Author's Note: After a long writers block, I've decided to get myself in gear and write a new chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own the "Hellraiser" series or any of its characters. All rights belong to Clive Barker.

Chapter 4- Pinhead's POV

Kirsty was soon transporting all of us to Channard's home. Everything was going fine at first, until some other vehicle nearly cut her off the road. Apparently the person was talking to a friend of his and he wasn't watching the road.

This caused poor Kirsty to go off the deep end as she rolled down her window and yelled in fury, "Shut the fuck up you no good piece of shit! I'm going to ram my foot so far up your ass you'll need a surgeon to remove it!" The lecture caused Female to have a laughing fit. Tiffany, Chatterer, and I just stared at Kirsty in shock while she blushed. Butterball was still unconscious. "Sorry you had to hear that," she said, clearly embarrassed.

I just smiled at her. "It's nothing I haven't seen before," I said as I looked over at Female and the still unconscious Butterball.

Kirsty smiled back at me. "I get your point."

Female interrupted the conversation. "Do I still have to carry Butterball around when we get to Channard's place?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes you do. But you can just drop him off on the middle of the floor if you want to explore."

"And leave him there when we move on to the next place?" she asked sounding hopeful.

I shook my head. "Sorry, but abandoning another cenobite is against the cenobite code." Female looked disappointed as I said this but she simply nodded.

Kirsty looked at me in surprise. "You have a code you have to obey?" she asked.

"Yes we do," I replied. "As monstrous as we may appear we are bound by laws. Hell has its commandments also."

"I never knew that," Kirsty muttered more to herself than to me. "I always thought that you could run amok and do as you please."

"I wish," Female said. "If that were the case then tubby here in the back would've been gone a long time ago. Wouldn't have he?" she looked over at Chatterer when she asked that. He gave two clicks and nodded his head for reassurance.

"Why are you always so mean to Butterball?" Kirsty asked.

"You try hanging around that guy 24/7," Female growled. "You'd be acting nasty around him too if you had to put up with him constantly trying to suffocate you!"

Kirsty nodded. "I see what you mean."

Nobody spoke to each other for the rest of the way. After about ten minutes, which felt like hours with the silence, we were at Channard's house. After getting out of the vehicle, I opened up the door to let the ladies go first, and Female scrambled in quickly to throw Butterball on the floor, literally. The end result was a huge dent in the floor. The inside of the place was all white with multiple splatters of red. Something seriously disturbing must have gone on here.

"Do you know anything about what happened in this house?" I asked out loud to no one in particular.

Kirsty scrambled along as I asked the question. "It was just an accident," she replied as she grabbed a nearby book of matches. "I'll take care of it."

"What do you mean 'just an accident?'" I asked, growing impatient.

"Just what I said," Kirsty said as she ran up the stairs, matches in hand. "An accident."

I knew right away Kirsty was trying to hide something. I couldn't help but follow her up the stairs. She looked back and saw that I was following along with her, but she didn't seem to care anymore. Kirsty eventually opened up a door in the hallway, and when she did the room revealed to have the bodies of several diseased humans hanging from the ceilings and on the floor. Every one of them literally had the life drained out of them. I could only come to one conclusion.

"Who escaped us this time?" I asked in a half-curious, half-angered tone.

"Julia," Kirsty said quickly, not looking back at me. "But before you go getting all angry with me, she's back in Hell where she belongs. I just want to make sure it doesn't happen again." Kirsty took a quick look around the room for a few moments. "Damn," Kirsty murmured to herself. "Nothing in there."

I decided to help Kirsty out in her little investigation. We took a look inside several different rooms, at first finding nothing. After a few more minutes of searching nearly every room in the upstairs part of the house, we took a look into Channard's bedroom, in there we found a mattress, it looked like somebody was slaughtered severely on it.

Kirsty pointed at the mattress. "I think that's the one," she said. Kirsty entered the room and lit one of the matches. Once she had a match lit, she dropped it on the mattress, and it quickly went up in blazing flames.

Kirsty traveled down the staircase and shouted, "You guys have at least five minutes before this whole place goes up in flames, so if you can find anything at all that helps spark your memories, find it quick."

I took a quick look downstairs. Butterball was just starting to come out of his unconscious state when he heard this. "What?" he asked in anger. "I wake up from whatever happened back at the hospital, and I hear this? Kirsty, why couldn't you have just lit the place up after we got out stuff and left?"
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Kirsty's eyes widened. "Now that you mention it, that would've been the better idea," she said, almost embarrassed.

By now, everybody had heard what Kirsty had said, and everyone was scrambling to find something. Kirsty was looking nervous as the time grew shorter and the flames got bigger and closer. I scanned the room again and Butterball had found some sort of a black folder lying on the table. He opened up the folder as Female looked over his shoulder.

"I think Butterball might have found something for all of us," she called. "I'll show you more when we get the fuck out of here." With that Kirsty and I rushed down the staircase and we all left the house, Female also brought a couple of bags with her. We all scrambled into the car, and I decided to make sure everyone was in the vehicle.

It seemed though that Kirsty already did that for me, and somebody was missing. "Where's Tiffany?" she asked in worry.

I quickly ran out of the vehicle and checked through the windows to see if Tiffany was still inside. The whole house was in a blaze now, and this made me feel uncomfortable. "Tiffany," I called through all of the windows. A silhouette in the shape of Tiffany had started running towards the window, but she couldn't open it up. "Stand back," I shouted before I through my body weight against the window, shattering it into a million pieces. Tiffany quickly climbed out of the window and had a tight hold on me as we got to the vehicle.

Once we were inside, Kirsty quickly ran to Tiffany and checked her for burns. "Are you two okay?" she asked quickly. Tiffany smiled. "We're both fine," she said.

Kirsty looked up at me and smiled. "I don't know how I can thank you enough," she said earnestly.

"No need to worry," I said, smiling back at her. "We're all in this adventure together."

It was almost ten at night now, and Kirsty looked like she was growing quite tired. She almost seemed like she was close to collapsing, but she had found enough energy in her to start the vehicle and drive us off to a more secluded area before turning off the vehicle and crawling in the back. Tiffany was already asleep, and Kirsty took the spot next to her.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"We had to get away from the house," Kirsty yawned. "If the fire department came here and saw us we would be in some deep trouble." There was a slight pause for a moment before Kirsty continued. "I need to get some rest. It's been a long day. Good night." Kirsty fell asleep afterwards.

"Good night," I whispered. I stared out of the back window, and I could barely make out the glow of the fire in the distance. At first I thought I could hear some faint screaming coming from there, but I soon decided I was hearing things. I soon grew tired of watching the house go up in flames and I took a long look at Kirsty. Poor woman; she was trying so hard to help us out, and she was already getting worn out. I couldn't help but watched her as she slept; the faint moonlight that was on her made a faint shadow, and she looked hauntingly beautiful to say the least.

"I've never seen you this obsessed with a human," Female chuckled from the passengers seat.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" I growled.

Female looked like she was about to say something, but soon replaced it with another answer. "I'll let you find that out on your own," she said with a wicked grin on her face.

I rolled my eyes at her and sat in the back seat. I was hoping we weren't causing Kirsty and Tiffany too much trouble.

Author's end note: Well, that was chapter 4. Sorry if it wasn't as good as the others, I've been kind of busy with other stuff lately, and writer's block hasn't helped any. Thanks to Laura 101 for being my beta for this story! Chapter 5 (Kirsty's POV) is up next! Until then, please take care!