Hell of Rock
Author's Note: Ah, hello friends! I have now officially started this long, humorous fic of 'Hell of Rock', and bear with me now to prove you're my loyal reviewers out there by sticking with me all the way. Because I can guarantee you, there's going to be thirty chapters or more. Major OOC, and definitely AU. Kirsty/Pinhead and a few surprise couples as well.
Full Summary: The Cenobites have been given their biggest task yet. To take down the ultimate nemesis of Hell- Kirsty Cotton. But how? Seeing as she won't be fooled into summoning the box again, Pinhead comes up with the genius plan after he learns of her strong taste in music. The plan? Start. A. Band. But with insane Chatterer-obsessed fan-girls, horny Angelique, annoying paparazzi, false tabloids, crazy offers for advertisements, jealous rival bands, feisty competitions, oh- and falling in love with the enemy, can Pinhead's plan even work- or will their cover be blown?
Warning: First chapter is very serious and dark. Sorry. I wanted to at least spare some decency of making everyone in character before the hilarious OOC happens. Don't worry, that'll happen soon. But- I have to make some things seem believeable.
As morning dawned, severa birds chirped their lovely tunes as the sun rose to it's high peak, spreading shine and warmth to those who were up early to see such an event. Though despite this was an often occurance, for some, t was always a surprise to see such nature-filled beauty.
For Kirsty Cotton, nowadays it was a little harder to enjoy such things like she had in her previous years. At the time when she once had a happy family when the troubles were kept shut when her ears where in the room. When things were a perfect illusion, something healthy for a child like her at such a young age. If she had learned the truth earlier before, of all the dark drama and backstabbings before, she sometimes wondered to herself if she would've been as traumatized as she was now.
Either or, the trauma would've increased by ten fold when such supernatural events- no- not supernatural. When such dark ideas unfolded, when Hell had never become so real in such a way it frightened her to the point of being uncertain if she would ever return to church like she and her father and birth mother used to go to when she was younger. She was just afraid overall, nearing to the point of developing a phobia of being absolutely frightened of her own shadow.
Though she remained strong, and shooed those thoughts away viciously. Reminding herself sharply over and over that she didn't need any help, that she didn't need any therapy or needed to go to an asylum. She remembered six months back when she had received a letter offering for her a free visit to the Hayley Johnston Asylum and some other places she hadn't bothered to remember. Whatever the case was, she made certain she remained strong. That she wouldn't crack from any sort of pressure at all, not that there was ny- none physically. She could see it mentally sometimes, having had repeated nightmares of her skinless uncle or such unearthly demons of Hell threatening to tear her soul apart- literally.
If anything there was she could rely on, it was something most would've considered odd in all honesty. Normally, people would figure for advice besides seeking help would be taking it out. But to who? There was no family for her, none left in the world. She hadn't bothered to speak to any of her friends at all, in fact even the ones she had had that were in great numbers at one point were all gone by now. Eventually, even before the horrible nightmares, she had stopped writing letters or making phone calls. Even if she tried now, Kirsty knew for certain in her heart they wouldn't even remember. It wouldn't be worth it to spend an hour on the phone having to travel down to random memories and listen to a friend babble on about missing her and wondering what had happened to her. Because she knew they would've forgotten about her. It just didn't seem worth it.
Swinging her legs out of bed, she was silently thankful she didn't have to go to work today, and instead looked over to see the alarm clock, which the time had read 8:12 a.m, and smiled. Heading over to the case that held many CD's, she found a CD player and a set of headphones neatly colored in just a nice bright blue, she inserted one of the CD's, placed on the headphones, and plopped down on the bed.
For some, the proper music in early morning for relaxation would be cheery tunes or soft country. For Kirsty it was-
Let's start a riot!
A riot!
Let's start a riot!
Let's start a riot!
A riot!
The music volume was loud and high, bursting through her ears, though Kirsty didn't care much about that. She mouthed the words of the song she had heard several times before, her voice soft and almost becoming audible as she laid on her bed and stared at the ceiling- watching the fan she had left on the previous day before spin like it's usual fairly slow pace.
She wasn't relaxed, but at least she wasn't as stressed and dazed like she normally was.
A stirring echo haunted through, as something that came nearly close to what was the wind blowing past, making chains swing back and forth in their disturbing slow pace, making a noise similar to chimes. The wind sounding like a faint whisper, than almost something of a sudden mute scream in such a way that was all too familiar to them.
The Cenobites would sometimes enjoy that noise to hear the all too familiar similarity of it to screams, as three of them bowed, their heads hung low as their Master spoke. The three kept their faces solemn, hard, almost twisted in a way that it usually was. They could see the swing of their Master's black leather cassock almost twirl as he paced back and forth in near anger.
"I've had it to here with my patience. Do you know why?" he had hissed, as they dared not to look up. The obese one, simply called Butterball did something best described as near shrug of his shoulders- wherever they were. The female cenobite of the group, the one who once had the human name of Nikoletta, blinked her pale blue eyes.
"No. W-We don't." she answered, voice attempting to stay steady from shaking. She wasn't one to be afraid easily, but whenever her Master was as infuriated like this she was most certainly frightened by then. She could his feet right in front of her eyes, and she widened them as she shakily rose her head up to meet up to her own Master's pinned-headed face of full anger and impatience. He hadn't even kneeled down to her size, but his arm had reached down to her face, hand brushed against her cheek for a minute (her nearly shuddering), as he then suddenly grasped her chin and forcibly lifted her head up to almost break her neck and pull her up to her feet, he then kneeled a bit and pulled her up to and eye to eye meet.
"We? There's no 'we', Nikoletta. There is all of us, and unless if you expect to be the one to answer for all, you should say that you yourself do not know. None of you would know, though I would expect for you all to at least try and remember to at least one of the main possible causes of my low supply of patience." he said to her, coal black eyes narrowed and a thin line of something bordering a frown and gritting his teeth was what was the picture of Pinhead's face.
Female whimpered a bit, a squeak she wanted to harm herself for allowing to be released, but his arm came dangerously close to touching the sensitive part of her whole body- her open neck wound, which if disturbed could cause a painful injury. Though she knew it would be unwise to struggle, she could only wait until he would eventually grow bored and release her from his dangerous grip. And it became clear to all of them their Master was furious, obviously from what he had made it clear, but just from how violent and angered he was.
Even if he was their angered Master, the one called Chatterer, whom like Butterball was still in remain of his bowed position, did allow his hands to grip tightly on the cold ground, almost having his hands dig through the ground in anger, as his clicks slowed to something that came close to what was normally for humans gritting their teeth threateningly, almost in an anger.
It was his way of asking impatiently but calmly to release Nikoletta.
Pinhead raised a brow in interest to this, eyes flickering over to Chatterer though did not make a comment. Instead, he had simply made a very light nod it was almost impossible to catch as his grip on Female lightened, and he let her drop to the ground, more or less because he had done it without warning it was the same as throwing her down to the floor- since she had fallen on the floor.
Staggering, she immediately returned to her feet as Pinhead motioned with his hand for the three Cenobites to rise, and which they immediately followed to doing so within moments, as though when he hadn't been looking, Female attempted to at least fix some of her leather clad outfit which had been ruffled when she had been forcibly lifted upwards and nearly thrown downwards. Looking over to Chatterer, and she knew he could see her, she wordlessly sent a look of solemn gratitude for him, though a very tiny tint in her eye was more or less something of a human repeatedly thanking him over and over. He couldn't blame her, even he too didn't like it when their Master was infuriated.
"Hm.. see you're still tending to your pets, Xipe?" a dark, sensual voice rose through the room in almost an echo as the dark demonic beauty of Princess Angelique strutted through the room, her servants wordlessly following her and not even looking up to her as they walked (rumored to be a possible strict rule of being forbidden to even take a full glimpse at their princess when walking to destinations) and came rather close to Pinhead. The pin-headed demon in one way attempted to ignore the princess whose hands rose up to his face to almost caress it, though his hands firmly grasped hers for a moments, eyes looking to one another for a moment before his hands lowered hers.
"That human has been such a pest to me mentally princess. The one who had traded in deal for her uncle's life over hers. It's our task now apparently to end her, but her past experience have made her crafty to the point of no longer letting herself to be allowed to be fooled into summoning us again." he explained to her, tone solemn and usual, though Angelique stared at him in such a way as if she were delysional and thought he was speaking to her lovingly (there had always been whispers of how she desired him so strongly- as well as his power).
"Hm...quite the puzzle to solve. How to lure the nemesis of Hell without fooling her as most always have been? It is truly something to think on." Angelique noted, making almost a soft moan from her lips as something best probably a smile came from her full rouge lips.
"Indeed. Though her strong willed mind has been weakened from the past traumatic experiences. She will be easy to frighten and to taste her fear would be such a pleasure. But- she'll be more suspicious and paranoid." Pinhead added in, looking to the princess for a moment before turning away.
"Then why not go forth?" Female spoke up abruptly, and both pairs of eyes fell on her. The female Cenobite had calmed herself from before, and her pale blue eyes remained steady as they were before, lips solemn. Pinhead seemed interest and curious, obviously since her sentence was not descriptive enough to understand, while Angelique stared in a look of a disgust almost, something mixed in with a hiss of anger. Female did her best to hide a smile of laughter. She- like Butterball and Chatterer- found Angelique to be rather annoying with her failed attempts of seduction with her Master. It was quite humorous to see Angelique glare and grow frustrated, along with having to force a smile at Pinhead, whenever someone came up with a better idea and stole Pinhead's attention from her.
That was the one thing Female was envious of Chatterer, he laugh which would sound the same as any of his other noisy clicks no one would get suspicious. She could tell right now he was chuckling, possibly snickering at the princess and Angelique probably thought he was just babbling off in rambles.
"Go on." Pinhead permitted, making Female continue.
"Let Kirsty think we are coming. Let her grow suspicious and paranoid, to the point of almost no control. She'll be bound to snap, and sent to sanctuary where she'll be alone in her room- bound to give in to pain or to be fooled where we shall be summoned again. And this time, with no escape." the enthusiasm in Female's raspy voice grew to something almost in a dark eager, to which even Angelique seemed to even admit was fun to take a pleasure of. The very thought of the human Kirsty Cotton, eyes wild and mouth rambling what was insanity to the other humans, with her squirming in a straight jacket, her all alone at the perfect moment to tear her soul apart.
Oh yes, it was a fun thought.
Something that was enough to make Pinhead chuckle in the way he would, and even Female couldn't resist a smile as he looked at her with complimentary.
"An excellent idea indeed. Though, shall we be there in disguise or let her slowly fall apart mentally?" Angelique asked, beating Pinhead to whatever he was about to say to Female. For just the quickest of moments, the demon princess glared at the other cenobite beauty before looking back to Pinhead.
Chatterer made several clicks, to which only Female and Butterball could tell it was no longer laughter (and that Pinhead and Angelique couldn't even tell he had been laughing previously), as if he were suggesting an idea to add in. Unfortunately, though they were extremely excellent in being able to distinguish his emotions- they could no translate Chatterer's thoughts or words. So, his 'comment' was ignored.
"Wait...if we are there in disguise, revealing ourselves for just a few glimpse moments then perhaps Kirsty will be lead to believe all of this." Pinhead began, the tone of his voice trailing as though he had begun to think of one of his excellent plans.
"Xipe, what are you thinking?" Angelique spoke, staring at him curiously as a smirk widened on the pin-headed Cenobite.
"Time...to play with young Kirsty, is it not?" he said, turning to her and the others. Angelique chuckled lightly, in such an airy way it was as if more or less she were just breathing strangely before leaning closer to Pinhead in such a lustful interest, eyes peering.
"Whatever your plans may be, I wish to be in involvement." she declared to him, only making an excuse to be by his side. The servants of Angelique jumped, almost bewildered by how desperate their princess seemed now just to make certain Pinhead was her consort. Not that he had any attraction to any other woman out there, Angelique wanted to make certain he would feel something for her since day one. And now, it seemed with a lust for this human's blood motivated Pinhead, there seemed to be a motivation for Angelique as well and the servants gulped in fear of how things would turn out. When things didn't go Angelique's way, she made certain that all of Hell faced her wrath.
Pinhead chuckled, though he didn't care whether the princess hopped along for the ride or not.
"Good. Very good...here is the plan..." he began, speaking to all who wished to pay attention.
Okay! Here we go! First chapter officially done and I'm proud! XD
Okay, the song is called 'Riot' by one of my most favorite bands of all time, Three Days Grace. More songs from them will come. LOL, can you imagine a sweet Disney version of a morning interrupted by metal music? Snow White or Cinderella singing 'LET'S START A RIOT!' at the top of their lungs. (Though it wouldn't sound pretty.)
Secondly, I know Pinhead is probably being an OOC anger-issues-bully-to-Nikoletta-and-big-jerk-face-to-everyone-else kinda of guy, but he'll get funny too! I promise! Please stay with me, even though I probably bored the living crap out of you all by now!
Argh! I can't wait to get to the Pinsty-ness. Argh, but we gotta bear with horny Angelique and her delusional mind of Angelique/Pinhead happening for now. LOL, Chatterer stood up to Pinhead. Wow. There's somethin' goin' on for Nikoletta with him over there- oh. XD
