Hellraiser – New Blood
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Chapter 2 – Explanations
Damn. This was not good. The Pinhead had been released from the Box. It had found me, but was not looking for me. I didn't know why, just that I was the Box's "chosen", or something like that. I looked everywhere for information about the Box – the internet, old tomes and essays based on the movies. There were no more reports on the Box, just that it had disappeared from a high-security laboratory. Nothing else on Johan's death either. I knew what I saw.
That night, I dreamt something strange and very weird.
"Where am I? what is this place?"
"You are the Chosen?"
Spinning around, I found myself face to face with a disfigured character. He looked like he had once been a very handsome man, but his face looked like it had been ripped apart, then crudely sewed back together. One eye had burst, the vitreous liquid running down his face in rivulets of white and red pus. The other stared at me in a baleful glare. He opened his mouth again to speak, his teeth yellowed and rotten with bloody gaps to show where they had been forcibly torn out. One arm was held close to his belly. The reason for this was because the hand had been wrenched off, the arteries and veins still spurting a strange greenish-black sludge which I assumed was his blood. His voice was rough, like sandpaper, but held a long suffering tone.
"You are the Box's chosen? I pity you, really I do. Everything that you hold dear will be destroyed."
"Wait, who are you anyway? And how do you know so much about the Box?"
He fixed me with a sad gaze, a small tear dripping out of his working eye. Suddenly, the surrounding area changed to that of an 18th century French hall. I saw a figure sitting on a chair, hunched over, working furiously on something. My "guide" looked at me and spoke.
"That is…well…it is Philippe L'Merchande. He is the creator of your Box, and, presumably, all the Boxes in existence. He was a brilliant scientist, but his downfall was attributed to the fact that he dabbled in the Dark Arts. He heard of a prophecy that stated that a doorway from Earth would be created and it would lead to unimaginable pleasure. Here we are, seeing as he completed the doorway."
As I watched, the figure let out a cry of triumph and stood up. He turned around, but his face was hidden in shadows. In his cupped hands was the all too familiar shape of the Box. The Lament Configuration. L'Merchande's Configuration. The greatest Practical Joke of all time. I had just seen it being created. I creased my brow as I thought of something.
"What's that about a Prophecy?"
The figure laughed, a low, wheezing sound only made by extremely ragged lungs.
"The Prophecy…yes. It was prophesised many centuries ago. Basically, it says that a doorway will be created from Earth, leading into the Realm of Him. Well…the full thing goes like this –
In a time of early light, a doorway will open
Unimaginable riches await those lucky enough to touch this doorway
Unspeakable demons also await
The doorway will be sealed and forgotten.
In a time of middle light, the doorway will open again
The world will forget what happened before
Told only through the words of prose
The doorway will close and be forgotten
In a time of fading light, it will open a third time
Opened by the blood of a friend
Thought to be imaginary, He will rise up
Until the Chosen one seals the doorway for Eternity."
He looked towards me and sagely nodded.
"You are the chosen one. The Configuration opened by the blood of a friend. You saw the Pinhead, thought to be only told in stories – fiction, not real. Now, He has risen up again. You will have to seal the doorway for good. Now, it is time for you to wake up."
I felt myself slipping away, but had to ask one more question.
"What about Bec? Does she survive?"
I opened my eyes and rubbed them. As I focused, there was a word on the far wall, written in blood. I smiled as I saw it, for I finally had my answer.
"YES"
TBC…..
Sorry it's short. I'm on Holidays and I can't think about work.