Demon Lovers (Pinhead And Chatterer)

Chapter 36

Doctor Channard walked towards the building. He slept well and he was in a good mood.
His suit is new and expensive looking. He walked with a purpose and looked straight ahead, acknowledging only with polite nods, the respectful greetings of various Junior doctors and nurses he passed on his way.
He walks swiftly down the hallway, the same hallway he talked to detective Ronson yesterday. He doesn't stop to see Kirsty or Tiffany, he continues towards the double doors.
He opens them, he steps into another hallway. He enters an elevator and the door slides closed.
The door slides open and he steps out. The hallway isn't decorated. He's in an area where patients are much more disturbed. The rooms are smaller, closer together and there is an observation panel set in each door.
Doctor Channard looks into the first room. A middle aged, overweight woman sits completely motionless in the middle of the floor. She is dressed in a shapeless white robe and is sitting cross-legged. Her head is shaven, her eyes are rolled completely up into the sockets so that only the white shows.
In the second room, a very thin man about thirsty is pressed as tight as he can be into one corner of the room. His hair is long and has a full beard. He is naked but not unadorned, his body and much of his cell wall is smeared in excrement.
In the third room, a man about Doctor Channard's age, stands in the centre of the room. He is of normal build but his head is also shaved. His face, scalp and hands are covered in self-inflicted and amateurish tattoos, all are crosses. He is dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. With both hands he holds a silver crucifix, pointing it in all directions, as if under constant siege by Devils. He mutters prayers and invocations constantly.
In the fourth room, a man in his early twenties restrained in a straight-jacket. He shuffles around on the cell floor, his eyes twitching and flirting from one part of his body to another.
The man is shouting, "GET THEM OFF ME!!!"

Kyle enters the room Kirsty is staying in. She is crying. She is sitting with her legs over the side of the bed with her face in her hands.
He sits next to her and puts his arm around her shoulders to comfort her. He doesn't force her to speak. He lets her let the tears out.
After some time she stops crying and looks up at Kyle.
"I... I had a visitor." She tells him.
"What?"
"Oh, Jesus. I can't explain. It's... It's. I don't know how to help. I have to save him and I don't know how to help!"
"Kirsty, I'm sorry. I don't understand. I..."
"I know. No one can. But I have to save him."
Kyle doesn't know what to say. He stands up from the bed.
"I'll go and get doctor Channard..."
"No...please..." She begs.
Kyle quickly leaves the room. He ignores Kirsty shouting him back.

Grace enters a room in hell. The walls were dark, blood and shit was smeared here and there. A small fireplace is lit, and it's the only light source in the cold room.
The Auditor is sitting behind his small desk, a type writer in front of him. A woman sits opposite him, tied to a chair. Thick long tubes were embedded into her arms and legs. The tubes connect to the typewriter.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" The woman screams at him. Tears streaming down her face, snot running out of her nose.
The Auditor looks up at her and his covered eyes look at Grace, who stands awkwardly at the two. He noticed she looked nervous, she was fiddling with her fingers.
The woman turns her head, she looks relieved to see her.
"Pretty girl. Help me, please. I do no wrong. Please..." She cried.
"Ah, keep telling yourself that." He says seriously.
Grace steps forward and stands beside him. "Can I talk to you please."
He smiles and slowly gets up out of the chair. They both stand in front of the fire, but she doesn't feel the warmth of the fire.
"Is the meeting over?"
"Not yet. Why?"
"I think we have a problem." She whispers to him.
He looks at her in concern. "What's the problem?"
"Frank...he visited Kirsty at the hospital."
The Auditor freezes in place. His covered eyes lock onto hers. "That's impossible, Princess."
Her eyes tell nothing but the truth.
Grace sighs loudly. She pops a cigarette between her lips and the top lights itself.
"Escaping hell is impossible. That's what you all thought. Till frank did it. Believe me, please...he was sitting in the corner of Kirsty's room, all bloody with no skin. He asked her for help. Kirsty believes it's her father, but we all know he's not here. He winked at me with that smirk of his. I know it's him...please help. He can't get out again. Knowing Kirsty, she would find a way to get here, she would accept Frank's help if she believes it's her father."
"I believe you. You will make a good Princess. Better than Angelique." He admits to her.
If Grace could blush, she would be red at a tomato by now.
"You didn't tell Kirsty about her father, did you?"
Grace shook her head. "No."
"This is troubling. We recently discovered her into black magic and necromancy as well. Julia has been far too happy recently. I will ask the twins to pay him a visit."
Grace frowned. "Who?"
"Wire twins. They have....ways to get someone to talk. They do like getting under the skin though."

Kyle reaches the door to the Doctor Channard office. The door was slightly ajar. Even before he reached it, he could hear the doctor's voice. He is on the phone. Kyle pauses when he reaches the door, listening with a confused expression on his face.
"Officer Kucich? Yes, Doctor Channard. You spoke to Detective Ronson? Yes... That's right. The mattress... No, I'll meet you by the side entrance. NO, no, my house. Yes, let me make that clear. The house, NOT the hospital... Yes... Fine, and thank you."
Kyle hears the phone hang-up. He waits a moment and then walks swiftly through the door, speaking.
"Doctor Channard..."

Kirsty felt like she was dreaming. Her voice is slightly a whisper, as if she is still trying to understand herself, the story she is about to tell the people in the room.
"It must have been going on forever...Julia and Frank..."
Kirsty is sitting on the bed. Her eyes dart around the room hoping to see Grace.
Doctor Channard gives Kirsty a confused look. But he puts on a caring doctor's act. "Kirsty...?"
Kirsty looks at him and starts to speak in her normal voice.
"But the part I know about, that must have started with uncle Frank..." She tells them her side of the truth. She wants to tell them Grace's side, but she would look more crazy if she told them she can see Grace.

By the time doctor Channard finished his session with Kirsty, it was late at night. He turns the light on in his office. He was at home, only five minutes away from the hospital by foot.
He pours himself a scotch from the decanter that sits on the writing table and approaches the mattress. He is excited. He slowly walks around the mattress a couple of times, never taking his eyes off it. He walks back to the writing tablet, downs his drink in one gulp and leaves his office. He leaves his house and heads towards the hospital.

Grace watches her father scream in pain. She stood in the dark corner of the room, out of her father's sight. The Auditor stood in front of her, blocking the Vue of what was happening to her father.
She catches a glimpse of one of the Wire Twins walking around, licking its bloody fingers with its long serpents tongue.
"Stop....please...." Frank begged the Wire Twins.
True to their name, the Wire Twins had wires to their appearance. They wore revealing clothing, their stomach held open by wires. They are both bald, but had wires for hair that came out the top of their heads and their eyes are slit by wires. They both had symbols on the sides of their head and their bodies.
The Auditor moved forward and Grace caught a peek at what they were doing. Both twins circled around Frank, their hands slipping out from under the skin of his chest. They smeared blood over his skin, digging their nails into certain parts of his body.
Grace turned away. She didn't need to see that.
"Are you ready to confess, Frank. We have eternity to explore you, so there is no rush. The twins would love to play some more."
The Wire Twins nodded slowly, rubbing their hands over Frank's chest and sinking their hands back into his chest.
Grace could see their hands moving under the skin, the noise sounded like pressing slime into the cup and it made that horrible sound.
Frank screamed when a long, thin nerve was pulled out.
"Fine...I did go to see Kirsty, so what."
The Auditor tilted his head to one side. "Mmm, why?"
"I have unfinished business with the bitch....I want out of here. I want to live again." He shouted in anger.
The Auditor chuckled. "How are you planning to do that? Huh...?"
"I will act like her father." He confessed.
"And how will...Kirsty get you?"
"I will help guide her to the box."
"Huh?" The Auditor chuckled loudly. " Really... Tell me another one."
"Grace..."
The Auditor froze in anger. The twins hissed as one of them pulled at his nerve snapping it. Frank screamed, thrashing in mid-air by hooks and chains.
"I...will...use that... BITCHES blood...if I have...too."
"Really, good luck with that...your daughter is dead, Frank, you killed her."
Frank didn't look so cocky now. The smirk was gone in an instant.
"No! She's alive...I saw her at the hospital." He shouted.
The Auditor looked at the twins. "Sisters...is Grace dead?"
They both nodded their heads, moving close to each other. Their bodies pressed close together as their arms stroked each other's bodies in comfort.
Frank shook his head, pulling at the hooks like a mad man. "She's alive..." He cried, not out of sadness, but in anger. He needed to get out of hell.
"Well...maybe the guilt has finally caught up to you. By killing your only flesh and blood, you are hallucinating seeing her. You are in hell after all."
The Auditor smiles at frank, and he nods towards the twins. They pounce. The auditor leaves the room, pulling Grace in front of him so Frank doesn't see her.
"I'm never going to be free of him."
"You will be. In time. He will be in his own hell, away from the others and you will never see him again."
Grace looked at the auditor. "I'm not going to ask for a promise...it's a waste of time and energy."
The bell tolled. Grace looked down the hallway and into darkness. She turned to face The Auditor but he was no longer there. She sighed, as she felt lonely. She walked down the hallway of hell deep in thought.