Here Comes the Sun - (noun) A 1969 song by the Beatles. The first song in a long line of a long history of interesting cover choices for Ghost. They often pick songs that are seemingly at odds with their musical style.
Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, Here comes the sun and I say it's all right
For as long as Kirsty's memory had served her well, this was her lullaby. A song she could associate with good memories, among others. Whenever she cried, or was in deep sorrow, or even just plain could not sleep, her mother would walk into her room, pull her out of the crib, and later on, her bed, and either sing, or hum that all too familiar melody, and it always did the trick, as she went to sleep like a little angel afterwards.
No matter how old she had gotten, that pattern would never ever change. The routine had always been the same, like clockwork. But there was a single bad memory associated with not singing it all the way...
The last time her mother ever lived, breathed, sang, what have you, was when Kirsty was twelve. The summer of 1980. She and her mother were up all night baking cookies, so she was subconciously trying to fight off sleep, so her mother rocked her to sleep.
The singing paused when Adrienne heard a loud, banging knock on the door.
"I'll be right back, just hold on." Were the last words her mother had told her as she exited Kirsty's bedroom to answer the door, which the giver still banged belligerently against the hard wood.
As the door to Kirsty's bedroom was closed, she could hear mumbled talking. But as a familiar male voice started talking, the mumbling grew louder and louder, with a few bad words thrown into the mix. Little Kirsty gasped. She never knew her mommy to be capable of such potty language.
BOOM!
That loud noise startled Kirsty from her deep thought. She heard two men mumbling. Again, her bedroom door was closed, so she could barely hear what they were saying, apart from a few words.
Whatever they were saying, it was along the lines of "Take some jewelry and make it look like a robbery. All I need is the kid."
Hearing that, Kirsty immediately got out of her bed and hid in her closet. She heard a little more mumbling between the two men, and then another loud BOOM! The door opened, and a man wearing dirty jeans and t shirt with the sleeves cut off, but wore a ski mask.
"Come to daddy, kiddo."
Kirsty waited in silence, hoping that he would get bored and leave without finding her. It was all in vain, as he opened the closet door and grabbed her.
"Naughty, naughty Kirsty. Telling Mommy about our little secret. Tsk, tsk!"
That familiar switchblade he always liked to use grazed her face. Kirsty thought it was the end of her for sure. That was until, outside alarm sirens blared so loudly that the whole neighborhood should have heard. Mommy must have called them.
"This is the Brooklyn Police. We have you surrounded. Come out with your hands up!"
"Shit!"
He finally let go of her and fled out of her bedroom window, forgetting all about her. The aftermath was gruesome. Feathers drifting throughout the place. A bed sheet stained with fresh blood, pooling bigger and bigger. She lifted the she sheet to reveal... Mommy. The sobs emitting from Kirsty's voice were howling, the agonizing wails of a child staring death right in the face for the first time.
Even after the police entered the home, and Daddy came home as soon as possible, the mourning did not stop for a long while...
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, Here comes the sun and I say it's all right
A now teenaged, but almost twenty something Kirsty Cotton lie on the creaked old bed, her mind reeling from the events that just transpired, how everything, the rest of her family, her future with Steve, all vanished right before her very eyes. Now here she was, in a mental asylum, blood stains littering her once starch white t shirt. The rain and thunder made obvious by the window she stared blankly into.
"Welcome back." The detective she had been ignoring spoke up.
It was a habit of hers to block out any bad memories and dissociate when something traumatic happens.
Sometimes, she never even realized it.
"Where am I?" Kirsty asked.
"This is the Channard Institute." He answered. "It's a psychiatric hospital."
"Psychiatric." Kirsty repeated to her
"Remember? You and your boyfriend?" The detective asked.
"Steve..." The pangs of hurt from his quiet rejection came back in full force.
"Don't worry about him, he's okay. We sent him home hours ago. He had some story to tell." The detective attempted to humor Kirsty, but there was no cheering her up.
"Who the fuck are you?" Kirsty spat out bitterly.
"I'm sorry, this job sometimes makes me forget my manners. Ronson. Homicide. I was at your father's house."
The still fresh wounds of Kirsty's grief split back open again. "Oh, Daddy.."
Ronson realized that he hit a nerve, so to speak. "Shit. Would you talk to me? And please, this time, no demons, fairy tales, huh?"
"Fairy tales?" Kirsty parroted the last word as a question.
"Fairy tales." Ronson repeated back to her.
"My father didn't believe in fairy tales either." She lamented.
Now Ronson was confused. "What?"
Kirsty continued. "Some of them come true, Mr. Ronson, even the bad ones..."
"I'm sorry. I, er... I don't understand."
"Do you have a family, Mr. Ronson?" She asked.
"Yes." He answered before he was abruptly interrupted by a phone call. Not that it mattered though. What little was left of her naivety had died with Frank, Julia and her father.
She was the only one left alive to pick up the pieces. The question was, where will she go from there? Was it a mistake to not let these puzzle box... Demons take her when they had the chance? She, at the very least, wouldn't be in this position to begin with. Well, she had to wait and see what happens next...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes, Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes, Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Years passed by, and Kirsty was an adult, and up until recently, happily married to someone she thought was a good man. Sure, they had their highs and lows, but then again, didn't every couple? The "recently" that shattered any illusion of a happy marriage was on the day of their wedding anniversary. His present to her was the accursed puzzle box. He knew that this box brought her bad memories. He knew of her troubled past. He knew damn well that she considered this a very sore subject. What does he do? Wrap the damned thing in another box and wrapping paper and guilt trip her into solving it.
For now, she had refused to admit her shortcomings...
"He desired to be rid of you so he could have his grubby hands on your inheritance. Do not deny that he has strayed from you these last few months, Kirsty. I sensed his intentions from the very moment he set foot into the sweatshop." The Priest informed.
"I... I don't believe you!" Kirsty snapped, obviously still in shock.
"He thinks he controls the narrative. He is under delusion that he can conspire with his not very bright acquaintance to have you sent here, under my thrall for eternity while he comes up with a sob story that he oh so had no idea the Lament configuration was so powerful, that it took you. And while you languish here, depleted of all the spirit that you once had in your youth, left with absolutely nothing, he runs off with your rightfully inherited money, all gambled away or given to the nearest prostitute, assuming he will throw the other women under the bus."
She looked at him with such resentment. Resentment in that he was correct, the warning signs were there, no doubt. But she didn't know they were there, or if she did, they were ignored in favor of preserving the lie of her moving on from her dark past. Pinhead certainly knew how to get under her skin, both literally and figurately.
"Or..." The Hell Priest continued. "You could show him his rightful place. Nothing more than than the gore on this floor under our writhing bodies. What do you say, Kirsty Cotton?"
He had one more nerve to hit.
"I'd hate to think you would throw everything away for a man who does not give a damn about you, like Julia once did-"
"YOU DARE SAY THAT?!"
He knew damn well she hated being compared to Julia, that bitch.
"Then show me that you are not worthy of comparison to her.." He crooned. "What's your deal?"
"My husband, his partner in crime, and his three mistresses." He had seen the hardened look on her face. It was one of hatred.
Perfect... He thought to himself. The lioness had come out of hibernation.
"One of them isn't aware of your existence." He stated. Not that he cared, of course, but he wanted to see if she did.
"And I wasn't aware that the puzzle box contained cenobites the first time." The coldness in her voice was absolute. "And one more thing..."
Kirsty disrobed herself, shedding her wedding anniversary best onto the grimy floor, one by one until she had nothing left of her modesty. The cold atmosphere brushed against her bare skin, hardening her nipples. Pinhead was amused and at the same time, confused. Nonetheless, hooks shot out and embedded themselves into her. Blood beaded out from the wounds, not enough to send her into shock, but just enough for the sake of pain.
"I might as well not give a fuck about Trevor. He's too boring in bed anyways."
Made obvious by the swelling arousal in between her legs, Pinhead knew that Kirsty was telling the truth. He removed the apron of his cassock, lowering the front half, revealing his already erect penis, dripping with precum. He inched ever so closer to her. Her excitement showed, shivering with anticipation as her pin studded paramour approached her ever so inquisitively.
He whispered in her ear. "I am the most important man in your life, Kirsty. Get used to it."
She whispered back. "Gladly..."
The two made love in that timeframe.
Little darling, I feel that the ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, Here comes the sun and I say it's all right
Here comes the sun, Here comes the sun and I say it's all right
Here she is now, with a child of her own, an innocent little soul who has yet to know the pain and suffering of life itself.
"WAAAAAH!" The baby cried throughout the room.
Kirsty was still on high alert after everything that happened leading up to the baby's birth. The adrenaline flowing in her veins was still high, and she hadn't had the time for a mental breakdown yet. It was in no way the baby's fault, that she knew. She should've known that Hell was no place for a pregnant woman such as herself. And now because she's stressed, the baby is too. She quickly prepared some formula and ran to the still crying baby's room.
"It's alright Adri, Mommy's here..." She cooed as she picked up the wailing infant from her crib.
With the bottle in hand feeding her, Kirsty rocked baby Adri in an attempt to get her to sleep. She sang her the melody that was sung to her all those years ago when she herself was that little. The crying gradually but very much surely subsided with the baby slowly drifting off to sleep, after patting her in the back so she could burp, of course.
Once the baby fell asleep, she was carefully placed back in her crib. Kirsty walked back to her bed and quietly wept to herself on her pillow. She missed her Hell Priest like crazy, but it was something that had to be done.
In spite of everything, Kirsty knew she had another soul to think about now. Every choice that she makes from then on must be so that Adri has a fighting chance and a good (enough, at least) life. That would mean no more deals with the devil. No more ordeals with the Lament configuration, she won't even try to look for it. Adri is her first priority now.
It's a good thing Ronnie has offered to move in, Kirsty's gonna need all the help she can get. Especially with that masseuse job and the training that seems promising.
Pinhead, on the other hand, now finds himself all alone in Hell once again. He had had to let Kirsty go again for a long time. He will miss many nights with her, in years that of which he will never get back again. He will never get to see Adri take her first steps, or utter her first words, or witness any of her firsts really. As such, he cannot expect Kirsty or Adri to wait for him. Once they exited, the portal closed permanently. Is his God so envious of the favored son that he cannot share his attention with another?
No doubt in his mind at all, that Adri, just like every other human, will inevitably be given her share of the forbidden fruit of desire, pain and suffering herself. It's just the nature of humanity, there is only so much she can avoid before she gives in to temptation and pleasure. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock.
"Are you alright, Priest?" The Novitiate asked in earnest.
"What mandates your presence when it had been made clear that my solitarity is of my choosing?" Pinhead sniped, clearly irritated by the novice's inquisitive nosing.
"The rest of your Gash are concerned of your well being after what happened. You have reclused yourself for a long time."
"And my Gash did not see it fit to come to me themselves?"
"I am the only one you have listened to lately."
"Because I have no choice."
"Precisely. It will continue until you rise out of hiding and rejoin the masses."
Pinhead sighed. "Fine."
He stood up out of his seat and exited his quarters. All three members of his Gash were there.
"Your Unholiness, this is unlike you to shut especially us out. We are very much sorrowful about what happened." The Open Throated Woman consoled.
The Chatterer clicked his teeth in agreement.
"I am sure you are." He seethed towards the both of them.
Butterball decided to speak out himself. "Pity... Not... Of... Yourself... The child... She will return... As shall Kirsty... I... Have... Seen it." He spoke in between wheezes as much as he could with the deformation of his face limiting his speech. "Now come. There... Are... Many... Souls... To reap."
Pinhead relented, as much as he wanted hole himself in his dorm, he knew for a fact that as Hell Priest, it was not feasible in the long term. He would have to move on, and accept that Kirsty will do what she must for Adri without him. He will sneak out from time to time, that much is true. Even with all of that in mind, he couldn't help but feel it was all part of a grand plan, but what was the endgame? What higher power seeks for something big to happen? What does this demon or angel have to gain? These are the questions he will eventually find out in the long run, but for now, he will have to play the waiting game and carry on.
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