Author's Note: Alrighty! Here we go for another chapter- this time starring...Joey Summerskill and an appearance of Pinhead, CD, Camerahead, Barbie, Pistonhead, Dreamer and someone else! I know Pinhead's name isn't really Pinhead. But Joey called him that, and I don't think she's ever going to find out (or honestly care) what his demon name is, Xipe Totec.
1. A Familiar Face?
Complete darkness surrounded her, concealing all of whatever once was before the environment she was in in this unfamiliar place. Glancing around, heart slowing nervously in worry of some typical monster in the closet to pounce out suddenly from behind and attack her.
It was cold. Deathly cold for that matter, her flowing white gown certainly not something considerably appropriate for such a temperature, yet no goosebumps crawled across her pale flesh. She could only simply shudder whenever she chose to do so, therefore being the main give away she was dreaming overall.
Glancing to her right, a glow of light had begun to form, a flickering, seemingly harmless flame. Fire that though didn't warm her as it continually grew through the piles of metal-ike debris, it attracted the attention of more things nearby to glow merrily, before turning into rather violent flames licking up the ground in which she stood at.
Joanne, 'Joey' Summerskill gasp, her eyebrows raising high as she desperately turned in search of an escape from the hungerous flames, obviously coming close to engufling her in painful flames as well. The ring of fire trapping her, as by then suddenly a mysterious exit opened through as if by a powerful wind.
No, no such wind could do anythng to blow away flames so simply.
"Fuck that!" Joey remarked to herself, dashing through the escape while her chance existed, flowing gown having surprisingly never once touched the flames.
Grasping ahold of parts of her dress to let her barefeet run without tripping over it, Joey couldn't help but turn her head back to the fire- which had suddenly vanished into the complete darkness. Furrowing her brows confused, Joey had continued running when she felt herself bump straight into something hard- muscular, perhaps?
"JOANNE!" came the yelp of someone in complete concern over her, the masculine, English-accented voice that flowed her name perfectly, made Joey tense in wonder if she had bumped into something dangerous.
Slowly turning her head up, it was official to say she did.
"Pinhead.." she growled, narrowing her crystal blue eyes as she stumbled on her back, desperately crawling away in attempt to get away- foolish as the choice was for the suddenly panicked stricken Joey.
"Oh shit." she mumbed, as he narrowed his cold, onyx black eyes and laughed in mock of her fear. Turning over, Joey felt her heart shatter at the sigt she wished she wouldn't have to find.
His little 'Army' of Cenobites- some of them consisting of her friends. Her horribly mutilated, barely recgonizable friends for that matter.
Specifically naming Doc and Terri.
Joey felt her lip quiver, eyes welling at the sight of seeing Doc, her former cameraman with a camera shoved through his head, and little baby Terri- barely seventeen or eighteen, mutilated, deathly pale and bald, and cigarette protruding her throat. Grinning wide in mock like a chesire cat as she and (ex?)boyfriend, JP Munroe, the one with obnoxiously clanging pistons in his head, strutted towards her in pursuit.
"We've been waiting such a long time to play with you girl..." Pinhead breathed, as behind him followed the other two Cenobites, the one with barbered wires across his face and the ability to brath fire, and the one with five CDs shoved through his head, folowing through eagerly as well.
"JOANNE RUN!" the English accented voice, screamed as she felt a pair of strong hands grasp her shoulders, pulling her to her feet to run. A hand grasping hers tightly, pulling her to run as her feet felt suddenly stuck- not wanting to move. But eventually, they complied to escape whatever wrath was to come from her former friends and others turned demons.
This dream she so desperately wanted to wake up from as her mind became dizzy, things flashing past at such a speed in her pounding headache. Simply wanting to rest or gasp for air in that matter, Joey's hand became sweaty and felt ready to slip from the mysterious grip.
"Wait! Wait! Please!" she breathed, desperately gasping for air and choking on tears, hearing faintly the sound of the clanging pistons and robotic-like noises, as they were gaining on her.
An ear piercing screech of something similar to nails scratching a black board, Joey's grabbed her ears, wanting to get down on her knees from all this mental pain being thrown at her. The soft, whispery purr of a cat in it's hiss, as Joey glanced up to the person helping her up yet again.
Joey stared up, widened eyes at the sight of the face which was at first impossible to see from her blurried vision, but the forms of a handosme face had begun to shape through...pale skin and dark hair? But before she could truly straighten herself to see the face..a light had flashed, as well as the sudden burning pain in her back from Terri's cigarette, and a slash across her shirt from something sharp like knives hit her.
Joey Summerskill gasped, jumping suddenly from her bed she had been restlessly tossing and turning about, thrashing her bed covers and pillows. Heart racing, Joey grabbed her alarm clock to glance at the time being barely past four o'clock in the morning.
Sighing tiredly, Joey let go of the alarm clock and fell back against the rather lumpy bed and ruffled pillows. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, this had been th fifth night straight in a row in which she had jumped suddenly from yet another confusing nightmare.
Her back throbbed, as Joey's hand went to her back to inspect underneath her nightgown as to what possible pain she had. But when her finger tips gently touched the very center of where the pain was great, she gasped at how rough and sensitive it was- stinging instantly from the pain to make Joey yelp.
Rushing out of bed quickly and towards the nearby bathroom as she threw off her nightgown, Joey gawked at the reflection of her nude body and the still slightly remaining scar by her breasts, turning to the side of her back to find, in disbelief, a small circle made of a 1st to 2nd degree burn.
"No way.." she mouthed, fingers touching the near sides to the burning wound, feeling the throb of another headache come on. Groaning, she stopped tending and poking her burn to rub her temples, stumbling to lean in support to the sink.
It felt like there was some kind of an echo to her heartbeat, as her head pounded loudly to the sound as if clanging and bashing against metal. Whatever it was in an unexplainable way, she honestly felt like Hell. And this was all simply because of a dream. Rather a nightmare in the matter of horrific categories and events it fell in, but still, dreams can't actually hurt you- can they?
"I can dream now Joey...oh you wouldn't believe what I can dream of now." the whispery, dreamy voice whispered through echoes of her mind, making Joey grasp desperately on her head in effort to sooth her headache. Recalling the memories of the sweet homeless girl Terri, her tragic and myterious demise into a Cenobite- one of those monsters.
Monsters? Which ones were honestly monsters? Hell, they were all innocent Joey supposed. Though she hadn't been there at their final moments as humans, she hadn't known what exactly caused Terri to end up like one of them. Had she betrayed Joey personally, in a cold stab wound to the heart? Had she been tricked? Seduced by that JP (After all, the poor girl seemed to not have entirely forgotten about him or their dysfunctional yet addictive love) or Pinhead? Was she threatened? Joey would honestly never know the answer...
What about the others? The bartender, Doc, the deejay? How or what did any of them do to get sucked into that matter? Joey sighed, knowing she had countlessly lectured herself times before to let go of the past, that it had been a year now. But she simply couldn't let go of the fact her goos friend and two other innocent people were rotting in Hell. It just wasn't fair, and honestly the regret drawn over in her heart everytime only made Joey blame herself more and more for their horrible fates.
What of that JP kid anyways? Joey guessed perhaps he wanted this willingly, but the kid was a spoiled, dumbass with the maturity of some grade school kid- not honestly the murderous demon type.
And all that finally lead down to a hatred of Pinhead- the pin faced demon bastrd that Joey hoped was rotting in the core of Hell or...the Labyrinth? She couldn't quite recall the name of the horrid place, but when her headache had finally cleared, a heartache had quickly followed she remembered them all and the suffering Pinhead had brought.
Stepping quietly out of the bathroom, leaning down to the ground and grabbing ahold of her nightgown to quickly place back on, Joey admittedly flushed embarassed over having just run into her bathroom nude suddenly. Just what if...in the slightest manner that in an impossible chance, Elliot- Elliot was ny her apartment again. Giggling softly to herself at the imagination of Elliot's surprised expression to find her stripped down to all the way nude.
Oh Elliot.
Joey stared sadly, her gaze focused on the curtains in front of her. As if she expected to unfurl them and find Elliot, Captain Elliot Spencer, behind waiting for her. For whatever reason may be, that he'd be there waiting just for her.
Shaking her head to bring back some sense into the young reporter, Joey knew for certain Elliot was to never return. He had re-joined that demon bastard that was truly, from Joey's honest point of view, nothing at all like him.
But unable to resist the temptation, since she was already too restless enough to easily fall back asleep again, Joey slowly approached her pale white curtains, fingers trembling as they grasped the curtains, back still slightly throbbing again from the wound, as she then quikly thrashed the curtains away to reveal..
Nothing.
No Elliot to be found, tragically as Joey merely glanced in hopes that if she blinked something she had missed would reappear in some form of the supernatural.
But the idea to it would've been pointless anyways, as Joey sighed and grabbed ahold of the curtains to quickly throw them back together again. Honestly, she didn't want to go back asleep. It would still be most likely difficult again, but then again she needed to sleep. As much as she could grasp, since a reporter's job was never easy and constantly sent on the run for a good story.
Laying down her head gently on the pillow she had quickly punched about to make softer, Joey's crystal blue eyes stared at the red lights of her alarm clock until her eyes began to tear up, and she quickly turned away. Through all the heartache, she had always repeated to herself as she mouthed the number of days it had past.
Today marked it's official big hit number.
365 days.
One full year since Hell came to Earth, unleashed but barely at it's beginning of God knows what Joey dared not to think. That bloodbath at the club, the sickening sights of all those gruesome bodies would've only been the beginning...but all those memories repeatedly flashed back in her mind whenever she thought of something simple that connected to it all.
'Just let it go, Joey. You need to let go.' she mentally reminded herself in weak effort for a pep talk. But Joey shook her head lightly, squeezing her eyes shut as she resisted the tempting tears.
"I can't." she mumbled loudly alone to herself.
Elsewhere
Deep within the further, icy darkness of the Labyrinth in all powerful control was the silver diamond god, Leviathan, watching with eyes that ceased to ever exist of the mighty balance kept well across the 'kingdom' of Hell itself. Despite his fury at his crown jewel of a favored son, his betrayal for the brief moment to all the laws of Hell and the Lament Configuration, Leviathan admittedly found something useful of the embarassing events.
His son, Xipe Totec, had stolen innocents souls in preparation for an army that was never to come in a similar idea to a replacement of his original Gash- which personally Leviathan preferred the loyal original Gash that ad maintained the fear yet professionalism unlike the imatturity of these...pseudos. It sickened the diamond God that these servants continued to carry memories of their humanity.
They belonged to serve him and his son, and no one else. They were not to remember anything for that matter except that he was their God.
However, if possible for a physcial ability to grin, Leviathan honestly would've done so. He was proud of his son for the actions done, because there was rather a useful way found finally and truly from within the group Xipe had transformed, with the memories of their umanity came the memories of the attachments in their lives.
Including one in particular.
The psuedo Cenbite that made electronic movements as he moved, with five "CDs" (Leviathan honestly didn't care for the names of the humans new fangled technology and the exact titles to them) lodged through his skull. In the memories Leviathan had curiously found through his mind telepathically while searching bored and restlessly through all their minds came the impossible.
He had been in attachment to...the Key.
The Key to the door that stood in between the pathetic humans and the mighty balance of the Labyrinth's pain and pleasure, eager to harvest the countless souls. Tragic as it was to infuriated the diamond God, the Key wasn't a sinned soul. Not necessarily pure, but not even near anywhere amongst the damn that obliged his son to take her to their place, to have her show the destiny of the Labyrinth and do so.
Well...she wasn't a sinned soul yet.
Aware from the Guardian Keeper's information, the Key now had possession of the Lament Box and there was a twinge of an uncontrollable possession in her for a temptatin to open it within possibly days- hours from now. And oh, how Leviathan truly could not wait so for that day to come.
The game he had full control of in the years of well thought out plotting, having barely told his remaining loyal son the important details, all it was going to take was a twinge in toying with this human woman's emotions, her love to that pseudo when he had been human, and soon the souls would be harvested.
Oh yes, Leviathan could hardly in wait in his eagerness...until he ha stumbled upon a rather disturbing visions of a human female heroine destroying the perfectly plotted plan. Her stubborness a personal curse with a previous history of an arch nemesis in Hell, similar to that Kirsty Cotton girl he could recall his son obssessing over for her soul's beauty.
He would do whatever it would take to make certain the Key would do her destiny- and that human female would notstand in the way. No matter what.
It was only a matter of time now.
Hm...what do you think? This is my first time ever writing in serious second point of view to Leviathan. Tad difficult to write when he never really has a speaking role in the film or a personality really fo rthat matter LOL. But it's said he keeps balance in Hell and well- in basic- hates humans. LOL
Free cookies to anyone who spotted the Pinsty hint. Mostly a big Jelly hint thrown in, and yes Kirsty will appear briefly later- but not for long and she will not be the hero, nor will there be any Pinsty romance. Just...demon Pinny obssessing and drooling over her in secrecy LOL. Hm...so who do you suppose is the 'Key' and what does that have to do with CD?
BTW, 'pseudo cenobites' is a term I learned from the Hellraiser wikia. It's the kind of Cenobites that remember their human pasts like the ones in Hellraiser 3.