In which we hear the girls talking about the second Pinhead. I decided to steal him from the "Pinhead" comics that came out in the 90s. He's one of the past incarnations of our beloved Cenobite, and he looks terribly rock n roll.
Ah, I think I forgot to tell you that they have no powers in this fic...
And forgive me, I know you can't see Merkova's mouth, but I'm pretty sure she can move it under the horse skull. XD
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"So...this is your first day of work at the Labyrinth?" a bald woman with a nail in her nose and her throat ripped open gave Merkova a beer.
"Yeah. You?" she asked. She didn't really need that conversation, but that woman had been so gentle, offering her a beer...
"I worked here for years. I was here when the Perdition Posse played their first "serious" gig."
"You know them? I mean...you met them?" Merkova stared at the older woman, impressed. Perdition Posse was one of the best bands in the history of rock, their singer Scarred Hide was practically a god.
"Of course. They're nice guys." she nodded, then she turned her head to look at a muscular guy with nearly no face (except from his teeth) who just tapped her on the shoulder "What's wrong, Chatterer?"
Chatterer started gesturing at her. Merkova frowned, but the woman looked like she was able to understand everything.
"Ok, let's get back to work. He said Butterball is coming, and the last thing I want is being scolded by someone like him. He spends all his time trying to get girls, and he never succeeds. And he calls it work." she shrugged "Anyway, I'm Female."
"Is that the name or the gender?" Merkova asked.
"Both. Let's go..." Female walked in the main room of the club, where people started coming, and she started singing.
Female and Chatterer (I know he can't sing, he's just pretending):
You can dance, through the night
Rock 'n' roll music itching to fight
Making love, drunk or stoned
Looking for dollar, get broken boned
It's a game, too tough to tame
Ends up the same, sweating out the rain
Everyone in the club (also Merkova, who's bringing a heavy amp on the stage, and Pinhead and Butterball. Pinhead is watching the women protesting outside and looks worried):
I was trapped, like a fly on the wall
I was caged, like a zoo animal
No escape, from the fate that you make
You're a snake, I've had all I can take
Watch out, there's a fly on the wall
Female and Chatterer:
Take a chance, take a bite
Rock 'n' roll devil take me tonight
Butterball:
Like a bitch, making heat
Beating on my chest, licking at my feet
Pinhead:
It's a game, too tough to tame
Ending up the same, sweating out the rain
So watch out, there's a fly on the wall
Everyone:
I was trapped, like a fly on the wall
I was caged, like a zoo animal
No escape, from the fate that you make
You're a snake, I've had all I can take
I was, trapped, like a fly on the wall
I was caged, like a zoo animal
No escape, from the fate that you make
You're a snake, I've had all I can take
I was trapped, like a fly on the wall
I was caged, like a zoo animal
Enraged, from the fate that you make
You're a snake, I've had all I can take
There's a fly on the wall
Female entered in Pinhead's room.
"Is it all right?" she asked.
"Fem...we have no money. I wonder for how much time we can keep going." Pinhead didn't even lift his eyes from the bills in front of him.
"You keep saying you don't want to call your brother...it'd be the solution to all our problems..." she put a glass of whisky on his table.
"He won't help us. We both know it." he finally looked at her.
"Forgive me, but...it's the only chance to get rid of all those "faithful christians" outside..." Female sighed.
"No, Fem. I can't do it. He's...too important to come here." Pinhead shook his head. Saying those things hurt him. He never imagined he would be so far from his brother when they worked together to build their dreams...and when they wrote their song.
I'm living on an endless road...
He closed his eyes. No, better forget. It was all over, and his brother probably forgot that song.
"If you don't need anything else...I'm going back to work." Female pointed at the door.
"Yes, thank you." Pinhead smiled at her. She was probably the only one in the whole club who tried to understand him.
A few seconds after she went out, someone else knocked at the door.
"Come inside, come inside." he answered.
Merkova entered in the room and looked at her boss "I brought all the stuff onstage, my work's over for now."
"Good. Have a beer and enjoy the show, then..." he smiled.
"Yeah. No, I just wanted to tell you. I don't want Butterball after me because he doesn't know it." she crossed her arms and leaned her back against the wall.
"Don't worry. He's slightly weird, but he would never try to bother you." he stood up and walked towards her.
"Nice. I'm not scared of that ball of fat, even if he's the co-owner of the club." now that Pinhead stood up, she noticed a guitar case behind the table, against the wall "Is that your guitar?"
Pinhead turned and glanced at it "Yes, it was..." he shrugged "I used to play it when I still wanted to be a rockstar. Old dreams."
Merkova shrugged, too "Sorry."
"No, don't feel sorry. We all have our dreams and hopes." he looked back at her.
"Well, my dream is to play guitar, too."
"If this is your dream...you can try to play mine. You already know how to do it?" a small smile appeared on his lips. He never wanted other people to touch that guitar, and now...
"I know where notes are." she laughed.
"I will teach you, then. If you want, it's obvious."
"I get a guitar and a teacher. Of course, man." she friendly punched him on the shoulder.
Pinhead picked up the guitar case and opened it. Inside there was a beautiful black and shiny Fender. It looked new, as if he never used it.
"Holy shit." Merkova couldn't stop staring at it.
"Yes, it's a nice instrument." he nodded, trying to hold back the memories.
"Nice? I'd sell my ass to have this guitar..." she giggled, and she mentally punched herself for it. She was sounding like an idiot.
"Such a beautiful girl is worth much more." Pinhead whispered.
Merkova stared at him. That was...unexpected. He was trying to end in bed with her, too?
"And if you give me a minute, I'll get you the amp. It's a Marshall." he added. He sounded a bit embarrassed.
"A Marshall? You really had a lot of money..." she shrugged, pretending to forget the previous sentence.
Pinhead removed the cover from a box and it revealed the most beautiful amp Merkova could dream of.
"I didn't have much money. But I worked hard because I wanted the best I could find. I always want the best."
"So why don't you show me how to play it?" she grinned.
Pinhead nodded and plugged the cable in the amp.
"Let me see..."
Pinhead:
She walked into the room
Her hand upon her hip
Said "Look out boy
I'll make your backbone slip"
She looked straight at me
The devil in her eye
I knew what I was getting but took it by surprise
No fooling
She really knocked the stuffing out of me
Pinhead and Merkova walk out of the room, but the music continues and the crowd keeps singing. And here we go with all the cliché "falling in love" stuff. Imagine what you like most.
The song keeps playing, with people around the new couple singing:
She's some woman
Hard lovin' woman
She chewed me up and spat me out
Some woman
She's a hard lovin' woman
Some woman
She's a hard lovin' woman
She didn't wear nothing
But a smile upon her face
Licking her lips but I had the taste
Her temperature was rising
I was coming to the boil
Her fires were burning
She was pouring on the oil
I do not jest she really took me to the cleaners
Some woman
Some woman
I felt just great when she pulled her 38's
She's some woman
Hard lovin' woman
She's some woman
Hard lovin' woman
It started with a smile
It turned into a laugh
It ended with a scream
I said, "You are the one!"
Never heard a word she wouldn't let go
A man's a man and every woman ought to know
And there I was and she was dancing
Some woman
She's some woman
Here we go again
Some woman
She's a hard lovin' woman
Some woman
She's a hard lovin' woman
Some woman
She's a hard lovin' woman
Some woman
She's a hard, hard, hard lovin' woman
She, she, she, she
She is a, she is a
She is a hard lovin' woman
"I'm going to work. The guys of the band should be here now." Merkova looked at the clock in Pinhead's room.
He kissed her on the cheek, scratching her skin with the nails.
She left the room.
Pinhead sighed and took the folder with all the bills. It was a disaster. And nobody was going to help them.
He glanced out of the window. The women were still there, still yelling.
He shook his head and decided to turn on his TV. The funniest thing was that the protesters were on the news, too. Exactly what he needed right now.
"Miss Cotton, you are the leader of the movement. Could you please explain us the reason of your hate for the Labyrinth?" the reporter asked.
"First of all, the Labyrinth is a place without moral and without God. A place that refuses all the good values that every American citizen should respect!" she exclaimed.
Pinhead raised a non existant eyebrow and felt the urge to correct her. His parents were both English.
"And because the noise they call "music" is an invitation to worship Satan! You only need to read their songs. There's sex, the devil, and..." she remained silent for a second and looked around "...and sex! This is what they want! And it's disgusting!"
Pinhead rolled his eyes. But he was sure he knew that face. There was something in the shape of her mouth that he already knew.
Suddenly Butterball opened the door of the room.
"Boss, the congregation of the holy I-should-fuck-more virgins is on TV!" he laughed.
"I saw..."
"Why don't we go out and have some fun scaring their innocent brains?"
Pinhead shook his head "Butterball, our situation is serious enough like this, we don't need more bad publicity."
"As you want. But I'm going. It could be really funny." he ran out.
The taller man sighed and decided to follow him. At least he could try to stop him if he went too far.
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AC/DC - Fly On The Wall
Deep Purple - Hard Lovin' Woman (I changed some of the lyrics, because in the song the love story was over.)