Hellraiser: Project Hell on Earth
Chapter 1: The Sound of Sin
"The box, That's my pleasure, my desire! And yet, the gates are still closed to me, as ever." Johan Granger looks with an angered expression on his face to the Orb Puzzle. The ball was made of wood and fashioned with a silver colored metal. This metal formed runes, lines and symbols on the orb. Why didn't it open for him. He desired to leave this world, no longer feel the pain of his loneliness. No pain was as terrible as that. He was willingly to sacrife it all to be released from this loneliness, to become part of something bigger, to become immortal.
And yet, here he stood, frowning to puzzle he couldn't solve. He had tried everything to uncover its secrets, rituals varying from burning candles in a pentagram to auto mutilation, nothing worked. The merchant had lied to him, tricked him. He was no Engineer, just a salesman who sold toys. Maybe it was lie. All part of a urban legend: the story of Phillipe Lemarchand, the cenobites, Leviathan and Hell… Nothing of it was real. Frustrated by this revelation, he throws the puzzle in a corner and take his cello. No matter what, he could always find peace in the sweet sounds of his instrument. He opens his case and take his cello. As he sat down on a chair, he positionites the cello between his legs while the neck rested on his shoulder. He closes his eyes as he stroke the strings of his cello with his bow. Unnoticed to him, the Orb Puzzle starts to roll towards him as he plays on the cello. The Orb stopps before him, on a distance of 3 feet or 1 meter. As he continues playing, continues unnoticing the sudden movement of the puzzle, it's starts to sent ou a bright light. The light punctured almost through his eyelids but once he opened his eyes, the light was gone. He stops playing and looks at the puzzle. How did it get back here? Out of nowhere, he hears a melody, echoing from the past. Driven by the revelations of this memory, he starts to play a song he had heard in the past, only this time he concentrated on the puzzle. As he plays, he see how the puzzle starts to open itself. It's split in half and starts to twist before become one orb again. Following this, the upper ring of the puzzle splits in two stars with 5 arms. On the stars is pushed upwards, twisted and returns to his orginal form. The rest of the ball does the same and the same bright light fills the room. The light is so bright he can't see a thing. But as the light starts to faint, he distinguish three indivuals. He did it!
The three cenobites were gruesomely disfigured. The head of the middle cenobite was cut open on several places, forming a grid. At each interesection of the horizontal and vertical intersection a nail was driven it to his skull. His skin was blueish with and his eyes were complely black. No pupils, no irises, just black eyeballs, like dark marbles. He was donned in a black leather robe, deep cuts marking his pectoral muscles. The cenobite on his right was donned in a black leather costume, crushingly tight. Leather straps around his mouth and his eyes suffocates and blinds him, yet his head follows his every moment. Barber wire drawn around his head kept the straps in place. Their fellow cenobite was even more mutilated. Burned flesh covered his eyes while hooks teared open his mouth. He also lacked ears and his jaws maked a terrible, chattering noise. The one in the middle, Pinhead opened his pale mouth and speaked to him: "Hello Johan. For years you have tried to find us. Know you did."
"Is this real?"
"You see us with your own eyes, hear us with your own ears. Prove enough. Now, you come with us."
"I don't know?"
"That's not your choice to make! You opened the box and we came. We will not return empty-handed."
"Please, give me minute, I'm thinking."
Pinhead looks at Johan. He could pull him to Hell in minutes, evading this whole conversation but he also senses the desires and dreams of this man. Maybe, he didn't need to bring him to Hell by force.
"This is your heart desire, your life's work. For years you are hoping to uncover the secrets of Hell. Every day, you searchs for someone who agrees with your pleasures. Every night, you dreams delicious punishments."
"How do you know? No matter. I can't do this, I promised Amy we..."
"Amy was much convinced then you, Johan."
"She's with you?"
"Yes, Johan. She opened the gate, months ago."
He grabs his cello and walks towards Pinhead. "Let's go!"
The blueish lips of the demon formed a sinister smile.
