Arrival to Ambrose
Chris is on a tourist bus. After coming back to Huston to visit his father and sister's graves one last time, he decided to tour around the country trying to find a place where he could finally die quietly. Now, the bus driver is cursing and they are running out of gas, Lester spots them and leads them to Ambrose. All the tourists get off the bus and get immediately introduced to the town by Cande, an old friend he met in his last year of highschool, who was calling herself Courtney, and leads them to the House Of Wax for a small tour while the bus gets filled up with gas.
They meet when she is guiding the whole group around the house of wax, eventually it gets dark and the entire group decides to stay at the motel and take off in the morning.
Before he went with the group into the House of Wax, he approached Bo who was naturally blasting Manson. Chris had an idea and took out his earphones, asking Bo if he ever heard of Rammstein, since he likes hard rock too and Bo doesn't know of them. So Chris gives him one earphone to listen to and very deliberately chooses a specific song called Küss Mich.
Bo likes it and starts to gently headbang to the beat, when Chris just casually says “Kiss me”
"I beg yer pardon?" Bo asked
"Oh, it's the name of the song, it's in German though…"
"I see... 'S a good song, I'll give the band a try, er..."
"Chris, Chris Alba" he offers his right hand to shake and Bo takes it gladly, in a firm but friendly handshake.
"Nice meetin' ya, Chris. I'm Bo" they let go of each other's hands after lingering for a second. Making Bo notice a long, vertical scar on Chris' right wrist, barely covered by his snake tattoo.
"It's nice to meet you too, Bo" Chris says with a smile.
Before anything else could go down, "Courtney" was calling the group together to give everybody a tour through the House of Wax.
"Sorry, gotta go. I'll be seeing you around?" Chris asks, a brow raised, and a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Sure thing, enjoy the tour" Bo answered, So this is what it feels to be sweet talked and smirked at by a random southern man? He thinks to himself
Thus, Chris peakes Bo's interest as he walks away. He can't help but to stare at the man's ass as he goes.
He texts Vincent to leave the goth dude to him.
So when the group starts to head to the motel, Bo approaches Chris and offers him to stay the night at the house, Bo is confused but also curious, and he wants to know more about Chris, so he offers him something to drink.
A beer, but Chris asks for whiskey and Bo gets even more interested at this. So they sit on the couch and start drinking, and boy Chris cannot hold his alcohol to save his life. Bo is pretty amused at this, and teases him about it, but you see, Chris is a sad drunk.
At one point he just blankly stares at the way and mutters to himself "I don't want to feel anymore..."
Bo heard this then glanced back at the scar he noticed earlier, so he asks Chris if he is okay.
Chris takes a shot of whiskey and after a long pause "I'm.... tired" he says, without looking up.
Bo knows exactly what he means, but plays dumb and offers to help him upstairs into the guest room, since Chris can barely stand on his own. Chris just holds onto Bo for dear life and lets him guide him upstairs.
At one point, Chris starts humming a song and Bo asks what it is that he is humming, so Chris starts to drunkenly sing a verse:
"I long to be like you
Lie cold in the ground like you
There's room inside for two
And I'm not grieving for you
I'm coming for you…"
Bo is... concerned? He doesn't know why, but he finds himself caring for this random depressed man. Eventually they reach the guest room and as Bo tries to lie Chris down, Chris doesn't let go, making him fall on top of Chris.
Bo is incredibly flustered and tries to get up, but Chris keeps holding onto him, "Please.... Stay..." he begs, Bo just stares into Chris's big sad eyes, looking like they are about to burst and is barely able to blurt out "I can't, I'm sorry" before leaving.
Bo leaves the room, and Chris cries himself to sleep, clutching the pendant on his necklace in his fist.
A few hours later, Chris wakes up in a haze, groggy and hungover, with sunlight beaming into the basement of the gas station from the little drain on the concrete floor of the station. He is strapped to The Chair.
Despite his situation, he calmly scans the room with half opened eyes, until he spots Bo standing across the room, smirking maliciously at him. Chris can't help but to look up and down at him, raise a brow and smirk himself, maybe this was his lucky day after all.
Bo is confused as to why Chris is not only calm as a clam, but smiling under the tape covering his mouth. Is he still drunk? Why is he not fighting against the restraints? Why isn't he trying to cry out for help? He can't for the life of him figure out the man he has strapped, and it frustrates him deeply.
Chris notices Bo's upset and starts to mumble underneath the tape.
Bo angrily stomps his way towards Chris, "Now, whatcha tryna say? Huh?!" He says in an elevated tone and snatches the tape from his mouth, hoping the pain would bring this insane man back to his senses.
"Ow~" Chris says, following it with a deep chuckle.
"What the fuck is wrong with ya?" Bo asks, his blood running hot, although he doesn't quite know in which way.
This only makes him the more confused as Chris calmly responds in a flirtatious tone "I know we had a connection last night but damn, at least take me out to dinner before tying me up, big boy"
Bo is not only confused and angry at this point, but also in disbelief, just what is going on in this man's head?
"An' here I thought I was the fucked up one…" he says as he grabs Chris by the hair and pushes his head back on the chair, holding him there
"... Or maybe ya don't quite understand the situation ya’r in…" he continued as he leaned into Chris' face with his signature sadistic smirk in his face, trying his best to hide the confusion and put up a more intimidating look in hopes of finally getting this man to break.
Chris looks up at him, without moving a muscle, and smiles softly, "Oh I know exactly what's going on, sugar. You seem to be the one who's confused" he said.
Bo is going insane, he must be. Not only he cannot figure this man out, nor scare him, but he also saw right through his facade this easy?
He pushes Chris' head into the chair with a frustrated grunt and turns away from him.
"Aw, don't look so let down, big boy. Here, I'll tell you a secret" Chris starts, and Bo turns back to look at his face, only this time he's keeping a small distance between them.
"You see… when you've longed for death for as long as I have, you don't complain once The Reaper finally shows up…" Chris says solemnly, a tinge of anguish in his voice, much like the night before.
Bo gazed at Chris' scar, then back at his face, "... And, honestly? I couldn't have asked for a better looking Reaper than you, sugar" he said, winking at Bo, who is more confused, yet deeply intrigued by the second.
He's only able to blurt out, "You're fucked in the head…" as he turns his face away again, trying to hide a rising heat creeping up his cheeks. Just, what is going on??
Chris cackles at Bo's reaction, "Well that's rich coming from a guy who has a collection of snuff Polaroids in his torture dungeon" he says, gesturing with his head at the wall covered in victim's pictures.
Bo scoffed at Chris’ remark, then left the room in a huff, slamming the door behind him. He stayed with his back to the door, trying to recollect himself from the madness he just experienced.
This Chris guy was more interesting than he originally thought, and he could hear him groan in frustration from inside the room, “Great! Now I can’t even get somebody else to kill me… way to go, me…”. Maybe he would keep Chris around for a while, see if he really meant all this or if he was just bluffing...
Well! I had this already so I decided to post it now 🖤✨
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