Hellraiser:
The Art of Revenge
He stood there, by his dieing mother's bed, sobbing sadly while holding her cold hand, she had been a victim of Death's cruel work. He ducked his eyes within his palms, hiding the tears of grief, knowing it was over, it was the ultimate end. A nurse passed by with a tray of lunch. As she passed he called, "She's gone." She immediantly changed her expression from happiness to sadness, and called the other doctors to possibly prepare for the autopsy. The nurse lead him out and down the hallway and handed him a box of her belongings. "She left this strange box, possibly a jewelry box?" She handed out a small, golden box with beautiful carvings on the sides. "Probably.. she loved jewelry."
Riding home from the hospital, he stared at the beautiful bright yellow plains, remembering every sunday morning whenever his parents used to take him and his brother to church, what great memories. His dad used to tell jokes as they sat in the church parking lot, awaiting for the doors to open. But mom never laughed at those jokes, she was always quiet and timid, a great generous woman indeed. He slowed down as he reach his huge San Fransico mansion, his 5 year old son, Ted, playing with their golden retriever. Forgetting all about the box, he opened his car door and slammed it shut behind him. "Hey Ted, how was school today?" He suddenly stopped playing and looked up. "How's Grandma?"
"She - She's in heaven now." The child knew this meant death and that he would never see his grandmother physically alive again, he'd heard it several times before whenever his gold fish and pet hamster died. "Come on in, your mother's probably fixing dinner." The young boy followed him in the house, on to a bright marble floor coated with huge black squares. Dinner went by slowly and awkwardly as his wife, Jenny, kept asking him if he was okay and it's not good to "hold in your emotions like that" and to "let it all out". He hated it when grown adults treated him like a child.
He sat in his office filled with papers and books. Possibly grieving and thinking what had happened that morning. As he pondered he noticed the small box laying on his desk. "How did that get in here?" He thought as he was sure he had left it in the car. He picked it up and as he touched the sides the box suddenly shifted into a pentagon like shape, then twists and back again to a cubed box. This was weird, as he had never seen such a jewelry box that was so automatic such as this one, unless it was somehow electronic. "No," he thought, "this can't be jewelry box." After a while of trying to find an explanation of what it could possibly be, suddenly everything turned black.
The computer he was browsing on had cut off. The lamps he had surrounding the office for his late night studies were out as well. Everything was dark, pitch black. He felt for the window and noticed there were no stars in the sky! All was dark. He yelled, "Jenny! Ted!" No one answered. If he remembered correctly, the computer said 9:00, they couldn't be in bed this early, not Jenny. Feeling around, he finally realized he was no longer in his office. "Oh my god!" He said aloud to himself. "Jenny! JENNNYY!" He screamed several times. Suddenly a clear soft voice was heard. "Oh thank god, Jenny!" He noticed that voice and knew it was his wife Jenny. "Craig, come here, Craig." He noticed something very different about her appearance, something somehow dark and angst.
"I have something for you, Craig. Heehee." She giggled, for someway in a playful mood. As he approached her, closer and closer, he noticed what was different about her. "You're eyes! Oh my g-god! T-t-here black!" His heart raced quickly as a rush of fear ran through his veins. "The gates are open, Craig, their ready." She said excitedly, very maliciously, as her voice tone darkened and started to seem as if a man, or worse -- a beast. He was taken aback as he heard the sounds of chains clingeing, getting closer and closer, while he got deeper and deeper.