and puffing filled the air in almost unnoticeable echoes. Her arms were numb with effort after all of the continual up-down movement of her arms. And now twilight surrounded her.
Abruptly, metal scraped against the material of a black leather coat. Brown yes stared in wonder. She had finally gotten to him.
A groan grounded against her eardrums, feeling almost painful after the silence that had surrounded her over hours; and now alerted back to the distress of the man, Lorna worked herself into a gentle, yet hurried frenzy of clawing at the wax with the shovel - careful not to harm.
The form of a man began to take shape, broad shoulders, muscled leather clad back, followed by legs dressed camouflage and feet garbed in black boots. The most noticeable and bold things about his body was the fact there was a knife protruding from his back, covered in red stained wax.
Lorna rushed away again to grab a Medical Kit from one of the buildings (the gas station). Returning, the girl began to work by telling the man to brace himself as she gripped the hilt of the blade and yanked it out, followed by a spurt of blood. The man had groaned in pain while the said crimson liquid splashed diagonally up Lorna’s shoulder and neck. She jumped slightly then followed by shaking her head in annoyance. Lifting the man’s coat and grey shirt, Lorna saw the shocking depth of the wound. The female began to take the alcohol out of the Medical Kit, and a few seconds later after applying it to the wound, the man growled in his throat.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, it’s just some rubbing alcohol for your wound.”
Everything that was said during the event by Lorna was answered in the most primative of sounds.
Lorna leaned back, relaxing as must as her muscles would allow, to check over the makeshift stitches that had closed the knife-wound. It was now night-time, and the only way Lorna had been able to stitch was the fact that the moon and the stars were out and shining like diamonds. He was lying face down, as he was from the start, now appearing to be asleep.
Sleep scratched at the back of the girl’s eyes and under her eyelids, like someone was working a lever in her orbs with ongoing force. Giving in, Lorna fell back on the wax, her mind seeing anything that you can lie on a five star bed of utmost comfort.
[A/N: There will be, eventually, actually content that goes with the rating, and it will be of the HORROR GENRE! No sexual inuendos I'm afraid, just lovely lovely gore. :) ]
The seventeen year old pivoted her neck around as fast as she could, hoping to catch a glimpse of something helpful, something that would assist her in digging through the mound. Her orbs landed on what looked a shop selling military supplies and DIY equipment. Lorna raced over to it to find the window was shattered, offering her quick entrance; she suddenly realized that this place was completely deserted apart from the person trapped under the big pile of wax, but then again this was a catastrophe site, it was unlikely that the local housewives would be in their backyards hanging out their washing now, was it?
Spotting a shovel, Lorna’s hands wrapped around the handle as quick as a python reaching to attack it’s prey. Then within seconds she was at the top of the hill, plunging the head of the shovel into the hardened wax. It made a slight dint, nothing more. Lorna emitted a sound of frustration and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Hopefully whoever was down there could hang on because this was going to take a while…
The sun was setting on the horizon and Lorna was still digging away. A few hours earlier Lorna had heard the person’s moans of pain become, and angered by her slowness, she slammed the handle of the shovel to the floor, splintering it. Those splinters -which were big ones- were now embedded in her hands, poking mischievously at the skin and tissue and her hands continued to work at the wax. The sun cast a long shadow of her form along the road. A low whine met Lorna’s ears, louder than before. Although it was a high-pitched sound, it was too unnatural and strained for this person to be female.
“It’s okay! I’m going to get you out of there, just hold on!” Shouted Lorna, now wildly digging at the wax with the head of the shovel. The broken wood scratched and rubbed against her ruby coloured hands continually, flakes of dried blood sometimes shifting from the skin and floating to the ground. Her laboured huffing and puffing filled the air in almost unnoticeable echoes. Her arms were numb with effort after all of the continual up-down movement of her arms. And now twilight surrounded her.
Abruptly, metal scraped against the material of a black leather coat. Brown yes stared in wonder. She had finally gotten to him.
A groan grounded against her eardrums, feeling almost painful after the silence that had surrounded her over hours; and now alerted back to the distress of the man, Lorna worked herself into a gentle, yet hurried frenzy of clawing at the wax with the shovel - careful not to harm.
The form of a man began to take shape, broad shoulders, muscled leather clad back, followed by legs dressed camouflage and feet garbed in black boots. The most noticeable and bold things about his body was the fact there was a knife protruding from his back, covered in red stained wax.
Lorna rushed away again to grab a Medical Kit from one of the buildings (the gas station). Returning, the girl began to work by telling the man to brace himself as she gripped the hilt of the blade and yanked it out, followed by a spurt of blood. The man had groaned in pain while the said crimson liquid splashed diagonally up Lorna’s shoulder and neck. She jumped slightly then followed by shaking her head in annoyance. Lifting the man’s coat and grey shirt, Lorna saw the shocking depth of the wound. The female began to take the alcohol out of the Medical Kit, and a few seconds later after applying it to the wound, the man growled in his throat.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, it’s just some rubbing alcohol for your wound.”
Everything that was said during the event by Lorna was answered in the most primative of sounds.
Lorna leaned back, relaxing as must as her muscles would allow, to check over the makeshift stitches that had closed the knife-wound. It was now night-time, and the only way Lorna had been able to stitch was the fact that the moon and the stars were out and shining like diamonds. He was lying face down, as he was from the start, now appearing to be asleep.
Sleep scratched at the back of the girl’s eyes and under her eyelids, like someone was working a lever in her orbs with ongoing force. Giving in, Lorna fell back on the wax, her mind seeing anything that you can lie on a five star bed of utmost comfort.
[A/N: There will be, eventually, actually content that goes with the rating, and it will be of the HORROR GENRE! No sexual inuendos I'm afraid, just lovely lovely gore. :) ]