Disclaimers are in the prologue.
Now that the Creeper has the box, freedom is only a few steps away for Freddy and Candyman. But before we do this, I gots ta give thanks...
Thanks to KrazyKatKrueger, who was the second reviewer for this story. She said I have a nice writing style, and that boosted my ego PLENTY. And yes, I am going to thank each of my reviewers in the newest chapters, at least up until my first ten. But I will thank them individually through e-mail, so take it. In fact, don't just take it, LIVE it and SWAY to it as if it were the music of life!
What are you waiting for?
Do it.
Now.
Will wasn't sure exactly what had happened to Jeff, but he knew Jeff was dead. Not only that, but he suspected he knew who had done it, too. He and Lori had left shortly after Jeff's demise, arriving at Will's dorm. It wasn't easy to get through; the scene had drawn quite a crowd. It was as if they had just fallen into the middle of a rock concert.
Will held Lori's hand as they pushed their way toward the front of the crowd. One of Will's classmates, Chad, stopped him.
"Hey, Will," he said, "where were you? This psychotic killer dude went straight to your room and killed Jeff!"
"Did you see who it was?" Will asked frantically.
"Yeah, a whole bunch of people did. This guy was like nothing I ever saw before."
"Was he all scarred? Wearing a red and green sweater and a glove with knives on the fingers?"
Chad looked confused and a little nervous. "Nah, man, he was this big dirty guy with wings and fangs and claws and shit! But who the fuck are you talking about, Will?"
Unfortunately, Will realized his mistake too late. "...No one, Chad. Just forget I said that."
He and Lori quickly continued toward the front of the crowd, leaving Chad behind to wonder.
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Hell was an extremely large place, roughly the size of North America, South America, and Canada all put together. It was riddled with fire and lava, caves and rocks. If one did not have a good sense of direction (assuming one could even move), it would not be that hard to get lost. Of course, being lost only means you would wander the dark until you found your way, never dying...but there would still be pain.
Freddy and Candyman hadn't needed to worry about that, however. It turned out that Candyman had searched around that morning and was able to locate Pinhead. Pinhead was very nearby the Master, only a few "rooms" away. It seemed that the Master wanted him close at all times in case something needed to be taken care of.
Now, Pinhead was standing near a torture rack. Whoever was on it was screaming to no end. His ribcage was exposed, held open by chained hooks attached to the walls. From what Freddy could see, there seemed to be some small animal digging around in his guts...a weasel, perhaps? No. Pinhead began to pace, stepping out of the way, revealing that it was a small, round...critter of some kind, and it was chowing down on this guy's insides.
"Do you like my pet?" Pinhead asked his victim. "I found it on one of my many ventures. It has entertained my guests for a long time."
His victim showed no sign of understanding. Instead, he only kept screaming.
"You will learn to enjoy your pain and suffering. It is what makes this place beautiful."
Pinhead suddenly straightened, as if something urgent had just come to his attention. He looked down at the victim and touched his face lightly. "As much as I enjoy your pain, there is work to be done."
He walked away, leaving his victim to suffer alone. Freddy and Candyman, who were observing all this from behind a rock, moved toward where Pinhead had gone to. As they passed by the victim, Freddy hesitated suddenly. Candyman noticed and turned to him.
"What is it?"
Freddy swiftly brought his claws down and plunged them deep into the victim's throat, drawing a short gurgle. Then, he jammed them right into the victim's face. Candyman, surprisingly, almost laughed at Freddy's inability to just walk by a helpless human instead of slaughtering him. Freddy looked up, grinning.
"It needed to be done...heh heh heh."
Candyman smirked and they moved on to the next room. They made sure to stay hidden behind the doorway as they watched Pinhead. He was standing in the middle of an empty room, his eyes shut. It seemed he was waiting for something.
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Will had finally made it to his dormroom, which was covered with CAUTION tape. There were detectives and paramedics all over the room. The crowd hadn't made it anywhere near the room, but Will had explained to one of the cops that it was his room that had been broken into.
A detective named Hobbs escorted Will to the room. "I'm Detective Hobbs, I've been assigned to this case. So, you're Will Rollins? Do you have any idea why anyone would want to vandalize your room and kill your roommate?"
Will scowled at the detective, looking him over. He was a tall black man, in his early to mid-thirties. His features suggested he had seen it all. "No. I don't." He looked back toward the room. He saw flashes coming from the room, someone taking pictures. Probably the coroner. "What happened to him?"
"Ah, well, let's see..." he seemed to think it over for a minute. "Oh yeah, his brain got ripped out the back of his skull. We got witnesses that say this guy was big. I mean big."
"Oh my God," Lori said softly.
"Look, ah...why don't we go somewhere a little more private so we can talk," Hobbs suggested.
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As instructed, the Creeper had flown all the way to the outskirts of Ohio. In the middle of a deserted stretch of dry land, the Creeper made his landing. As soon as he hit the ground, he began to fiddle with the box. Freddy had said that it was a puzzlebox, and he would have to figure out how to open it. But how? It seemed impossible.
After a moment, the Creeper felt himself being entranced by the box. He traced one thumb around the circular design on the top side and then pushed it in. The box reacted, transforming itself, and the Creeper set it down on the ground in front of him. The ground began to quake and crack.
The Creeper merely waited.
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Pinhead's eyes snapped open. At the same time, the wall in front of him slowly began to crack open. A bluish light filled the room as the portal opened. Pinhead slowly began to walk towards it, and soon he was completely engulfed in the blinding light. Candyman knew that now was the time.
"Let's go," he said to Freddy. Just then, he felt a hand on his shoulder turning him around. As soon as he saw Freddy's face, he knew what was about to happen.
Author's Notes: Craziness is what this chapter has in it. For those of you who might be wondering, Detective Hobbs is based on Denzel Washington's character in the movie Fallen. Good movie, I liked it. Also, the next chapter holds at least one surprise, and at the very beginning no less. I suggest you check it out if you want to know what's about to happen.
Oh, and you may be wondering what that small animal inside the guy's stomach was. Well, as if I didn't drop any hints, it was a critter from the movie 'Critters'. Yeah, I know they're aliens, but I thought it would be cool to throw one in there anyway.