Scream For Me!!!

 Intoxicated by shame and self-hatred, Sidney Prescott has fallen deeply in love with the puzzle box's smooth, majestic construction. This box, a symbol of her tormentor's manipulation, has become a conduit for her emotions. Religiously pouring her feelings onto the image of the one who used her, Sidney ignored the unnatural chill that crawls down her spine as a starving darkness consumes the poorly glowing lights of the low-budget apartment. Seduced by an accursed itch touching her skin as the night's chilly air grew with discomfort and encouraged Sidney's hate with a moist chorus. But despite the strength of her desire, Sidney's body was just as weak as any false victorious survivors. Refusing to accept sleep, Sidney could feel her arms begin to weaken as she tearfully wished for the burning embers of her heart's raging fire to fade away, her struggle palpable in the air, her desperation echoing in the silence. 

Cuddling her body into the fetal position, Sidney rests the puzzle box against her heart as the fingers of the night, a metaphor for the creeping darkness and the cold, unsettling feelings it brings, massage the poor girl's spirit into a mysterious and dangerous slumber. But before darkness consumes her, Sidney confesses her sinful desires to our lord and savior like an ashamed child apologizing to their parents after indulging in mischief.

" Father?! I... I..."

Before she could finish, a freezing breeze and shadow pulled the troubled girl deep down into a forbidding slumber to dream such fantasies that even the most sinful soul feared to receive. Time transformed the apartment's faded paintwork into the torn, decayed structure of an abandoned insane asylum. No comfort was present. An unnatural ice of poisonous black eats away at pure light's warmth as the world spirals down into the nothing, like the unholy serpent around the Tree of Life. Planted within this nightmarish realm, legions of hanging spiked chains watch over the shivering shape of Sidney Prescott as her tormented person awaits the dawn to save her.

" Have you missed me, Sidney?!" A familiar voice of malice greets Sidney from the shadows.

Silence returned, but only for the briefest of moments. Then, growing in pitch, the sadistic scraps of razor blades circled around Sidney's vulnerable person. Emerging from the shadows, dressed in a cloak of the blackest night, that twisted specter known as Ghostface stepped forward. Admiring Sidney's tempered beauty with unwanted curiosity and forbidding anticipation, Ghostface tilted his operatic skull to the right. At the same time, an endless amount of cold blood oozed from his eye sockets and deformed mouth. Moving towards the unconscious Sidney, Ghostface mercilessly dragged the girl off the couch as he threw away the mysterious puzzle box with disapproval. Pushing Sidney against the stone floor with little resistance and a flick of a razor-sharp blade, Ghostface readies himself for the satisfaction that comes with revenge.

" Just a moment, handsome!!!" A playful, feminine voice whistled out from the darkness.

Joining Sidney's parasitical companion without any invitation, the ungodly shape of an attractive woman gracefully walks into this realm of horror with an arrogant pull on Sidney's unfinished cigarette. However, unlike Ghostface, whose appearance was straightforward and typical of any false ghoul humanity crafts for Halloween, the woman had a far more disturbingly masochistic look. Modeled after the envious beauty of Medusa, the woman known to the damned and curious as The Dreamer was not of any pure nor natural origin that man or monster could spawn from. Granted, she doesn't possess the physical brutality of Woodsboro's killer, but The Dreamer does take great pleasure in overseeing every ounce of pain by using her silver tongue for the encouragement of destruction that falls or is caused by one's personal misery.

Donning a backless and black leather dress held together with dangerously thin metal wires, with a pair of crimson gloves that did not match the same leather of her dress, The Dreamer gently held the mysterious puzzle box in her hands whilst she used her right index finger to pet its wooden-gold surface

like a spoiled child with their cat.

As the strange woman approached, Sidney could hear the faint chorus of dripping blood crashing musically onto the stone floor. Peeking out from the crack of her left eye, Sidney saw a horrible diamond-shaped laceration that The Dreamer shows off from her pale, cold neck with immense pride. Threatened by this maiden of darkness, Ghostface transforms his pose from offensive to defensive with great disappointment.

" She's quite the fresh harvest, my cheeky simpleton, " The Dreamer taunted at Ghostface with a seductive blow of smoke at his face. 

" Fuck off, bitch!!!" Ghostface snapped back as he positioned his blade around Sidney's throat. A strong sense of confusion grips Sidney's living, beating heart as these two macabre individuals continue their rather unpleasant conversation.

" Yum, you have such spunk for a simple failed human, "the Dreamer compliments with a smile, then inhales a strong hit off her cigarette as she bends down to Sidney's eyes. But I do believe she is no longer your prize. Isn't that right, Ms. Prescott?!"

Refusing to answer, Sidney shut her eyes tightly in a fool's attempt to deny her secret desire for bloodshed and violence. 

Firing out from the darkness, a thunderous snap of a cold finger slaughters the night's silence and bounces off the dark depths of the void's icy tomb. The order had been given. Once, a mischievous child, a sibling of The Dreamer, joins the party. Still showing his childish manners, this demonic figure marched up to his sister's side, forever chattering his deformed teeth like a starving pup. The creature known as The Chatterer was most pleased to receive her affection before crawling towards the helpless shape of Sidney with primal anticipation.

Unsurprisingly, the idea that Sidney belongs to another person fills Ghostface with envious bloodlust. Tightening his grip on the frightened brunette, Ghostface aggressively pressed the knife's point hard against Sidney's cheek, releasing a stream of blood down her pretty face. But the Chatterer was unimpressed by this hollow attempt as a threat. Increasing his chatter across his dry, lipless mouth, The Chatterer oozed an awful-smelling drool on top of Sidney's head.

" Ooh, my boy," The Dreamer giggles with enjoyment," Do make him feel the suffering of kingdoms..."

Another sharp snap was given!!! Abruptly, Sidney fell onto the hard stone floor with a thud, all the while retaining the appearance of an innocent possum as the brutal chorus began. The beginning was simple - a heavy vibration swatted across the frozen, empty realm, and then - Scarp! Slam! Slice! Up and down, the Woodsboro killer's arrogant body fought desperately against the Chatterer's attacks!!! Wound! Stab! Crack! Fresh, warm blood slashed violently upon Sidney as she listened to the hellish chorus of lacerations that The Chatterer carved into her tormentor. Crash! Silence! Without any final words or a scream for mercy, the rebellious nature of Ghostface was no more.

Sucking on his bloodstained hands with such delight, the Chatterer processes to lift Sidney's sheepish appearance from the blood-soaked floor. Positioning the girl back to her original seat.

" Wake up, good-looking," the Dreamer giggles as she plays with Sidney's hair. There's someone who wants to have a word with you."

Be afraid of part two of my crossover between Clive Barker's Hellraiser and Scream, titled Scream For Me!!! Part three will be posted in the final week of October, just before Halloween.

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Hellraiser, Scream, or these characters; this is for fans' entertainment only. All rights to Hellraiser belong to Clive Barker, while the rights to Scream belong to Spyglass Media Group, respectively.