On another website I'm writing a House of Wax fanfic. It's called Ambrose. Here's the first chapter and PLEASE tell me what you think! I NEED OPINIONS, KIDS! I'm not going to update here, I just want some feedback. So comment, message, I don't care, just tell me what you think!
"So, biggest game of the year, huh?" I ask over the phone. "Yeah. And Nick's coming, and Paige is the only other potentially sane person here. Please come," begs Carly. I sigh. "Fine. But if Dalton gets within five feet of me, I'll kick his ass," I say. "Fine. Just come, okay?" she asks. "I'm on my way," I say. Carly's been my friend forever. My name is Maria. I'm in college getting a doctorate in psychology. Which is weird because of times like these. On rare occasion, I forget everything and I have to remind myself where I am, who I am, stuff like that. I go out to my motorcycle and start off to meet the rest of Carly's group about 30 minutes away. When I pull up, Carly runs over and hugs me. "Wow, it's so great to see you," she says. I nod to everyone, kind of freaked out when Nick keeps on staring at me. Then we all start off towards Baton Rouge for the big football game. We end up camping outside someone's property in the middle of nowhere. Everyone else is messing around, but I'm just sitting in the shadows in an old lawn chair. Nick is, too, but more in the light of the campfire. I've always liked darkness and quiet. Peace. Maybe because I'm an artist. I sculpt in my basement. Interpol's Roland is playing on the car radio, and they start playing football while they listen to it. Someone throws it and it lands at Nick's feet. He crushes it. They groan. And everyone but Nick, Dalton and I start making out. "Gross. I gotta piss," I say, and head into the woods. It smells awful, but I couldn't care less. No worse than a college bathroom. I get back just in time to see Nick throwing a beer at the headlight of someone's truck. The truck leaves, and I walk over. "Nice aim, Nick," I say. I pat him on the shoulder and sit back down. About an hour later, I'm the only one awake. I put out the campfire and take my bow and my arrows off of my motorcycle and go back in the woods. I hunt a little, do some target practice, and find a ginormous pit of roadkill. I guess I'd find it surprising or nasty if I had been raised in any other state besides Texas. But I wasn't, and roadkill pits aren't as uncommon as you might think. I continue to wander through the forest. I find my phone and start playing Bring Me to Life by Evanescence. The next song that comes on is The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You by My Chemical Romance. I remember that I set the music on shuffle. "Pull the plug, but I'd like to learn your name, and holding on, well I hope you do the same, ah sugar, slip into the tragedy, you've spun this chamber dry," I sing. I head back to the campsite but don't make it back until shortly before dawn. Dalton is the first one up, and we both pull out our phones and play Blink-182's The Rock Show on full blast. I may not like him, but he has a decent taste in music. It wakes everyone else up, and we all sing it. Everyone except- you guessed it- Nick, who does watch me. It's weird. He's the twin brother of one of my best friends. We start to rock out to When I Come Around by Green Day, but Carly has to piss and she makes Paige and I come with. She's afraid of being alone in the woods, but she'll never admit to it. She ends up following that bad smell and falls in the roadkill pit. She sees a hand and freaks out. "Well, I'm going to bed. Have a nice day," I say. I head back to the campsite and get in my black tent. I hear Wade complaining about his fan belt, and I put on my headphones and zone out to some Death Cab for Cutie. I don't know why I like this band, but I do. My MP3 turns back to Adam's Song, and I fall asleep during the piano thing near the end of the song. I have the weirdest dream in ever...
***Dreaming (It's in italics on the other website)***
I'm there. I see things clearly. There's a young boy eating cereal in a highchair. The left side of his face is deformed. He's calm and doesn't talk. A woman, his mother, is molding a wax head. A boy is behind me. He hugs me and whispers, "Maybe that'll be you someday. Sculpting in the kitchen with your family. Our family, maybe." I giggle, and I know that he must be my boyfriend or something. A man walks in with a thrashing, angry boy who looks just like the calm one, but without any facial deformity. He gets put in a highchair and is bound to it by leather restraints and duct tape. He scratches his mother, and she slaps him across the face. Then I feel like I'm falling. The last thing I see is the face of the boy who hugged me. Then blackness.
Like I said, House of Wax fanfic. GIVE ME OPINIONS AND I'LL GIVE YOU MORE (virtual) DETONATION!
~Crystalline Switchblade
