As Misty left the room that stored the two boys, she heard some commotion in her factory. As she moved through the machines, she found the source. Arwin was trying to drag a boy, to the containment shower. The young boy struggled wildly against her brother, calling for help from people who were not there. Arwin kept pulled at the boy's cloths, but he fought him off.
"Arwin, what is this?" Misty asked. Arwin looked up at his sister, pulling the boy off his feet, letting his dangle by the scruff of his tee.
"Trespasser. I found another one. Two more boys ran away." he said.
"Let me go! When my brother gets his hands on you, he'll kick you butt!" Johnathan shouted angrily.
"Oh your brother?" Misty started, "I"m sorry, but he's a little...stuck with another matter at the moment." she said in her sing-song voice. She approached young Johnathan and started pulling at his pants.
"Let go! Stop!" he kicked at her and Misty fell. Angry, Arwin forcefully threw the young boy into the container, shut the door before he could get up. Fearful, Johnathan started bounding on the door.
"Let me out! Let me out!" he pleaded. Arwin walked over to his fallen sister and helped her up.
"I"m fine Arwin. It's ok," she told her brother softly. I'm going to go get an ice pack. I"ll be back." she told him before walking to a kitchenet. Arwin turned to the frightened boy.
"No one hurts my sister. You will wish for death when I'm done with you." he said as he went over and pulled a lever.
Just like Eric, Johnathan was suddenly sprayed with a strange oily substance that stuck to his clothing, which in turn stuck to his skin. He felt heavy, his breathing irregular. He took off his shirt, pants and boxers in hopes of helping his breathing and movement. The oil clung to his skin and he slipped several times.
When Misty returned, she found Arwin laughing at Johnathan, he was just a thick layer of oil that he looked to have gone swimming in it.
"Arwin! What are you doing," she demanded of him. She hit her brother on the shoulder and turned off the spray, giving Johnathan some relief. "Using that oil first can be disastrous to the entire process. It might not let any of the wax or plaster or anything to stick. He might as well be a useless lump."
Johnathan tried to stand, but he ended up slipping to the floor.
"See?"
"But he hurt you."
"Then let ME find the perfect use for him." Misty said as she turned back to the boy. Young Johnathan wasn't what Misty would call the perfect subject. He was short, scrawny, lacked any muscles. The only handsome feature he possessed was his face, which had baby fat, and his large blue eyes. Then an idea clicked.
"I've got it." Misty said before she turned to her brother, telling him to take out all the clothing in the container. Arwin did as told, opening the door to the container and pulling out the clothing that belonged to Johnathan and Eric. Young Johnathan tried to get out, but he was pushed in.
Once in container was cleared, Misty pulled a lever, turned a few knobs, and then pushed a button. Thick, black wax started to pour and rain down onto Johnathan. He jumped from the heat of the wax touching his bare skin. The young boy stood to run away from the wax, but the oil and liquid wax combined kept making him fall on his butt.
The wax poured from the ceiling now, and Johnathan tried to cover himself with his arms. It was no use. Within the hour, when Misty opened the door, Johnathan had been incased in a thick, black waxy coat. Arwin pulled him out and the two could hear muffled sounds from the statue.
"Now, for the next step." Misty said as Arwin placed Johnathan on a table and Misty herself rolled a side table with a pot of wax.