"....Ahhh... the sweet stench of suffering..." Pinhead rumbled staring into the distance of this abyssal chamber located deep within the reaches of hell. The sounds of twisting metal and dying screams pervade the hauntingly empty chasm like phantoms in the blackest nights. Only shadows keep the blackest soul in hell company on this night. The black sillouetted figure stands solemnly in the darkness... waiting for the next traveller into the darker side of humanity. He knows inately he won't need to wait long...

The sounds of mortal flesh upon the intricate designs of the puzzle box ring out in hell like the screams of the banshee. The whispers of desire arouse the senses of Pinhead and he listens to the yearnings of those who wish to know what secrets are concealed inside the box. What secrets are hidden from the eye. The sounds of reality beckoning the cenobite and the conflict of nature as the most potent un-natural force once again walks the earth... if only for a second. Only this night he who opens the box is unwittingly driven by the betrayl of another. One of the cenobite lord's own flock. It takes a mere heartbeat for Pinhead to unlock the secrets of the mind and discover the ulterior purpose amiss. Pinhead smiles, slightly. Chains appear from the shadows slamming into the body of this mortal lifting him into the air and ripping him to shreds, slowly.

Another figure steps from the shadows behind the cenobite lord, Dreamer steps from the shadows into the bluish light. "Deceit and hell go hand in hand like ignorance and arrogance..." Pinhead says before words even cross Dreamers long since dead lips. Blood splatters the room from wounds opened up by the razor backed chains whipping the body of the seek of dark secrets. "Your reign in hell is gonna end this night and I have seen to it!!!" hisses Dreamer. "Revenge is a knife that has carved your place upon the well of souls child!" Pinhead thunders angrily. "I will enjoy watching you die for what you have done to me..." Dreamer screams. Pinhead turns to face Dreamer his black pupils focused so intensly upon her she nearly freezes to death.

"Your betrayl will reap such atrocities of pain in the centuries what you have seen until now will seem a forgotten memory of paradise!!!" Pinhead sepulchurally growls. A chain screams out of the darkness intented for Dreamers throat and tears deeply into its target knocking the cigerette from Dreamers esphogus. It pulls her to her tip toes. Pinhead suddenly looks into the distance. A tentacle like arm slices through the air with a blade protruding the end and splits the chain holding Dreamer in two. From the shadows a sillouette of something that has been all but forgotten, descending from the darkness emerges the Channard cenobite.

"Your position in this operation is terminated!" the twisted dark voice of Channard commands. The vine like tentacle extensions protrude from Channard's out strecthed hands breaking the skin revealing nails, blades, and other nightmarish tools. Pinhead's expression goes from stoic to slightly amused. "I shall enjoy the autopsy of your decimated corpse... Dissecting the ancient tales of terror from your flesh...." A tentacle whips and slices through the blackend leathery garb adorning Pinhead and sinking deeply into his abdominal area. Pinhead never even twitching. Channard though utterly a horrifying sight, with a vien extending from the drilled tool imbedded in his skull, his bluish body scarred horribly dressed in similar dress to pinhead. Exposed wounds and lifted off the ground by that vien which disappears into the blackend unknown, doesn't even usher a trace of expression from Pinhead.

"I have waited...decades for this ..." Pinhead whispers. A rain of tentacles races over Pinhead's body cutting new wounds that is normally leathal to even a demon. Taking his focus off Channard and gazing at the now smiling Dreamer wiping that smile clean off Pinhead wills a chain through the maze of tentacles thrashing violently that hits Dreamer in the head so hard she is knocked several feet back off her feet. She is then pulled off into the blackness screaming. Channard in his vainity pauses for but a second at Dreamers screams. Channard looks back at Pinhead who is smiles. "What?!? What's this? You dare mock my power?" Channard roars angrily.

"I shall teach you the true definition of power.." Pinhead says. "Mere flesh wounds are but a tease to a greater prize..." Chains begin flipping out of the dark and tear the tenacles from the hands of Channard. Chains then wrap Channard's hands and pull the arms from the sockets they were attached to seconds ago. Channard tries to pull away but is no match for the sheer power that is commanded here. A chain carrying a large blade tears through the vien like arm extending from Channard's head slicing it in half. Chains pour into Channard's flesh and pull him from his life line.

"Your potential will be fufilled by at my side in place of the those who betrayed me." Pinhead, while licking his own blood from his finger, growls. Channard bows solemnly in a submissive manner. And a hellish machine appears from the shadows and literally swallows Channard. Then disappears. As Pinhead returns to hell contented with the toying of the mortal who dared open the box, he summons Dreamer, who has been stripped of her cenobitical status. And is nailed to a blacked table with glass and nails. "The tourture you shall endure WILL be legendary child. Even the dead will recoil at the thought of what awaits you now......"