Chapter 2:The Labyrinth

Enraged, he escaped the chains and reached Pinhead. He yanked the machete from Pinhead's hand, staring straight into Pinhead's eyes. Jason's gaze was not met by the fear he was accustomed to, or even the mad jealousy and predatory hunger from the last person to fight him, Freddy Krueger. It was anger: pure, unadulterated rage of a man taken what has been stolen from him. Pinhead takes his job seriously indeed, as many have met before.

"You are not the first to challenge me," he says to Jason, unflinching in the face of a being that, with one swing of his arm, could end the cenobite's career prematurely. "And you won't be the last!" Jason feels something in his stomach, and looks down; he has just been impaled by a bundle of pointed chains, tearing a gaping hole the size of his head in his torso. He looks down at it for a second, and swings his machete at Pinhead. The blade whistles through the air, and-

Continues whistling through the air as it passes through the space where Pinhead was a moment before. Jason looks, confused, wondering what happened to the person who had been yelling at him a moment before. Where was he, and why wasn't his head rolling across the floor to join the others?

"To reach the bounds of your physical experience, we must first break your mind. Welcome to the labyrinth, where your greatest hopes and most dreadful fears are one and the same." Pinhead's voiced boomed from the walls of the corridor, and Jason noticed that the crumbling closet around them was all but gone. The tools were still there, and the nearby walls were the same material, but the two undamaged walls seemed to stretch on for a mile, while the other two walls were completely gone.

Jason looked to the left, and he looked to the right. All he saw to either direction was a long corridor. Pinhead's voice had not come from one side or another, and there was no sign of him. Jason didn't know which way to go. Then, he heard something to the right of him and his head jerked in that direction: it was his mother. "Help me, Jason. Help Mommy!" He started in that direction. "Mommy needs you Jason!"

Jason remembered the last time he had seen his mother. Freddy Krueger had pretended to be her, first to make him go to Elm Street and then to tell him to leave. Jason didn't like people pretending to be his mother; it made him angry. If someone was pretending to be his mother, he would kill them. But if it was his mother…

Jason missed his mommy. Ever since he had seen her murdered at Camp Crystal Lake, he had wanted to see her again. If it was her, maybe he would stop killing. Just for a little bit. But he also had to kill Pinhead. Pinhead had angered him. He had threatened him and chained him, made him bleed. He wanted to hurt him, and for that he had to die.

Jason walked down the corridor, hurrying toward his mother's voice. He couldn't move quickly- he was leaving a trail of blood and had lost some muscle to the chains. He got to the end of the corridor, to another one going in both directions. "Jason!" Again, the Crystal Lake Killer turned toward his mother's voice. Finally, he reached her Sadly, this scene ended up on the cutting room floor for being meaningless and unrealistic. Jason leaned down to one knee when he got to his mother, who shouted out "Jason, you have come to rescue Mommy!"

"Meet your greatest desire, Jason," Pinhead steps out from the shadows behind Jason, remaining safely 20 feet away but with his face well lit, his voice as clear as ever. "Your reunification with your mother, whom you have not seen for twenty years." Jason stands, reaching for his machete, as his mother watches with curious eyes.

"Now, Jason, meet your greatest pain," he points at the pair. "As your mother vanishes in front of your eyes."

Jason looks back down, following Pinhead's pointing finger. Where his mother was, on the ground, is a cenobite. The cenobite, gender indistinguishable, had had its face torn apart in a half dozen ways, molded to be virtually the same shape as Jason's mother. Jason stabbed down with his machete, spearing the cenobite through the head and down to the ground. As Jason pulled his weapon around and spun to advance on Pinhead, the cenobite on the ground was already turning into a middle-aged woman.