Hellraiser IX: Oblivion
Chapter 1. Resurrection
India. Present days.
- Hey, Johar, are you sure that nobody's gonna catch us here?
- Absolutely, Doud. This distctisct has been dying since the beginning of the last century, even vagabonds don't live here anymore.
- Firstly, how many times I asked you to stop calling me Doud, I'm David, goddamn you! How many times?
19-year old fellow ignored this remark – what was the point in paying attention to this, if these American couldn't realize, that Doud and David is the same name, only shortened?
- And secondly?
- Secondly, if the vagabonds don't stay here but the buildings are still quite new, there must have been some reason for it.
- I'm not aware of this reason…
- Who cares, guys? – one of two girls interrupted them. – There is no police, parents and their friends, nervous neighbours, and all these means…
- That we can have fun all night long! – a curly-haired 17-years old boy added.
- Yep. So, let's go!
All the company climbed over the fence, which was represented by piles of garbage gathered on the road to make slums unreachable for cars.
- Wow, they can shoot horror movies there!
- Creepy place, aha. But after some bottles of beer it would look pretty the same as my house.
- It's better to go as far as possible…
- Hey, guys!
5 teenagers shrugged of sudden fear.
- Guys!
They turned to the sound of voice. Stooping little silhouette emerged from the dark. One of the girls drove her flashlight at him.
What are you doing here? It' not a safe place!
It was an old man, he looked 80 or even older. They could see he was in a hurry, maybe he was afraid to be late and fail to catch them before they'll enter the slums.
- Gosh, old man, you've scared the hell out of us!
- What do you want? Stop scaring the girls – mind your own business!
- What's your business here? There is no place for the living here.
- Stop telling this shit, get loose somewhere, all right?
- You don't listen to me! Don't you see there is no place for the living? The pain that poisoned the surroundings here won't leave this place, and if you don't leave, you'll feel this on your own back!
- He must be nuts. – one of the girls whispered to David's ear.
- I see. – he answered in whisper.
- Listen, oldie… - the curly-haired boy said with a kind smile. – we just found here the short way, you see? We meant no harm. We'll just cross this street and go away and nobody except you'll know that we were here.
- This place is bad…watch your skin! And don't you touch anything here! Curiosity killed more than one life here. I don't want anybody to suffer.
- Of course, of course, we'll fly like an arrow and promise not to touch anything here.
- We promise, yes.
The old man didn't believe them. He looked at them from head to foot and sighed.
- I cannot persuade you to leave. You made your choice. God bless you.
He turned around, have looked at them with very sad eyes. He left, as if dissolving in the deep dark.
- Creepy.
- See him in your dreams, and stutter till the end of your life.
- He may go to hell, let's go unless beer gets warm!
…..
- Cool pot, that was a scream, where do you get it, Johar? – a curly boy asked, giggling and yawing.
Of course he received no answer as the music was screaming too loud in this place, which could be hardy called a house, as it looked like a long corridor with only one door.
- Guys, no more booze to my sister, she says she's now celebrating her birthday at home!
- Leave her alone, that cool – two birthdays in a year!
- Hey, Dave, stop jumping all around like a horse! I don't hear a shit of a music because of your trample!
- Shut up, I only started! – snarled David and continued so-to-speak "dance", tampling the floor with his boot. One of the boards didn't sustain and broke in two.
- You're dallard, Dave! Come on, break this hut to pieces!
- Hey, guys – David looked into the hole in the floor. – I see there something!
- Ha, treasure chest or pirat's map?
- Hey, I'm serious, I see some crap off there! – David put his hand into the hole and started pulling something out.
- Uh, an ooold rag!
- Shut up you, stupid. It's not a rag! – David turned over the "treasure".
- Wow, real soldier's uniform!
- Judging from the straps, a captain's uniform.
- Now from our country, some foreigner.
- Who could have needed to hide it here?
- Hey, dudes – David put the uniform over his shoulders. – how I look? Like a brave battle-hardened soldier?
- Don't flatter yourself, like a veteran-tramp in this dusty rag.
- Hey, look in the pockets, maybe you'll find a wallet.
David started searching the pockets at hearing the word "wallet".
- Ouch!
- What's up?
- Fucken shit! I pricked my hand with a goddamn needle!
- Oh, it's bleeding!
David at seeing his bleeding finger wiped it on the first piece of cloth he could find and it was a sleeve of the uniform.
- Fuck, no more booze today… - he mumbled staring at the sleeve.
- Hey, why?
- It' seemed to me that this thing….sucked the blood in…
- What?
- Hey, look at it yourself, I've seen it….
He couldn't finish the phrase. The cloth of the sleeve torn and something white and thin crawled out of it and pierced into David's palm.
- What the…? – at seeing this the curly boy jumped up.
David yelled trying to tear this thing from his injured palm. At this time nearly all the sleeve was covered in his blood. Blooded sleeve started tearing apart at the seams and a bony hand appeared out of it.
- AAAAAAA!
- Oh shit!
- Take this away from me!
At that time "a hand" started squeezing his throat and he started choking.
- NOOOO!
All the rest curled in the corner looking with widened eyes as the bony fingers tore his throat apart and bloody fountains started gushing from the wound. One of them flooded the second sleeve and another hand crawled out of it and pierced into David's stomach.
Johar couldn't bear this view and made a great mistake. The hand at the throat finished it's work and caught the guy by his hair tearing the tuft out of it. Loosing his balance out of pain Johar fell on the floor and was covered by convulsing body of David. Bloody hands continued tearing it to pieces. Bloody parts were scattered all around.
- Gods, what is it?
What was called David now turned into a bloody pool with broken bones. Even his head rolled to the side and Johar couldn't get rid of the body – the uniform turned out to be very heavy. He saw why – the skeleton started to rise out of the bloody pool. Johar was paralyzed with fear. The skeleton turned and looked at his with empty eye sockets, lowered to him as if he was sniffing the air.
- What the….? – it was his last words before bloody fingers squeezed out his eyes.
The head of the skeleton lowered to the corpse. All three young people started screaming when the monster tore our Johar's lower jaw. They saw with their own eyes the skeleton acquiring veins and muscles, sucking in their blood. Mucilage gathered in his eye sockets and they saw his eyes full of pain and fury…
Monster was approaching them…
They chose the perfect house for their party – no wondows, with only one door, closed on the inside, in the empty ruined district… Nobody's going to complain about the loud music and indescribable human screams…