A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 15: Nightmare #2

The sound of trees rattling had caused me to turn over and awaken. My eyes were open and the first thing I saw was smoke. Then the smell hit my nostrils. I gasped and quickly shot up. Looking around, I saw that I wasn't in my bed or in any other room that was apart of my home. I was outside. I looked up towards the night sky and then looked back at the smoke. I sigh in relief. The smoke was coming from the bonfire.
Question was, how did I get out here? Where was my dad and everybody else? And why was their a fire lit, but nobody wasn't attending to it? So many questioned filled my head and it gave me a headache. I sighed and pulled myself up. I wiped the dirt and crumble of dead grass and leaves off my pants. I looked around and saw the one side of me was surrounded by trees while the other half lead back to the house. I smiled as I saw the house and thought of home. I started walking off towards the house, ignoring the cool air that sent shivers down my spine. I crossed my arms over my chest as I walked and wondered if Aunt Esther or my dad was inside getting something and ready to come back out to get me.
I walked up the steps of the back porch and walked up towards the door. I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. Inside the house was pitch black. I reached my hand over towards the wall and turned the switch. The lights came on and I smiled. But soon, my smile quickly faded away as I saw that the inside was different and then it occurred to me that this wasn't my house. I walked inside and somehow the door closed shut by itself. I looked back and cocked my eyebrow.
'Maybe the wind had shut it', I thought.
I shrugged it off and continued walking around. The room I first enter was the kitchen, but it wasn't a kitchen for too long. In fact, the house wasn't much of a house. The walls were either torn or burned down. The furniture was ripped or ruined and doors were flat down on the floor. The floors were covered in dirt, dust and ash. I wondered what happened here. Is this wasn't my house, then who's was it?
I walked into what I assume was the living room. Some of the furniture was missing like the TV, bookcase, and coffee table. All that there was left was the couch and two recliners that were torn and ripped apart. I sighed and then, something shiny caught my eye. There, in the middle of the floor was a box. Shivers went down my spine as it looked like someone had just put it there for me to find. It wasn't covered in ash or dust like everything else was. It looked as if it was brad new. I walked over to it and picked it up. It had pretty gold designs marked all over it and then something caught my eye. Sticking out of the crease edge of the box was small piece of paper. I opened it and read: 'Lament Configuration'.
I cocked my eyebrow. Lament Configuration? What was that? What did that even mean? I threw the piece of paper on the floor. I walked over to the ripped couch and sat down on it. I starred at the box in my hand and ran my fingers over the designs. It was so pretty and I began to wonder if it even opened. I went back to the crease I found the slip of paper and tried to turn it. Surprisingly, it worked. I twisted it, turned it and other stuff. I smiled and continued playing with the box until something lit up. A circle on the box glow and I ran my finger over the circle. If I knew then, what I known now, I would of never had messed with the box in the first place because before I knew it, chains shot out. I quickly dropped the box and went to stand back until the chains shot over towards me. I didn't know there was hooks attached to the ends until I felt one go through the skin on my arm and pulled me down on the floor.
I let out a scream of pain and watched in horror as part of the box lifted up on its own and then turned and went back to down to fit together with the other parts. The box was now one and I gasped. I let out another terrifying scream as I heard something waking down the stairs. Someone or something was in the house and I couldn't run, I couldn't escape, I couldn't do anything. The hook pulled against my skin, begging to pull my flesh apart. Tears formed in my eyes and I let out a whimper as I felt something poking my shoulder. I looked over and came face to face with the most scariest and gruesome creature I ever saw. I screamed. The creature was pale white and what surprised me was that he had only half a body. He only had the upper half of his body and that was it. He had sharp pointy teeth and they moved in chattering motion.
I quickly turned away from the creature and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that this was only a dream. The sound of the creature's teeth chattering echoed through my ears as he ran his hand down my arm. He then pulled his arm away and must of crawled somewhere else as I heard the chattering begin to fade away. My tears were burning my eyes as I tried to look through the darkness of the house. Just then, the sound of chattering started to pick up again and I let out cry. I hoped that the creature wasn't to come back towards me, but I knew he was and it just so happened that the chattering creature wasn't alone; I saw a tall figure stand beside him. I couldn't see his face, but he had the body of a man and he wore a long black, silky robe-like costume. The skin on his hands were pale white also just like the chattering creature and it made me wonder if he was like the chattering creature.
I let out another cry as I felt the hook pulling harder at my skin. I felt blood rushing out my arm and onto the floor. It must of been a lot as I felt the warm blood glide under me and wet my shirt.
"A little girl.", I heard someone say. It sounded like a man, only more demonic. I gulped as the voice came from the tall, black robe man. I still couldn't' see his face, but his voice sounded so familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew I met this guy before. His costume was beginning to look familiar too. Just then, as the moonlight rose up and shined on the tall man's face, I found out who the man was. It was Uncle Pinhead. The pins in his head were glistening in the moonlight and made his face look shiny. Just then, another man with matching pale white skin stood next to Uncle Pinhead. He was a little chubby and a big bald head. He wore shades and liquid was drizzling out his mouth.
"A kid opened the box?", the chubby man asked. "But how?"
"Doesn't matter.", Uncle Pinhead said, crossing his hands behind his back. "She opened the Lament Configuration and she will surely die under no circumstances."
I gasped. "What?", I nearly yelled. "Uncle Pinhead it's me! Your niece Ashley. Ashley Voorhees!"
Uncle Pinhead starred at me in confusment. The chubby one even looked confused even though he had shades on and the creature that was on the floor must of been confused also as he stopped chattering his teeth. I didn't know if it was something I said, but I wondered why Uncle Pinhead was confused.
"You know the kid?", the chubby one tried to whisper to Uncle Pinhead even though I heard him.
Uncle Pinhead turned to him quickly and turned back to me. He shook his head. "Not that I remember. What boggles my mind is, how did she know my name?"
I sighed and spoke up. "Uncle Pinhead it's me! Ashley? Remember? We were suppose to have a family meeting, but you had left too soon because you had to do something and Uncle Michael had tucked me in and...hey! Uncle Michael told me to ask you what it was that you do and..."
Before I could speak any further, I felt a sharp pain shot through my lips. I tried to look down, but couldn't. I could feel the hook ready to pull my lips off and I tried to let out a scream, but fail. My lips were 'hooked' shut, making it impossible for me to speak. My tears were streaming down my face and dripped off my chin. Then, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw what looked like a woman; well, she had the face of a woman. She had no hair and her eyes were a bright red along with her lips and her costume.
"What's taking so long?", she asked Uncle Pinhead. "Leviathan expected you to be back a few minutes ago."
Uncle Pinhead didn't reply back to her, nor did he even look at her. He was starring at me instead. Then, unexpectedly, he walked over to me and with one swift of his hand, the hook disappeared from my lips, but the pain didn't. I felt my lips began to bleed also and I now let out a cry. Uncle Pinhead bent down on his knees so that he was closer to face me.
"Poor child, opened the Lament Configuration and is now going to suffer an eternal death.", Uncle Pinhead sighed.
I gasped and moved away. I yanked the hook out of my arm and backed up against the couch. I pulled my knees to my chest and continued to sob as I heard the woman in the background yelling at Uncle Pinhead. I couldn't understand one thing though; why didn't Uncle Pinhead recognize or remember me? And who in the heck was all of these 'people'?
"Pinhead, if your not going to kill the child, I will!", the woman snapped. I saw her walking over towards me and I let out a scream. Uncle Pinhead moved his arm out in front of her to block her from taking another step towards me. Uncle Pinhead turned to me and said, "I'll finish her, but first, I want to find out some information from this child. Surprisingly, she knows my name and no other human being has known it before, before they die and become a cenobite."
'A Cenobite?', I thought in my mind. 'What was a Cenobite?'. Just then, I remembered Uncle Pinhead telling me he could read thoughts. A smile came to my mind and I pictured out loud as I could and thought of Uncle Pinhead, my family and me all going to New York to live our life. I pictured all of us living a happy life and sitting at the dining room table, talking about all kinds of stuff.
Uncle Pinhead must of heard my thoughts as his face expression went bewildered. I smiled and hoped that he remembered. Then I thought out loud to Uncle Pinhead, saying that I know that he can read my thoughts. He must of heard my thoughts and then began to step back to the chubby guy.
"Butterball?", Uncle Pinhead called to him.
The chubby man I assume who was butterball replied with an "Yes?"
"You, Chatterer and Angelique get back to the quarters; I'll be back soon.", Uncle Pinhead replied.
The woman who I assume was Angelique, gasped and went to fuss until Chatterer snarled at her and Angelique sighed and walked away. Butterball followed behind them and before I knew it, they were gone. I turned to Uncle Pinhead who was starring down at me. I smiled.
"Hey Uncle-"
"What's your name child?", he asked, cutting me off.
I gave him a questioning look. "Ashley.", I replied.
He nodded with a 'hmm'. "Tell me child, how is it that you know my name and that you know very little of my powers?"
I sighed. Darn it, even my flashback didn't bring him back to remembering me. "Uncle Pinhead, it's me. I'm your niece Ashley. Well, supposedly your adopted niece. My dad who is Jason Voorhees, better known at the killer of Camp Crystal Lake had took care of me when I had no one else left in the world. My dad told me that my mom and dad had left me to die out in the woods and that was when he found me and took me in. He also told me that, he met you and the others a couples weeks later after my existence and told you all that he was going to keep and raise me up to be a killer like you all. And when my dad told you all that, he said that you all took a blood oath to help out and raise me to be a killer also. And-"
"Stop right there.", Uncle Pinhead warned.
I stood quiet.
"Now, I don't know who you are, or how you found the Lament Configuration, but either way, I'm gonna-"
"Kill me?", I finished for him.
Uncle Pinhead stood still for a moment and replaced his hands back behind him.
I sighed. "But Uncle Pinhead, I'm-"
"I'm NOT your uncle!", Uncle Pinhead nearly yelled.
I was taken back and then slowly stood to my feet. There was no point in thinking out loud and picturing in my mind of him, me, and the others all together. If he didn't remember me, then he sure wouldn't remember the others. I give up. Then, I remember back to when Uncle Michael when he tucked me in and told me about Uncle Pinhead. If I wanted to know anything about him, I had to ask him. Great.
"Alright.", I said, breaking the silence between us.
I must of been so deep in thoughts because I was now sitting on a table with Uncle Pinhead directly in front of me. I didn't felt myself move or being picked up. Nor did I see any of this happening.
"Alright what?", Uncle Pinhead questioned.
"If your going to kill me, at least let me ask you some questions first. Fair trade?", I smiled.
Uncle Pinhead starred down at me in what looked like disgust. His lips curled into a snarl and he looked like he was ready to murder me any minute. His face seemed to relax though as he most of thought of a fair trade: I get information from him, he gets to kill me. Fair trade alright, I must say.
"Depends on what kind of questions you have.", Uncle Pinhead replied.
"There questions about you.", I smiled.
Uncle Pinhead sighed and said, "What is it possibly that you want to know about?"
"Well for starters, your name is Pinhead and you can read minds and from what I saw and felt, you kill people by hooked chains...am I correct?"
I know what I said, didn't make sense, but I couldn't think of any other way to ask.
Uncle Pinhead's face went from relax to anger. "Speaking of such, how did you know all of this anyway? You seem to know me, but I don't know you. It should be the other way around honestly."
"Well actually Uncle Pinhead, this is probably the first conversation we had of getting to know each other. Back at home, we never really spoken to each other that much. All you ever cared about was asking questions on how to train me and who was going to train me and such.", I snapped.
"Train you for what?"
"To be a killer just like you and the others.", I replied.
"Others?", Uncle Pinhead asked questioningly.
I nodded. I wanted to tell him that he was my Uncle and he was part of a big family of killers, but what was the point? He wasn't going to believe me anyway. If he didn't believe that I was his niece, then what makes you think that he was going to believe that he was my Uncle and family.
"Alright, one more question and then we can get down to business.", I smirked.
Uncle Pinhead smiled a cocky smile and nodded in approval, waiting for me to talk.
"If your not human like me, are you immortal or what?", I asked.
"I'm a Cenobite to answer your question. In other word's, I'm the Hell God's, favorite son.", Uncle Pinhead said that with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes at his cockiness and moved my foot up on his chest and pushed him back. He stumbled a few steps back and gave me a dirty look. I rolled my eyes and waited for him to make his move to kill me. He seemed to take his time wisely and slowly as he seemed to be waiting for the perfect moment to struck me.
"Ashley?", Uncle Pinhead asked.
I looked up at him and saw him pointing his finger, motioning that something was behind me. I cocked my eyebrow and looked back behind me, but nothing wasn't there.
"There ain't...", before I got the full sentence out, I turned back to Uncle Pinhead and when I did, I saw a glimpse of his hand slash across my face. I let out a scream and saw nothing. I mean nothing. Pain shot throughout my entire body. I brought my hand up to my face as I cried out and tried to cover my face to help stop the pain and bleeding. It didn't work of course, but something else caught my attention. When I felt for my eyes, I felt nothing, but two big holes sucked in my skull. I gasped. No wonder why I couldn't see. Uncle Pinhead had slashed out my eyes! I felt the blood pouring from my face and onto my hand and everywhere else. Just then, another pain shot through me, only this pain was never ending. The pain was coming through my heart. Even though I couldn't see, I still had my hands and I moved my hands down to my chest where my heart was. Something cold, metal and sharp was sticking out of my chest. It felt familiar. It felt the edge blade of my dad's machete.
I wanted to scream, but felt to weak. It felt like my life was draining from me. I fell off the table and landed on the floor hard. I was coughing. I was rolling on the floor, whimpering, and groaning in pain. Then the sound of evil laughter was heard. It sounded like more than one person though. I heard Uncle Pinhead and maybe Uncle Freddy also? Then I felt cold breath breathing on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
"Ashley...welcome, to hell."