Coming back home, my parents kept a closer eye on me and where I went. Yeah, they were starting to suspect me a little bit as well. Not to the point where they question me every day or had a cop stay close by. They didn't trust me by myself.
For the rest of the day, I spent time in the living room, kitchen, or anywhere else they needed me to be. Although, I had the upper hand until they stopped suspecting me.
They can't keep a close eye on me when they're asleep. So, I can at least try to sneak out when they're fast asleep. If they wake up and feel the need to check up on me, I could do the old pillow trick and make it look like I'm really in my bed. I haven't done that yet so I'm hoping I can make it look real enough to fool them.
But, as I stepped into my room that night, I noticed the familiar chains, cold chill, and the four Cenobites inside.
"So, are you guys up for more torture?" I asked silently.
"You shouldn't jump ahead and assume everything's okay," Female hissed.
"She's saying we should play it safe for now," Pinhead explained.
"I get it. We shouldn't do anything until everyone rules me out as the killer."
"Smart boy. But until then, I'm sure you're a little curious about what it's like in Hell."
"You're not going to torture me again, are you?"
"Please, we're not stupid. If another mark appears on your body everyone will get suspicious of the Lament Configuration. Then, we may have to bring you to Hell."
"Okay, what's the Lament Configuration and what do you have in mind to do to me in Hell?"
"The Lament Configuration is the box you solved. It's a portal that opens the door to Hell and allows us to come out and torture sinners. You need not worry about what will happen in Hell. We'll take good care of you." He started chuckling a little and soon the others started doing the same.
"Ummm, that's not very convince-" Suddenly, I was no longer in my room. Around me, there was nothing that gave a slight indication that a teenaged boy lived there. Instead, there were even more chains, weapons, and a very strong feeling that I was not on Earth anymore.
Pinhead noticed my sudden fear and laughed a little more.
"I told you not to worry. We're going to show you around our home."
"Why? Why would you show me this?"
"Isn't it obvious you may end up here? Why not show you around?" An extremely cold chill went up my spine. I shivered, wondering if it was because I was scared or the cold atmosphere.
"Like he already told you," Female went on, noticing my growing fear, "We won't torture you while you're still guiding us to our sinners. You'll be safe here as long as you're with us." It looked like I had no other choice but to go with them (Although, they did force me into Hell in the first place).
"But, to make sure you don't try to run away..." Before Pinhead finished his sentence, he pulled out this circular object that looked like a dog's collar. It appeared to be leather and had several thin little chains on one side. Pinhead put the weird collar on my neck, made a chain appear with a hook attached to it, looped it behind the front of the collar, and tugged at it to make sure it was secure.
"What's this for?" I finally asked.
"Just to be sure you won't escape."
"Like I can really escape some when I'm in your world," I say sarcastically.
"It's also something you'll be needing in the future. When you find a sinner, pull one of the chains on your collar and one of us shall appear. Although, I will accompany anyone you choose besides me."
"Am I ever allowed to take this off?"
"No. You have to leave it on. Think of it as a little symbol to identify you as ours." First you cut my hand and now a collar. What's next? Blood stains that'll never go away?
"No. Blood stains are blood stains and yours will go away."
"Stop reading my mind!" He and the others start laughing again. Pinhead then gives the chain to Chatterer. He tugs at my chain to see if I'm also secure to my leash. He chatters his teeth and all three of them look at him weirdly. I'm not sure if chattering makes them understand him but they seemed to know something. Something that was different about him usually, I guess.
We start walking and Pinhead tells me about the places we go to. It was actually a little bit like Earth but with a devilish look. They had houses, shop, buildings that meant some importance, and other little places where demons hung out at.
"This is our favorite place," Female said as we came by this building that looked like a stadium, "This is where the mortals come after they've ben brought to Hell. They are tortured here for all to see. Below the stadium is where most of the torture is done."
"Then why is there a stadium? Is it for the new comers or something?"
"Sort of. It all depends on who you are, how many sins you've committed, and how great those sins were."
"Sounds interesting." What the hell am I saying? I'm going to end up in there!
We continue our tour until we pass this other building that was smaller than the stadium but still huge.
"What's that building?" I asked while pointing at it.
"That's the Mall of Hell. It's where demons go to get things like weapons, clothing, or other stuff."
"Pinhead bearly goes to the Mall of Hell because he thinks it's for female demons," Female cut in.
"I'd assume so since Angelique goes every week."
"That's because she still feels close to her succubus nature."
"It doesn't matter. You women always go there when there's nothing else to do."
"So, it's like a regular mall but more demonic?" I asked.
"I guess you could put it that way," Pinhead answered.
"How about Chatterer and I take him in there to look around?"
"Fine, but don't keep us waiting." Female rolls her eyes and takes Chatterer's arm, dragging me with them.
As we enter the gigantic place, I notice that it is similar to the shops in a human mall. The only thing that's completely different are the shops and what they sell.
For what felt like almost an hour, Female showed me around the place and told me about the shops in there. I was becoming so interested in what was in this inhuman mall that I forgot where I was. I almost wished for a moment that I could come here again. That's when I realized where I was again and regretted what I said to myself.
That's when I looked over and saw what appeared to be a fountain.
"Hey, what's with that fountain?" Female and Chatterer looked over at what I was talking about. Female sighed and walked over there.
"This is the All Seeing Fountain," she told me while looking into its black water, "If you put your hand into it, you can see the mortal world. If you ask it to show you a specific thing, it'll show you very clearly what you want to see. Some Cenobites who remember who they were use it to see how things are after they've left their mortal bodies. Others use it to watch certain mortals or whatever purposes they use it for."
"Do you ever use it?"
"No. I don't care about how things are now that I'm here and imortal. Besides, it's more fun to figure people out from their thoughts than just watching them. Isn't that right Chatterer?" Chatterer looks at her with narrowed eyes. Okay, his eyes are always narrowed but I'm talking about more than usual. He looked pissed off.
He chattered something harshly. His chatter sounded harsh enough to cause a human's teeth to start cracking or hurting roughly. All Female did was laugh at him with a form of friendly cruelness in her eyes. Weird, I know but I guess that means they're friends or something.
"Hmmm, I think Pinhead's getting irritated by now. Let's go boys." Chatterer's grip on the chain was tight and I could tell it was worse than a human's.
We were able to get out of the mall and find Pinhead and Butterball waiting outside.
"And that's why I think you should use a different knife after each torture," Butterball was saying to Pinhead. He looked up at us and sighed in relief.
"I was wondering when you three would return. I was wondering if I had to go in and get you myself."
"Oh please, Pinhead. You already told me you wouldn't step foot in this place even if we dragged you by a thousand hooks."
"Let's leave. It's probably time for Korey's bed time already."
"Hey, I'm not a kid."
"No, but you do have school tomorrow, correct?"
"Yeah." Pinhead raised a would be eyebrow at me.
"You sound disappointed. Are you interested about Hell now?"
"What? No! This place just seems so unlike what I expected." The four Cenobites began laughing.
"You like Hell, don't you?" Butterball asked while still laughing.
"It's just interesting because I'm looking at it in a Cenobite's point of view. I know I won't be able to see this place again after I die. The only thing I'll be able to see is the inside of that stadium."
"True," Pinhead said, "But, if you be a good boy, we might think about what to do with you after your death." They started to laugh after this, convincing me that they're making a cruel joke out of me.
"Can I just go home now?" I ask out of annoyance instead of fear. I was becoming, strangely, more attached to them. It felt like they were my friends in some screwed up way. I'm not sure if they knew this or not but I'll just guess and say they do.
Pinhead unhooked the leash and I found myself back in my room. It looks like I have some friends from Hell. Hopefully, they don't find me annoying for thinking this way.
I slip into some pajamas and get under the covers of my inviting bed. Tomorrow I go back to school and see what goes on from there. Yes, more torture to come and the body count in our town shall grow steadily higher. Samantha will probably be wondering how things are going with me. Maybe I will show her that cut of mine. I'm not exactly proud of it but I guess it's better than having more holes in my body.
Hmmmm, I haven't thought of Samantha ever since I took that tour into Hell. She had slipped my mind completely. That never happens whether there's something wrong with me or not. It's like visiting Hell took my mind off everything in the mortal world. Wow, I'm starting to call Earth the mortal world now.
Well, it's time for me to get back to being home with a girlfriend, nagging parents, suspicious peers, and being followed by Cenobites. Back to my normal life.