Rock Singers and Hell Raisers Chapter 7, a hellraiser fanfic

Ok. Yesterday I've been to a Rammstein concert and I'm still excited. XD
ANYWAY...I STILL MANAGED TO WRITE...THE LAST CHAPTER! MY GOD I FINALLY FINISHED A STORY! If you're still following it, thank you. If you want to comment to tell me what you think (even if you think this is the stupidest thing ever...), I'll appreciate it a lot. Especially because I'll know what I can do to make my fics better.

Frozen. Everyone around Scarred Hide and Kirsty was frozen.
"No, seriously! Aren't you that girl who had a threesome with me and my brother?" he looked better at her.
Pinhead closed his eyes and made a weird grimace to hold back a laugh.
"Someone can call my brother? You, you look smart. Call my brother and tell him to come, I need to ask him one thing." he glanced at one of the protesters, making her blush.
"There's no need for that. I'm here." Pinhead came out of the crowd on the opposite side. Whispers started running among the people. Pinhead, the owner of the Labyrinth, was Scarred Hide's brother? Even if the resemblance was evident, that new surprised everyone. Including Merkova, who couldn't help but stare at her ex-boyfriend.
"Pinhead!" the singer stared at his brother with a not-so-smart expression. Pinhead wanted to yell for the rage. There he was, the guy he always loved and helped. But he wasn't mad because of that, no...because he could see how much Trevor kept him drugged and satisfied, to use him just for the money.
"Scarred...what do you want to tell me?" he kept a calm tone, even if calling that name was still painful. Actually, he wanted to say "brother", but that word didn't come out.
"Brother...listen...this girl, you remember her, right? Well, I can't remember on which leg she had that birthmark." he shrugged, still holding Kirsty's arm. And she was so shocked that she even stopped twisting to get away.
Pinhead shook his head. He always refused to humiliate her like that, even if she was about to destroy their club. He didn't want to lower to their level...but...since his brother already said it..."On the inside of her left thigh."
"STOP THIS FARCE!" Kirsty managed to yell. She wasn't going to let them stop her like that. She refused to lose.
"You're right." Scarred Hide nodded, ignoring Kirsty's rage "Now, can I see it one more time?" he tried to lift her skirt, making her scream once more.
"THIS IS ALL A LIE, AND THE TV WE CALLED SAW IT. You'll all be crushed by us. I'll destroy every single one of you, and..." she was about to explode. But she couldn't finish her death threat, because the singer put a hand on her mouth.
"Come on, stop yelling. It makes your beautiful face look ugly." he smiled once more.
She bit hard his hand and managed to pull it away "You have no proofs." she hissed.
"Well, maybe this doesn't interest us." Pinhead stared at her. He knew she was right, and he also knew they were about to add a lawsuit to all of their problems...but in that exact moment her face was priceless. And maybe someday they were going to find a way to prove it...or, at least, they needed to make her believe it.
"Boss..." Butterball reached the others "I need to ask one thing..."
Pinhead blinked. The ability of that Cenobite to interrupt things was incredible "Go on."
"This means that this could be HER?" he took a photo and stared at it for a second, then he gave it to the pin-headed man.
When he saw what was in that photo, he couldn't hold back a grin. Still, he wanted to ask one thing "Where did you find it?"
Butterball shrugged "It was in my collection of pics for when I'm all alone. I think I found it in the box with the photos of those old gigs Perdition's Posse played in the club."
Pinhead nodded. Yes, it was definitely like that. Butterball's lack of dignity still surprised him, but for once it had been useful. REALLY useful.
"SHOW ME THAT THING!" Miss Cotton was about to jump on him and kill him with her bare hands.
"Don't worry, I'll show it to everyone." he slowly walked towards the cameraman, then he put the photo in front of the camera.
And every person in Los Angeles who had a TV saw a younger (and shirtless) Kirsty, who was yelling in happiness on the Labyrinth's stage, while a band was playing. THAT was the woman who led the protesters against Rock?
"I believe personal issues shouldn't involve other people." Pinhead stared at her, the TV still framing the pic. Suddenly he thought about all the troubles they had because she couldn't accept what happened some years before. Yes, they didn't pay taxes, but they only did it because they had no money.
Kirsty didn't reply. Her face was pale. She looked like a ton of bricks just fell on her head.
"We're disappointed, Kirsty...we all trusted you, and you were only using us for your revenge?" a woman asked, throwing away the sign she was holding.
"That's all...that's all a lie. YOU CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" Miss Cotton started crying, feeling humiliated once more by the same people.
The protesters started going away. They refused to remain there, in that situation.
Fan Dancer ran towards Scarred Hide and hugged him, still unable to believe what happened. Everything went well, everything...everything...
"How? How did you..."
Scarred shook his head. He didn't want to talk about how he discovered that he'd been an idiot for all that time.
Trevor woke him up, yelling about finding someone to play because the band went away. Scarred asked what the hell happened, and the manager only replied that the band quit. The singer, still a bit dizzy because of the drug and the alcohol, asked why, and Trevor refused to reply, then talked about money, about them being assholes.
"Why." Scarred asked again. There was a voice in his head that told him to calm down, that everything was going to be ok...Trevor said many times that the band was nothing without the singer...but he refused to listen. He had the feeling that he was doing the right thing for the first time in a long time.
"I told you, those assholes..."
"JUST TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!" the singer pushed his manager against a wall. He wasn't going to believe that bunch of crap. It was a lie, and he knew it.
"Scarred, you need to understand..."
No, he refused to understand. His band quit. And there HAD to be a reason, they were the best people he ever met, they were his only friends...
He remembered all the things they did together. Why they decided to go away?
"I won't understand." Scarred pressed his knee between Trevor's legs, making him hiss in pain.
"Please..."
"Just tell me."
The man finally confessed that the band went away because they wanted to help Pinhead with his club. The singer was about to explode. His brother. It was so much time since they talked last time...how many things Trevor lied about, then? He...he had to reach them.
He kicked his manager as hard as he could, leaving him on the floor. He needed to reach Los Angeles.

Merkova was staring at the crowd going back inside for Perdition's Posse's concert.
Someone called her. She turned and saw Pinhead. He had something on his face that resembled a small smile.
"I'm glad everything went well." she said.
"Me too..."
"So...Scarred Hide is really your brother." she glanced at him, feeling a bit uneasy.
"Yes. Funny how that was the reason that girl kissed me, and you didn't even let me explain..." he was staring at something invisible in front of him.
Merkova looked away. Well, she wasn't the only one who would've done that. The situation wasn't exactly clear...
"Anyway...why don't you go? It's still a free Perdition's Posse concert." he looked at her.
She didn't move. Everything sounded so weird...he wanted to look like he didn't care at all, but she knew it wasn't true.
And what about her? She still cared about him?
"I thought about a lot of things..." he still sounded calm, it was like he was talking to himself.
"The fact that you mentioned that day means you still think about me, too." she decided to talk, and she immediately regretted it. It wasn't what she meant, and...
Pinhead shook his head.

Say baby you been lookin' real good
I remember when we met
Funny how it never felt so good
It's a feelin' that I know
I know I'll never forget
Ooh it was the best time
I can remember
Ooh and the love we shared-
is lovin' that'll last forever

There wasn't much
in this heart of mine
There was a little left
and babe you found it
It's funny how I never felt so high
It's a feelin' that I know
I know I'll never forget
Ooh it was the best thing
I can remember
Ooh and the love we shared-
is lovin' that'll last forever

I think about you
Honey all the time
my heart says yes
I think about you
Deep inside I love you best
I think about you
You know you're the one I want
I think about you
Darlin' you're the only one
I think about you yeah!

I think about you
You know that I do
I think about you
All alone, only you
I think about you
Oh, it's true
I think about you
Oh, yes I do

Somethin' changed
in this heart of mine
You know that I'm so glad that ya showed me
Honey now you're my best friend
I wanna stay together 'til the very end
Ooh it was the best time
I can remember
Ooh and the love we shared-
is lovin' that'll last forever

I think about you, oh yeah!
I think about you, oh you!
I think about you, honey you
I think about you, you know I do
I think about you, only you
I think about you, only you
Only you...only you.

She hugged him. Damn, he managed to make her cry...ok, not really. But still, that was the most beautiful thing they ever told her.
He gave her a soft kiss, making her smile.
"Pinhead?" that was Female's voice.
He closed his eyes for a second. Ok, wrong moment. But he had enough good news for that night, he could bear a little interruction.
"Pinhead, your brother is calling you...he wants you onstage."

"So...I'm happy so many people came here." Scarred Hide took his place on the stage and started talking to the crowd "I'm happy you care about this club. I wanted to apologize because I did nothing, but ok, let's just pretend it didn't happen. What I wanted to say was that..."

Fan Dancer took the bass and started looking for the cable of the amp. Where did that thing end?
"Here." Butterball knelt down and grabbed it from the floor. Then he reached out to give her the jack.
"Oh, thank you." she smiled.
He remained with his knees on the floor. It was the right time to do it "After the show...you want to drink something with me?" he asked.
He didn't expect her to laugh. But it didn't sound like a "Me? With you? Forget it!" kind of laugh...
"Of course." she replied, kissing him on the head.
Butterball remained still. Luckily the sunglasses (and the fact that he had his eyes sewn shut...) hid that he just fainted.

Onstage, the singer was still talking "...I wanted to play a song that nobody knows. For a while I wanted to put it on an album, but it never sounded right. I think the only one who can make it sound good is my brother, who wrote it with me...and tonight is the right moment to play it."
Pinhead couldn't believe his ears. Their song. This meant his brother still remembered it...
"Come on, get a guitar and come here!" Scarred Hide called.
When the owner of the Labyrinth finally arrived onstage, his brother friendly punched him on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry. Looking at all these people made me understand how much I owe you." he whispered.
Pinhead kept staring at his guitar. It sounded like a festival of the good feelings...too weird for him. He was happy, but he still had to get used to that feeling.
"Come on, people! The song is called "Hellraiser", put your hands up!" the singer screamed.
His brother started playing, hoping to remove that happy ending sensation from his head. It wasn't his fault if he could deal better with bad situations...

Scarred Hide:
I'm living on an endless road
Around the world for rock and roll
Sometimes it feels so tough
But I still ain't had enough
I keep saying that it's getting too much
But I know I'm a liar
Feeling all right in the noise and the light
But that's what lights my fire

Pinhead and Scarred Hide, together:
Hellraiser, In the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, Rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, And I'll make it come true
Hellraiser, I'll put a spell on you

Scarred Hide:
Walking out on another stage
Another town, another place
Sometimes I don't feel right
Nerves wound up too damn tight
People keeps telling me that it's bad for my health
But kicking back don't make it
Out of control, I play the ultimate role
But that's what lights my fire

Together:
Hellraiser, In the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, Rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, And I'll make it come true
Hellraiser, I'll put a spell on you

The singer stared at the crowd. In a corner, with sunglasses and a stolen leather jacket, there was Kirsty with a grumpy expression. He winked and blew her a kiss, and she couldn't avoid a smile. He smiled back and nodded.
...maybe THAT was her place, after all. She loved the music, and Scarred Hide was still single, from what she knew...

Everyone:
I'm living on an endless road
Around the world for rock and roll
Sometimes it feels so tough
But I still ain't had enough
I keep saying that it's getting too much
But I know I'm a liar
Feeling all right in the noise and the light
But that's what lights my fire

Hellraiser, In the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, Rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, And I'll make it come true
Hellraiser, I'll put a spell on you

Hellraiser...

In the backstage, Female and Chatterer were still trying to reanimate Butterball.
The first words he said when he woke up were "I THINK I'M IN LOVE."
Female closed her eyes. Well, he'd done worse things.

THE END

Guns N Roses - Think About You
Motörhead - Hellraiser

Well, it's over. This final chapter is a bit weird, but I hope it's also a bit funny. I hope you had fun...and AGAIN, THANK YOU!