Hellbound: Hellraiser II Page #17

On this table lie a hand of cards, face down, an empty and cloudy

tumbler, and a soiled ashtray.

Over by the far wall (the wall opposite to that containing the

door) there is a mattress on the floor. A body like shape on this

mattress is obscured by a heavy blanket that covers it.

To the side of the mattress a latticed wooden screen stands,

hiding whatever is behind it from those entering the room. If the

atmosphere of the room reminds us of anything it is of the seedy

bazaar where FRANK first bought the LAMENT CONFIGURATION.

We are looking at the door as it opens inwards and KIRSTY slowly

and nervously walks into the room.

KIRSTY advances into the room. She stares at the mattress ahead

of her. Above it written in blood on the wall, is the message she

saw in her vision. I AM IN HELL:HELP ME.

KIRSTY:

daddy...

A low moan comes from the far end of the room. KIRSTY assumes it

issues from the figure hidden beneath the blanket and walks

nearer, lifting her arm in readiness to remove the blanket.

KIRSTY:

Daddy. It's Kirsty...

There is no response. KIRSTY arrives at the mattress and pulls

the blanket back. She leaps backwards, her hand at her mouth

stifling a scream.

Lying on the bed is a husk like figure, vaguely female in shape.

Despite its appearance of long decay, it is dressed in vaguely

sexual garments of leather. Suddenly, the eyes pop open,

revealing a vague remnant of life.

KIRSTY:

Oh God.

KIRSTY hurriedly, throws the blanket back over it.

A voice issues into the room. It sounds like LARRY but, as we

shall see, it is not.

VOICE:

No. Over here. Behind the

screen.

KIRSTY walks carefully around the screen, giving it a wide berth

in case of a trick.

There is a figure standing against the wall behind the screen. It

is deeply shadowed by the screen itself but is clearly male.

KIRSTY gulps back a sob and her eyes fill with tears.

KIRSTY:

Daddy... ?

The figure leans slowly into the light, speaking as he does

so.

FRANK:

That's it, baby. Come to

Daddy.

KIRSTY stands still. There is a second where her face registers

nothing. Then she screams.

KIRSTY:

NO!

it is her UNCLE FRANK, back in his skin and dressed in white

shirt and jeans.

FRANK chuckles. KIRSTY backs away from him into the room. FRANK

puts out his right hand in a placatory gesture. KIRSTY realises

he is not moving after her. She also sees that his body is

curiously angled, the left side still in the deep shadow cast by

the screen. Is there something else there? Something she can't

quite see? FRANK's voice stops her wondering.

FRANK:

What's the matter, Kirsty?

It's only Frank. It's only

Uncle Frank.

KIRSTY's anger at being tricked wins over her fear and distress

and she shouts at FRANK in fury.

KIRSTY:

I should have known! I should've

known he wouldn't be here! This

place is only for filth like you!

FRANK sneers.

FRANK:

Oh, right. Daddy's died and gone

to heaven, eh?

KIRSTY:

Yes!

FRANK:

Sh*t. Bull. Sh*t

FRANK pauses and smiles. Then he begins to move more fully into

the room, shifting his weight as he does so and dragging what was

hidden into the light. KIRSTY screams again.

FRANK's white shirt is cut off at the left shoulder. His arm is

bare and, from the elbow down to the wrist, joined to another

forearm. The flesh is completely fused, like that of siamese

twins. As FRANK moves into the room, the owner of the other arm

is revealed. It is his brother, LARRY. KIRSTY's father.

LARRY, like his brother, is dressed in a white shirt (cut off at

one shoulder) and jeans and, like his brother, has his skin back.

His face is frozen into a permanent expression of terror and he

seems incapable of any independent movement, simply being pulled

along by FRANK.

KIRSTY steps back in horror.

FRANK:

See? He's here. You should learn

to believe your Uncle Frank.

KIRSTY:

No! He SHOULDN'T be here! It

SHOULD'VE been a trick!

FRANK:

'Fraid not, baby. He belongs here.

With me. We're the same. Brothers.

Equal and opposite. Pure appetite.

Pure banality. Too much feeling.

None at all.

KIRSTY's fear of FRANK is now outweighed by her contempt for his

argument.

KIRSTY:

You're full of sh*t, Frank Cotton.

My Dad wasn't like that at all.

He could feel. He could love. He

loved ME.

KIRSTY's voice breaks.

KIRSTY:

He...he loved me.

FRANK:

Don't waste your tears. Look

at him!

Her hatred for FRANK gives KIRSTY her strength back.

KIRSTY:

He loved me, you bastard! He

Loved me, he loved my mother.

He even loved that b*tch you

betrayed him with!

FRANK begins to move towards KIRSTY again, LARRY dragging behind

him.

FRANK:

Ah, Julia. She hasn't been to

see me recently. That's why

it's so nice to have you

here, baby. Daddy's little girl.

So pretty when she's upset. Come

to Daddy,

FRANK is very close to her, now. KIRSTY attempts to run across

the room. FRANK siezes her arm and throws her back against the

wall. He moves in close and presses against her. His voice is

midway between arousal and anger.

FRANK:

Now don't be naughty, Kirsty. Or

I'll have to punish you first.

Perhaps you'd like that. Would

you like that?

KIRSTY screams and stares pleadingly, at the still frozen LARRY.

KIRSTY:

Daddy! Daddy! I love you! Help me!

FRANK:

I'm your Daddy now, Kirsty.

FRANK leans in to kiss the terrified KIRSTY.

Suddenly, a hand appears at FRANK's throat and hurls him off

KIRSTY. It is LARRY, roused by his daughter's cries.

LARRY:

Get your f***ing hands off

my daughter, you bastard!

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