Chapter
3:
The Strongest Cenobite
Enraged,
Jason rushes Pinhead swinging his machete as hard as he can.
Again, he passes through air. Again, Pinhead has faded away
into the Labyrinth. "It is your emotional turmoil that
will give us the keys to your heart." Jason, enraged, begins
to swing at the walls. Almost every wall he has ever met has
given way under his brute strength, and it puzzled him that this one
wouldn't even the chip away. The walls of the Labyrinth,
created by an item outside of its power and unable to even allow
themselves to break, held strong. The sound of Pinhead's
cruel laughter echoed.
Jason continued raging
against the walls, until he noticed something: unlike the first time
Pinhead vanished, his voice wasn't coming from every direction; it
was coming from one way, like his mother's voice had before.
This time, it came from the left side of the corridor. Jason
began to head down that way, eager to find the source and put a
machete into it.
He continued to hunt down
Pinhead's voice, in corridor after corridor. He got angrier
and angrier, as with each corridor he turned into the voice got
louder. Finally, he approached the final corridor. As he
turned the corner, the laughter abruptly stopped. He met
Pinhead, oddly lit under a violently growing sky. "Here you
meet Leviathan, Lord of this Realm." Rather than
coming from Pinhead's mouth, the sound came from above him.
Jason looked upward.
As Pinhead said, above them
could be seen Leviathan. Light and sound flared, and Jason
looked at it. He looked back at Pinhead, obviously not
impressed. Jason raised his machete, and found himself unable
to swing. A single chain was hooked into his arm, stretching
back down the corridor from which he came. More chains came
into his sides, holding him still.
"Leviathan
wants souls," Pinhead said, his voice coming this time from
his own mouth. "You have been chosen." As
Pinhead steps to the side, a bundle of chains comes from the end of
the corridor, behind were Pinhead was standing. The chains
latch into Jason's stomach and, despite his efforts to the
contrary, drag him down into the darkness.
Pinhead looks at the cenobites, selecting his team, knowing that the time was near; the Lament Configuration was again being opened, this time by a curious homicide investigator seeking to discern Janie's state of mind at the time of her decapitation. He looked at the newest cenobite, standing six feet, five inches tall Writer's note: Yes, I am using Kirzinger's height. There was a reason they used him instead of Hodder. and covered in muscle. The shape of a hockey mask had been branded into his face, leaving an impression three inches deep into his skull, with a solid metal plate welded to his face. Skin from his arms was peeled to the elbows and shoulders, coming together at the back of his neck. He lifted his weapon in two hands: a double-bladed longsword with serrated, razor-sharp sides
