Chapter
1:
Cenobites versus Jason
"Can you stop with that box? We may only have minutes to live!"
"Well, right now we're just waiting," Janie said. "It's not like we have anything better to do till we find a way to escape that guy."
Ron looked at her, pointedly. Janie knew very well what her boyfriend would rather be doing to occupy time. However, a puzzle box was much easier to drop and run than he was. He would whine and ask for help; the game wouldn't. "Ahah!" she said, as the "puzzle box" was completed and began to open up. The closet they are in gets even darker, and Janie screams.
Microseconds into the scream, Ron has a hand clamped over her mouth. "What the hell are you doing?" He whispers. "There's an un-killable monster looking for us in this building and you just let him know exactly where we are. There can't possibly be anything in the dark worse than him."
A voice fills the room. "That depends on your point of view. You will experience untold pleasure... and unimaginable pain."
Janie screams again, this time muffled by Ron's hand. He looks defiantly around, obviously shaken but just as obviously trying to hide that fact from his unseen companion. "Who are you? What do you want from us? Help us! Help us escape!"
Ron nearly screams himself as he hears motion behind him, and hears the clicking of an unseen cenobite in the corner of the closet. He jumps forward and crashes headlong into Pinhead, who has begun to illuminate the closet around them. The dim grey light reveals shovels, hoes and rakes, and other gardening tools that are stored in there. "We are the cenobites, masters of pain and pleasure. What we want from you is simple: your souls!"
Somewhat calmer now, Janie pulls Ron's hand off of her mouth. "Why us?"
"You opened the box," Pinhead says, taking the Lament Configuration from her weak grasp. "You summoned us, and we have come to collect."
At that, Jason smashes through the closet door. With a swing of his machete, Ron and Janie's heads go rolling across the floor. Their bodies fall to the ground, and Chatterer Dog meets them and begins to consume their fresh meat. Jason looks around the room, confused at the inhuman look of the cenobites.
Pinhead's face clenches into a look of rage. "You have denied us of the souls that are rightfully ours. Your soul shall be your payment. Your undying soul shall experience pain the likes your feeble mind cannot possibly begin to imagine!" Hearing the anger in Pinhead's voice, Jason stirs from his confusion. He swings out with his machete, connecting with the Chatterer cenobite in the corner and adding his head to the growing pile on the floor. Then, the Crystal Lake Killer advances toward Pinhead, ready to do the same to him.
As he raises his machete to strike, a dozen chains fly out from the wall. Jason's hand and arm are each impaled several times with hooks, and the machete is yanked from his hand. Pinhead grabs the machete as Jason struggles with freeing his arms from the hooks. Jason looks at him, reaching for his favorite weapon with his free hand, and more hooked chains come out of the walls, this time attaching to all of Jason's arms and legs.
Pinhead looked Jason in the eyes. "We will tear you soul apart!" he said, and the chains pulled. Jason was lifted into the air, his arms and legs pulled in different directions. Pinhead stepped up to him, holding the machete. He looked thoughtful, and ran the machete down Jason's middle- not impaling it through him, just enough for a gout of blood and some painful injuries that would have dropped a normal man.
But Jason wasn't interested in letting Pinhead think. He pulled with all of his strength, tearing his arms free from the chains. Bits of Jason meat hung from the hooks like a bizarre slaughterhouse as Jason freed himself, limb by limb, from Pinhead's chains. Blood poured from his open wounds, forming a puddle on the floor. He tour through the final chains, frustrated that they wouldn't come off of the wall no matter how hard he pulled. In fact, to Jason's surprise, the harder he pulled on the chains the shorter they got. The chains stretched and there was a "pop" as Jason's shoulders were dislocated.