Scream For Me!!!

 Once more, a forest of unforgiving darkness swallows Sidney Prescott in misery and despair.

Pushing a rather rusty cart in front of its skeletal corpse, a third Cenobite, The Surgeon, approaches Sidney's side; it acknowledges its sibling, The Chatterer, with an unnatural breath fueled by a cruel mechanical mask. With a cracking twist of the wrist, the Surgeon hollowly removes a heavily bloodstained sheet from the cart, revealing a vast collection of nightmarish instruments of torture. Wiggling its thin fingers like an expressionless puppet, the Surgeon contemplates which tool should be used. Motivated by its sister Cenobite's annoyed gesture and Chatterer's obsessive clicks, The Surgeon reluctantly makes a selection. Upholding a razor-sharp steel needle with its right hand, whilst using its left to search over Sidney's neckline, it wasn't long before The Surgeon found the soft-sweet spot it desired. Increasing its ungodly breathing, The Surgeon spins the needle around counterclockwise as it joyously taps the end of its tool. Then, in the flash of an eye, The Surgeon thrust cold metal deep into the faintly warm flesh of Sidney's neck. Awakening from the depths of her throat, Sidney unleashes a blood-curdling scream as her exhausted body is cracked and twisted along the icy stone floor.

Watching this display of violence with such uncomfortable pleasure, The Dreamer leaned her head back and moaned with great joy as Sidney sprawled across the floor in a rather embarrassing manner.

" YES!!! What such strong lunges you've got, gorgeous!!!" The Dreamer gasps as she cruelly pulls out the needle from Sidney's bloody neck.

" Wait!!!" The Voice roars, scaring the Cenobite children away.

Opening her eyes, Sidney finally connected with the mysterious voice, whose appearance poisoned her stomach as he stepped out of the darkness.

Dressed like a twisted religious pastor stuck together of black leather and flesh, the lead Cenobite locks eyes with the bleeding young female that lies before him. Whilst his immature children bow with uncertainty at his tall, lean, pale figure, a sense of awe befalls them as each admires their leader's shamanistic skull, tattooed with a perfectly carved grid of painful pins that dug deeply into his skull.

Moving with cold and hollow authority, the lead Cenobite bent down towards the troubled youth. Gently raising her throbbing head, Sidney gazed into the hollow midnight eyes of an interrogator. Her reddened eyes felt no light or comfort. Sidney wept softly as shame gripped her heart. Her once pure tears are now violated by the accursed blood from the life she filled with ego and hate. How? Sidney wondered how she ever allowed herself to fall down this horrible path.

" I... I... I can't do this..." The weak lie, tired, sneaking out from Sidney's bloody lips.

" Hmm, " The lead Cenobite clears his throat with pride. " As I recall, Miss Prescott, you've never been ready for anything in life."

Sensing another sign of approval, The Surgeon slows its breathing as it upholds a long, rusted, and spiked chain with a devilishly pointy hook. Dropping the chain onto the icy floor, the Surgeon drags its two feet away from the frightened shape of its victim, only to swiftly lock its hollow glass sockets on Sidney's back while turning its tool and wrist effortlessly; it waits for only a moment. Then, the Cenobite strikes hard and fast at Sidney's shivering back.

Feeling this thunderous blow, Sidney gasps as the hook stabs deep into her left kidney. Singing a hellish cry, Sidney shot forward into anguish - but she didn't land on the floor. Instead, she fell into the false embrace of the lead Cenobite, a visual of a lost child foolishly accepting a false ideal as a loving father for mercy. Ironically, there was no such element within the unbeating heart of this dark being. Retracting the tool with a cruel tug, the Surgeon received a small treat to enjoy as it sucks on the bloody edge of the hook.

" Now, my darling child," The lead Cenobite sighs as he grips Sidney's hair tightly. " Why must you insist on wasting your precious life by pretending to be righteous?"

Sidney shook her head as her breath fell. Helping the exhausted lady to her shaking feet, the lead Cenobite guided Sidney to a heavily rusted bench, with a false compassionate arm resting along her freezing shoulders. Glaring at his deformed children, the lead Cenobite reminded them who was in command as he unemotionally pressed Sidney's heavy head against his person.

" Look into my eyes, my darling girl," The lead Cenobite whispers as he rubs Sidney's soft black hair.

" I ... ah...I," Sidney struggles to reply as her eyes drown in a sea of sorrowful tears.

Enjoying this display of misery, the Chatterer clicked its disgusting teeth with devilish glee, while the Dreamer smiled with pride. She knew Sidney was trying to play innocent as she slowly turned toward the Surgeon, her eyes playful, an overwhelming desire for mischief gripping her hollow heart. 

" Ha!!! You still think you're a part of God's embrace?!" The Dreamer taunts sharply as she accepts a taste of the Surgeon's rewards with hungry lips.

" Silence!!!" the lead Cenobite firmly corrects as he caresses Sidney's damp hair. " If she were one with innocence, she would not have allowed envy to consume that pretty little cousin."

Not knowing how to comply, lonely little Sidney attempts to flee - but, predicting the girl's stubbornness, the lead Cenobite sighs with acceptance. Gracefully removing one of the pins from his skull, the lead Cenobite thrusts the pin deeply into Sidney's right cheek. Feeling the sharp breath fly from her body, Sidney winced as the dark guides her into the hell realm that has become a fellow survivor's eternal prison; she saw it all like a newly born infant awakening into God's sacred earth.

Screaming and begging for mercy or death, the cold corpse of her cousin, Jill, was cruelly nailed to poorly shaped rock, all the while, spiked chains that match the wicked tool of the Surgeon, stab and pull Kirby apart; only to be wrongly resurrected in seconds to experience this hell all over again.

With a finely hot, burning session jerking her back into her own nightmare, Sidney rejects the hatred that poisons her soul. Guilt and shame slowly fade from her heart, and a painful transformation into rage. Forcefully pushing away from the lead Cenobite, Sidney rose to her feet and ran - only to be grabbed by the Chatterer's moist, skeletal hand as he threw her back at his master.

" Tee Hee, I believe you've struck a nerve," the venomous tease spat out of the Dreamer's icy lips," Poor pretty Sidney never can handle the truth. Please, Master, can I give her something special?"

Ignoring the Dreamer's continued taunts with disapproval, the lead Cenobite keeps his black-soulless eyes upon Sidney's shivering figure before making an offer to the girl with cold spite.

" Hmm, you've got spirit, child," the lead Cenobite states with pride. " I present you with an offer of choice. Regardless of whether you like it or not..."

Unsurprisingly, the Dreamer's easily jealous hourglass figure didn't like being excluded from the conversation. Tossing the puzzle box back at Sam as she walked over to the Surgeon, pressing her oily body lustfully against her fellow Cenobite, crossing her smooth, hairless legs as she sucked the bloody tip of her blade.

" Now, my sweet Sidney," the lead Cenobite continues as he holds the mysterious puzzle box that seduced Miss Prescott. Are you ready for such glorious sights?!"

With that final word, the Chatterer giggles childishly as he tightens his grip on Sidney's throat. Then, the Cenobite aggressively threw Sidney backward. Crashing hard against the stone floor, Sidney painfully broke through and splashed down into the dark depths of the dead. Drowning rapidly deeper as gallons of liquid brutally invade Sidney's mouth, lungs, and nostrils, suffocation quickly had its way with her senses. Fading back into our realm of the lying living.

Hours pass before the unbiased gears of time reset Sidney Prescott's conscious mind.

Slowly opening her eyes, Sidney was greeted by the icy static light from her TV - a shade of sickly grey with the reminiscent of a long-buried corpse, no warmth nor comfort for any soul that gazed at its poisonous orb. Cleaning off the collected amount of sweat from her forehead, Sidney wasn't surprised to find herself back on the thin comfort of her couch.

Shaking off the cushions that stuck to her person like flies on rotten flesh, Sidney's body twitched with a vile, itchy sensation. Throwing the puzzle box onto the hard wooden floor, Sidney rose with a heavy head as she dragged her exhausted figure into the bathroom.

Embracing the cold, crisp splashes of water that strike her face, slowly granting her senses clarity, Sidney gazes back at her reflection in the mirror. She sheds a single tear of blood that rolls sharply over her cheek. Sidney Prescott whispers one final statement...

" Christ, Forgive Me?!"

Embrace the final part of my crossover between Hellraiser and Scream, titled Scream For Me!!!

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