(Well I don't own any of the songs or the people from hellraiser there owned by Clive Barker or Hannibal Lecter or Daniella. All I own is Mai/Nightstar, Dr Robin and Sarah. And it has Romance/Hurt/Comfort/Horror/Humour/Drama/Angst/Tragedy. Well enjoy)
Whispers in the Dark
Chapter: 9
Alone in the dark Labyrinth
Warning; this fiction may contain some or all of the following;
Strong Sexual Themes,
(Boy-on-girl or Girl on girl)
Sexual Harassment,
Illegal Activities,
Self mutilation,
Alcohol Use,
Language,
Violence,
Drug Use,
Rape,
Abuse,
Gore,
OC's
This Chapter is mostly Horror/Suspense/Drama
A bit short of breath from too much running, Heaven skimmed through the Mandragora info sheet. She'd been right; the plants growing here was created and cultivated to be given as sacrifice to the dead spirits in the crypt.
In order to procure the large quantity of blood required to complete the grand process, a fusion of plant and animal known as the floranimalia was created. It was originally derived form a secret formula and named the Mandragora. Multiple plant types were fused in an attempt to create the Mandragora, but only the combination of the Hebbel seemed to process a similar liquid composition. In current research, our subjects are nearly identical to the real Mandragora. Flower colour and an ever so faintly difference in smell is the only was to tell the original from the substitute. Heaven glanced at the crystalline flask standing on the edge of one of the flowerbeds.
The Hebbel perfume, made from the essence of the Hebbel flower, -the white Mandragora. "A present from the Lord Hannibal? Apparently," Heaven had pointed out the right plant from smelling the perfume. So all she needed to do now was pull out one of the white Mandragoras from the earth and give the plant to the spirit and she would be allowed to enter the crypt. Sounded easy enough. Or not.
Heaven read on, Caution must be exercised. If the Mandragora is ever uprooted, it has two powerful defence mechanisms. It emits a loud ear-rupturing shriek, and it can paralyse its attacker with its poisonous leaves.
If the situation becomes too dangerous, one should quickly throw away the Mandragora to get out of harms way.
Heaven had already heard the ear-rupturing shriek, and the thought about running around holding a plant that could be hazardous to her health made her more that a little uneasy, but it was the only way to access the crypt and to get to the other side of the manor. She walked up to the bed, white blossomed plants sprouted from the soil. "Ok, here goes nothing," she said, drew a deep breath and yanked one of the plants free.
The flower's root let out an ear-splitting shriek as she pulled it out of the dirt. She had no idea if it was a scream of pain, fear or just plain instinct, a reaction to the exposure to light. Heaven opted for the last option; how was it even possible for a plant to scream in the first place, She didn't want to ponder on the process of fusing a plant and an animal together; she just wanted to move on. The poison was already starting to show its effect, the skin that was in direct contact with the leaves was burning, felt itchy and singed, and her pulse was racing faster and faster. She ran out the door, under the dragon and straight into Daniella.
Heaven screamed in horror and quickly back stepped to avoid getting hurt by the sharp glass. In doing so, she tripped in her feet, staggered two steps forward, stumbled on a stone and went flying through the entry. She fell hard on her back. The maid leaned back and chuckled, seemingly enjoying the show. Heaven tried to stagger on to her feet, but she was so shaky. The poison was already flowing in her veins and she felt the panic rising fast, too fast.
The maid headed straight towards Heaven and waved her deadly weapon at the petrified young woman. She barely missed and Heaven felt the air whooshing past her, she stumbled back and fell to the floor once more. Holding on to the plant, she crawled over the dirty chessboard pattern. She was barely able to control her breathing, her mouth was dry and her heart pounded so hard it threatened to break her ribs. Through the hollering sound ringing in her ears, she heard the muffled sound the maid's footsteps behind her.
Daniella stopped next to Heaven, held the glass up to her face to study the transparent object, and then she stretched out her hands and laughed. She'd always had such a hard time understanding how something as beautiful as broken glass could be so dangerous. She would always pick up pieces of broken glass whenever she found it. She knew she wasn't allowed to but she couldn't help herself. Between her chores, she could sit for hours caressing the pieces. She loved how the clear, translucent crystal reflected the light. It was pure and flawless, it was…perfect. And now she would kill the girl with it. Miss Heaven had been running and screaming for many hours and now the filthy princess lay defenceless on the filthy floor. She was scared, terrified of feeling pain. Daniella couldn't understand why, but it didn't matter. Soon the girl would die and she would finally be whole. Daniella enjoyed every second of it. She raised her weapon high over Heaven's body ready to deliver the killing stroke.
Heaven kicked the malicious woman just in time to save herself from being stabbed to death. she just enough time to escape. struggling to keep her balance. In full panic, Heaven forced herself up with an ear-splitting scream. She had no control; her legs seemed to be moving by themselves. Though she could hardly see what was in front of her and her feet would barely carry her, she was stumbling as fast as she could through the manor, constantly crashing into stone or metal while trying not to fall on the floor. She had no idea where she was heading, but she could feel her legs stumbling up stairs, crashing into more stone and running through a dark and narrow hallway. Heaven hadn't been there before, but she knew it was a dead end. She managed to make a 180 degrees turn and headed the other way. The maid was just a few steps behind her; she'd already caught up. Heaven ran faster and faster while screaming higher and higher. Darkness, then brightness and moistness, then it went darker again. She ran until she was abruptly stopped by a gap in the floor. It had been lowered earlier to allow passage to the graveyard. Heaven was balancing at the edge of the empty space focusing hard on not to fall down. The poison seeping from the leaves and into her veins was building up, threatening her sanity. She could hear footsteps nearby. The maid was coming, and she was trapped.
Heaven had to use all her willpower and strength to force her centre of gravity away from the hole. She staggered backwards and grabbed hold of a piece of cloth behind her. The fabric gave in and she slid a couple of inches to the floor before coming to a halt. At that moment, the maid entered the room. When she saw Heaven, she hissed and raised the glass shard. For a few seconds, she stared smilingly at the terrified young girl before lunging towards her at full speed. Heaven could do nothing but pray for a miracle to happen.
Faith was smiling on her once more. The cloth Heaven had grabbed hold on had covered a mirror. The maid caught a glimpse of her reflection and started to scream like the insane woman she was. Heaven spurted past her, yanked the door open and ran for her life. Half way over the greenhouse catwalk, she heard the mirror shatter into pieces. Her heart racing, she kept running towards the stairs, trying hard not to panic again. She stumbled forward and down the steps. She used the wall as support as there were no banisters to hold on to, rounded a corner and just kept going.
Every two seconds she fell forward and had to yank herself up with both hands. Finally, she reached the graveyard. Heaven just had to pause for a moment; her heart was beating so hard. Her muscles were acing and her throat felt like sandpaper. She tried to swallow but she could not produce any saliva, her mouth was too dry. With trembling feet, she moved slowly towards the mausoleum. The terror and poison had almost immobilized her; she had to get rid of the Mandragora before its toxin would paralyse her completely. Once free from the poisonous leaves. She had to get to the mausoleum before the maid found her. She just had to…
After what felt like hours, she finally reached the grave vault's entry. The spirits were waiting. The skeleton hand waved impatiently in the air and what sounded like growling emerged from the darkness. 'Did spirits growl?' With trembling fingers, she placed the Mandragora in the corpse's hand. The bony fingers grabbed the plant and rapidly pulled away and disappeared into the shadows. A high-pitch shriek, louder than the ones she'd heard in the greenhouse ruptured the air mixed with a gnawing sounds coming from inside the grave. The deafening noise pierced through Heaven's bones, it was so loud it was directly painful. She covered her ears, moaned and cringed in agony. The screeching lasted for about half a minute, and then it went dead silent. Whatever had been guarding the entry was now gone.
Heaven stared into the infinite darkness. Did she dare to enter, On the other hand, was it any safer up here. Heaven looked over her shoulder. And a sudden sensation of being watched made Heaven shiver. She froze. Alarmed, she turned her head. Her eyes widened in horror. The maid, she was standing only two yards behind her. With a faint smirk, she slowly side stepped to corner the young woman, cutting of possible escape routes. Heaven had been calmed down somewhat and her body had already started to break down the poison, but now she could feel the fear building up again. Hands to her chest, she stepped back. Should she make a run for it. Daniella swung her sword of glass at Heaven, but she dodged the deadly swipe by jumping back at the last minute. She attacked the maid with full force. The maid was just lying there, completely motionless, not even making a sound. It was as if she was just waiting for it to be over.
Despite being psychotic and murderous, she couldn't just stand and watch the woman being killed. She just couldn't. The maid was lying in a pile of blood. Heaven thought she had seen the woman's chest slowly moving up and down, but she wasn't sure. However, she didn't dare to check for a pulse. There was nothing she could do for the woman without risking her own life. Heaven carefully stepped into the darkness and descended to the crypt.
Meanwhile Pinhead and the others finally opened the wall, and walked over a bridge and into a passageway leading over to the dinning hall. Or so they thought. They walked towards to the far end of the passage to a door. Pinhead pulled the doorknob, and walked up the long staircase. The cenobites saw a broken mirror in the passageway.
"Hmmm? I wonder what happened here?" Female said looking at the broken glass on the floor.
Chatterbeast started to sniff the broken glass and the stairs and then starting barking and ran at the door. The others opened the door to see they where in what it look like to do the dinning hall, but it was not the same one that everyone eats in.
"I don't think anyone has been in this room before?" Pinhead said looking around.
Chatterbeast started to bark again and ran over to another door. Once everyone opened the door they knew right there this was indeed the other part of the Labyrinth that Amber ran off long ago. The wall with the painting on it had been moved several feet back and torches lit up a secret staircase to the lower level. descended to a tiny area, passed a small sculpture and table and headed right. The floor here had the same chessboard pattern of black and white squares and the same small lamps were hanging from the ceiling.
"Wow…I never knew about this." Camerahead said looked around shocked.
Pinhead looked around, "Hmmm? She should not be far I think." Pinhead said.
Chatterbeast sniffed around again and running down the hall barking. And the others ran after him hoping they would find Heaven soon.
The crypt wasn't as bad as Heaven had imagined. She had entered an area of roughly 12x16 ft. A golem stood stalwart in the southwest corner, facing east. Arms, shoulders and legs of soil were protruding from the walls as fragments of unfinished golems. A corpse was lying on a centre placed altar, clutching a stone tablet in a death grip. The only source of light was a candle burning next to the skull, its flickering flame casting ghostlike shadows on the earth walls that were dancing amongst the protruding limbs. It was quiet, but not the eerie silence one might have expected. Despite the dim light and the dead body on the altar, the tomb felt calm and peaceful.
There were two pathways leading further into the crypt, though the one leading south was blocked by thick iron bars and was therefore inaccessible. Heaven had already entered the other passage, in the darkness surrounding her. The underground catacomb was supported by stone pillars set at certain intervals, and a few sparsely placed torches provided enough illumination for Heaven to notice the bones lying spread on the ground and the corpses that had been laid to rest inside recesses dug into the walls. Still, Heaven was cool and composed. She had entered a sacred ground and no one could hurt her down here, she could finally relax and breathe freely for a moment. "It is the living you have to fear, not the dead," she reminded herself.
After turning right four times, Heaven found herself on the other side of the iron bars, peering into the tomb's entrance. She climbed an ascending staircase to her right and entered a small patch of grass cut of from the rest of the graveyard. A furnace was burning a bright red, its chimney emitting a dreadful smell of burnt meat that made heaven keep her distance. "Someone must be burning an animal carcass," Heaven though. Then all of a sudden, a loud screech cut through the air. 'It did not belong to the maid, nor was it the ear-piercing shriek of the Mandragora. It came from…the oven!' Something, was moving inside the furnace. As she was staring into the blazing flames, the dreadful truth suddenly hit her. What looked like a human baby was being cooked alive, She felt like throwing up.
"Surely it wasn't a child in there! Certainly such nonsense is the stuff of horror novels and such." She ran back to the crypt. "I've seen this kind of stuff before but still…" she told herself over. Distressed by the horror that she'd just witnessed, she ran through the catacombs at random until reaching an iron door. She opened it and walked through a glass made tunnel within an aquarium. Schools of strange fish were gliding through the dark blue water. Some looked prehistoric, while others could have been the product of Steven Spielberg's imagination. On the other side of the channel, she ascended a sparsely lit staircase with water carrying pipes protruding out of the walls and ceiling. She entered a huge area filled with books. Packed shelves lined the walls, and several bookcases filled with old documents and manuscripts took up most of the floor space.
The partition meant to separate the first and second floor was lacking and Heaven could see more book-filled shelves and a narrow catwalk at the upper level.
The same five authors, Agrippa, Framel, Sangerman, Paracelsus and the enigmatic Furkanelli had written most of the books in the library. Heaven moved along the shelves, tracing the volumes with her index finger, recognising only a few of the titles. One of the most interesting was Cathedral Secrets, published in 1922 by the French master lord Furkanelli. It spoke of the archaic alchemistic symbols lining the walls of the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. Another fascinating title was Wiseman's Craft by Nicolas Framel. The volume was filled with allegorical hieroglyphs and accompanying explanations. Heaven also recognised the title Occult Philosophy by the mysterious figure Agrippa, a black book that had been published in 1533, and discussed the secret techniques of Alchemy. These three men had always been surrounded by myths and mysteries, but the most enigmatic, and definitely the most famous figure was Nicolas Framel. The French writer had allegedly been the eighth Grand Master of the Priory of Sion, and he had supposedly been the most talented European alchemist of all times. It is said that he succeeded at the two magical goals of alchemy; making the Philosopher's Stone, which turns lead into gold, and achieving immortality along with his wife Perenelle. Framel has been mentioned in the Harry Potter and Indiana Jones novels as well as the popular The DaVinci code. Heaven had visited his old house, whitch was now a restaurant, she'd seen his tombstone in the Mus'ee de Cluny, both in Paris.
Atop one of the bookcases lining the north wall was a door. Heaven didn't even bother to try to fathom why anyone would ever think the thought of building a door of all things in such a nonsensical location, but she did observe that all the bookcases were placed adjacent to one another forming a trail, which conveniently ended at the door. And lo and behold, there was even a ladder attached to the bookcase that started the line. Heaven climbed the ladder, balanced her way to the north wall, opened the door and stepped into a small room. The air was heavy and filled with dust. Like in many of the other rooms in the two buildings, books were lining the walls. But here the manuscripts were discoloured from years of disuse. A majority of the literature appeared to be some sort of old parchment scrolls. Heaven could feel a budding headache rising from a spot behind her eyes. No wonder, this area had probably not seen fresh air in decades, or perhaps even centuries. Lifeless mannequins had been placed in front of the packed shelves and scattered mannequin parts had been strewn into a corner. In the middle of the area were a small, round table and a chair.
On the chair lay a mannequin's arm, and on the table stood an old projector. An exposed film was lying next to it, and an eggshell white screen covered the north wall. Heaven wondered what was on it and if the projector was still working. Curiosity won over cautiousness; she put the film in place and turned on the apparatus. It summed and blinked to life and the film started to run. Heaven's chin dropped and she gasped in horror and disbelief. She'd expected the worst, but nothing could have prepared her for the images now flickering over the screen. She saw herself, hanging lifelessly over the giant's shoulder, covered only by the white sheet. She recognised the huge, well kempt tree. Then she had been filmed dressing in the Labyrinth's suite, in the chapel reaching for the Saturnus key and finally she saw young girl with short jet black hair walking slowly through one of the hallways in the mansion, looking anxiously from side to side. The hallway with the mummy to be exact. The screen went black for a short moment, and then a man in a hood appeared on the screen.
He were standing next to a number of different-sized pipes Heaven didn't recognize. The hood man walked up to a set of three dice-shaped blocks placed on top of one another. He rotated the highest and the lowest ones, and before disappearing out of the screen then leaving. The camera zoomed in on the blocks and the symbols engraved on them became clearly visible. The image held for a couple of seconds, and then the screen went grey.
Heaven stared at the now blank screen. Her eyes had been transfixed on the film, and she hadn't even been blinking. She turned her face away, appalled and horrified. "That Amber girl was being filmed." she whispered to herself. Her mind was trying to process what she'd just seen, but at the same time, probably because of everything that had happened to her these last hours, her consciousness was mentally blocking the horrendous images. Exasperated over the place's evilness, her mind was in denial, inaccessible for the time being. And it was only going to get worse.
The sudden sound of fabric being ripped apart made Heaven turn back to the screen. A gash now travelled transverse the screen. "Who's there?" she uttered, still in shock. Her blood froze to ice when she heard steps behind the cloth, and ice-cold fear spread from her chest as the maid appeared from behind the white fabric.
Her face was empty and motionless, not unlike the lifeless mannequins. She swung the glass sword at Heaven, missing only by half an inch. The terrified young girl covered her face, hollered in fear and perplexity and quickly back stepped. The maid kept swinging her weapon, and Heaven kept backing until she stumbled into the wall. Heaven both heard and felt the dangerously sharp glass piece flying past her face; it was truly a miracle that it missed. Daniella's lips curled into a smile as she watched the horror in the young girl's eyes. She noticed Heaven looking towards the exit and quickly stepped through the small space to block the open doorway. So did Heaven but unfortunately for her, the maid won the race. Heaven bumped into the chair, which caused her to jump. She stood in the middle of the room, shaking, heart pounding, the insane maid blocking the only way out. The cold and emotionless Daniella held Heaven's gaze while calculating her next fatal strike towards the helpless and petrified young girl.
"Why are you after me?" Heaven blurted out, not really expecting an answer. It was just meant as an effort to gain some time to think. "What do you want?" she continued.
"Azoth." Daniella said. As usual, her voice did not convey any hint of feelings.
"Azoth?" Fiona repeated, perplexed, bewildered.
"Azoth. The essence of life, of life, of wo…wo…woman…WOMAN!" The maid shrieked. Then her head started to shake uncontrollably and an insane, high-pitch laughter erupted from her throat. Eyelids twitching and body spasm, she lunged her arm towards Heaven, the whoosh from the glass shard piercing through the air.
Both Heaven and Daniella fell forward; the maid was thrown into the room and Heaven to the doorway. Noticing the open doorway ahead, Heaven quickly staggered to her feet, darted through the opening and spurted across the bookcases. The furniture pieces were shaking, threatening to fall at any moment but Heaven didn't care. Half way through the trail, she fell to the floor. Her right leg felt strange, but she didn't stop to check. Instead she rose to her feet, hurried out the library and down the steps, stumbling and tripping down the steep staircase.
She raced into the crypt so fast she banged her head against the wall. Stumbling through the dark, underground hallways, she realised the maid was no longer following her and that she was bleeding heavily from her right thigh. Daniella's glass shard had cut deep into her skin just above the knee and blood was pouring out of the gap. Her right boot was covered in blood. She stopped and put as much pressure on the injury as she could.
She had to do something to stop the bleeding. Pressing hard on the gaping cut, she limped through the chamber to the final exit, the one leading to the mansion's west wing.
This part of the cave led to a long staircase, which sick-sacked its way up to the second floor. The area reminded her of those everything-is-upside-down-and-meant-to-totally-confuse-you attractions in amusement parks. However, she did not find this area amusing at all. False doors had been built into the walls, some were upside-down, and others were horizontal. Chandeliers and armours were held into place by rusty iron chains. She peered into the darkness below and saw more pipes. Behind her, she heard someone chanting and humming. She didn't dare to look and quickened her pace. There was no handrail to use as support, so Heaven clung to the wall to her left, leaving a trace of crimson fingerprints behind her. After what felt like a zillion steps, she finally reached the door in to the building's west wing.
With the same muddy black and white floor, the same red windows and the bare light bulbs hanging from the ceiling, the atmosphere in this branch of the manor was just as eerie as the east section. Around a corner to her right was yet another long, descending staircase with no supporting banister. "I'd better find something to plaster the cut on my leg before going downstairs," she thought and went up a much smaller staircase and through a wooden door to her left. She passed a poster of the human nervous system, a metal cabinet and a curtain, and walked in to what looked like an operating room.
The dirty and unsanitary operating bed in the middle of the room and the blending light overhead would normally have maid Heaven quiver, but now this place was exactly what she needed. She picked up a set of clean towels and a disinfectant from a shelf, turned on the water and cleaned the wound the best she could.
The antiseptic liquid burned her exposed flesh and tears protruded from her closed eyelids, but at least it stopped the bleeding. For now. The smallest amount of trauma could open the wound again; she needed to heal but there were no healing items to be found and the nearest alchemy room was in the other part of the building. It would be too risky to go all the way back. She left the blood-soaked towels in the sink, washed the blood of her hands and leg and covered the crimson red gap with the biggest compress she could find.
Looking around, she reckoned that the equipment in this room was relatively modern, especially when compared to the other items in the castle. Still thought, she'd never seen most of this stuff. A glowing monitor to the left of the sink held what looked like MRI pictures. Two were of a fetes seen from both left and right and the other two were of a full-grown adult. A rack was standing on the other side of the sink. It held three white bottles of plastic containers, the type used to store large amount of chemicals for industrial use.
Heaven recognised the word ethanol written on one of the labels. Next to the rack were two cylinders that contained some sort of gas under high pressure. "These aren't going to explode, are they?" heaven backed away and hit the dirty bench. She turned and studied the foul-smelling hospital bed. "No matter how serious the illness, you couldn't get me to lie down on that for even five seconds," she said to herself in a resolute tone. She checked the cabinet next to the bed, hoping it could serve as a hiding spot if in a pinch.
"Darn it. It's locked," she mumbled. "And I don't think I'll be able to open it. They have probably locked up some important chemicals or medicine." However, several bottles filled with toxic and corrosive chemicals had been left out on different shelves. She examined a device standing between the cabinet and the bed that appeared to be used for measuring things. What kind of research was going on in here. Then again, she'd done what she'd come for; there was no need to be in here any more. She went out of the OR, she walked south, then she turned east and went down a stairway to the first floor.
The chessboard pattern and the flaming red windows were featured on the ground floor as well. Heaven heard faint mumbling further down the hallway. A couple of minutes later Heaven came across the source of the muffled voice. A naked creature was studying a weird sculpture that was on display in the corridor while scratching his chin and speaking nonsense. He paid no attention to Heaven or her canine friend. The man, or whatever it was, seemed non-threatening. However, Heaven had learned not to trust anything, or anyone, in this place. She was just as alert. Green plants, masks, vases and stuffed animals were also displayed on sockets. "Why are they trying to hide everything away like this?" Heaven wondered, looking at another sheet-covered statue in the middle of the corridor. They quickly passed the area and headed further into the gloom until stopped by a locked door.
A wooden table stood along the south wall with a single candle on top, its flame flickering in the surrounding darkness. An enormous cage had taken the place of the north wall. "What in the world could they have been keeping in there?" Did she want to know, "And who were they anyway?"
Pinhead and the others made it to the room with the 3 dragon sculpture and the crystalline ice pillar. They walked inside the greenhouse full-bodied flowers of different colours sprouted from the beds.
"Hmmmm? The Mandragora plant? I wonder what they are doing here?" Pinhead wondered.
"Really? But I thought Mandragora where a mith." Butterball said.
Pinhead and the others left the greenhouse and allowed Chatterbeast to the graveyard. And they went into the crypt.
They saw the big iron bars and passageways leading to new rooms where no one had ever been besides Heaven. "She is close I can feel it." Pinhead said while fallowing Chatterbeast.
Heaven turned, hurried past the mumbling creature and headed back to the second floor, carefully moving up the stairs. Her leg didn't hurt that much, but she thought it best to move slowly for the next hour or so. She passed the OR to her left and walked northeast through a red-lit passage and paused in a small, round area that almost certainly had been used to carry out some kind of experiments. Books pertaining complex formulas that went far beyond Heaven's comprehension lay on a table to her right, and in the northeast corner stood a peculiar, rotund device with a hole in the centre. She read the strange inscription.
Synthesizer. By separating the platinum half-piece and then synthesizing it with the sacred white, a new spiritually infused substance is born. The path you are waling is ever so dangerous. However, if you do not want the sacred white to be fouled by blood, then you should give up the grand process here. With breasts and all, it was like a metal version of an African fertility goddess. Heaven however, thought it looked like the type of instruments used by mad scientists in horror movies. The weird contraption and the spooky surroundings were, in fact, as taken from a horror movie.
'God, how I miss Xipe,' Heaven thought with a shiver. The sudden sound of the echo of footsteps from the darkness made her tremble even more. Heaven heard a female voice saying her name and before long, the maid appeared from the darkness.
"No!" Heaven said. 'Oh no, not again!' She went ice-cold with fear. Daniella's full attention was on the horror-struck girl in front of her. She made a hissing sound and raised her glass. Heaven cringed, she was tired, hurt and confused, and now she had to fight for her life again. Would there be no end to this hellish nightmare, Heaven kicked the maid that made her stumbled backwards and Heaven hurried through the red glowing hallway, desperate to get to safety. When she saw the open door leading into the OR, an image flashed before her eyes. On one of the shelves, hadn't she seen a…
Heaven hurried inside and grabbed a dark brown bottle from a shelf. The maid was on her heels, so there was no time to check the label, but she hoped she had grabbed the right one. The insane woman entered the room and circled the operating table. Heaven was breathing heavily. Tiny droplets of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead. 'If this fails…'
In a swift motion, she hurled the bottle at the maid. The glass broke on impact and the colourless fluid spilled over her face and clothes. Due to its highly corrosive properties, the sulphuric acid immediately started to oxidize her skin. Daniella stared dumb folded at her hand as it started to boil, and then she fell to the floor. Heaven wasted no time. She quickly dashed out of the room.
Heaven ran eastward through a torch lit passage. To the north, cages were hidden in the darkness behind solid iron bars. After a couple of minutes, they reached a locked door and a dial connected to what looked like a water tap. Heaven recognised the pipes and cubes from the film. She had a fairly good photographic memory and turned the highest and lowest cube until the correct assembly of symbols was shown. She could hear water flowing, and soon after, the door was unlocked. The assembly of pipes and tubes were coated with rust and
had probably been there for several decades, but certainly not for centuries, and the same could be said for the area on the other side of the door. Someone had obviously put a lot of time and energy into building all this, but why, Higher up she could see the door where she'd entered the mansion almost two hours earlier. Holes in the wall near the floor with grating over them had drained away all the water except for an inch or two at the bottom, so the floor was now clearly visible. At the end of a narrow spiral staircase was a locked door with the symbol of masculinity, or Mars, engraved. She had to find yet another key. "This is getting rather tiresome." she sighted as she hurried upstairs to search for the Mars key.
(Another chapter done hehe poor Heaven she ever get out, and will Pinhead find her before the maid gets to her. I know I forgot to tell you why Daniella is going after Haven but I will tell you maybe the next chapter if I don't forget. Hurry up and save Me! )
Me~ hehe wow this is a lot to write lol
Pinhead~ yeah…will I ever find Kristy?
Me~ Oh shut up! Your hot behind her so don't worry.
Pinhead~ okay…..
Me~ Until next time love u all 3
