Heart Of Hell (Book One)

Chapter 15

I awoke at 7:35 AM. My eyes were still droopy, and I felt weak. I looked over to the chair that Pinhead sat in the previous night, but he was gone.

"Pinhead?!" I hollered. I swung my legs off of the edge of my bed, my feet hitting the warm carpeted floor. I sped-walked into the living room, but he was nowhere to be seen. 'Where the hell is he?!'

I ran to the guest bedroom in the back of the house. A man sat on the bed, his back facing me. He wore clothing from the 1920's, and the clothing looked like he faught in the first World War, and had brown hair.

"Where is he?!" I asked harshly. He turned around, showing his face.

"Hello." He stood up and approached me.

"Who are you?" I asked softly.

"I'm Captain Elliott Spencer." He said in a British accent. 'Elliott Spencer! That was Pinheads name when he was human!'

"You should know me. I've been helping you in the form of a Cenobite." He said softly.

"Yes. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you." I replied.

"It's ok, my love." He responded calmly, a warm smile on his face.
"Listen, I know something that you don't." He continued. I shot him a confused look.

"You have a special gift that you have possessed ever since you were born."

"What is this....'gift?'" I asked curiously.

"You have three powers that you were mysteriously born with. The doctors were terrified of you. So was your father. He still is. That's why he was always gone. You possess Telekinesis, Immortality, and Magic." He explained. I shook my head in disbelief.

"No, you're joking!" I laughed. He shook his head.

"Give it a try." He insisted. I stretched out my hand.

"Focus on something that you'd like to move with your mind. Think of something that angers you." He whispered. My mother came to mind. My grandfather touching me. My grandmother's passing. The more I thought about those things, the more I wanted to smash something. I focused on a pillow on the bed, but it didn't work. I let my hand fall back to my side.

"Focus more. Let your anger control you for a moment." He commanded.

I stretched my hand out again, and focused on the pillow. I allowed my anger to control me. The thoughts about my mother is what drove me mad. The pillow slowly started to lift into the air.

"Good, you're doing very good." Elliott whispered. "Now, slowly let those thoughts drift away. Stay focused. Start thinking about things that relax you, and make you feel...happy." He continued.

I slowly allowed the thought of my mother to drift away from my mind, never losing focus. The thought of Pinhead came to my mind. I immediately relaxed. I now had full control over the pillow.

"There you go! You've got it!" Elliott whispered excitedly. I allowed the pillow to drop back onto the bed.

"Now, it's time to test another one of my powers." I said. "Immortality." I walked over to the nightstand by the bed, and grabbed a pocket knife out of the top drawer.

"What are you doing, love?" Elliott asked. He had a worried expression on his face.

"Seeing if I really am immortal." I shot back as I plunged the knife into my stomach. Elliott stared at my stomach, fear in his eyes. I looked down at my stomach. Blood gushed out onto my hand and onto the carpeted floor beside my feet.

I started to feel dizzy. The last thing that I saw was Elliott rushing over to me to catch me. Then everything went black...