Chapter 11
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Pinhead had spent what seemed like days, wandering the many halls and corridors that made up the labyrinth that is hell.
He silently and gracefully glided past cell after bloody cell, some echoing with the screams of the occupants others allowing just the eerie sound of rattling chains to escape its walls.
Each cell looked the same with its dirty, dark, bloody centre and each passageway looked like the last.
He had been walking with no real sense of purpose or direction, merely walking and thinking, pondering on how to go about finding Kirsty's father.
Silently turning the corner into the next hallway, he continued to wrack his brain.
'He did not open the box, nor was he brought to hell by me or any other cenobite' Pinhead thought to himself, there had to be a loop hole in there somewhere.
'He was murdered by that imbecile Frank…' hatred for the human named Frank flashed in Pinheads eyes, the two had a long history.
'And that evil whore of his…Julia! that's it'
'They sent him to hell to get rid of him. He had led an honest and decent life and had been sent to hell, but that would be unlawful!' Pinhead stopped in his tracks and thought more on this fact.
'They do not hold the sacred right to send souls to Hell, only Leviathan may grant that right to the guardians of the box, the cenobites' Pinhead was starting to think it could actually be possible to help Larry Cotton!
He decided to report to Leviathan, the Master, maybe there was a way to allow Larry to return due to his innocence.
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'where did you get that?' Sarah whispered nervously.
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Looking to the box Kirsty knew she would have to explain EVERYTHING to Sarah, getting the box, meeting the cenobites, uncle Frank, that bitch Julia, and her father she thought sadly.
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Then she would have to tell her about Elliot.
It felt as if she would be betraying Pinhead by telling Sarah about him, but she needed someone with Sarah's knowledge of all things dark so tell her she must.
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'It happened a few years ago…' Kirsty started her story.
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'So you see master this soul has been falsely imprisoned for many years due to that idiot Frank' Pinhead stated to Leviathan.
He had approached Leviathan with slight fear as no one had ever dared to try anything like this before, not even the mighty prince of pain would dare upset or try to correct the masters mistakes.
Pinhead had delivered the news to Leviathan about Larry Cottons innocence and this did not sit well with the master.
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Pinhead stood and waited for what felt like a lifetime for Leviathans answer, he kept his head bowed and remained standing perfectly still. He felt the first twinge of fear rise in his stomach. He had a bad feeling about this.
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'So what you mean to say is not only have you allowed this pathetic creature Frank to fool you AGAIN, but you have also made a fool OUT OF ME FOR ALLOWING HIM TO ESCAPE AND MAKE A MOCKERY OF HELL??' the master shouted with all mighty force.
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'Oh shit ' Pinhead thought worriedly.
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'You have upset me my soldier' Leviathan said in a more relaxed voice.
'But still you are correct, this human is innocent'
Pinhead had an almost full on panic rising in his very being.
'I shall allow this man to go free'
Pinhead could hardly believe his ears! That wasn't too bad. He was expecting to have been dragged away to a torture cell himself.
'However…' Leviathan interrupted his thoughts.
'I will expect a replacement in exchange for him'
'But only one other person is liable to be brought back here' Pinhead thought worriedly, only one other person had opened the box and was still alive today.
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'My master surely there must be some other way we could…'
'SILENCE! DO NOT QUESTION ME CENOBITE, YOU HAVE A CHOICE EITHER BRING ME THE GIRL NAMED KIRSTY OR TAKE HER FATHERS PLACE YOURSELF!' Leviathan's cry was louder than Pinhead had ever heard.
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'Yes my master'.
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'So you see I need your help, no one else knows the dark arts like you, plus I could really use a friend' Kirsty finished explaining to Sarah.
Sarah sat on the floor staring helplessly at the box and the pages she had been reading before Kirsty had told her all about her history with the box, and the cenobites.
Looking up at Kirsty she couldn't help feel sorry for her, for losing her father and having to face such demons alone. She had to admit she was scared. Scared but with a strange feeling of excitement in her gut, this was what she had spent her life studying, she loved all things weird and magnificent. 'Well Sarah you sure got your wish' a little voice said in her mind.
Looking at Kirsty she noticed she had been clutching an old photograph throughout her entire story.
'So what's he like?' Sarah whispered softly.
'Who?' Kirsty asked.
'The man in your picture, he's…he's one of them isn't he?' Sarah asked with a small nod of her head towards Kirsty's photograph.
Looking down to the picture she had been holding for the last two hours, Kirsty took a good long look at Elliot, she had never spoken of him to anyone before.
'Yes'
'Yes he is a cenobite, they are the guardians of the box, soldiers of hell'
Looking at Kirsty, Sarah could tell her old friend was leaving something out.
'I know what a cenobite is sweety, I've read about them before. What I asked was what was HE like?' Sarah stated softly.
Taking another glance to the photo Kirsty smiled softly.
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'Would you like to meet him?'
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