The Cenobite Warrior

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my OC characters. Any other characters, items or story written in this fic belong to their creators. I would do a list, but that would take up the whole fic.

Note: So here we go; the first chapter of a long and hopefully for all of you fun and enjoyable story. As the story goes on, see how many villains you'll know; the first chapter will reveal two very familiar faces in horror fiction. Also, I would like to thank fellow fanfic writer and friend laura101 and her story The Monsters' Club for inspiring me and giving me the idea to write my own horror/comedy adventure, this fic is dedicated to her. And she has been feeling a bit poorly lately, so I hope that this fic can help cheer her up. Oh, and one other thing...HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAURA!

Chapter 1: Eat, Drink and be Slaughtered.

You know the drill with horror films; you have the tragic back-story where some kid or lonely person witnesses a horrifying even that gives him the right to wake up one morning and think 'Hey, I'm gonna kill some kids I don't know and have never met before'. Flash forward a few years to some hormonally charged teens played by actors in their late 20s, and a sophisticated book-nerd girl who move to some camp or abandoned house that they've been warned not to go to. And after the teens do drugs, drink and have a little of the sex (or sometime during it), they get hacked off one by one by said killer, until the very end; where the shy final girl miraculously transforms into ass-kicking heroine and kills the killer...only to find out he's not really dead.

Yep, Slasher films are classic fun films...or they would be if they existed in this world; in this world...our lives are the horror film. Just imagine this; every slasher villain you can think of, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Chucky, and many more alive and killing all around the world. The government have done everything they can; but nothing seems to stop them, chaos in every city in the world. No matter how the people have listened to the rules of surviving a horror film, they always break one rule and SLASH! They're dead.

It seems as if nothing can stop these titans of terror, and save our world. Unless there is that one person, just one, who has the power to make a difference. A person that will stop at nothing to help his fellow man...and woman. The bravest of us all, where is that person?

''ZZZZZZZZZ'' 16 year old Buster Daniels snored loud enough to wake the dead; which is how his uncle Ferdinand went, but he couldn't really help it. A late night of playing video games with his best friend Zeke Richardson...who was asleep on the floor in his room. Buster turned slightly so now he was on his back; but that just made his snoring even louder. Zeke was completely oblivious to the echoing noise, and soon he joined the snoring band, as if they were trying to show each other in their sleep who had the loudest, the whole room was almost shaking under the tremors.

From the bedroom door; a 19 year old version of Buster burst into the room, with a pair of earmuffs on his head and an expression of pure anger and frustration. The person was none other than Simon Daniels, Buster's older brother.

''BUSTER...ZEKE!'' He yelled at the top of his voice; Buster shrieked and rolled off his bed, right on top of Zeke. Zeke screamed and grabbed his pillow ''It's the invasion of the pod people!'' He yelled as he began pounding Buster with his pillow, not even checking to see who he was hitting.

''Zeke...ow...it's...ow...me...ow...Buster!'' Buster got out between pillow hits; Zeke stopped and turned to see Buster now covered in pillow feathers. Buster blew them and rubbed them off his face the best he could; this comedic scene however didn't help Simon's mood.

''You two have been snoring constantly for nine whole hours!''

''Nine hours? What time is it?'' Buster asked.

''The bus for your school will be here in twenty minutes; now please get ready for it, so I can finally have some peace from you two!''

''Simon you shouldn't shout, people are trying to sleep'' Zeke said; Simon sighed in frustration, but doesn't want to continue with this and leaves the room, slamming th door behind him.

Zeke turns to Buster ''You know, I'm getting the feeling that Simon doesn't like us''.

Buster laughs at this notion ''Are you kidding we're his best friend'' He says, and then spits another feather out of his mouth. Little did he know that his older brother did in fact hate them; yet no matter what he says, Buster and Zeke turn his comments around believing them to be complements of some kind. And despite Simon having no compassion for anyone, or commitment to anything, Buster looks up to him as an inspiration to be a 'better person'.

But that was Buster for you; always seeing the good in people, not really knowing about the bad in them. A very optimistic and enthusiastic 16 year old that acts like someone half his age; full of curiosity and good will...sometimes too much of it. And then there's his best friend Zeke; to Buster, he's the smartest person in the world behind Simon. Just a shame that Zeke is everything but close to smart; failing school...before he even started, how no one knows. He's only in school because he manages to sneak in.

The two were ready and packed for school, with still a whole ten minutes to spare...how should they spend it?

''Hey Simon, hey Simon, hey Simon, hey Simon, hey Simon, hey...''

''What!'' Simon screamed to Buster who was sat next to him on the sofa.

''Can you turn the volume down a bit, please'' He asked innocently.

Simon does so; but now Zeke who was sitting next to him wasn't too happy ''Hey Simon, why did you turn it down I can hardly hear it?''

''Okay, look you two. Weekdays, its Simon's TV time, got it?'' The two nodded their heads, but still sat on the sofa staring at the screen not caring what kind of drama show Simon was watching. It's Simon's lifelong dream to become a stage actor sensation; he has the confidence, just a shame it's over-confidence. No one has actually seen him dance; he either gets into fights with the other contestants or the judges, one time he didn't but the show was cancelled anyway because one of the judges fell asleep listening to his speech.

''So, what's this for Simon, homework?'' Buster asked.

''Please, these simpletons? I have more talent in my pinkie toe then all those boobs have put together!''

''Yeah, just a shame you cut off your pinkie toe''.

''Yeah, and I have you to thank for that!'' Simon shouted at Buster, while rubbing his right foot.

''Don't worry Simon, I learnt my lesson, never run with scissors''.

Next thing Buster and Zeke know; they've been thrown outside by Simon who slams the door shut behind them. Not complaining, thinking Simon wants them to get to school early, the two start walking down the street. Buster's mind starts to trail off, imagining seeing Simon on performing on stage; but then Buster begins to think of something else.

''Hey Zeke''.

''Yeah, buddy''.

Buster spits out another pillow feather before continuing ''I've just realised something; Simon's got his whole future planned, he's had it planned since he was our age. Everyone in school knows what they want to do when they finish school...except us. We haven't really deciding what we should do for a living''.

''Buster, there are some things more important in life than to graduate from college, get good grades, have a high-paying job and create something that can change the world for the better''.

''Really? What are they?''

''I don't know, no one have ever found them yet'' Zeke simply answers, and not the answer Buster was looking for. He knows he has the talent to be somebody; he was good at sport, whenever the teams pick the players, he was always saved for last. He was good at video games; he once nearly won on 'Mario Kart Double Dash'. He knows he has the talent, but he wants something that he can enjoy, but also something no one has ever really done, but what is it?

School was the same old, same old. The teachers yammering on, with the students' not really paying attention. The students going about their business, not realising that another three students couldn't come in today because they fell victim to some slasher villain...well, one person noticed.

''That's it Zeke!'' Buster yelled enthusiastically at Zeke, making him almost jump out of his seat ''We can become like Slasher Hunters or something!''

''A whoser what?''

Buster was about to continue, but he spits out another feather ''How many did I swallow?'' He mutters to himself before turning back to Zeke ''Anyway, look around everyday a student never comes in because they've either been killed or gone to a mental hospital...why?''

''Listened to Justin Bieber?'' Zeke guessed.

''No, slasher villains. You know, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, all of them. They've been killing teenagers for years, why hasn't anyone tried to fight back?''

''Maybe because it's impossible?''

''It's not impossible!''

''You said that for when we tried to prove we could fly'' Zeke pointed out.

Buster gets really frustrated knowing about his failed attempt to fly ''I hovered, I swear I hovered for just a second''.

''Well even if we could hunt these Slasher villains, how can we do it when others can't?''

''Because, we know the rules''.

''Always wash your hands before eating'' Zeke yelled holding up his greasy, spotty, muddy hands.

''Well yes that is important. But I'm talking about never taking drugs or having sex, never saying 'I'll be right back' or 'who's there' all those rules'' And then Buster stands on the table ''I make a vow this day; a vow that you and I will save the world of this awful slasher nightmare!''

And then another voice calls out ''Are you dancing? This I've gotta see!''

Buster turns to see two girls walk over to his and Zeke's table; the one in front that spoke was brunette, with a white shirt and jeans. She was Lindsey Simpson, the smartest and most beautiful girl in the world...well, according to Buster. And standing behind her was the other girl; almost the opposite of Lindsey, cute looking, but severely lacking in confidence or social skills...her name was Carrie White.

''Hi, Lindsey'' Buster stuttered as he tried to step down off the table and onto his seat, only to miss both and collapse on the ground ''Ow''.

''Are you okay?'' Lindsey asked trying not to laugh.

''Wait, do it again I wasn't looking!'' Zeke called out.

The others just ignore him as Lindsey helps Buster up; the four here have been good friends for years, but as Buster has gotten older, he's felt more and more attracted to Lindsey...and little did he know she was the same for him. She was one of the most popular in the school; but always gets stick from her 'friends' for hanging around with Buster and Zeke, but she didn't care. She liked them for their silliness and enthusiasm.

''So what were you two talking about?'' Lindsey asks them both.

''Oh, nothing much just talking. In fact, I've forgotten'' Buster answered her, it wouldn't be the best idea to tell Lindsey of his plans, he didn't really want her getting mixed up in all of this.

Zeke not really getting Buster's message added ''But wait, I thought we were talking about hunting down...''

''Good food!'' Buster shouted and covered Zeke's mouth with his hand ''I mean, what is up with this school's food, it's like eating rubber cheese''.

Lindsey laughed at Buster's joke, unaware of Zeke's mumbling through Buster's hand...but it was actually a sign that Buster was chocking him.

''Oh sorry buddy'' Buster moved his hand away, and watched Zeke's face turn from purple back to its normal shade. Lindsey and Carrie were no dummies; they knew the two were up to something. But of course Lindsey lost interest when a familiar smell filled her nostrils. The smell that drives her mad with greed and desire...

''Is that a twenty?'' She whispers, turning around and seeing a twenty dollar bill under one of the cafeteria tables. She dives under the table, knocking students out of their chairs and sending food flying. Lindsey actually came from a rich background; her parents owned a mining company. But it was probably because of that richness that made her a 'cheapy-creepy' as others call her. The cheapy because she likes to squeeze every penny, and the creepy because she hangs around and is best friends with Carrie.

Carrie was on the opposite end of where Lindsey was; she wasn't rich, nor brave, nor anything like her. Carrie's mother was very religious; she won't let her make many friends, let her go out for parties, and she wasn't the happy cheerful mother that gives you cookies or a good-night kiss. Lindsey is the only person Carrie ever has a proper conversation with; even Buster and Zeke she barely talks to.

As the chaos ensued with Lindsey trying to catch the twenty dollar bill; Buster and Zeke sneak out of the cafeteria ''Zeke, we can't tell anyone about our plans!''.

''Why?''

''Do you know what kind of worry will would give our friends? Can you imagine how Simon would feel if we might never come back?''

''Never come back?'' Zeke looked the worried one now ''What do you mean?''

''We will match into battle after battle, never knowing we may make it out alive...or sane. But don't worry, I believe we can; and once all the big bads are gone then we can tell everyone''.

The school day went on without much really happening; Buster and Zeke kept talking about ordinary things like upcoming movies and games much to the annoyance of the other students. All Buster could think about was saving the world one baddie at a time; he and Zeke would be heroes...and then his mind shifted to Lindsey. How proud she would be of him; maybe this was Buster's chance. He was never shy around Lindsey; he just always wanted the right moment to ask her out, believing that a one in a million person like her deserves a great way to start a relationship.

After school; the four went their separate ways, first Zeke...although it took a while as he couldn't remember the difference between his mum and dad. Then Carrie; Lindsey and Buster hide behind the bushes on the other side of the street to avoid being seen by Mrs. White. They were undetected as Carrie went in and closed the front door; leaving Buster and Lindsey to walk down the street. The setting sun gave the street an unreal feel; with it mixing the colours of the environment.

''So, what were you and Zeke really talking about?'' Lindsey asked as she stared at her twenty dollar bill.

''Oh, just...the usual''.

Lindsey didn't believe him; but Buster was a stubborn one, he wasn't going to tell her. If the subject was important he would have told her Lindsey thought; Buster was thinking non-stop of the subject, he knows he has what it takes, he was going to save millions of lives...but then he thought of something else, a name. He and Zeke need cool nicknames, or like superhero names.

''Hey Buster...'' Lindsey said bringing him back to reality.

''Yeah''.

''Well, have you got your future planned?''

Buster was taken back a bit by this question, he suspected that Lindsey might be a mind-reader...but she's already proven to him before she's not. Oh boy, how does he answer this? ''Um...sort of...more like a part time job, until I get a proper one. Why do you ask?''

''Cause it must seem nice; not having your parents choose your job for you'' Buster knew that Lindsey often found her parent's mining business a bit boring, and she has often said how she doesn't really think she's up to the task.

''Lindsey, I'm certain you're up to mining...''

Lindsey cut him off ''Its not that I'm bad at it, it's just I want to do something I can enjoy''

Buster thought for a second trying to remember Lindsey's talents ''Well, you are quite the rodeo. Remember, you rode everything from bulls, elephants, lions, tigers, sharks, pandas, koalas...''

''I know, but just something I can be remembered by. Like your Uncle Ferdinand, he started off selling water-melons, then he managed to stick an entire one up his nose, and he became world famous''.

''Yeah, and then I tried as well with a coconut, but it got stuck and you guys had to try to make me sneeze it out'' Buster laughed, and Lindsey laughed with him. Buster loved to help out Lindsey whenever she was down in the dumps; it didn't matter who it was, all Buster does is try to cheer people up...even if they back-fire disastrously.

After a moment, Buster spoke again ''You know, you're the most capable person I know. You can do anything if you put your mind to it, you're too great of a person to amount to nothing''.

Lindsey blushed a little and looking around realised...''Oh, my house is back there. Well, I guess see you tomorrow''.

''Yeah, bye!'' Buster waved as Lindsey stumbled back to her house, trying to stop her face from getting any redder. Buster was completely unaware of how much Lindsey cared for him. Lindsey's helped him through some tough times, like when he got a really bad cold she stuck by his side...except for the odd times she saw a penny roll across the ground. She even helped Buster learn to read and write when he had dyslexia; he owed it to her to make her feel special because that's the person she was to him.

Soon, dusk turned to night time; Buster was alone walking down the street. But he was unafraid, not really realising how late it was as he played with his lucky tennis ball. In order to hunt down slasher villains, he needs to work out a bit more. He was fit and healthy, but wasn't very muscular, not to mention short. And then there was a diet he would have to take, no pizza for however long it may take...no skip the diet.

Then Buster's phone started ringing, the phone read unknown caller, but he answered anyway ''Hello?''

''Hello there!'' The voice on the other side said a voice Buster didn't recognise.

''Who is this?''

''No one special, want to have a little fun?''

''Sure!'' Buster replied enthusiastically.

''Do you like scary movies?'' The voice chuckled.

''No'' Buster answered, and the voice didn't reply for a while.

''None at all?''

''No''.

Again, the voice was quite, Buster thought he might of offended the guy so decided to try to keep the conversation going unaware of how he shouldn't be talking to a stranger ''But...there really isn't any point with there being real killers''.

''Oh yeah that's right, tell me have you ever met a real life killer?''

''Well not yet, but I'm planning to become a slasher hunter so I might meet one soon!''

''A slasher hunter, really? Would you like to see a slasher villain right now?''

''Yeah!''

The voice didn't reply; Buster walked around a bit thinking he lost connection but there was still no reply. Then it felt like there was a shadow or something moving around him; Buster tried to follow the shadow but it was too fast he couldn't get a good view of the shadow. The wind picked up speed; the trees whipped and swished with the wind, and the leaves flew all over. Buster was starting to feel that little tingle of fear go up his spine; he almost forgot he still had his phone against his ear.

''Turn around'' The voice said. Buster did so; and standing in the middle of the street was a figure wearing a dark cloak and had like a white mask of someone screaming. Buster knew who this guy was...Ghostface.

Buster whispered into his phone ''Hey man, you're not going to believe this, but Ghostface is standing right in front of me''.

''I am Ghostface you idiot!'' He shouted into the phone; Buster didn't comment on the little curse but on whether the caller was telling the truth.

''Prove it, stand on one leg'' Buster whispered into the phone; and then watched as Ghostface lifted a foot from the ground.

''I don't know...wave hello'' Ghostface did as he said waving at him, but Buster still wasn't sure.

''Do the Thriller dance''.

''WHAT! You gotta be frickin kidding me!'' He shouted in Buster's ear.

''What? It can't hurt your chances'' The voice on the other side sighed, and then Buster watched as Ghostface started doing the dance in Michael Jackson's Thriller, he was actually pretty good. He then stopped, and Buster heard panting on the other side of the line ''There you happy!''

''I don't know, that last jump was a bit off''.

''AH! Screw this!'' Ghostface shouted as he threw his cell phone to the ground, smashing it too pieces and then pulled out from his cloak a little knife. Buster screamed seeing Ghostface dash towards him; he turned and ran so fast he could give Usain Bolt a run for his money...he, he, run get it.

Buster had no clue where he was going, but as long as he kept running it didn't really matter. And he couldn't even call out for help because then he would wake everyone up, and that would be rude. Ghostface was catching up; the knife gleaming in the moonlight, Buster noticed an alley way next to him so he ran down there hoping to find somewhere to hide. He turns a few corners; and soon finds two dustbins, one was empty. He turned back to see the shadow of Ghostface on the wall, heading in his direction. Buster jumps into the dustbin...unfortunately into the wrong one, one that wasn't empty.

Ghostface stopped running and looked around; there was no sign of an escape, he knew he had to be here somewhere. With all the supernatural competition, Ghostface had very few kills; he needed to move back up the charts or the killers will soon pick him off. He looked in every hiding spot he could see (including the empty bin); the only place he didn't check was the full bin. Surely that kid wouldn't jump in there? Thinking this one got away; Ghostface ran back out the alley through the way he came in.

All was silent for a second or two; once Buster thought that Ghostface was gone he pulled himself up. From head to toe, Buster was covered in all kinds of muck, banana skins, juice cartons. But he didn't care.

''Wow, my first encounter with a slasher villain...SO COOL!'' He screamed excitedly, shaking the dustbin around so much that it tipped over and rolled down the alley with him still in it. He was bashed and smashed around inside, with the garbage knocking him about inside almost like a washing machine except the opposite. The rolling dustbin crashed into the wall at the end of the alley; Buster slowly emerged from the bin trying to stay on his feet as he shook and swayed uncontrollable. It wasn't enough control as he bumps into another dustbin and the garbage inside goes all over him...he'll need to bath for a month to get this stink out.

But then something caught his eye; something that fell out of the dustbin, it glittered under all the waste that covered the ground. It was just a tiny little golden glitter; Buster rummaged through the waste not caring how dirty he got, all that mattered was the thing that caught his eye. He got a hold of it and pulled it out...

''Cool'' Was the only word he could think of to describe the object in his hand. It was a golden cube of some sort, or maybe an old Chinese puzzle box? All around it were black markings that shone just as brightly as the gold around it; even under all the trash that it was buried in it looked brand new, but at the same time ancient. Buster's fingers trailed over all the weird markings as he tried to work out what it were...a jack in the box? A rubix cub? An old bowling ball?

The longer he stares at this box, the more entranced he is by it. His fingers were still following the patterns around the box, and for a split second it looked like it was about to do something. But then Buster lost focus on it and put the box in his backpack; why was he keeping it? Even he didn't know, it was just cool, that's all. It might not even do nothing; but with the box now away, the chase that just happened comes back to Buster's head. This slasher hunting business is going to be quite tough, maybe he should quit...no. He makes his way out of the alley and heads home...taking the smell of the alley with him, and the weird puzzle box that may just help his mission that little bit.

To Be Continued...

Well, what do you think. So, we've seen Ghostface, and Carrie White has also popped up. Sorry Hellraiser fans for no Pinhead, but Buster has found the box, and that can only lead to one thing. College is quite chaotic, so updates may be once every two weeks or so. I'm going to do my best to update as quick as I can. And another thing, I'm going to be away this weekend, so I'm not going to be able to thank reviewers straight away. But I will be back on Monday...hope to hear from you soon!