Chapter 21.
- You don't understand – it was a test! And she failed it! Can you hear me? She failed!
Pinhead stood in the doorway without movement and his look was concentrated on Kirsty, as if cenobite couldn't understand if she was alive or not. He didn't pay attention to anything around.
- It was a plan of our father! Leviathan's plan! Happened what was supposed to happen – she turned to be unworthy – Angelique cried in despair. – are you listening to me?
Pinhead made a step inside the torture chamber. Angelique tried to step aside but the heavy chain flew out of the wall and stuck between her ribs. She cried – not with pain, but with fear. Pinhead paid no attention to her he just came up to Kirsty lying on the floor and stood on his knees beside her. He turned her face up and started searched the injuries.
- Leviathan will punish you for this! He won't leave ashes from you!
Pinhead raised his head and looked Angelique straight in the eye:
- You didn't understand? Leviathan means nothing to me now.
In a moment several chains pierces Angelique's body, hooks stuck under her skin, in her bones and muscles. Her face, hands, legs and trunk were in chains.
- Stop!
Chains, holding her legs pulled her back, an unpleasant crack sounded – one leg was torn off, another was skinless. Walls seemed to have shaken from her screams.
- I warned you. – Prince of Pain said indifferently and slowly.
One more chain pulled back tearing off Angelique's liver. Princess instinctively tried to close the wound, but several more chains pierced her hands.
- You gonna die! DIE!
- Of course. But you'll die earlier.
In support of his words, all chains pulled in different directions. Blood was spilling from demon's wounds, blood was all over the floor, unpleasant crack of tendons sounded. It could have lasted ages, but Pinhead had more important business.
- Disappear.
And she disappeared, her body was torn into dozens of pieces, her body seemed to have been in front of his eyes a moment ago – now only splatters of blood. Meat and bones were dragged into the emptiness.
Pinhead examined Kirsty's wound and came to an awful conclusion – he couldn't heal her now. He needed medical appliances, threads and some disinfectant. All he could do now – was an improvised bondage of his sleeve to stop the blood and fix the blade. This blade couldn't be taken out – it would have killed her at once, but he couldn't leave it "free" in an open wound.
He didn't know what to do – he could bring appliances for operation but it was dangerous to leave her here. He couldn't carry her in his hands to bring her to some operation chamber – it could have killed her also. As he was hesitating, Kirsty's eyelids trembled and she opened her eyes.
- You…you've found me. – she said, overcoming pain and weakness.
- I always find you, child. But now I'm unforgivably late.
- It's not your fault. There was a chaos.
- And chaos is there still. – Pinhead hissed hearing the battle in the main hall with his keen ear.
- It's…Leviathan, it's all cause of him…it's because of him! – Kirsty tried to rise on her elbows, but sharp pain in her stomach did let her do it.
- Don't move, you make it worse.
- It was his plan. – Kirsty continued.
- I know – Pinhead sighed. Each of us thought that we had a great destiny to follow – in fact we all were chess figures in his insane game.
Kirsty heard unpleasant noise in her head – it was getting louder and louder. She felt terrible heat, as if she was a roasted barbecue. The reason of this feeling was in her stomach and she tried instinctively to pull the foreign body out of it. Pinhead, understanding her intention, caught her hand stretching for the blade.
- Don't do it! You can bleed. I'll take care of you but now hold on a little.
- No! – she whispered. – I know it's needed.
Pinhead thought she might have lost her mind because of pain and only shook his head:
- You don't understand what you're saying…
- No, I understand – Kirsty answered surprisingly clearly and loudly. – I shouldn't survive. They'll find me and turn into a monster.
- Kirsty…
She interrupted him:
- Listen, I agreed to become a Princess of Hell for two reasons – to set my father free and…to be close to Elliot. – she could hardly raise her hand but she touched cenobite's chest as if trying to reach her captain through the flesh. Pinhead shivered.
- But I… - she explained. – never…never…agree to become a goddamn Antichrist! Perhaps humanity is sentenced to death but I don't…want…to destroy it…with my own hands…
- Kirsty, stop speaking – you're getting weaker and weaker…
- You don't want me to be like Channard? - she chuckled with effort. – imagine me with that creepy thing on my head. I don't know what you think but I want to cut my veins at the very thought about it.
Pinhead didn't have to imagine that picture to felt disgust to one of the most abominable creatures he ever met. Anger filled his soul – he wanted to find those who invented this stupid idea and kill him – but he refused. His anger came and was gone – it was Leviathan's idea…
- I only… - she breathed loudly, it seemed to her that fire came out of her mouth and nostrils instead of carbon dioxide. – want to know…what will happen to my soul…if I die here…
- Stop thinking about death. – cenobite voice was not ordering – asking, his pitch black eyes were full of sorrow – same as in the time when they met for the first time.
Suddenly all pain let her go. She didn't feel any discomfort – on the contrary – she felt good and calm. Something in the deep of her mind asked her to close her eyes and relax…
- I must confess…- she looked down and gave a shy smile. – I love you both. You and Elliot. You're one creature. And I never loved anybody more than both of you…
Cenobite closed his eyes and nearly purred:
- We love you too. Both of us. We love you very much - equally.
No answer. Demon opened his worried eyes and looked at Kirsty. She was lying on the floor, her eyes were closed, her body relaxed.
- Kirsty? – Pinhead put his hand on his shoulder and shook her. – Kirsty?
No reaction. Her body was delusively warm, but no heartbeat, no pulse. Cenobite slowly hugged her body and held her in his embrace for several minutes. His head was clear from all the thoughts, from all surroundings he only felt her body and weeping of his own soul.
"She's dead, she's dead now! She is no more!"
What could he answer to console his soul? Could he do it at all? Although lately he allowed himself experiencing many human emotions, what he couldn't do was crying. Only one of them could weep for her…
"Kirsty! I promised, I promised her that nothing would happen to her!" – Elliot's sorrow influenced cenobite's body with nearly physical pain. – "Why? Why did it happen?" Pinhead knew the answer – but not "why". Because of WHOM.
"Leviathan" – both man and demon thought.
None of the demons in hell now could feel greater rage than Pinhead. His eyes became bloody red and he roared as a wild animal, so that the entire Labyrinth could hear:
- LEVIATHAN!
The torture chamber he was in now was in ruins. All sounds inside the labyrinth walls now were silent as if the air was full of fear.
"Whatever you want to do – I'm on your side". – for the long years, both sides of Spencer were in harmony. Although this harmony was desire for revenge…
- All right, prepare now – we're going to die! – Pinhead snapped and rose to his feet with Kirsty's body in his hands. For the last time he looked in this pale and beautiful face – even in death it was beautiful. He got rid of the last instinct of self-preservation and went to the main hall with heavy steps.