The Cenobite Warrior
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Note: Hello again, and so here's chapter 2 of Cenobite Warrior. Were there will be an appearance of everyone's favourtie demon, I'm sure you know who it is. Here we go!
Chapter 2: Not an Ordinary Jack in the Box
''I wonder what this could be?'' Buster puzzled (no pun), as he studied the small golden box sitting on his desk in his bedroom. The memory of being chased by Ghostface wiped clean as he grew more and more fascinated with this little cube. He looked at it from all angles, looking for some kind of switch or button to open it, but squat. His parents were out, and Simon was at his drama class; there was no way he was going to figure this out himself.
''That's it!'' He screamed ''In a situation like this, there is only one person to turn to, the smartest guy in the world...''
''Hmm'' Zeke groaned as he looked intensely at the box; he came over as quick as he could once he got the call from Buster. And now both boys were staring at this little object, and Buster waited for Zeke's glorious answer ''Well here's your problem...you've got a little box on the desk. Mystery solved''.
''No, I know there's a box. But I want to know what the box does''.
''Oh, why didn't you say so?'' Zeke grabbed the box and tried to pull it apart, but it wasn't that easy. He then started bagging it on the table, throwing it across the room, biting it, sitting on it thinking it was going to hatch but it wasn't opening.
''Maybe we need heavier artillery?'' Buster said.
Buster takes the box and throws it into the washing machine and turns it on. He waited as it shook and cluttered with the box inside it, after it's finished, he opens it ''Did it work?''
Zeke emerges from the machine wrinkled and dripping wet with the box in his head ''No''.
Buster grabs the chainsaw, turns it on and cuts at the box. The sparks fly all over the place, and the chainsaw falls apart before the box is even scratched ''Did it work?''
Zeke holds the smoking box, his face was burnt from all the sparks ''No''.
Buster grabs the flamethrower and lights up the room in a blaze, he goes all Rambo. He stops and looks at Zeke ''Did it work?''
The box was again, unscathed, although the same can't be said for the crispy Zeke ''No...''
Attempt after attempt, they try to find something that can open the box. The use toasters, baseball bats, chuck it down the stairs, bribe it, nuclear weapons. Buster and Zeke look at the box, panting trying to get their breaths back ''Zeke, nothing's working''.
''Hold on, we've been doing it the primitive way...'' Zeke runs out of the room and a few seconds later brings back a little laptop ''We have technology'' He then starts pounding the box with the laptop, smashing it to pieces, and once again the box looked brand new. Zeke held the remaining pieces of the laptop in his hands ''Do you think Simon will be mad we broke his laptop?''
''He shouldn't be too mad. We've already broken five'' Buster replied.
''Okay, there's one more thing I haven't tried. It's risky, but this is sure to work'' Zeke grunted as he began to tense himself. Buster knew what he was trying, was Zeke crazy? He stood back as Zeke tensed even more, the veins on his head and arms showing, his biceps increasing. He gritted his teeth and moved his arms in some kind of motion; his muscles were now twice the normal size. He stepped forward towards the box and then moved his arms forward...
''OPEN SESAME!'' He yells at the box, but nothing happens. Zeke relaxes and goes back to his normal size in an instant ''Well, I've tried everything. I've got to go now, see ya Buster!'' He says as he leaves the room.
''Okay, see ya'' Buster yells, not even bothered that Zeke didn't help at all. He held the box in his hands and tries to pull it open again, he then tries squeezing it but nothing was working ''I know this box does something'' He says to himself. He plops down on his bed, fiddling with the box still. But during that fiddling he starts the feel something, something coming from the box.
He sits up and stares at the box intently, like it was the only thing in the room along with him. It was the same feeling he had when he found the box, a desirable feeling, he wanted to know what the purpose of this box was. His fingers followed the detailed carvings of the box, and he didn't know for sure, but it felt like the box was opening. He just went along with it, and after a few movements, the box moves. He took the shape of a star or something, before going back to a cube shape.
Then the whole room was now shaking, Buster held onto his bed to make sure he didn't lose balance. A blue light shown through the cracks in his wall, and then the wall split in town opening a path that looked like it lead to heaven. Buster stood dumbfounded, gazing down the blue pathway, the box still in his hand. His expression straight away turned from surprised...to amazement.
''I knew this box did something!'' He jumped up and down with joy. He was so excited that he ran down the path without anything to protect him from the dangers that might be inside. He made it ten feet into the path when it seemed to tilt upwards like it was some kind of slide; caught off guard, Buster tumbles and slides down hitting the walls filling the slide/path with echoes of his screams and 'ows'.
He finally hit the bottom with a loud thud; he groaned and tried to get back on his feet, he landed on something. He pulls the object out of his pocket...his miniature lightsaber ''No, I loved this present!'' He looked forward down another pathway, slightly more hesitant to go down this one; however he wouldn't want to, for at the end of the pathway was some kind of creature. Long claws, a tail like a bee's stinger, and a piranha like face...The Engineer.
Buster screamed as the Engineer came charging at him; he tried to run back, but just ran straight into a wall. There was no escape as the creature crawls at him, covering the whole path making it impossible for Buster to run around it. He tried to think of something to get him out of this; the box got him in this, maybe it can get him out? He reaches to find the box, he feels it and pulls it out...''D'oh'' He pulled out the broken lightsaber. But then for some reason the Engineer stops, and eyes the broken toy. Buster moves the lightsaber slowly, and the Engineer follows it's every move.
''You want to play fetch? Okay then, see the stick, see the stick boy, go fetch!'' He throws the lightsaber as hard and as far as he could behind the Engineer, and it took off back down the path searching for the 'stick'.
''Wow, can't believe that worked!''
Then from all around Buster, chains shoot out from nowhere aiming for him. Buster covers himself with his arms, the chains go in all directions, consuming him; hooks, claws, knives, all surrounding him as the echoes of metal clanging together fill his ears. A moments silence forces Buster to open his eyes...all the chains have missed him. He sighs in relief, but not for long, as the chains didn't go through his skin, but through his shirt and jeans. As the pull, they lift Buster off his feet; leaving him squirming and dangling in midair.
As Buster struggled to free himself; four bright sparks of electricity blinded his vision. They surged, making an awful static sound; and one by one they took a humanoid shape. The first was a (bald) female, her throat was cut open vertically and the skin was pulled away, held in place by wires, and she had a nail through her nose. Two more took shape, one looked obese and the other looked like he needed a good orthodontist. The final one took shape and stepped forward towards the defenceless boy.
''Oh my God?'' Buster gasped.
''Do I look like someone who cares what God thinks?'' The Leader says in a deep but calmly voice, demanding authority and control.
''I don't know, are you?'' Buster asked, but the leader didn't answer, instead he took another step closer. The light finally giving a good perception of his appearance; his face was in like a grid pattern, and on each crossing a pin was sticking out...Pinhead has arrived.
''Where am I?'' Buster asked, he more bewildered than scared. He knew all about Slasher villains, he heard about them all the time in the news; but these people or whatever was completely new to him, and they didn't act like any other killers.
Pinhead answered him ''You are in The Labyrinth, a place were no light, and no hope exist. All that is known through these walls is flesh and pain''.
''You must have very few visitors then'' Buster tried to pull free from his metal binds, but these chains weren't going to let go anytime soon; but he was still fascinated with the four that stood in front of him. Despite the danger and seriousness of the situation; his mind was still fixed on being a good Slasher hunter, and he needed info. And it looked like Pinhead was eager to provide the info ''So, who are you?'' Buster asked.
''We are the Cenobites; explorers in the further regions of experience. Demons to some...Angels to others''.
''If this is how you treat people, I doubt others will call you angels. How did I get here?''
Pinhead gives him a cold smile, he stretches his arm out; and from Buster's pocket, the box flies right into his hand ''The box, you opened it, we came''.
Buster continued to break free, he tried to bite through the chains...of course it didn't work ''So what happens now?''
''You solved the box; now you must come with us, and taste our pleasures''.
''No thanks, I just ate!'' Buster tried to reason; but his jokes were falling on deaf ears. Pinhead held the box in his hand; he moved back in a slow yet elegant fashion. His cold black eyes stare at the chains; they start moving and bobbing, shaking Buster up and down. A few tugs, and now the chains were holding him by all fours, all pointing in each direction.
''Any last words boy?'' Pinhead asked.
''I've got one more...why do you wear a skirt?'' He asked innocently.
Pinhead has no answer; his expression didn't change, his only movement was the twitch of his finger and the chains pulled back. Buster yelped and screamed in pain; he tried to pull free, but the chains were now digging into his skin. The Cenobites took great pleasure in watching this boy sufferer, the sounds of his screams were music to their ears...along with him shouting ''Can I change my question?''
''BUSTER!'' Simon's yells shook the house; he burst through his little brother's bedroom door, searching for him ''You broke my brand new laptop...AGAIN! You're dead when I find you!'' He looked everywhere; in the wardrobe, under the bed, behind the doors. He was sure Buster would be here; he didn't say anything about going out, he'll have to come to his room soon, and that's when Simon was going to murder...
Then it caught his eye; the golden cube that sat on Buster's bed. Simon stared at it in wonder; how did Buster find something like this? He picked it up and studied it carefully; amazed at the design and craftsmanship, it was another one of his hobbies to study antiques like this one. But then it dawned on him; this was Buster's toy thing, and a sinister Dr. Seuss smile formed on Simon's face.
''Okay Buster, see how you like it!'' Simon walked over to the window; held the box outside, before letting it go ''Oops'' He sarcastically whispered, then laughed his head off as he turned and left the room.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the ground got closer and closer, the box landed hard and something happened. Normally one person opens the box and goes in, so no one has ever interrupted the Cenobite's 'work' before. Well, there's always a first for everything...
The chains disappeared into thin air; causing Buster to drop to the ground, his hands still a little bloody but not to serious. The Cenobites look on in bewilderment; the wall surged, and electricity darted all around. It struck them one by one; first the tubby one, then the teethy one, and the...female one. Pinhead and Buster were left all alone; the electricity swarmed around Pinhead like a flight of locus. The last thing that he got out before disappearing...
''NO ONE ESCAPES US!''
But of course Buster escaped them.
A rumbling noise caused Simon to stop in his tracks; he entered Buster's room and walked over to the window. Looking down, he saw the box and Buster lying flat outside the front door.
''Buster! When I get down there you are dead, and if you run you're dead even more!'' He shouted, and then turned back to leave the room.
Not hearing him, Buster slowly got back on his feet, rubbing his sore head. Then he remembered what just happened ''AHHH!'' He screamed looking at his hands expecting deep cuts and bloody hands...nothing; his hands were fine, like nothing happened. And he also felt fine; once the headache was gone he felt...what's the word? Healthy he guessed, he was bursting with energy even after all he's been through. He's got to tell Simon; he gets up and runs to the door, leaving the box on the ground.
Buster bursts through the front door; which seemed a bit heavier than usual and even made a sound ''OW...BUSTER!'' Simon screamed clutching his face after getting it hit by the door Buster ran through.
''Simon Simon you're don't know what's just happened to me I found this box only it wasn't really a box you see Zeke and I tried to open it but nothing was working but then somehow I opened it and found myself in this place and then there was a slide and then a monster that acted like a dog and then chains and hooks and then these people with hooks and chains and one of them had pins and a skirt and then the chains started pulling and I thought I was a goner but then something happened and I got out!''
Simon didn't reply at first, he just looked at Buster with no emotion for a few seconds ''Whatever...now hold still so I can kill you!''
''Exactly, they were trying to kill me but then...the box? What happened to the box?''
''I threw it out the window hoping that it would break!'' Simon shouted while holding his noise, making his voice sound less intimidating.
''You mean, you threw the box? Simon...you saved my life!'' Buster shouted and then hugged Simon.
Hearing that, Simon looked like he just committed a crime ''I did?'' But then he pushed Buster away ''Wait why do I care, and why should I believe you?''
''What is there not to believe?'' Buster asked.
There was a silence then Simons said ''Do me a favour, listen to your story and ask that question again''.
''Look the box, I'll show you'' Buster ran out the front door dragging Simon with him, and accidently banging him into the door. But as Buster ran to the spot and looked around, he couldn't believe his luck...gone, the box was gone.
''No, no, the box was here. Did you see anybody pick it up?'' Buster asked frantically as he searched around the front of the house.
''Why should I care?''
''Because, if someone else finds it, the...what are they called again...Cenobites? The Cenobites will get them, I have to find that box!'' Buster and Simon saw a light coming down the street, their parent's car pulling up.
Simon sighed with disappointment ''Great, mum and dad's home. But don't think I've forgotten about my laptop!'' He said menacingly to Buster, before stomping back into the house.
''No Simon wait, we have to find that box. I'm not going to rest until I find that box and...'' He stopped mid-sentence and caught a scent of something coming from his parent's car ''Pizza?'' He rushed over to help his mum and dad; he can't think and panic on an empty stomach.
Pinhead studied the chains that held his former victim, the boy that got away for reasons he could not explain. The boy's blood was still fr
esh on the chains, and from it he now knew everything about this boy; good-natured, kind, naive, and optimistic. A positive light in a dark world; oh how he would have loved to torture this boy. From behind him, someone else approached; someone different from before...the Demon Princess, Angelique.
''You're losing your touch might son of Leviathan'' She chuckled as she trailed her hands down Pinhead's shoulder and arms ''Maybe I can help you find it again''.
''Wait'' Pinhead growled; he touched the blood on the chains, and instantly felt something. The blood felt strong, unnaturally strong; something happened during the torture...the boy was diluted.
''We must find this boy, he may be of great use to us''.
''What makes you think he will join us?'' Angelique cooed as her hands continued to travel up and down Pinhead's arm.
He just ignored her advancement, turning and walking down the corridor, not before telling her ''Pain isn't always a physical burden''.
''You're telling me'' Angelique muttered under her breath. No matter what she tries, her tactics of seducing him don't work. She wants nothing more than Pinhead...and also to be ruler of the Labyrinth; but she'll need Pinhead for that. But the loyal Cenobite had other things to worry about; if this boy grows to strong, and harnesses his power, he could be a great threat...an annoying one as well ''It's a cassock, not a skirt!''
To Be Continued...
I do not own Pinhead, Angelique or the other Cenobites as you may already know.
So Buster lives to eat Pizza another day. But what does Pinhead mean by his Power? Will the others believe his story? And what happened to the box? Now that would be telling...LOL. I would like to thank laura 101, for it was her stories that gave me some ideas of how to write a few comedy sequences, particularly the Skirt gag. And thanks to all who have read and enjoyed, next chapter will be up soon and will feature two new, cult villains that you may or may not know.
Dedicated to laura 101
