Hellraiser

That afternoon, I kept a lookout over my shoulder, continually writing down the prophecy as I remembered it.

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

God, I was stuffed. The doorway of early light, that would be the creation. The demons would be the Cenobites and whatever hell-bred things lurked there. God, this was fucking confusing. I mean, what did I have in common with anyone? What made me so damn special? To my knowledge, I didn't have any super-powers, or any mega swords or anything. Damn, not good at all. I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped my head on the desk, groaning softly. What the fuck was the middle light? Prose…what the fuck did that mean?

Fading light…dusk? Jesus Christ, why did I have to be chosen anyway? It seemed like something out of a goddamn horror movie – which it was. I knew that Bec would live, but I didn't know if anyone else would, or what they would become. From that moment on, to survive, I had to leave Sydney. Journey into the bush or desert, where nothing would be harmed. Go to Antarctica – the coldest place on Earth and await my fate there. But as soon as those thoughts entered my mind, they were banished. Even if I did manage to miraculously escape, there would be no reason for the Cenobites to pursue me until they had enslaved pretty much all of the Earth. And if I DID manage to defeat them, then what? I would be the only person alive on Earth, with nowhere else to go.

Not to mention the fact that I'd be stuck on Antarctica.

I had to be realistic. Whatever way I looked at this, it would all boil down to one thing. I had to find a way to seal the Box and hopefully destroy it forever. I looked at the cube of wood and brass on my desk. That Box was more trouble than it was worth. If I destroyed it here and now, the Cenobites would still be loose – and with no way to send them back to Hell…Chaos would be loosed. Christ, this was a daunting task. To try to hunt down and capture god knows how many demons and pull them into the Box. I hadn't solved it, so there wasn't any problem with the demons coming for my soul. The only major problem was that the person who had solved the Box – Johan – had been torn apart by the Hell-Chains. From what I knew of the Cenobites, they promised exquisite pleasure to their victims. What the disclaimer on the back of the box said, however, was that they achieved this by skewering various body parts to strange objects or contorting flesh so it didn't seem human. Images of the Chatterer, Barbie and CD leapt into my head, making my blood run cold. The thought of something like that happening to me or one of my friends was chilling.

The question on my mind was; what could I possibly do to stop it. Guns, yeah, a possibility, but then how could a measly bullet stop a demon incarnate? Fire? Also a possibility – from what I had seen in Hellraiser: Hellbound, fire was effective at shattering illusions, but what about the real deal? A high-powered electromagnet? That was starting to seem like the answer. So far, the only Cenobite I had seen was the Pinhead, but as I knew – wherever he went, his cadre was soon to follow. I swallowed as I thought of facing down the Torso, the Bloodline Twins or even the Chatter Beast.

I knew what I had to do.

TBC…

A/N: Sorry about the wait – been between jobs and not a lot of time to write. Plus, my computer broke down.