I do not own Hellraiser. I only own Jezebel and Sally.
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Jezebel's eyes widened when she saw the wounds on her mother were stretched wider as if chains were on them. She still could not see what was afflicting her mother, but her eyes did land on the archaic box sitting in the middle of the bedroom floor. Blood from her mother was staining the cream carpet. "She's losing too much blood," she thought worriedly before she jabbed the bat into her dad's back. "Fix this now," she yelled.
His eyes widened and a yell of pain escaped him as he watched the demons in the room smile evilly at him. Chains quickly left his wife's skin, and he watched as his daughter rushed over to check on Sally. Pinhead slowly approached him as if he no rush in the world. Chains appeared out of walls from thin air and sunk into the same areas where they had been in his wife's skin. His screams increased as he could feel them pulling him slowly apart.
"Jezebel, we have to get out of here. The demons might kill us too even though they have him now," Sally whispered shakily since the blood was still leaving her body too quickly for anybody's liking.
"Mom, what demons? What are you talking about?" Jezebel shouted over her dad's screams of pain. "We have to get you out of here," she shouted before something hot splattered onto her. She froze while her mom started screaming in terror. She slowly looked down to see herself covered in blood and part of her dad's face was sitting on her lap. She jumped up and threw the skin off her.
"We're leaving now," she yelled bending down to pick up her mother in a piggy back ride. It was a struggle but she did not feel comfortable with not knowing what was going on in this room. The glow from the box lit the room as she rushed downstairs. She got into the car with her mom lying in the backseats. The house was even left unlocked. All she cared about now was reporting this to the police and helping her mom stay alive by rushing her to the hospital.
Her driving was less than safe, but she needed to make it. Her mom was still crying about the experience of seeing her husband explode all over her, her daughter, and the bedroom. Jezebel was just focused on getting them to the emergency room in one piece.
The next few hours were stressful as they arrived at the emergency part of the hospital, her mother was helped, and the police came to the hospital to ask what happened after Jezebel called them. The police were going to take her back to the house after her mother was stable. Her mother would be asked questions as well after she had rested and was no longer in shock.
"Miss, what exactly happened here?" the officer in charge questioned her as they stood at the doorway to her parents' bedroom.
"I'm not really sure. I didn't see any of the attackers, but I know there must have been some. My dad brought home that box, the box there on the floor, it was open earlier when my mom was being attacked. My dad ran out of the room looking terrified and he was trying to find the car keys. I was able to get him back into this room because my mom kept screaming that she did not open the box and she shouldn't be here. Some type of weapons, the same that were hurting my mom, were attached to my dad, and while I was helping my mom, he was pulled apart," she explained to the officer while the other officers called who needed to be called to check out the area for any clues in the room.
"Did you see any of the weapons or the attackers?" the officer asked the girl.
"No sir, my mom probably did though," Jezebel answered hoping she would not be questioned too much further. She did not want to seem crazy, but she knew her mother had seen something. However, she had not seen or heard any of the so-called demons.
"Thank you Jezebel, how about we get you back to the hospital so you will be with your mom while we scope out the area," the officer suggested and she was more than happy about this. The last thing she saw was an officer wearing gloves picking up the box. A shiver went down her spine at the sight of the beautiful yet ominous box.
Her mother's steady breathing was the only thing that made Jezebel feel better when she arrived at the hospital. The whole day had been chaotic and she still had no clue what had occurred. All she knew was that her mother was alive and they no longer had to worry about her father anymore. She gave a tired sigh as she gripped her mother's hand, even though Sally was sleeping she still squeezed her daughter's hand.
The next few days, Jezebel stayed at the hospital with her mother. She would go to the house or police station every now and then if there were questions or things she needed to get. Her mother had stabled out now and she was staying awake enough to answer questions from the police, and the police officer from days ago was here now to ask her questions.
Jezebel was escorted to the vending machines for snacks down the hallway so the officer could have privacy with her mom for the questions. Jezebel was comfortable with the other officer while watching a bag of chips drop to the bottom of the machine. The officer was trying to keep up a conversation, but both of them froze when her mother's blood curdling scream echoed through the hospital hallway.
"The demons, the demons, they want her, he wants her, keep the box away, keep it away," Sally screamed as what the police officer said reminded her of Pinhead's last words before he disappeared. He had stared straight at her daughter and said he would be back. It was unacceptable for Jezebel not to see or hear him.
"Ma'am, please calm down, they're not here, it is ok. You're safe," the officer tried to calm down Sally, but the woman was hysterical. "Get the nurse," the officer yelled at his fellow officer in the room.
"Mom, are you all right?" Jezebel yelled pushing her way into the room even though officers tried to keep her out. "She's my mother, let me in here," she yelled angrily before storming past the officers to stand by her mother's bedside. She jumped when her mother latched onto her wrist digging in her nails.
"Stay away from the box, Jezebel, stay away from the cenobites. Don't go near them, don't go near Pinhead," Sally screamed at her daughter. Her grip grew stronger as her body started seizing and foam left the corner of her mouth.
"Nurse," the head officer yelled again and soon a nurse rushed into the room and shoved Jezebel out of the way. "Get the girl out of here now," he yelled again and some of the officers had to force Jezebel out of the room. She was ready to punch and kick as much as she could, but she knew they would throw her in handcuffs. Police here didn't take long to handcuff you if you fought them for any reason.
"Who is Pinhead?" flew through Jezebel's mind as she sat outside her mother's hospital room glaring at the officers. She had heard her how the nurses and officers thought it to be best to transfer her to a psych ward after all the so-called nonsense her mom was screaming. "It's obviously not nonsense since she ended up here almost dead days ago, and she seems completely traumatized because of whatever she saw from the box," she thought angrily as she cracked her knuckles.
"Jezebel, let me take you home. The cleanup is done so you don't have to worry about that anymore," one of the kinder officers said approaching her slowly.
"What's going to happen to my mother?" she snapped never giving up her glare.
"She's going to be transferred to the local psych ward," he said softly and Jezebel's heart stopped.
