Author's Note: OK everybody, here it is! The first chapter to my first Basic Summary: AU to "Hellbound: Hellraiser II." What might have happened if the Cenobites had survived Channard's wrath? (Boo to him for killing off the best Gash in the series!) How will Pinhead and his Gash react when they are forced to discover their human lives and try to adapt to the world around them? Will all of this drive Kirsty, Tiffany, and the Cenobites insane? Well you need to read to find out! This will be a M-rated fic for uses of the following: 1) Blood/Gore Disclaimer: I do not own any of the "Hellraiser" characters (but I will have a few OCs here and there.) All characters belong to Clive Barker (one of the greatest writers/directors ever!) Thanks to Laura 101 for being my beta to this story! Check out her all of her Hellraiser stories, you won't regret it! Anyway, it's story time!
Hellraiser fanfiction, A New Kind of Hell!
2) Language
3) Some Alcohol use
4) Sexual Content
It was nothing but hollow darkness in the labyrinth that my Gash and I knew as Hell. Sure, Kirsty and Tiffany were able to escape us, but this was only for an awfully short amount of time. The box was still open, so she would just run right back into us sooner or later. Her foolish attempts to escape would only lead her into circles until she had no choice but to give up her soul. I grinned to myself in satisfaction; I knew it wouldn't be long now. Through the open stone door that let in light coming from the Channard hospital, the four of us could hear screams coming from what we thought were patients.
"What the hell is going on out there?" asked Butterball, the obese Cenobite of our Gash.
"I don't know," replied the Female Cenobite in her usual whispery voice
before she turned to me. "Do you know anything about what's going on back there?"
I gave my usual reply, "All I hear out there is the sweet sound of
suffering."
Everybody else nodded in agreement including Chatterer, who could not talk, only chattered with his teeth. Though he was able to communicate with us by using hand motions and drawing pictures.
We soon heard a boundless trail of footsteps from the exact place we heard the screaming; this indicated the two girls might be coming. We all knew what to do; we just backed up into the darkness and waited for whomever it was coming to just come in. Sure enough, it was Kirsty Cotton and Tiffany. As soon as the two women were in the labyrinth, we closed the door on them causing them to look back at us in horror.
"Ah, no more boxes Kirsty?" I asked in am attempt to taunt the brunette woman. "What a shame."
Female continued where I had left off. "No more delays, Kirsty," she said in her bass whispery voice. "No more teasing, time to play."
"Time to play…" I had reached out for the sickle that was hanging at the
side of my leather armor.
"Wait!" Kirsty exclaimed.
"No more deals child," I growled, "it's your flesh we want to experience, not your skill at bargaining!"
"No deals," Kirsty snapped, "just information. Just information!"
This sounded quite interesting indeed. "Go on," I offered, "but trick us
again child, and your suffering will be legendary even in Hell!" Kirsty said
nothing as she slowly walked up to me and handed me what looked a photo. "What is this?" I opened up the picture to reveal a black and white picture of a man in what looked like some sort of uniform, but what was it for? Well the uniform didn't really matter, what really mattered was who in Leviathan's name this guy was?
I had asked the first question that came into my head. "Someone else you think escaped us, like Frank?"
"No," Kirsty declared, "this one didn't escape, it's you!"
I didn't believe it. It had to be a lie of hers to try to escape us yet
again. I wouldn't believe it. I refused to believe the lie that just spewed
out of her mouth. "Nonsense, I—"
Kirsty cut me off. "It is you! You haven't always this way; you were human once. You were all human! Remember all your confusion! Think!"
The Female had enough of Kirsty's blathering. "Enough!" she shouted.
"Wait!" I commanded. Everybody stopped in his or her tracks. "I…remember."
It was all coming back to me. Some memories were a little dim; others were coming at me so quickly I didn't have time to take in all the shock. I
scanned around the room to get a look at the faces of the others. They were mostly looks of shock, combined with other emotions, mainly guilt.
After a long train of thought I decided to release the two women. I knew the rest of the Gash would want to kill me for it, but only the truly innocent were set free. I felt that the girls had qualified for that. Though just as I was about to release them, everybody heard an unfamiliar voice, and saw an unfamiliar Cenobite with an unknown tentacle like thing drilled into his head and wire marks on his face. "Tiffany," the Cenobite called. "Come."
Tiffany shook her head, refusing to go any closer to the Cenobite as she
started to back up towards Kirsty. But the Cenobite was persistent. Soon two smaller tentacles darted out of his hands. One of them had a white flower; the other had a finger motioning to Tiffany to come to him.
"Tiffany, I'm your doctor. I'm here to help you," he said trying to calm
Tiffany. It didn't work; the two mortal women just ran into a corner of the Labyrinth.
"I'm your doctor." It was the line that kept swirling around in my head. It
soon came to me whom this Cenobite was. It was Dr. Phillip Channard; the one who tricked Tiffany into opening the Lament Configuration box. It became clear what he was trying to do, and I wouldn't stand for it. I dropped the picture of my former self and had the rest of the Gash gather around with me. Channard seemed more than pleased with this. "Ahh, good. A fight," he said with sadistic glee.
I used the chains dangling from the ceiling to impale Channard with hooks all over his body. Each scream of pain brought great pleasure to us. It might have done the same thing for Kirsty and Tiffany, but the pleasure didn't last long. More tentacle-like knives shot out of Channard's hands; cutting through every chain I had impaled him with. Another tentacle of his had a knife at the ready. He was aiming it for the Female Cenobite's open throat wound when suddenly we all heard a bloodcurdling scream.
It was Tiffany charging quickly to Channard before he could throw the knife. After tackling a confused Channard to the ground, the knife went flying at a different angle hitting the Female Cenobite not in her neck wound, but in her left upper arm.
"Ouch!" she screamed when the knife hit her arm. "Wait a minute, this
actually hurts?" Female had no time to answer her own question as Kirsty dragged her, Butterball, and Chatterer to the same corner the she and Tiffany were trapped in only a few moments before. Soon I was being dragged to the corner myself and I was far from amused.
I decided to give Kirsty a good threat. "Hey stop dragging me to that corner at once or I will—"
Kirsty cut me off yet again. She sounded like she was in some sort of a rush. "Yeah, you'll tear my soul apart, whatever. Listen, I don't care if you hate being dragged to a corner you're going there and you're staying there. If it makes you feel any better I'm coming with you."
"Well it doesn't."
"Well that's too bad for you now, ain't it."
I rolled my eyes at Kirsty and just gave in. There was no use stopping her if she wouldn't react to anything. Meanwhile, Tiffany and Channard were still struggling with each other, and things weren't looking good for Tiffany. Channard had her pinned to the ground, and it looked like he was ready to make the final blows.
"Now remember Tiffany," Channard growled. "I'm only doing this to help you."
That's when I saw something snap deep inside Tiffany.
The look on her face went from despair and anguish to angry and aggressive. She aggressively pulled herself out of Channard's pin and got into a fighting stance. She obviously wasn't going to take Channard's "treatments" any longer.
"Oh yeah?" Tiffany screamed in Channard's face. "Just like you 'helped' my mother?" Tiffany then punched Channard in the abdomen, causing him to fall on the ground in pain. Tiffany continued to ask her questions. "Just liked you 'helped' those patients down in the 'maintenance room'? Don't think I couldn't hear them scream at night!" Tiffany followed this with a kick to Channard's face.
I tossed Tiffany the sickle that I had, hoping she would know what to do with it. It seemed that she had her own way of torturing Channard. First, she continued to beat Channard until his face was coated in a blackish-blue blood. Soon after she pinned Channard to the ground and cut off the tentacle that was attached to his head, leading him to let out a scream that hurt everybody's
ears.
Tiffany took a quick glance in my direction. "Chain him down now," she
called. I did as she commanded and summoned chains from below the ground. Once they were all wrapped around Channard tightly enough to where there was no hope of him escaping, Tiffany continued with her torture by teasing Channard with the sickle by pretending she was going to strike with it, then going back at the last second. The psychological torture was just pure genius.
"I'm sorry that it has to end this way," Tiffany said in a sarcastic tone. "But just remember, you brought all of this on yourself."
Just like that the teasing was over and Tiffany attempted to cut through
Channard's appendages, but the small sickle she had could get through no more than the muscle. This wasn't delightful news for us. Channard was somehow able to summon more tentacles from his hands and cut through the chains, and used one of them to create a nasty cut on Tiffany's hand.
Meanwhile in the corner we heard a grunting noise coming from the Female Cenobite; she was pulling the knife out of her arm. After several minutes of tugging and pulling she managed to get the knife out and limped over to where Channard was standing.
"Oh come on, the knife got you in the arm not the leg," Butterball called
from the corner. "Quit that stupid limping!"
"Shut up before this knife goes into you, fat ass!" Female shouted behind her shoulder while she was still limping. She soon reached Channard and got his attention. "Hey asshole, over here!"
An enraged Channard looked over in Female's direction. "How dare you try to stand in my way!" he shouted.
"Oh shut the hell up for Leviathan's sake!" Those were Female's only words to Channard before he started to aim armed tentacles in her direction.
Female was barely able to gather the strength to avoid all of the tentacles.
She aimed the knife to Channard's throat with her good arm, but when Channard noticed this, he took another shot at Female's wounded arm, causing her to fall to the ground in dreadful pain. Tiffany picked up the knife with her bloody hand, aimed the knife, threw it directly at Channard's throat, and hit it dead on.
The bluish-black blood continued to jet out of Channard's mouth, and he soon fell to the ground. We all gathered around the deteriorating cenobite, and smiled in satisfaction knowing another enemy was gone.
"Well, that takes care of that," Kirsty said as she grabbed Female Cenobite by her good arm.
"Where are you going with her?" I questioned.
"Her arm and Tiffany's hand are going to need stitches."
I rolled my eyes at Kirsty, and gave her a small smile. "Out of everybody that has opened the box for as long as I've been here, you might just be the most stubborn of them, child." I picked up the photo of my human self as I followed her.
Kirsty smiled back at me. "Thanks for the compliment."
"Come on everybody," Tiffany called not seeming at all phased by the fact that she had just killed someone. "I might give you guys a tour of 'Nuts R Us' after the stitching!"
] So we were all forced to leave Hell so Female could get some stitches. No one knew what was ahead of us, or if it would just be a waste of time. Oh, Leviathan was not going to like this one.
Author's End Note: OK let me just say first of all this is meant to be a
multi-chapter fic NOT a one shot! SERIOUSLY, am I the ONLY ONE that thinks Tiffany should've toughened up just a little bit (not that I don't like her character in the original one, I do, but I just thought Tiffany should've made a bigger part for herself.) Thanks again to Laura 101 for being my beta for this story! Next chapter goes through Kirsty's POV! I just hope that this first chapter goes well, but until the second chapter, please take care, chow!