CHAPTER 6
The Queen's lair soon became a war zone wherein there seemed to be a plethora of endless blood and carnage thrown about. No screams, however, as both drone and Cenobite mindlessly warred with each other at the command of their respective masters. With a flurry of violence, leather, and metal enveloping both Pinhead and the Queen while only several feet apart from each other, they approached each other to come face to face. Their bodies went through the violence as if to stroll through it like fog. It wasn't long until one could feel the other breathe onto each other's face.
"What is it that you want, exactly?" asked the Queen. "Surely you must be aware that my endless league of loyal and efficient drones will not tire and will subdue you and your proles, eventually. Yet you persist. What can inspire such a deathwish in you?"
Pinhead let a few seconds pass before he spoke, to pierce her eyes with a gaze, for it was in that moment that he was aware of just how practical this encounter's outcome can weigh out. Sure, to torment and to hold dominion is exquisite, but these were no mere Earth mortals he was dealing with, he pondered. He sensed great potential to use these beings and this... saucer, or whatever they called it, to his advantage. The destruction and resilient unwilling to give up fighting he saw in the drones brought him to the conclusion that he can use this situation to his advantage.
"Tell me, just how different do you think we are, you and I" he asked her, still holding his gaze on her airtight.
"It depends. Just how steadfast do you hold your convictions to pursue dominion over the lives ahead of you?" she flirted back, for in that instant, she too pondered just how opportune this standoff between the two forces can become. A master and his legion of endless loyal mutants that emerge from a crevice in a wall at a mere touch and motion of a box in one's hands - surely, that is a power to be reckoned with, she thought.
"We conquer only to torment," he said. "We feed on suffering. We live to relish in the screams of those who summon us. I ensure that it is a slow process with every encounter. It would not be worth our time if it wasn't savory." Pinhead, always the brooding wordsmith with his choice of words, had told the Queen all she needed to hear to convince her that something here had to change, that this power of her enemy's had to be usurped by her and her legion. If it meant allying themselves with these strange dark beings, so be it. By any means necessary, she would wield the power to appear instantly at a summoning by an alien race the same way Pinhead has. Then when the time would come to betray the Cenobites and destroy them, it would be of no consequence. There could only be one domineering force here and she decided it was going to be the Borg.
"Look around you, demon," she began to lecture him. "See the endlessness around us, how our minions rip each other apart to no end. It won't stop unless the narrative is rewritten to it not be so adversarial against one another. Perhaps there is something to be shared between you and I, something so unimaginably ghastly to the farthest regions of space and all who live in it - something like, say, all-encompassing and perpetual torment and assimilation. At OUR hands. Think about it. We waste time squabbling here amongst ourselves. Why do so when we can be out there doing what we're meant to do? Together, we can have every sentient life form bleeding and eating out of the palm of our hands in no time."
He smiled at the thought of having such access to an endless supply of bloodshed. She was obviously devising a ploy to use him and betray him, but he was willing to hear her out because he agreed with her. Besides, he had just as much decided to use her and all she had to offer before betraying her. The question was who was going to stab the other's back first.
"We have much to discuss, Queen. But first, why not clear the air of this mayhem?"
"Agreed," she replied. Both looked at their troops and everyone immediately stood down as quickly as both Pinhead and the Queen felt a strange sensation overcome them - the strangeness of alliance and community. Both were aware of their unspoken plans to betray each other, but they weren't existing in suspicion or plotting. They were in a moment of understanding, understanding each other. And so, the Kelpien drone's left eye twitched and right arm was met with a quick half-second spasm yet again.