I do not own Hellraiser. I only own Jezebel and Sally.

Story Start

"Good morning," Jezebel said sleepily as her mom entered her room and flung open the curtains. Her platinum blonde hair and red eyes disappeared under the blanket as the sunshine flooded her room.

"Jezebel, get out of bed already. It's the summer after you graduated high school, you should be enjoying this time, not hiding in your room. I don't care if you're albino, you shouldn't be a hermit too," Jezebel's mom, Sally, kept ranting and Jezebel glared at the covers in front of her face.

"Mom, summer break started today, exactly today, so why are you freaking out about me being a hermit?" she snapped as she tried to get used to the light in her room as she uncovered herself. She glared at how bright the sun was because mornings were never her friends.

"You should be out there, making friends. I won't let you do like you did last summer where you only played video games online with people. You have to get out there and go make real friends, not gaming friends," Sally continued ranting at her daughter, who she loved dearly, but the young woman bugged her with how unsocial she was with kids her own age.

"Mom, you usually don't gripe at me this early in the morning, what's bugging you?" Jezebel questioned moving over to the blinds to pull the thin curtain over the window again. It allowed light in, but it kept the sun from hurting her pale skin too much.

"Your father is coming back home," Sally said after watching her daughter move around the room. She frowned when her daughter froze before turning back around with a glare.

"This is not his home. He abandons us all the time to go on these crazy get rich quick schemes, and he only ends up calling us for money to be wired to him. I don't know why you won't leave him. He never does anything good for either of us. This isn't his home and I will not speak with him when he returns," Jezebel said never losing the glare because she kept thinking of all the times her so called father always mentally and verbally abused her mother before he would disappear, gamble all the money away, and call home threatening for more.

"He is your dad," Sally said even though she had said it multiple times, and she knew she was going to hear the same reply.

"No, he's not. I'm going out, I need to go pick up something from the college that I'll be attending in fall," she told her mother before slipping on shoes, grabbing her bag, grabbing her keys, and running out of the house.

"Such a lonely child," Sally whispered before dreading the arrival of her husband, who was soon to return in a few hours.

The next few hours were spent with Jezebel visiting the local community college, filling out some paperwork, figuring out a schedule, and exploring the mall nearby for what new games were coming out this summer. She dreaded going home, but it was inevitable. She had not made any friends in high school so she had no friends' houses to go to, and her grandparents were out of town so she could not go there.

Trudging unhappily into the house, she frowned at how quiet everything was. Usually when that jerk returned, the house was full of yelling or his drunken blubbering. She slowly set down her bag and picked up the baseball bat that was always set in the closet by the entrance of the house. As quietly as she could, she walked through the house until she finally heard some muffled noises coming from her parents' room.

She jumped back in surprise with the bat raised when her dad busted out of the room looking terrified. They stared at each other for a moment before he shoved her to the side and ran to the kitchen mumbling keys. "Good thing I have the keys to the cars," she thought angrily before her mother's scream made everything else not matter.

She rushed into the room with the baseball bat at the ready, but the entire scene confused her. Her mother was hanging in the air with blood coming from her hands, arms, legs, feet, waist, and cheeks. However, she did not see what was holding her mom suspended or hurting her. "Mom, what's going on?" she questioned the confusion in her tone.

"Jezebel, help me, they're going to kill me, but I didn't open it. I didn't open the box, he did, he did it, not me," Sally yelled terrified at her daughter, who was standing in the room full of demons, chains, and hellish items. Her last statement was meant for the man with pins in his head standing in front of her. "No, don't hurt her, she didn't do anything. He opened the box not me," she shouted at the demon in front of her.

"Silence," Pinhead ordered staring at the young woman, who had entered the room. "Jezebel, we are not here for you," he said, but his brows furrowed when the young woman did not react to him. Her red eyes looked around the room confused beyond belief, but his anger grew that the girl was not able to see him. He shot a chain at her, but it only disappeared before it touched her. "Impossible," he thought while the other cenobites looked at the young woman as well.

"Jezebel, go get your father, bring him back here, please, they want him. He opened the box, but they'll kill me if they don't get him," Sally screamed pleading for her daughter to save her life. She did not want to go to hell and leave her daughter with that man, who she was a fool to stay with. She should have fought back against him and his abuse years ago. A tear escaped her at the realization.

"Mom, I don't get what's going on, but he won't get away with this," Jezebel thought gripping the baseball bat tight in her hand. She ran down the stairs, jumping off the last few and glared at the fretting man in the kitchen. Her glare grew when he had a knife in his hands.

"You won't take me back there, they can't have me," her father screamed with his voice cracking.

"You will get back up there and do something decent for once for the woman who stuck with your sorry ass all these years. She will not die for your mistake," Jezebel yelled holding the bat ready to hit him.

"Jezebel, you don't need her. I'll take care of you," he tried to plead, but she just marched forward and swung the bat at his hand holding the knife. In his terror, the weapon flew from his hand and embedded into the wall. "They're going to kill me," he screamed before he was hit with the bat again.

"Go do something right for once," Jezebel hissed as she heard her mom's agonized screams. "She doesn't deserve your final judgment," she yelled with a few tears escaping her.

The two continued a stare down before the screams became worse from upstairs. The man whimpering where he stood slowly started walking towards the bedroom upstairs. Jezebel stood right behind him with the baseball bat. She was not going to let him escape. She still had no idea what was happening but she was not going to allow her mother to be killed for this man's mistake.